I Have a Girlfriend in Marvel

Thompson didn't blink; he just clutched his basketball and returned to his side of the court, playing with exaggerated caution. He'd rather miss a block than shoot in that direction again.

At one point, he even did a risky dive to save the ball in a comic-book tribute, just to keep it from heading toward this side again.

Watching him tiptoe around like that, Su Ye was a bit disappointed.

If you're going to turn over a new leaf, at least wait until I've had my moment to shine. I just won over $30,000; I can afford to replace the basketball hoop.

Can't even be a proper villain. Zero stars!

Thompson's behavior was unexpected, but glancing at Su Ye in the stands, it seemed understandable.

Thompson was stubborn, not stupid. After being knocked down by Su Ye twice, if he kept charging blindly, he'd belong in a special school, not Midtown High.

For Su Ye, this was just a minor episode.

Tonight, he could swing through the city, playing hero just for fun.

This city was filled with endless crime, enough to satisfy Su Ye's desire to show off as a hero from every angle.

Under the night sky, Su Ye, in his red-and-black Spider-Man suit, stood at the edge of a Manhattan skyscraper's rooftop.

This place, the so-called center of the world, had countless tall, tightly packed buildings—perfect for Spider-Man's abilities.

Su Ye leaned forward to look down, then quickly pulled back, his breath a bit unsteady.

Watching the movies, the swinging looked thrilling, and he admired Spider-Man's moves, but now that he was about to leap himself, he couldn't help but feel nervous.

Jumping from hundreds of meters up—what if the web-shooter malfunctioned? What if the web couldn't hold? What if he missed his grip?

If anything went wrong, it wouldn't be a story but a tragedy!

An Asian man dies in strange costume in a late-night fall—is it the collapse of humanity, the collapse of humanity, or just the collapse of humanity?

After five minutes of mental pep talk, Su Ye finally took that step forward.

At this point, he had no choice but to trust himself.

"Crap!"

With that word, Su Ye felt a surge of adrenaline. It was just a jump; he'd been dreaming of this for ages.

He took a deep leap, the rushing wind and rapidly approaching ground making his hair stand on end and his mind screaming with alarms.

Danger! Danger! Danger!

Then in mid-air, drawing on various Spider-Man adaptations, Su Ye steadied himself and shot a web at a distant building.

He didn't miss, and the web held firmly, stretching before pulling him forward, swinging him to the other side.

"Whoa!"

Su Ye couldn't hold back a yell of excitement, and as he reached the peak of his swing, he fired another web.

Thanks to his spider genes, with enhanced vision and reflexes, Su Ye quickly got the hang of swinging through the city, becoming a technically skilled Spider-Man in no time.

You could say he started at the top.

As he grew more skilled with the webs, Su Ye began to scan the streets and alleys below.

Seeing what he saw, he suddenly felt great respect for Peter Parker.

Peter Parker's Spider-Man was New York's friendly neighborhood hero, always stepping in whenever he saw injustice, big or small.

After barely ten minutes of swinging, Su Ye realized that New York's nighttime crime rate was outrageously high. Within his line of sight alone, several cases of robbery or assault were unfolding across different neighborhoods.

If he really followed Peter Parker's code, he wouldn't get any sleep tonight—there was way too much crime to handle.

Still, seeing all this crime and doing nothing didn't sit well with him.

Putting aside his Spider-Man persona, he couldn't ignore crime after the twenty years of civic-minded education he'd had before crossing over.

Even if these were other people's problems and didn't really concern him.

"Oh well, I'm here already, so might as well do something. A hero for fun still has to be a hero!"

"I don't need to be New York's friendly neighbor—I could be New York's good friend to women!"

"I can't stand you creeps who use your strength to intimidate women. Scum!"

In a dark alley, a woman with smoky makeup, a nose ring, and leopard print clothing was pinned to the ground. After taking her purse, the mugger paused.

The night was so beautiful, the mood so perfect—why not take it further?

Acting on impulse, the mugger shoved his gun into her mouth to prevent her from screaming, then began tearing at her clothes.

Just then, a white blob fell from above, landing on the mugger's gun.

Damn, what's this disgusting thing?

Before he could curse, the white blob tugged, yanking his gun away, and then a figure dropped down from above.

In a blur, the mugger found himself strung up on a nearby streetlight.

A short while later, in another neighborhood, a woman walking alone at night was shoved against a wall, her dress torn.

Just as she thought it was over for her, the sounds behind her went silent.

Looking back, she saw a man stuck to the wall in a "T" shape, his mouth webbed shut, struggling in vain.

And yes, not in an "X" shape, but a perfect "T."

But this woman wasn't one to back down. She kicked him hard, turning the "T" shape back into an "X," and the man's struggles ceased, leaving only unconscious twitching.

That night, close to a dozen women walking alone were saved.

Heading home to sleep, Su Ye felt a bit reflective.

Why, knowing the dangers of the night, did these women insist on going out alone? Were they just gambling with their luck, or was it…?

Just before falling asleep, Su Ye thought of a possibility.

Could it be that some of the women he saved tonight were actually working, and he interrupted their "business"?

If so, well, tough luck.