Dalton School.
A private high school very famous in New York, or rather, throughout the U.S..
With strong faculty, abundant academic resources, and strict admission requirements, it is known as the 'Cradle of the Ivy League', and the annual tuition alone exceeds sixty thousand U.S. dollars.
It can be said to have all the advantages and disadvantages of a prestigious school rolled into one.
Especially now, after New York has just experienced two major battles, and several prestigious schools located in Manhattan were destroyed and are still in the process of rebuilding.
Dalton School, located in the Upper East Side of Manhattan, yet completely unscathed, appeared even more special.
However, no matter how special Dalton High School is now, or how much glory it once had.
For Luca, it was just an ordinary high school for… casual playacting.
In fact, Luca's enrollment was an honor for this well-known private high school.
Simply because...
"Look! Is that Luca Orange?! He's actually in the same school as us!"
"It really is him! I saw his news on TV before; they say he's currently the highest-valued high school student in the U.S.. Does a guy like that even need to go to school?"
"So handsome! I wonder if he has a girlfriend; that mechanical arm of his is so cool! If it moves… Ah~"
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That's how it was.
The leisurely campus life Luca imagined simply didn't exist.
From the very first day of enrollment, he was like a giant panda walking into human society, attracting countless discussions and onlookers wherever he went.
Who knows what these American high school students think about every day; it's clearly a prestigious school with a rigorous academic style, but in the past few days,
Luca had already received countless love letters with lipstick marks.
If he hadn't directly struck a effeminate guy in a death-barbie-pink outfit, nearly leaving him unable to care for himself, who knows what strange things might have been mixed into those love letters.
Should I just skip grades and get a diploma from a university? There's still a lot of work to do at the company…
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Walking towards the classroom with a look of resignation, the idea of skipping grades once again popped into Luca's head.
Anyway, I don't need to learn basic knowledge here anymore; Harro can handle the exams for me...
Continuing to endure the quiet discussions of others, Luca now stepped into the classroom.
"Hi, good morning, Gwen~"
He greeted weakly, but received two almost identical replies.
"Good morning, Luca~" 2
Yes, two voices.
Standing before Luca were two beautiful young women, almost identical in appearance, differing only slightly in hairstyle and attire.
These were the 'local Gwen' and the 'otherworld Gwen'.
"Luca, you don't know, Potts even likes the same band as me! We're going to the rock club together later to find people and form a band. Do you want to join?"
Hearing Gwen Stacy excitedly tell Luca about her new discovery, 'Gwen Potts' beside her had a constipated expression, constantly winking at Luca.
However, Luca acted as if he hadn't seen her expression, and with an exaggerated look of surprise, he chimed in.
"Really? See, I told you Potts was your long-lost twin, didn't I? Even her name is the same as yours; maybe it's some kind of telepathy between twins! Look again, you must have even more in common, right?"
"Oh, Gwen, do you have any birthmarks or anything? I can help you…"
"Whoosh~"
A pencil case flew rapidly towards Luca, but he, having prepared, directly raised his hand and caught it.
Just looking at 'Gwen Potts''s expression that said 'one more word and I'll kill you', Luca still honestly chose to shut up. Gwen Potts, hearing that name, one could immediately tell it was Stark's doing.
Since there had been no way to send Gwen back to her original World, and knowing that Luca was about to start high school,
Tony Stark, with his clever little brain, simply sent Gwen to this school to study with Luca. However, because the surname 'Stark' was too conspicuous in New York, Gwen was temporarily given the name 'Gwen Potts'.
However, whether it was too much of a coincidence or Tony's deliberate intention,
After the two enrolled, they discovered that the original Gwen Stacy was also attending this school, and coincidentally, she was even their classmate.
Gwen Stacy, who was still an ordinary person, even suspected for a time whether her Director father had left behind some romantic debts in his youth.
After barely clearing up the misunderstanding, she directly became close friends with Gwen Potts.
Her biggest joy now was finding similarities between Potts and herself.
This made Gwen Potts miserable, and she was now halfway to joining Luca's 'dropout army'.
But Luca couldn't empathize at all; in fact, teasing 'lively Gwen' and 'grumpy Gwen' every day was one of the few joys in his high school life.
After a few more minutes of chatting, the class bell rang, and Luca naturally returned the 'confiscated weapon' to Gwen Potts, then returned to his seat under her 'fierce' gaze.
At this moment, the teacher for this class also walked in, but he was followed by the class's homeroom teacher, and a slender young man led in by the homeroom teacher.
"Clap, clap, clap~"
The homeroom teacher first clapped his hands loudly to attract the attention of all the students, then loudly introduced him to everyone.
"Today, our class has a new classmate. Due to some physical reasons, he enrolled a few days later than everyone else."
"Harry, please introduce yourself to everyone."
The young man, whom the homeroom teacher called "Harry," nodded at the words, stepped forward, and introduced himself in a very gentle tone.
"My name is Harold Theopolis Harry Osborn. People who know me usually call me Harry. It's a pleasure to meet you all.
I hope to get along well with all of you throughout the rest of our high school years."
After a brief introduction, Harry Osborn retreated back to the homeroom teacher's side.
The homeroom teacher didn't say much upon seeing this, merely glanced casually at the seats in the classroom, then pointed to an empty seat next to Luca and said,
"Harry, you can sit there."