At seven o'clock, Gwen Grophne sat up from the bed on time. She stretched, got out of bed, and went to the bathroom to wash. She carefully combed her hair in front of the bathroom mirror, and put on a black butterfly hairpin, and then picked out a dress she liked the most from the bunch of famous brands in the closet that she couldn't call her name.

At 7:20, Gwen took a homemade sandwich in his mouth and put on a backpack, leaving the door to head towards the nearest subway station.

A new day has begun, but this day is unique.

This day was her birthday.

It is also necessary to emphasize that this is not just a casual birthday, but this is the first birthday of Gwen, who was a clone, who was born into this world.

After today she is officially one year old... Well, it's still weird to say that.

Standing on the subway driving towards the school, Gwen subconsciously took out her cell phone and clicked on her empty contact list. There were only two contacts in her cell phone, one was Elizabeth Betty, the secretary lady who arranged her residence and school, and the other was Elizabeth's boss Michael. However, the latter number was an unknown number pre-stored, and he could only call and send a message on his own initiative, but not the other.

And he has not received any information yet.

Gwen glanced quickly, then locked the screen and put the phone back in his pocket.

She didn't know what she was expecting. Maybe she hoped that he could give herself a polite "Happy Birthday" blessing? Don't be stupid, even she thought this idea was a bit stupid.

Although it is true that he arranged a new life for himself, he did promise that he would recruit her into a special team in the future when she was ready... but that's all.

Gwen knew that he had an international group to manage, and he also knew that he was busy researching armor and developing weapons all day long, and he also studied mystery and other science. Then he seemed to be in charge of a mysterious world security and maintenance agency. He must be a super busy talent who has a lot of money.

Maybe he forgot that there was such a cloned spider after that cloned it? Thinking about it carefully, Gwen felt that he might not be that important, and there was nothing to look forward to.

But no matter what, looking at this clean text box, I always feel... I still feel a little empty.

Life in school is as always, and as expected, nothing will be different because it is her birthday. Every class is as rigid and monotonous as she remembers, and she also finds it difficult to integrate into other people's circles as always.

She could pretend to be interested in the topics that everyone talked about, but after all, she was pretending, and she would be tired after pretending for a long time.

She has the complete memory of Gwen Stacy, but she has no interests, hobbies or emotions.

Gwen knew what she looked like in the eyes of others - beautiful, rich, excellent grades, and felt like a typical standard or even uncreative girl template that came out of the TV series. But that was not her intention. She came here to be more ordinary.

It is also possible that after all, most of her classmates are seventeen-year-old uncles and aunts. Theoretically speaking, she is just one year old today, maybe this is the so-called generation gap. She sometimes jokes about herself like this.

The school ringtone indicates that the day has come to an end so dull.

No, it should be said that it is almost over for most students. But for Gwen? Her birthday has just begun.

It's almost 7 o'clock in the evening.

A figure crouched on the statue decorated on the outside of the building, showing a thin and slender silhouette under the bright moonlight. She bent slightly, like a white rabbit ready to go.

Gwen was wearing a black and white tights, a wide white hood, and a slightly girly pink on the inside.

This was her own uniform. She had plenty of time to spend last holiday, so she bought materials online and taught herself online, customizing such a Spider-Man-style uniform for herself. The final effect was beyond her expectations.

Yes, she remembered Elizabeth instructing her that Mr. Paso did not want her to use her superpowers outside of training.

But no matter what, he doesn't seem to care too much anyway.

Gwen took a deep breath. She jumped, heading high from the edge of the building in the moonlight. Her hands were pressed against her side, like a free-falling dive down.

After falling for dozens of meters, she curled up, hugged her knees with her arms, and flipped her body several times. She raised her right arm and pulled the button of the silk spider spinner on her wrist. The milky white spider silk shot out, hitting the balcony outside a certain house.

Gwen Stacy was Spider-Man's girlfriend. In fact, she has helped Spider-Man solve several cases. She is very clear about the ingredients of Spider-Man's spider-silk capsules. As her cloned body, Gwen naturally knows it. She first prepared a spider web in the school laboratory two months ago, and the drawer of the laboratory bench was stuck to death from the inside.

Fortunately, the teacher in the experiment class was lying in a chair with this magazine on his face, and no one noticed her small experiment accident.

The falling momentum pulled the spider silk straight, and the elastic potential energy was accumulated to the maximum. Gwen flew up as the spider silk pulled, and turned beautifully and gracefully, then spit out the silk again, sticking to a huge electronic billboard.

She swooped, swung up, and rose and fell with the help of the constantly replaced spider silk. The temperature tonight was quite pleasant, and the cool wind mixed with the breath of the night came to her face, making people intoxicated.

Gwen felt re-energized.

It seemed that she found herself only when she put on her uniform and wandered in this urban jungle made of steel and concrete through spider silk.

The spider-sensing sting came slightly, reminding her of the crime being committed on the soles of her feet. She was like a spider entrenched in the center of a spider web. Every criminal was a bug that broke into the web. Their behavior would affect the spider silk and arouse the hunter's alertness.

In a roadblock robbery with no other characteristics, three tall and strong men held a knife and tried to rob a passing lady in the alley. If the difficulty of the daily mission of the street superheroes ranged from A to D, Gwen felt that this should be reduced. It is estimated that the only thing that can be easier than this is "rescuing the kitten that climbs the tree" or something.

She flew down and cleanly dispersed several gangsters with no future. Finally, she packed them firmly with a spider web and hung them under the lamppost.

This felt great - it would be even more perfect without the final episode of interacting with the victim.

"Your bag, ma'am." She used spider silk to hold the snatched hand and handed it back to the lady.

"Thanks Spider-Man," the lady expressed her doubts while being grateful, "But I always thought Spider-Man was a man. Unexpectedly..." She looked up and down at Gwen, "...it's a girl."

"What? No, I'm not Spider-Man, and I'm a girl...puff, I mean a woman."

Gwen breathed a long sigh.

"Anyway, I wish you a happy night." She flew away.

......

11:59.

Gwen leaned against the Empire State Building, with his feet attached to the outer wall on the top floor, looking at Manhattan at night. New York is probably a city that never sleeps. Although it is only one minute to midnight, the city is still brightly lit.

She didn't want to go back yet. Anyway, she only had a terrible quiet suite to celebrate her birthday when she went back, which made her feel more comfortable here.

One minute left, her first birthday in her life is about to end.

Gwen took out his phone again and glanced at the inbox, and the interface was still empty.

It doesn't matter, it's expected anyway.

I said that, but indeed... I will still feel that a little disappointment, right?

Even if it is just a clone, even if it really doesn't matter, she still has a little bit of small expectations.

Even if there is only one person in the world, she hopes that she can be remembered at least on this special day.

The time for the electronic clock on the mobile phone has become zero o'clock, and a new day has begun.

Gwen locked the screen and put away his phone.

It's almost time to go back. Tomorrow is not a weekend, she still has to get up early as usual and go to school...

The sharp sound of breaking through the air stopped her just the moment she was about to jump down. Gwen paused and saw beams of dazzling firelight piercing into the night sky like retrograde meteors. They exploded one after another in the sky, like flowers fighting for beauty, red, blue, purple and green. Hundreds of fireworks exploded all over the sky in just a short moment, reflecting the sky as bright as daytime.

At the highest point of the brilliant light effect, a fire that seemed to possess a leadership position opened the light curtain and exploded colorfully. The colorful light spelled out huge letters one after another.

“HappyBirthday, Gwen!”

Gwen was stunned, and the colorful light shone on the mask of her mask.

She gently took off her hood, pulled off her mask, and wiped her eyes with her sleeve.

"Thank you." She murmured in the direction where the fireworks were rising.

***

Michael called his secretary lady.

"Elizabeth?"

"It's me, the boss."

"The fireworks in Manhattan just now," he said, "is that there was a string of 'Happy Birthday' at the end... Did you arrange that?"

"It's my own decision, sir." Elizabeth admitted, "I think Miss Grophne might need this."

"Today is her birthday?"

"The records you gave me show that she was born on this day last year," Elizabeth said, pausing, "Are you any dissatisfied?"

"No, no...well done."

"Just doing what I have to do."

"There's nothing else, take a break early. Good night."

"So too, sir."
Chapter completed!