I Became Spider-Man's Cousin in Anime Crossover

Chapter 460 Riley, what do you think?

As the last student crossed the finish line, panting, Masters pressed the stopwatch, recorded the time on his tablet, and then looked up at the students who were already lined up and waiting.

"Test complete."

His voice echoed in the empty venue, carrying a businesslike indifference.

The students quieted down, and all eyes were focused on the new physical education teacher.

Masters opened his tablet, pulled up the list, and began reading out the names.

"The eight students who have advanced to the next round of training are... Riley Parker."

Riley stood in the queue, his expression calm, nodding slightly.

"Flash Thompson."

Flash grinned and made a victory sign with his fist.

Next, Masters read out six more names, all of whom were boys in the class who excelled in sports.

When each person's name was called, there would be a few congratulatory pats on the shoulder or a few whispered "Congratulations" from those around them.

Soon, all the names on the selected list were read out.

However, there is no "Gwen Stacy".

A subtle silence fell over the stadium.

The students looked at each other, some frowning, some looking puzzled, and some glancing furtively at Gwen.

She was standing next to Peter, her hands hanging naturally at her sides, her face expressionless.

"Wait, are you sure you haven't made a mistake, or perhaps you forgot something...?"

Soon, the students began to spontaneously stand up for Gwen amidst whispers.

Peter was the first to speak up.

"Mr. Masters, are you sure you didn't miss a name? Gwen finished second overall; she completed all the events. Why isn't she on the list?"

The problem is like a stone thrown into calm water.

"Yeah, Gwen clearly finished it!"

Soon, a girl stepped forward and echoed her with a serious expression.

"She's much faster than me."

Meanwhile, the last boy to complete the test and successfully enter the list also emphasized this with a sincere expression, showing some admiration and respect.

"If I can be selected, Gwen should be even more so."

"Exactly!"

"Wouldn't our chances of winning be much greater if Gwen could participate?"

"Drug testing list... oops, I mean, drug testing list—!"

The discussion gradually grew louder.

Riley, with his perverse sense of humor, uttered this cryptic remark in a typical French gambling god tone, blending into the crowd.

Masters stood still, holding the tablet in his hand, his expression unchanged.

He remained silent, his cold gaze sweeping across the entire room, exuding a silent pressure.

Once the commotion subsided slightly, he spoke, stating succinctly, "There's no problem with the list."

"But that's not fair!"

Peter couldn't help but raise his voice, his brow furrowed, clearly indicating that he was getting angry.

"You said the selection criterion was 'whether one can complete all the projects,' and Gwen not only completed them, but was the second to do so. Now you're excluding Gwen. What is that? Is it sexism?"

"Unless there's a hidden rule in the criteria, 'must be a boy'... But if that's the case, why didn't you just say so from the beginning? Why waste our time?"

Someone muttered something under their breath, but the sound was loud enough for half the stadium to hear.

This statement ignited even more discontent.

"That's sexism!" A short-haired girl stood up, hands on her hips, her face flushed. "I'm going to talk to Ms. Fletcher about this! The school won't allow this kind of discrimination!"

"Yes! Go find the teacher!"

"This is unreasonable!"

"If you can't provide a reasonable explanation, I will definitely post this online! Let everyone judge!"

The students' voices grew louder, their emotions shifting from confusion to anger.

They surrounded Masters, bombarding him with questions and demanding an explanation.

These fifteen- or sixteen-year-old boys and girls may not yet fully understand the complex rules of society.

However, influenced by "Spider-Man," he has an almost instinctive obsession with "fairness" and "integrity."

In particular, this injustice happened to classmates they knew, right around them.

If we don't speak out now, who will stand up for us next time if we suffer the same unfair treatment?

Gwen stood there, looking at her classmates who were standing up for her, and a warm feeling welled up in her heart.

She reached out and gently tugged at Peter's sleeve, whispering, "Forget it, if you don't want to participate, you don't have to. I'll be fine."

After a moment of silence, Peter recalled Riley's subtle unusual behavior during the test. His anger subsided slightly, and he prepared to say something.

It was at this moment that Masters made his move.

He didn't raise his voice, didn't explain, and didn't even glance at the angry students.

He simply raised his wrist, glanced at his watch, and then spoke in that cold, steady, and unquestionable voice.

"Those whose names I just called, please gather here again at eight o'clock tomorrow morning for the second phase of testing."

He paused, his gaze sweeping over the eight selected boys.

"Those who do not arrive on time will be considered to have automatically forfeited their participation. Now, dismissed!"

After saying that, he turned around and strode towards the entrance of the stadium.

"That bastard, he's not even going to listen to what I'm saying... Wait, tomorrow?!"

Amidst the grumbling and complaining, Frye Thompson was the first to react.

"Tomorrow is Saturday! It's our day off! Why do we have to come to school?! Can't you choose another day?!"

"I have plans for the weekend!" another selected boy shouted. "My parents have already planned a family trip..."

"Eight o'clock is too early! I can't get up!"

"Oh my god, I was hoping to be able to sleep in comfortably at home tomorrow!"

Protests erupted one after another.

However, Masters remained unmoved, and without pausing for a moment, he pushed open the heavy gym door and walked out without looking back.

"Bang!"

The next second, the door slowly closed behind him with a dull thud.

What followed was a deathly silence in the stadium.

The students stood there, looking at each other in bewilderment.

The anger, questioning, and protests from before now feel like punching cotton.

The other party didn't care at all, and even disdained to respond.

"He...he just left like that?" a girl said in disbelief.

"This is outrageous! They're completely disregarding us..."

Flash frowned, but soon, as if realizing something, his brows relaxed, and he quickly walked to Riley's side and asked.

"Riley, what do you think? Are we really coming tomorrow?"