Pixel Maniac in the Comic World

Chapter 23 Let’s practice sword practice
  Terry suppressed those nauseating emotions, and his thoughts were aroused by the information contained in the female doctor's words.

The other party actually knew about the existence of Ancient Yi?
  But Gu Yi is so strong, but this woman...

Mayfair blinked, seeming to see something in Terry's eyes.

Then this woman, who had finally been normal for a long time, exploded again.

"Kid, why do I feel like you despise me?"

Hey~ Just now he was calling a handsome man and a knight, like a female cat in heat, and now he is calling himself a kid. This woman is really unpredictable.

Mayfair gritted his silver teeth viciously, his upper and lower molars rubbing against each other, making a squeaking sound.

"I'm not weaker than that old guy who had half of his body lying in a coffin! It's just... this environment is not suitable for me to perform!"

"I was just letting you, you little noob! If I wanted to, my sister could push you to the ground with one finger and rub it!"

Terry actually believed it.

wow~
  Terry couldn't help but feel agitated when he saw the other party's reaction, and his mouth trembled a little: "It seems that I will be a super handsome guy in the future."

"Are we going to be a couple in the future?"

After all, it was the first time in his life that he had drawn a sword to fight an enemy seriously. Without any training, he would not think that those magical attacks that he could avoid or deflect were because of his innate ability to deal with them. There is talent in fighting.

But in the end it didn't give him enough pressure.

Forcing himself to forget those questions for the moment, Terry blinked.

"Ah."

"Do we know each other?"

"Could it be that our real first meeting will be at some point in the future?"

"You know, after all, there are so many strange people and things in this world, and you are a magician-"

"What did you say?"

The few blows Mayfair made before were more like deliberately giving way to him. The speed and angle of all the magic released were just right as if by coincidence.

Mayfair was stunned for a moment, and his expression became subtle.

This is why Terry put away his sword and sat down and talked with Mayfair face to face like a real patient after considering the existence of Ancient One.

Mayfair's expression became even more unnatural, and he twisted his butt slightly on the chair, as if he was sitting uncomfortably: "Kid, your imagination is really..."

It's like flirting between young lovers.

Terry made a bold assumption.

Terry noticed the other party's reaction and became more confident about his previous guess.

Suddenly, Mayfair's cheeks turned crimson.

The previous boldness and perversion were gone at this moment, and the female doctor's expression became shy.

Just when Terry's mind was almost occupied by physiological hormones again.

"From the first moment we met, you seemed to be very familiar with me. I always have a rich imagination for the wonderful existence of magic."

The expression on Mayfair's face suddenly disappeared, and the blush faded away in the blink of an eye, as if his face had changed: "Adolescent boys always have some boring fantasies."

She covered her mouth with her hand, stretched her shoulders back, raised her chin, and her eyes were no longer tender and watery, but became as cold as a piece of polar frozen soil.

That look of superior contempt for some kind of bug made Terry stop the car without opening the door. Mayfair looked at Terry like he was looking at a dirty sewer crawler.

"nausea!"

Terry felt as if his heart had been stabbed.

He opened his mouth in embarrassment to defend, but Mayfair's mood suddenly changed again.

"Hahahahaha, your reaction is so funny~"

Mayfair, a psychiatrist and magician, pointed at Terry, who was laughing up and down, like a cheering guest sitting at a talk show.

Terry felt that the muscles on his face were a little stiff, and he finally realized that the other party was also crushing him in other aspects besides magic and combat.

What a bullshit female magician, this is clearly a witch!
  This time it was his back molar's turn to rub.

"Oh~ The little adolescent boy looks like he was caught by an adult while he was rewarding himself in the room. His panicked expression is so pitiful~"

"Farewell!"

Terry felt like he didn't want to stay here any longer, so he gritted his teeth and stood up to leave.

"Wait a moment!"

Mayfair stopped him.     “Is there anything else?”

Terry stood at the door and secretly clenched his fists. He even wanted to unscrew the door handle later, drop a bomb and run away.

Even if it doesn't cause trouble, it still has to disgust this woman.

Duh duh duh.

Although he didn't look back, Terry could tell that Mayfair was typing on his notebook with a pen again.

"Your uncle asked someone to make an appointment for you to have a long-term psychological consultation with me. Young man, remember to come to see your sister for medical treatment every Thursday at 3:30 pm~"

"My sister's clinic is ranked among the best in New York. A treatment costs two hundred dollars. Most people who want to make an appointment can't make an appointment."

Mayfair's narrowing voice kept tickling Terry's ears.

"Your uncle paid six thousand US dollars, and the contract stipulated that until your problem is completely solved, no refund will be given if you pay more or less. I guess you won't be willing to waste your uncle's kindness, right?"

Terry turned his head expressionlessly.

"Of course, I will keep the appointment, and I want to remind you."

"Ok?"

Mayfair was confused.

"If my guess is true, then I swear, when we meet for the first time in the future, I will spank you hard."

Mayfair threw away the pen with a swish, and covered his buttocks with a look of horror.

"It seems that I guessed right."

An evil smile appeared on Terry's face, then he opened the door and walked out without hesitation.

This time, Terry did not follow Martin's polite education. He didn't even let the woman open the door.

The cold wind blew in along the open door, and the sound of the elevator running came from the end of the corridor.

"Damn you brat! How dare you threaten me!"

Mayfair held his butt and gritted his teeth, as if he had been really beaten. He glared at the door fiercely, and then the door closed automatically.

An emerald-like green light shone through the crack in the door.

After a while, the door was opened again, and the previously smashed wall in the house had returned to its original state.

Mayfair, who finally got off work, puffed out his cheeks, rolled his eyes, and took out his mobile phone from his bag.

Ding ding~
  Terry had already gotten into the Uber car, and his face looked a little stinky as he looked at his phone.

"Go sign up for a swordsmanship class, kid. Your sword skills are really bad now. My sister just spent a long time calculating the timing of her attack in order not to hurt you. I look forward to seeing you in the future, my knight~ "

"乛乛"

"FK!"

Terry threw the phone away bitterly.

"Oh oh oh!"

A driver wearing brown sunglasses and a red baseball cap turned his head, the white beard on his lips trembling: "You are still in school, right? Children are not allowed to say this word."

"Actually I'm seventeen, sir."

Terry felt inexplicably that this old gentleman seemed familiar, and he had a strange sense of intimacy.

"Four years away from drinking, dirty words, alcohol, marijuana, whatever, those are terrible things that only adults can be exposed to."

The old man held the steering wheel with one hand and waved the other hand from side to side in line with his tone.

"Drivers should also remember to always look ahead and not look back to chat with customers."

Terry picked up his phone and looked at the driver registration information on Uber: "This——Mr. Stan is a good teacher."

"Hahaha, sorry, my bad."

The old man didn't care about Terry's sharp teeth and turned around and continued to hold the steering wheel with both hands.

Terry was silent for a while, with some awkward reluctance appearing on his face: "By the way, do you know any famous swordsmanship gyms in New York?"

"You've asked the right person!"

Mr. Stan turned on the radio, and melodious music floated in the small car.

"I know an absolutely reliable swordsmanship gym. If necessary, I can send you there right now."

(End of this chapter)