Pixel Maniac in the Comic World

Chapter 29 Peter the Happy Bug

Terry Lee opened his eyes.

He wanted to get up, but felt weak in his arms and legs. He rolled off the bed and fell face to face on the ground.

Those memories and emotions from Terry Pickles flooded into his mind because of his active contact - panic, terror, despair, loneliness.

He was ostracized because of his skin color. The children in the orphanage bullied him. The nurse threw expired bread on the dirty floor in front of him in disgust.

beaten.

Hatred.

revenge.

Full of hatred, he broke the finger of the child king who took the lead in bullying him.

A group of people surrounded him, locked him in a small dark room, and beat him severely.

After a simple wash, Terry returned to bed in despair. He curled up and covered himself with the quilt, hugged his knees tightly with his hands, and huddled up with all his strength.

He was kicked out of the orphanage after one of his legs was broken, and the latter fabricated evidence of his escape, which completely turned him into a street child with almost no ability to survive.

He was speechless.

"Terry! Are you up?"

hatred! ! !
  Crazy hatred poisoned his heart and lingered in his mind deep into his bones.

"Terry!"

Fortunately, the dark side of Gotham City allows child labor to exist.

After vomiting until there was nothing left in his stomach, Terry raised his head and saw his pale self through the mirror.

Terry closed the curtains silently.

vomit--

The time on the electronic alarm clock was past three in the morning, but Terry had a rare insomnia.

Sewers, rats, disease.

Fortunately, this room had its own guard, otherwise he might have vomited in any place that was otherwise cleaned.

He just kept in the same position, huddled in the quilt, staring until the sunlight poured into the room from the window.

Terry Lee staggered up and rushed into the toilet, barely holding on to the sink with both hands. The twisted and powerful hatred and malice that invaded his mind made his stomach begin to twitch.

Under the repeated whippings of society, he learned to be humble, tolerant, and to survive.

hatred!
  hatred! !

This brought the sluggish Terry back to his senses a little. He lifted the quilt and walked to the window. He saw Peter carrying his schoolbag and waving to him: "Would you like to have breakfast together?"

Peter's voice.

It seemed that only in this way could he feel a little safer and relaxed.

Garbage, handouts, people spitting on him.

Peter:? ? ?
  But ten minutes later, Terry opened the door downstairs and walked to Peter with his head lowered.

"Oh, why are the dark circles under your eyes so heavy?"

Peter looked at the listless Terry and put his hand on his shoulder: "It seems that you have a habit of not sleeping well every day or two?"

"This never happened before."

Terry answered in a voice as thin as a mosquito's, but Peter heard the content clearly.

He saw that Terry's state was really not right, and Peter, who originally wanted to ask Terry about yesterday afternoon's situation, chose to change the subject.

"Let's go have breakfast. I found out about a Chinese breakfast restaurant for you - and it's guaranteed to be authentic!"

After hearing this, Terry regained his energy a little, and then re-equipped the accessories in his inventory.

Almost visibly, Terry's complexion became rosy, and the dark circles under his eyes began to fade.

However, the mental decadence could not be recovered for the time being. Terry's taciturn state continued until he and Peter sat in a Chinese breakfast restaurant and watched Peter order food. The strange-looking breakfast served by the waiter was still essentially Western-style fast food. , and then he raised his head with the corner of his mouth twitching.

"Authentic?"

"What? I found this on the Internet through forums. It is said that it can give many Chinese people the feeling of going home."

Peter was visibly unconvinced. Terry picked up a misshapen French fries speechlessly: "Please, no Chinese would eat something like this in the morning."

"And we never drink coffee in the morning, we drink soy milk."

After complaining, Terry finally succeeded in suppressing those unpleasant emotions in his heart. Then he threw the fries into his mouth and took a sip of his coffee.

"Soy milk? What is that?"

Peter stared curiously and asked while eating.

Terry dealt with the breakfast in front of him slowly, and after a while he replied: "If you are free anytime, you can come to my house, and I will make a real Chinese breakfast... No, we can eat it all day, I can also cook lunch, and we can eat out for dinner. I'll find you a real authentic Chinese restaurant."

Although Terry spent most of his time in the United States, Uncle Martin often cooked for Terry in order to educate him not to forget his roots.

Moreover, he cooks a variety of eight major cuisines from China. It can be said that although he grew up in the United States, Terry eats Chinese food very frequently.

This gave him half a Chinese stomach, and he also learned some relatively simple Chinese dishes.

Although some seasonings and the like are difficult to buy, it is relative. Uncle Martin does not lack the money to satisfy his appetite.

Money is omnipotent, which allows Martin to occasionally make some small dishes with demanding ingredients for Terry to taste.

Not to mention, since the chance acquaintance, Terry found that Peter was not as introverted and silent as he was when they first met in class.

On the contrary, Peter was very talkative and could talk about any topic from all over the world.

With Peter by his side, Terry's mental state was visibly recovering. By the time school was about to end in the afternoon, Terry was in high spirits again.

It has to be said that Zhongcheng Middle School is completely different from some countries in how it treats students' physical fitness - it was said that there was only one physical education class yesterday, and today it is another physical education class.

And Peter said that the project was different. Yesterday was an outdoor activity.

Today, Terry had a volleyball training session with everyone. In the spacious and bright room, many young girls wearing short-sleeved shirts and hot pants could be seen.

The two teenagers took advantage of the break to sit on the floor and scolded Fang Qiu at the girls who were full of youthful aura.

"Look! That's Mary Jane I'm talking about!" (Comic version)
  Terry looked in the direction pointed by Peter, who had bright eyes, and could indeed see a young and beautiful girl with red hair.

Although honestly speaking, she was indeed beautiful, but Terry's mind was inexplicably reminded of the psychiatrist he saw yesterday.

Explosive killing! Mary Jane's liveliness and cuteness are simply not worth mentioning next to Mayfair's maturity, sexiness, smartness and liveliness.

"Oh."

Terry's reaction was slightly dull, but Peter didn't care, but kept looking in Mary Jane's direction and smiling foolishly.

"I said, man, why don't you go confess your love?"

Terry asked confused.

Peter, who was originally speechless, opened his mouth wide, and buried his head with a red face.

Terry's eyes were a little strange. He didn't expect that he, who was almost accustomed to Western enthusiasm and openness after being taught by Uncle Martin, would actually see Eastern shyness and reservedness again in Peter.

"To be honest, you don't look bad, and as long as you show your warm and friendly side, girls usually won't be disgusted by you."

"Have you ever been in love?"

"Uh, no."

Peter showed contempt in his eyes, and was somewhat thankful to have changed the subject: "So you are just saying, huh?"

Terry was left speechless by the rebuttal, mainly because he really hadn't met a particularly attractive girl yet.

Peter became more and more arrogant and kept nudging Terry, who was a little embarrassed, with his elbow: "Take action? A man of action?"

Just when Terry was about to push Peter away, a classic American girl with blond hair and blue eyes walked over. Her slender white thighs and a figure that was quite outstanding even at her high school age attracted the attention of many boys.

But she actually waved hello in Terry's direction from a few meters away.

"Hi."

Peter's expression suddenly became serious. Before the girl could get closer, he leaned into Terry's ear and said, "She is Thompson's girlfriend."

Terry glanced sideways: "I'm not afraid of Thompson."

"Hello, new classmate."

The girl introduced herself to Terry openly: "I am Liz Allen from the next class. Can I get to know you?"

(End of this chapter)