Pixel Maniac in the Comic World

Chapter 33 Subtle
  "Aren't you going to tell him about Hugo?"

After Batman had left the room for a long time, and even the staff of the asylum came in again, Terry Bai finally reminded him.

"Or did you forget?"

"Of course I haven't forgotten it, but it will take some time for the dead bald head to recover from his injuries. Even if he recovers, he won't come to trouble me for the time being - he is a smart man, in every sense of the word."

"Tell Batman there's something wrong with Hugo? Let the dead bald guy get caught?"

"No, no, no, how can you borrow revenge from others? I have to repay his kindness for waking me up."

Because it was confirmed that Terry, who was awake again, did not have the crazy aggressiveness before, the top management of the asylum untied his corset with Batman's acquiescence. At this time, Terry was sitting on the hospital bed, holding a hand in his hand. a book.

This was already in the lunatic asylum and was sent in according to Terry's needs.

"Comprehensive Collection of Flower and Plant Breeding"

It was probably a book in the office of some laid-back director or dean, but Terry would accept anyone who came.

Threads of black mist continued to spread through the gaps in the barrier into the white hall, until the entire space seemed to be filled with a gray gauze.

After sitting on the bed in a daze for a while, his gradually awakening consciousness awakened the memory that he had not eaten dinner before going home last night.

Terry Pickles put down his book, lay on the bed and closed his eyes.

Returning to the room, he leaned against the bed and closed his eyes for a while to recuperate. Until he felt sleepy, Terry sank back into bed and fell asleep in a daze.

Terry Bai was shocked immediately, but then he felt a large amount of knowledge pouring into his brain - this was the first time he felt the 'weight' of knowledge so intuitively, as if a water pipe was connected to his brain. Then flush the water directly in.

His long-standing good habits were suddenly broken, but Terry didn't feel much discomfort. This hunger, which he had never experienced since being picked up by Uncle Martin, strangely made him feel clearer.

Terry Lee from Queens, New York City opened his eyes. At this moment, his head was still aching. It was dark outside, so he climbed out of bed and went to the kitchen to get a glass of water.

"I guess I won't be able to deliver the book so soon tonight. I suggest that next time I instill knowledge into myself, you should not share my thoughts and perspectives, and just sleep peacefully in the spiritual world."

In the spiritual world, the young man sitting on the thorn chair raised his head. Since the position was fixed, he could only bend his neck in a strange posture, and through the small hole in the barrier, his pale eyeballs slowly He locked his eyes on the young man who was sleeping peacefully in the white hall.

Terry Pickles replaced the book in the inventory, and then took it out again. He did not open it to read, but held it up like a magic crystal.

"I'm not sure if you can do it, but I can show you how to use your superpowers that you ignored before."

"Thank you, go back and rest quickly."

Terry Black noticed Terry Bai's reaction and sighed: "Sure enough, you can't use it like this. Your spirit and will make you unable to bear the pain of such a large amount of information being injected into your mind in the blink of an eye - from the first time you received it When I received the information about time travel, you almost died of pain."

Hey~
  ‘You have mastered the basics of flower and plant cultivation. ’

The next morning.

Still more than one meter away from the bathroom mirror, Terry looked at the sloppy hair reflected in the light and the indifferent eyes. He seemed to see a different version of himself.

"What the hell?!"

Terry woke up with a strong feeling of hunger.

Fortunately, the encyclopedia of flower and plant breeding is not very thick, which also means that there is not much content.

In the continued confusion, Terry did not wear slippers, but directly supported his body with his bare feet and walked to the door of the bathroom.

Terry Bai felt that his consciousness was almost washed away, and some kind of pain deep in his soul made him grin.

There is obviously no change in appearance, but the eyes are no longer the same.

‘There seems to be something different about me? ’

Terry thought silently, pressing his lips tightly.

This sense that he was clearly awake but still had something very vague made him feel a little uncomfortable. He began to become irritable, with a gloomy face and scratched his hair. Everything remains unchanged, but why does there always feel like something is wrong.

A faint sense of fear began to linger in Terry's heart. He tentatively put his palms on his forehead, put them down again, took a few deep breaths, and walked around the room.

There was nothing particularly uncomfortable, but he just felt uncomfortable all over.

This vague and uncomfortable feeling made Terry become irritable, and his teeth began to bite hard. The absurd anxiety gave rise to an unreasonable desire for destruction. He picked up the things he had put in after drinking water last night. The cup on the bedside, wanting to vent by smashing things.

"Terry~"

The familiar voice made Terry pause. He frowned and put down the cup, then walked to the window and pushed open the glass.

Peter stood downstairs and waved to him again. The young man seemed to have endless energy and was filled with a lively temperament.

There was a comfortable breeze blowing in front of me. The greenery in Queens was good, and the air smelled particularly fresh.

The morning sun is just right, not dim or dazzling.

The corners of Terry's lips subconsciously raised a smile, and then he waved at Peter.

By the time the curtains were closed again, the uncomfortable feeling that had been there had disappeared.

After loading the Blessing and Nebula Dewdrops in his inventory, Terry started to wash up quickly, then grabbed his clothes and school bag and rushed downstairs.

"You get up very early every day?"

Terry greeted Peter.

Peter shrugged, then clenched his fist and hammered his chest: "How can young people have no energy?"

After speaking, Peter took out his mobile phone again, poked the screen with a smile that was determined to win: "I did some homework seriously after I got home yesterday, and this time I promise to find an absolutely authentic Chinese restaurant not far away. How about it?"

Terry felt an inexplicable warm feeling in his heart, but his face still showed contempt: "It's not that I don't believe you, but you can't understand thousands of years of food culture in one night."

"If you don't try, how will you know whether what I say is true or false?"

The two chatted, walked together, and slowly walked towards the distance.

"... Let's just say it first, it won't happen until now. Let me trust you again."

"Damn it, wasn't it three times? What about once?"

"My tolerance for bad food has always been lower."

"I don't think the store yesterday was so bad, right?"

“Eating French fries for breakfast is inherently sinful.”

"By the way, do you have any ideas for a date with Liz this weekend?"

Terry suddenly stopped and blinked: "What kind of ideas do you need for a date? Why don't you just watch a movie and have a meal, and then I'll take her home after that?"

Peter was shocked by Terry's answer, and seemed to want to complain, but in the end he just held it back: "Congratulations, you finally aroused Liz's curiosity by deflating Thompson - it seems that you will be here after this weekend." Back on the singles team.”

In fact, it didn't matter if he returned to the singles team or something, Terry thought nonchalantly. Apart from the advantages of being beautiful and having a good figure, Liz had nothing to do with him.

But just when Terry inadvertently recalled Liz's pair of big white legs under hot pants yesterday, a primitive impulse caused by puberty hormones suddenly occupied Terry's mind.

An evil light flashed in the depths of Terry's eyes.

"Don't worry, I can't be beaten by Thompson - I have some tricks up my sleeve."

(End of this chapter)