Pixel Maniac in the Comic World

Chapter 37 I got it wrong
  The waiter who came in to deliver the food gave Terry a slightly strange look, but when working in a place with such a generous salary, the first thing to do is to learn not to meddle in other people's business.

He quickly and orderly placed the expensive meals in front of the two of them, and then pushed the dining cart out of the room. Even his steps were silent under deliberate control and the soft carpet.

Mayfair picked up a piece of fruit with a fork and did not put it into his mouth immediately. Instead, he watched with interest as Terry made himself visibly haggard from torture.

"Whether you believe me or not is up to you. Anyway, as a psychiatrist, I can only give you one piece of advice."

"There is no problem in questioning the outside world, but don't fall into this kind of self-doubt. Philosophical thinking will only drive out madmen, and you are in the most classic philosophical trap - who am I? This kind of stupid question."

Terry made no move at first, but after half a minute, he still put down his hands, and then the emotion in his eyes quickly became indifferent.

He moved his cervical spine and looked at Mayfair coldly.

"That's the first question. Let's eat first."

A smile appeared on Mayfair's lips, and then the two of them ate quickly in silence. Even when they started to drink the sobered red wine halfway through the meal, they were like strangers and had no communication at all.

As he drank two glasses of red wine, Terry's originally pale face began to turn rosy.

He frowned and muttered, then took another swig.

"I just wanted to find someone for help, and I happened to find me."

"Well, what if, I mean what if, I have a friend who wants to date someone, but because he has no experience before, so..."

The worst he could do was get a scolding, and after that he would find the guy who really had no eyes and chop him up.

Mayfair twisted his waist, with an indifferent expression on his face: "What advice did you give me at the beginning?"

However, money can make all the difference, and Terry actually knows Uncle Martin's current weight in his heart - it can be seen from the last incident at the police station.

As alcohol freely rides on the blood in the body for the first time, Terry's solemnity and coldness begin to gradually dissolve.

Terry was obviously a little drunk, trying hard to think of words.

To be honest, this was his first time drinking alcohol. Whether it was Uncle Martin's tutor or local laws, he was not old enough to touch alcohol.

Mayfair couldn't stand Terry's way of chewing peonies. He clicked his tongue twice, then put down the wine glass, holding his face that looked a little dainty under the influence of alcohol with his white hands: "I guess you can already follow me." Did I bring up the second topic?"

Mayfair's elbow holding the table slipped momentarily.

Terry got a little excited, swallowed the last sip of the third cup with a gulp, and shook his head: "Oh, yes, one more less important question."

Terry thought viciously, then glanced at the guy who was licking his lips with his pink tongue.

"Ok?"

As long as he didn't say anything, Uncle Martin would not know that he was drinking, and as long as Uncle Martin protected him, he would not be afraid of anyone without eyes who would dare to report him.

As for Mayfair, who was also starting to blush across from her face, this girl shouldn't be so boring.

She rubbed her chin that hurt from the poke, and looked at Terry in front of her in disbelief. She rolled her eyes, and a hint of joy flashed through her eyes.

"Why isn't this issue important?"

"You want me to speak first again?"

Although it is not clear what happened in the period after he was kidnapped, Uncle Martin must have obtained considerable benefits from the guy who dared to kidnap in broad daylight.

"It's so expensive, it would be a shame if I didn't drink it."

Terry snorted dissatisfied, and then touched his lips up and down, simply extinguishing the hope in Mayfair's eyes.

"Buy two movie tickets, find a place to eat after the movie, and then take her to the subway?"

"Oh my God!"

Mayfair, under the influence of alcohol, covered his face with his hands and cried bitterly: "What a terrible plan, so cliche... I can't stand it anymore."

Then the two hands quickly moved away, and there was not even a trace of tears visible on the skin that could be broken by blows.

Even his eyes weren't red.

"You...your friend has a driver's license, right?"

In the United States, you can take the driver's license test at the age of sixteen, and of course Terry took the test. He was very slow to think about the problem now. He subconsciously grabbed the red wine bottle and wanted to pour another glass. However, he suddenly felt a little uncomfortable in his stomach and had to put it down helplessly. Then he seemed to hear Mayfair's question and nodded.

Snapped!
  Mayfair snapped his fingers: "Find a way to get a car!"

"Then make an appointment in the morning, not so early! It's time to put on the girl's makeup, and drive to her downstairs to pick her up on time around ten o'clock in the morning!"

“Find a place to shop first, not Queens Mall!”

"There are too many affordable stores and very few luxury stores - put away that poor look on your face! How can you be stingy on a date! Hey, I'm talking about you, you are obviously a rich young man, why do you always look so poor? Sample?"

Terry was a little reluctant: "That's the money my uncle earned, not mine."

Mayfair gritted his teeth and muttered something, and then suddenly took out his mobile phone from under the table.

Terry, who was already drunk, suddenly widened his eyes.

Damn it, she didn’t have a bag today. In such a tight-fitting evening dress with no visible pockets, where did this bitch hide her cell phone before?

"Come on, you're a newbie in love, my sister will help you plan all the places for your friends right now."

“These six links are places to go to shop!”

"These eight links are lunch restaurants you can choose from. It doesn't matter where you choose. Just go there at about one or two o'clock at noon. You don't need to make a reservation. It's the right time in the evening!"

"Well, look at this road map. Your friend can take me on a self-driving trip. Pay attention to the marked red lines -"

Mayfair spoke so enthusiastically that he even stood up and sat down. When he saw Terry trying to drag the chair to avoid him, he stretched out his hand and wrapped his neck around his neck, forcing Terry's head to his chest. together.

"This is the route! It takes about two hours to drive, and the scenery along the way is very good. The terminal station is here, the view is great, and the sunset and stars in the valley are super beautiful!"

Terry now completely went in and out of his left ear and out of his right ear, and the sultry fragrance continued to stimulate his enhanced senses, so that...

"Then you can drive to this place around nine o'clock, and there happens to be a very romantic high-end restaurant here."

"Hey! Look at my phone screen! You little bastard, where are you looking?"

Terry shut up, cleared his throat, broke free from the restraints, and nodded with approval: "Then drive him home?"

Mayfair's eyes almost reached the ceiling, and he wanted to curse when he opened his mouth.

"Send you a—"

But then the girl's expression became a little shy again, she was coy and her voice had never been so quiet: "It's so romantic now. Tell your friends to book a hotel nearby. That hotel nearby They all look pretty good.”

"What are you doing? People really don't understand this."

This.

Terry's face also turned red from suppressing it. The alcohol stain reminded him again of Liz Allen's figure that was ahead of her age and her long blond hair that looked like gold and art in the sun.

His breathing became a little faster.

The first date was this--

Hey, this is the United States? What am I afraid of?
  Yes, Not Bad.

Terry gave the other party a thumbs up with satisfaction: "As expected of you."

"No way!"

Mayfair's face was red and he poked his fingers, his head was lowered, and his whole person exuded an extremely alluring pure aura.

But unfortunately, Terry's eyes were almost squinted now and he couldn't see at all.

"Oh, by the way, tell your friend to change into something more presentable and tidy up a little. I don't want to smell today's sweat when we go on a date!"

Mayfair looked at himself and suddenly covered his mouth.

Terry was stunned for a moment, then showed a slightly sarcastic smile: "What does it have to do with you?"

"I'm just consulting. I'm afraid Dr. Mayfair has misunderstood - and the professional ethics of psychological counselors don't approve of falling in love with patients, right?"

(End of this chapter)