Pixel Maniac in the Comic World

Chapter 41 Of course you have to take your friends for a ride when driving.

Jingle bell bell~
  Terry Lee yawned, slapped the alarm clock, and got up from the bed after a long laziness.

"what?"

Terry stood up, shook his head in confusion, and turned around again.

The discomfort I felt after waking up a few days ago has faded a lot today. If the previous few days were like a hangover, today is at most like sleeping in a room without ventilation.

He rubbed his chin strangely, then closed his eyes and took off the jewelry given by the old man Gu Yi.

Terry is now relatively proficient in traveling to and from the spiritual world.

The barrier was temporarily closed, and the black mist that lacked its source was quickly being dissolved by the white light in his spiritual world, and the annoying feeling of darkness was gradually disappearing.

He spread his arms in the spiritual world, letting the white light that penetrated the black fog shine on him like the warm sunshine in the morning.

Then Terry looked at the approximate location of the barrier - without a gap, the barrier was completely invisible. He couldn't see the black or the spiritual world on the other side of the black. He could only see the endless white soft light.

It's not like Terry couldn't understand it at all.

"Yes."

Terry immediately understood the man's identity, and with a horrified look on his face, he raised a hand and put his finger on his lips, signaling the other person to shut up.

"Let's get some sleep for a few days, Hei."

"Shh!"

The man's eyes lit up when he saw Terry, and he put a hand on his chest and bowed.

"Why a sports car? This is too high-profile - including you. Don't you think you will stand out in this neighborhood dressed like this?"

Charlotte still had the same unhurried tone: "As long as you can drive this car to pick up girls for dates without changing your expression, they will only find you more attractive."

"He has his own worldview. It's difficult to evaluate right and wrong from my perspective. If I want to open the barrier again and contact him, I must find a way to enhance my mental strength."

After all, there are many related incidents in this world, including but not limited to some extreme parents who modify their children's personalities according to their own ideas, or couples who use PUA to twist each other's ideas into their own puppets.

"First meeting, Mr. Terry..."

"What I want is not the kind of purely monetary attraction! And why do you use 'them'?"

Terry shifted his gaze. Fortunately, probably because of the weekend, most people didn't get up that early. Only some men and women wearing cool clothes occasionally passed by for a morning jog.

"It is a person's posture, not his behavior, that is high-profile, Master Terry."

The executors of these behaviors shout the same slogans for your own good, and whether it is the selfish sincerity of extreme parents or the sincere selfishness of PUA masters, they actually ignore the fundamental personality of the person being transformed.

After going downstairs, a silver-gray convertible car was parked squarely downstairs. Standing next to it was a middle-aged white man wearing a white lining and a black tuxedo. His gray and black hair was meticulously baked.

"Charlotte?"

After realizing that he could easily cut off contact with Hei, Terry's fear of Hei had faded a lot, but he was still troubled by Hei's behavior of quietly attacking him without saying a word.

"This guy's thinking angle is really strange. Changing other people's thoughts without authorization is not bad in nature, but in his eyes, he regards it as protecting me..."

Bai walked to the approximate location following his memory, raised his hand and knocked on the barrier, making a muffled sound.

Returning to reality, Terry hummed a tune, washed up, put on a brand new sportswear, and sorted out the clothes he had worn in the past few days and packed them in a cardboard box.

Charlotte paused for a moment. Although the expression on his face was still well managed, his eyes looked a little surprised.

He looked at Terry's expression carefully, then shifted his gaze to the small building behind and stayed for a while.

"I'm sorry, it seems I didn't do the relevant research beforehand."

survey?

Terry didn't understand.

"As a hired personal assistant, I was supposed to conduct a detailed personality survey on the person who needed services in advance. The reason why Mr. Martin hired me was precisely because I had two perfect assistant work experiences...

"But this time I took it for granted that I brought you into the two rich people I had served before. In my thirteen years of working life, I am used to understanding most young and wealthy people as one kind of-"

This was the first time Terry heard a hesitant tone from Charlott's mouth, but he also roughly knew what Charlott wanted to say.

Because he has met too many rich people, Charlot naturally summed up a general personality for his service customers who were similar to the rich second generation. Regardless of whether your upbringing is strict or lenient, when you have resources that most people don’t have, and you happen to be in an adolescence with relatively strong desires, it is difficult to control yourself from using those resources to do interesting things.

And after he received Mr. Martin's offer, within two or three days, he received a call from Terry saying that he needed to prepare for a date.

So Charlotte probably understood the dating project mentioned by Terry as a simple and crude party.

Terry took the car keys from Charlott's hand with some embarrassment, then turned around and picked up the cardboard box placed at the door and handed it to Charlott.

"Maybe, but actually I just found out that my family is so rich. Can you please help me send the clothes inside to the dry cleaners."

Charlotte held the cardboard box in a daze, looked down, and found that there was a business card from the dry cleaners on it. He hummed in his throat, and then nodded towards Terry.

"I hope this car doesn't bother you on your date."

"Haha."

Terry laughed dryly, opened the car door and got in.

He was also very uncomfortable at the moment. Although he had indeed driven a few times after getting his driver's license, he had always practiced on Uncle Martin's old ordinary car. Sitting in a convertible sports car, he couldn't even get the first pass. Time to find where to put the gear.

So Charlot came to give another on-site oral teaching attentively, and then hugged the cardboard box and watched Terry start the sports car and drive away.

The roaring engine and the speed, which was not much faster than a bicycle, also gave Charlot some new insights - this was the first time he could see a rich second generation driving a sports car and it didn't completely leave his field of vision for fifteen seconds. .

And this is just an ordinary street in Forest Hills, Queens.

Charlotte kept watching Terry drive around a corner and disappear, then he took out his cell phone and started looking for the location of the dry cleaning shop.

But then he raised his head in confusion.

"I always feel like I've forgotten something?"

The date was set for ten o'clock, and it was still early in the morning. Terry's novelty about the sports car had almost worn off after half an hour. Without a clear purpose, he simply drove the sports car to Peter Parker's house. downstairs.

"Drip~"

"Peter, do you want to have breakfast?"

There was no response from Peter's room. Terry took out his phone and looked at it with some confusion. Could it be that Peter went out early on the weekend?
  So he lengthened his voice a little: "Peter~Parker~?"

This time, Peter's window was pushed open after three seconds. The sleepy Peter stared in disbelief at Terry, who was greeting him in the sports car.

"Holy—Shit?!"

"Why don't I see you getting up so early when you go to school?!"

Three minutes later, Peter lay on the passenger door with dark circles under his eyes, looking at Terry with a look of resentment.

"Aren't you going on a date today?"

"Isn't it still early? Come on up. We can wander far away today to explore the store."

Peter raised the corners of his mouth speechlessly, and used his little finger to pick up a black-wrapped gift box from the passenger seat: "Seriously? Am I honored to sit in this seat before Liz Allen? Or are you giving this to me?"

Only then did Terry notice that there was a gift box on the passenger seat. Because the color of the gift box and the seat were black, and Terry was too excited to drive a sports car for the first time, so he hadn't seen it before.

It was impossible for him to reveal that he didn't even know the existence of the gift box in front of Peter, so he could only snatch it off without changing his expression, and then stuff the gift box into the space behind the driver's seat.

"It's a beautiful thought."

"As long as you don't say it, and I don't say it, Liz won't know."

Peter has never ridden in a sports car. Although he does have a rich second-generation friend, the tutor is even more harsh and terrible. His friend has never even touched the steering wheel. Occasionally, he has always been driven by the company's driver if he needs a car to travel. .

So he jumped into the car with a novel look on his face, and pulled on his seat belt in admiration while looking around.

"What a close call - is this your off-the-table move? It can really kill Thompson. He will go crazy when he finds out."

Then Peter's eyes suddenly lit up.

"Oh, by the way, I also got some news for you. It turns out that Leeds dumped Thompson a long time ago because he thought he was naive, hahahaha."

(End of this chapter)