Pixel Maniac in the Comic World

Chapter 5 The violent wisdom of Martin Lee
  Midtown High School.

Teacher Goldman, who was wearing a brown suit, opened the door, looked around at the noisy students in the classroom, and walked toward the podium.

"Gentlemen and ladies, I know it's not class time yet, but please be quiet first."

The students obediently stopped chatting and looked at the math teacher, who had a beard but was very approachable.

"Our class transferred a new partner today. He will study with us in the next period of time that is neither short nor long. I hope everyone can show a friendly spirit - I think I am not suitable to say these beautiful words. , it’s better to come in directly, classmate Terry.”

"Come, come to me, don't be shy."

Goldman waved to Terry, who was standing at the door at a loss.

When Terry stood beside Goldman calmly, the kind teacher made a conductor's gesture: "Would you like to introduce yourself?"

Ah, one of the top ten embarrassing scenes in life.

Terry unconsciously stroked the strap of his schoolbag with both hands, and showed what he thought was a friendly smile.

"My name is Terry Lee. I come from Manhattan. To be honest, the new environment makes me a little nervous, but at the same time I'm looking forward to it."

A blond boy sitting at the back suddenly laughed strangely: "Huh? Pixel game - it's so cliché, man!"

"Good shot! Flash!"

Then he walked towards Thompson's position with a clear goal.

"Personally, I'm a little obsessed with pixel games, but that doesn't mean I'm a nerd."

Mixed in a few yin and yang teases.

When Goldman saw that Terry was silent and didn't speak, he thought that the new boy was in the embarrassment of being interrupted, so he spoke to help relieve the situation.

"A concise and clear self-introduction. I hope you won't indulge too much in the game and find a seat to sit."

In fact, he was staring at Thompson's profile in a daze at the moment.

For example, with his inexplicable superpower, Terry could recognize that it was one of his favorite games before time travel, but the extra information was completely blank.

Inexplicable information popped up in Terry's mind. These memories seemed to come from gifts before time travel, but for some reason, his memory was incomplete and many places were missing.

"What harsh language!"

"Ok."

Flash Thompson, Agent Venom.

The classroom suddenly burst into laughter.

Terry came to his senses.

"Shut up, Thompson!"

As for why he chose Thompson's side.

Goldman scolded him, but it was obviously not that intimidating. The blond boy just snorted disdainfully, folded his hands, turned his head and leaned on the back of the chair.

Terry's words were interrupted, but there was no additional emotion.

This move caused a small group of whispers, especially a boy wearing round glasses. When Terry passed by him, he was obviously hesitant to speak, but in the end he did not speak.

Not only was he curious about Thompson, but also because the blond guy didn't seem to be very popular. At least in this class, there was a big gap around his position.

Terry likes spacious places.

When Thompson realized someone was approaching him, it was too late to stop him. Terry moved a chair to sit next to him and gave him a friendly smile.

Teacher Goldman was staring from the podium, which made it difficult for Thompson to have an attack. He could only glare hard at the new classmate who had no eyesight, and then moved his chair further away.

But Terry dragged the chair closer the next second.

"Hey!"

Thompson couldn't hold himself any longer, lowered his voice as low as possible, and warned fiercely.

"What's the matter with you? I don't like being next to people!"

Terry glanced at him sideways and didn't say anything. Instead, he silently took out the textbook from his school bag.

Thompson clenched his fists, closed his eyes and took a deep breath before dragging the chair further away again.

Terry didn't come closer this time, but Thompson still felt very aggrieved. He had been dominating the class and no one dared to approach him. He felt uncomfortable at the moment, as if there were ten thousand ants crawling on him. It was extremely difficult. Got through one class. As soon as the bell rang, and watching Mr. Goldman leave, Thompson's butt bounced like a spring.

"Good boy, come with me if you dare!"

Terry stood up and was about to leave the classroom behind Thompson.

A boy with round glasses squeezed over and blocked Terry's way.

"Don't go out with him, he'll beat you up."

"Oh, I can see that, but thank you for the reminder."

Of course Terry readily accepted the kindness of others and nodded towards his round glasses: "Terry Lee."

"Uh? My name is Peter, Peter Parker."

Terry, who was about to take off his round glasses, froze, turned his head to look at Peter, and then showed a weird smile: "How can I bump into one just walking around?"

"What did you say?"

Peter didn't understand what Terry meant.

"nothing."

Terry continued to walk outside, reached out and took out a test tube-shaped glass bottle from his arms, uncorked the bottle, and poured the green drink inside into his mouth: "When this matter is resolved, I think I will be very interested. Be your friend."

Of course he could see Thompson's evil intentions. It was not like he had never encountered a class bully when he was a student in Manhattan.

But Terry now has the confidence that ordinary people cannot have.

His uncle Martin Lee, the Mr. Negative who had superpowers in his pre-travel memories, did not include the need to endure bullying in the face of bullying in his education.

"If you want to have a better life, you have to be good at breaking the bones of those hostile guys!"

This was Martin Lee's last advice before he separated from Terry this morning: "Be more measured in your actions, and that's just a small amount of compensation. When you are weak, the poisonous snakes that bite you with the stick will be more deadly."

And after parting ways with his uncle this morning, Terry opened the newbie gift package.

The pixel grid in his eyes was expanded, and a total of fifty grids of inventory were occupied by items from the novice gift pack, which contained various functional potions.

In my memory, this is a small game benefit added to help players get through the relatively difficult early stages of the game after installing high-difficulty mods.

As for the small drink I just drank.

‘Agility potion. ’

‘Consumables, materials, increase speed by 15% (including action, reaction, movement), 8-minute duration (can be stacked). ’

‘Can be converted into water bottles, herbs, and roots under certain circumstances. ’

In the corridor outside the classroom, a group of students with unkind expressions were standing awkwardly. After seeing Terry come out, Thompson walked over from the crowd with his hands in his pockets and a grin.

"It seems that the new students are not familiar with the environment yet."

He approached Terry with his blond face and said, "I think you need some orientation guidance for freshmen. You need to learn how to be a low-key person in Midtown Middle School."

Terry leaned back slightly and avoided it, frowning, with a serious look on his face: "Did you not brush your teeth in the morning? You have a strong tone."

Thompson was stunned and subconsciously raised his hand to cover his mouth and let out a breath. It wasn't until a faint laugh came from behind that he realized that the other party was teasing him.

"Damn it!"

It was Terry's first day to transfer here. If he was beaten and injured, Thompson would not have a good time at the school, but this did not mean that he had no other options.

In anger, Thompson lowered his shoulders and slammed into Terry's chest. He had used this move on many weaklings, and he could later argue that he had just accidentally bumped into it while walking, and the teacher didn't do it to him either. Method.

"Snapped!"

Terry quickly got out of the way, and then slapped Thompson in a circle with lightning speed.

"Want to fight or not, is it disgusting to engage in these obscene little actions?"

Looking around at the stunned bullies, Terry showed a rather ironic smile: "How about we have a good fight, and then both of them will be punished and expelled from school. At the worst, I will transfer to another middle school."

Pulling Thompson over who was still dazed and covering his face, Terry lowered his voice, his eyes became cold, and the masseter muscles on his cheekbones pulled strings on his cheeks: "Your parents will still have to be humble. Asking the boss for a day off because their overbearing kid made a mistake in school and they have to beg the school to reverse the expulsion because their salary can't easily afford the hefty transfer fee - think about the consequences, Thompson."

(End of this chapter)