Pixel Maniac in the Comic World

Chapter 6 Self-identity
  Thompson was scared.

It's not that he was frightened by Terry's words. Young people are always reckless and bloody.

But when he was caught off guard by Terry, the brass-colored blade protruding from nowhere also touched Thompson's carotid artery.

He raised his eyelids in disbelief, trying to judge from the other person's expression whether this was a slightly nasty joke.

But unfortunately, Terry's face was expressionless and his lowered eyes left no doubt that he might 'accidentally' slit Thompson's throat in the next second due to shaking hands or other reasons.

When Thompson gave in and was pushed aside by Terry, he subconsciously looked at Terry.

The coat was taken off and hung on the back of the chair during class. Terry only had an ordinary ironed and close-fitting short-sleeved shirt - the sharp blade that was at least four feet long disappeared under impossible circumstances.

Mysterious, dangerous, moody.

This was the real reason why Thompson gave up. He didn't even dare to say a harsh word, and ran back to his bad friends in embarrassment, shaking his head and denying the idea of ​​​​swarming the bad friends.

"Don't mess with that Oriental freak."

‘Venom Thompson is the future tense, while Mr. Negative Uncle Martin is the present moment. ’

‘So some of my memories point to possible future changes in this world? ’

Peter just wanted to show kindness to his new classmates at first, but when he discovered that Terry, who had solved Thompson, had been staring at him since entering the classroom, he inevitably felt a little uncomfortable.

A flexible and strong figure appeared in his mind, flying among various skyscrapers like doing graceful gymnastics at an altitude of tens of meters above the ground. However, the uniform on his body was not as fixed as in Thompson's picture. Red and blue, red and black, red and gold...but all have spider web-like designs.

"Oh my god, this is the first time I've seen Thompson give in."

'But my uncle Martin Lee is indeed Mr. Negative, and those black and white energies are consistent with those in the incomplete memory. ’

In the incomplete memory or impression, Agent Venom is a tall figure, wearing some kind of black biomass armor, and can eject various weapons and weapons from it, showing extraordinary skills.

Does this kid's identity only exist in the future, or does it already exist now?

"cool!"

The remaining students looked at each other in confusion, said a few words, and then left with Thompson, who was trembling all over.

Terry raised his head and looked at Peter Parker, the frail-looking boy with round-framed glasses, who was also staring at him in amazement.

But he could feel that until today's classes ended, the eyes behind him were always wandering on him.

"I don't know, there were too many people outside just now, but I thought I saw him slap Thompson."

This is obviously inconsistent with the character of a scumbag bully who is still showing off in the school.

Terry walked back to his seat, while mentally rejecting the idea that Flash Thompson was a Venom agent.

When Terry returned to the classroom intact, the classmates who had been bullied by Thompson couldn't help but give him an exaggerated cheer.

He muttered something under his breath, then lowered his head and left the corridor.

Peter Parker, Spider-Man.

With an awkward smile, Peter turned back stiffly, and at the same time, a little scared, he began to pray in his heart that this weird new classmate should not come over to talk to him.

"I thought he would at least come back with a bruise and a swollen face."

"Did anyone follow me to watch it just now? Is it the legendary Kung Fu?"

This caused Peter to pack up his things and run away in a hurry as soon as school was over.

Terry watched Peter's back until he disappeared at the door of the classroom like a frightened bird. Then he lowered his head and slowly started to pack his things.

As a 'normal' student, he needs to complete his homework, even though he didn't actually pay much attention to class today.

hum~
  The mobile phone placed in his schoolbag vibrated. This was a gift that Martin Lee bought him last month - it was actually to facilitate Terry's contact after he transferred to another school. It was difficult to say how high the content of the gift was.

"Hello? Uncle?"     "I guess your kid should have finished school already."

"Your phone just got stuck and I clicked here."

"Haha, how do you feel about your first day of class in a strange environment? Are there any blind guys coming here to cause trouble?"

Terry paused for a few seconds. He didn't think Thompson, whose courage was immediately broken, was trouble.

"No, the teachers and classmates are very kind."

Martin on the other end of the phone was a little surprised, and then he began to think that sending his nephew to Queens was the right choice. After all, even in Chinatown, there are inevitably people with malicious intentions.

"The quality of citizens in Queens is generally higher than in Manhattan? So you have made new friends?"

"Not yet, uncle, but I already have a goal."

"Boy, this description doesn't sound like making friends at all. Well, this is the United States. Although it is somewhat inconsistent with our previous concepts, I will not stop you from falling in love."

"You are overthinking, uncle, I have no intention of falling in love."

Terry left the classroom with his schoolbag in hand, and with a heartfelt smile on his face, he chatted with Uncle Martin. It wasn't until he was approaching the school gate that he coaxed the other person to hang up the phone.

In fact, Terry's state at this time is somewhat contradictory.

After the headache incident in the morning, he had many more memories in his mind. He knew that he was a time traveler, but he also recognized his local identity.

Terry Lee, this was his name after coming to the United States.

In fact, when he was young and still living in China, he had a Chinese name, and his surname was not Li.

There is no need to go into detail about those terrible family and childhood memories.

In the impression, Uncle Martin has always liked him, but because he couldn't stand the poor life, he embarked on a stowaway ship to the ocean.

Terry had no news from his uncle for many years.

Later, Terry's life encountered even greater changes.

He became an orphan.

After begging in the village for a few years, the uncle who he thought he would never see again suddenly appeared in front of Terry and adopted him.

At that time, Terry had some mental problems and almost lost the ability to communicate with others normally.

In order to enlighten Terry, Uncle Martin shared with him his difficult journey over the years.

In order not to be killed by the smuggler organization responsible for the smuggling industry, he gave up his original identity, found Martin Lee's name from a corpse at the bottom of the cabin, and replaced the identity of this name, pretending to be a dead man, and successfully Set foot on American soil.

Because he had a black household registration, the reformed Martin Lee had to join the snakehead gang entrenched near the dock and committed evil for a long time.

After saving up some money, Martin escaped the gang, bribed himself to become a full citizen, and escaped into New York City's Chinatown.

After several years of hard work, Martin Lee successfully infiltrated the local Chinatown's largest Chinese gang leader, changed the direction of the gang's development, and began to open a serious business, trying to completely clear his identity.

At this time, Martin had a foundation and a family, and found out that his nephew was not doing well in China, so he bought a plane ticket and embarked on his way back to China, and finally appeared in front of the beggar Terry.

The sincere communication opened Terry's closed heart, and he realized that he had to learn the spirit of perseverance from his uncle, who had clearly suffered greater hardships and dangers than him in recent years.

He took the hand extended by Uncle Martin, and boarded the plane to the United States with his uncle, and they had a new surname and first name.

Terry Lee.

Those memories from time travel could not prevent Terry Lee from identifying his own identity after living in this world for more than ten years, not to mention that he felt that the actual situation in his mind seemed to be much more complicated than a simple time travel.

(End of this chapter)