Pixel Maniac in the Comic World

Chapter 129 The morning of the coming-of-age ceremony
  Terry woke up early today.

When he sat up from the bed, he was even a little confused.

Three different scenes mingled back and forth in his mind, brewing a very special emotion.

He remembered that when he was a child in a mountain village, he would get up on the first day of the Chinese New Year, and after wishing his parents New Year greetings, he would get some clean coins that had been screened out from their hands. When I got on one of the adults' tricycles and wandered to the town to go to the market.

He recalled that he was a game planner in his previous life. He grew up in a big city. He took a thick red envelope during the New Year and went to the most prosperous shopping center on the street. For the first time, he felt so confident when he squatted in front of a toy stall. .

He remembered the reality when his uncle took him to New York, USA, and spent his first Christmas here. In the early morning, Uncle Martin told him that he would be very happy all day long.

Today, I probably feel similar to these days.

I got out of bed, walked to the window, opened the curtains, and let the bright sunshine shine in.

He lowered his head slightly and saw assistant uncle Charlot standing on the street.

He was directing a few young people who had just gotten off a truck, and seemed to be ordering them to unload something.

"A very creative studio. I think after all, young people know what young people want."

Terry left the window, walked into the bathroom and began to clean up his personal hygiene.

"For using this title on this special day, I hope you can forgive me, an old man who is short of words."

After getting dressed and going downstairs, Terry opened the door to his house. He had removed the special trigger block on the corridor wall. Today, this house would not reject any well-intentioned guest.

Unlike the usual days when he rushes to eat breakfast and go to school, today's day is special and his mood is also special, so he takes every step extremely seriously.

With a just right smile, Charlot put one hand on his chest and the other on his back, and leaned down slightly.

The old man, who always wore a well-pressed suit and his hair was meticulously combed, turned back and looked at Terry with a lively expression on his face.

Charlot straightened up, even his tone seemed to have been rehearsed, and he looked so confident.

"Good morning, Charlotte!"

"Oh!"

Terry shrugged his shoulders and laughed: "It doesn't matter today, but only for today. Thank you, Charlot."

"Happy birthday, Master Terry!"

Terry shouted hello.

They say they are young, but in fact everyone is older than Terry.

"Who are these?"

Then he looked at the young people waiting for Charlot.

Charlot explained casually, and then the young people looked at each other, and one of them, a slightly fatter man, stood up and introduced himself.

"We are a hot, cool, and creative party design studio that aims to create a party environment for any guest who wants to have a perfect party atmosphere that will satisfy him and all the guests who come!"

The exaggerated tone coupled with the equally exaggerated movements, as well as the extremely fast speaking speed that was obviously eloquent but not perfunctory, made Terry couldn't help but feel shocked. “I admire you, what’s your name?”

"You know, my parents didn't actually give me my name, but it was my parents' suggestion at the beginning. They wanted to name me Michael, but my grandparents were very particular about the name Michael. They objected, so one night when it was pouring with rain..."

"Oh! Please don't expand so much, just tell me your current name."

"Louis! You can call me Louis."

Terry wiped a cold sweat. This guy's talkativeness made him unconsciously think of a wonderful supporting character in a certain superhero movie. However, because of his long memory, he didn't know the name of the talkative guy in that movie. No more impression.

I don’t know if it’s that magical guy, after all, the plot development in this world is so different from that in the movie.

In order to prevent the chatty fat man from continuing to show off, Terry had to switch to talking to another woman in this so-called creative party design studio.

After confirming that Terry did not have a clear theme arrangement in mind, the girl very professionally asked about the age structure of the party's guest list, and said that they would take care of every guest and design a less dazzling party decoration. .

As for the theme of today's coming-of-age ceremony, it was obvious that Charlot had already told them.

Watching the people from the studio carrying large and small bags of decorative props into the room, Terry also relaxed a little more and expressed his gratitude to Charlot.

"Even I didn't think that I needed to arrange an environment in advance. I thought organizing a party would be like in a TV show, just calling people at home."

Charlot smiled slightly: "But Master Terry will never forget the food, drinks, snacks and other necessities needed at the party, right?"

"Of course, what else should I do during this long day?"

Charlotte nodded, turned sideways, opened the door of the car parked on the roadside, and motioned towards Terry.

"I have already looked at some restaurants that can provide food delivery in advance, but I think Master Terry may also want to participate in the final decision-making process."

Terry nodded and approved Charlot's arrangement, stepped forward with some emotion, and while stepping into the car with one leg, thanked Charlot again.

"You are indeed a considerate enough personal assistant. To be honest, until today, I was not impressed by Uncle Martin's hiring of you."

Terry blinked.

"Last time you prepared three identical gifts in the car, I'll just pretend it never happened."

Charlot, who originally had a decent smile on his face, froze, but when he saw that Terry had closed the car door, he finally had to grin awkwardly, opened the driver's door and got in.

After the car slowly drove away, the few young people who stayed at Terry's house looked at each other with big eyes and small eyes.

The talkative Louis swallowed and gave a bitter smile to his companions.

"I never imagined that this place would have such a dark industrial decoration style. It seems that we have a very heavy task today."

The girl who had finalized the decoration plan with Terry before had no choice but to step forward and knock on the dull and solid metal wall, then calmly rubbed her sore knuckles.

"It is definitely a big project to completely reverse this icy environment."

"Stop wasting time and get to work, guys!"

(End of this chapter)