Pixel Maniac in the Comic World

Chapter 130 Happy Birthday, Terry

I have to say that the young people in that studio still have two brushes.

When Terry returned home with a pile of snow-white orders, he was surprised to find that the atmosphere in the house had changed dramatically.

Clever embellishments, rearranged furniture patterns, and bright yellow wallpaper covering the walls to hide the cold metallic luster make this room look particularly warm.

With a wave of his hand, Charlot readily paid the agreed price to Louis, who had a weak face and was no longer talkative. After sending the young people away, he opened the door and welcomed the people who came behind them. The van staff brought in the ordered drinks and snacks.

As for tonight's food, Terry finally settled on a restaurant that was relatively nearby. They would deliver hot, fresh meals on time half an hour before the party started.

"Final check of the guest list—"

Terry and Charlotte stood at the corner of the stairs, making way for the employees who were carrying drinks and snacks in and out.

Taking over a paper list that Charlotte had already prepared, Terry glanced at it briefly.

"The invitation to Stephen has been delivered, right?"

Terry muttered, and then introduced Charlotte to Peter.

Second, it was a bit far from Manhattan to attend the party in Queens. If it was very late, it would save Charlott the trouble of helping arrange accommodation for those classmates and teachers who were not familiar with him.

"Happy birthday, Terry, but - I really didn't expect that you would be such a big scene today!"

Then Terry glanced at the door again, a little confused: "Didn't Danny come with you?"

"He is busy messing with the Rand Group right now, so I thought I would come here alone."

Terry, who was a classmate when he was studying in Manhattan, did not invite him this time.

First, he doesn’t have anyone he’s particularly familiar with. To be honest, before he awakened his superpowers and had another memory, Terry’s character was actually relatively taciturn. In school, he was even more silent than Danny Rand. .

Handing a small box to Terry, Peter watched with envy as the strong adults carried drinks and snacks, sighing in a low voice.

"Of course, Master Terry."

As Terry walked towards the door, he loudly attracted Peter's attention. The latter raised his head in surprise, his expression visibly relaxed, and loosened the tie around his neck that made him a little uncomfortable - good boy Peter was actually wearing all the clothes. Came here in formal attire.

Just when Terry was about to return the list to Charlot, a timid voice sounded at the door.

"There's no need at all, show your other active side! Peter!"

"Hey! Peter! Why are you so shy! Just come in!"

"Sorry, am I here early? Is the owner of this room here?"

Terry took the gift with a smile, put a hand to his mouth and responded softly.

He was not used to letting people with whom he was not particularly close stay at home.

"Well, that doesn't seem like there's anything to check."

Peter took a step back angrily and pressed against the wall to make way for a passing box of drinks: "If I had known, I would have come later."

"Actually, I debated whether to book a presidential suite in a luxury hotel, but later I thought it would be more intimate to hold it directly at my own home, so it's not a big event."

Terry poked his head out and saw Peter Parker asking the porter who stopped at the door with an embarrassed look on his face.

After seeing the old man who had been standing by the handrail of the stairs smiling and nodding towards him, Peter's expression became even more uncomfortable, and his voice dropped a few degrees.

"Do you have a personal assistant?"

"I thought I mentioned that earlier?"       "Well, I forgot."

"If you really don't get used to it——"

Terry pointed to the projection screen hanging down from another empty wall.

"I installed a projector connected to a game console out of some selfishness today. Why don't you go play games for a while and wait?"

"No, I just stand here."

Peter glanced at the game console, with obvious desire in his eyes, but still shook his head in refusal.

Terry looked at Peter helplessly. As long as this guy takes off his mask and is around strangers, he will show a completely opposite personality to Spider-Man. He will always act like a transparent person in the crowd. .

It’s no wonder that in many anime plots, many of Peter’s classmates have seen Spider-Man, but they can’t connect the train-talking chatterbox with his real classmate Peter.

These two personalities are so contrasting.

After the porters left, the room became quiet again. Charlotte held the list in hand and stood at the door in a decent manner, waiting for the guests. Terry started to call the reserved restaurant to express his gratitude. Just a few more minutes to start arranging food delivery.

Then came the arrival of invited relatives and friends one after another.

Danny was the second person to arrive today. He was also holding a gift and was wearing a formal suit. His expression was obviously a little tired. It is estimated that even if he hired an assistant, he was really overwhelmed by the company's business that he had never touched before.

"Happy birthday, Terry."

After entering the door, Danny was obviously more relaxed than Peter. Although he was usually taciturn, Danny did not have such a serious personality difference as Peter. Instead, he sat on the sofa very naturally and started studying the game console.

Even Peter breathed a sigh of relief and ran over to happily mingle with Danny.

Clint was the next person to come to the door, and he was accompanied by an unexpected person who was wearing a hat and wanted to hide his face, but because of his tall figure, the desired effect was not achieved.

Clint hurried forward and thrust the gift into Terry's hand, explaining in an awkward whisper.

"I swear this wasn't my idea, Nick wanted to help him accept reality faster and integrate into the team."

"It's okay, my home welcomes everyone who comes with good intentions today."

Terry took the gift, patted Clint on the shoulder and sent him into the house, then took the initiative to shake hands with the tall man.

"Famous is not as good as meeting, Captain."

The tall man waved his other hand repeatedly, and his face was filled with a sense of embarrassment that had never been shown in the documentary.

"Don't say that. In fact, I came here today just to say thank you. But I hope you can forgive me for the gift, because I am really broke now - if you don't mind, happy birthday."

Steve Rogers, who met for the first time, handed over an unpackaged gadget. It was a somewhat mottled medal of glory, which was probably related to a certain battle that the other party had led.

And Terry was sure that Clint had given Steve's idea for this gift.

Because this medal triggered his game prompt.

"Don't say that. I like your gift very much. Please come in - Mr. Steve."

The tall man obviously preferred the latter term. He looked more relaxed and nodded towards Terry. After entering the room, he walked straight towards Clint, whom he was most familiar with.

Terry looked down at the medal of glory, flipped his wrist and put it in the accessories column.

‘Warrior Badge. ’

(End of this chapter)