Pixel Maniac in the Comic World

Chapter 207 Harry Osborn

"Why does it take you so long to go to the toilet? Are you constipated?"

Peter watched Terry, who was obviously a little sleepy, walking slowly back to the dining table, and made a bold guess in disbelief.

"You didn't fall asleep while going to the toilet, did you?"

"It's pretty much understandable. Lately, I've always been like, oh no, I'm afraid I'll do this a lot next time. Don't ask for the reason, and it's hard to explain if I ask."

Terry was called over to have a fight with a group of demons. Although those low-level demons were just a piece of cake to Terry now, they were relying on astral magic to control other people's bodies across a world, so he was inevitably a little tired. .

Returning to his seat, he cut off a piece of steak with a knife and fork and put it into his mouth. Terry commented expressionlessly.

"cold."

"Nonsense, you spent more than 40 minutes in the toilet. We were almost done eating. I even suspected that you thought the food in the toilet was sweeter and more delicious than the beef on the dinner plate."

Peter complained mercilessly.

"No, why did you obviously include me in the conversation, but now you are bullying me so cruelly? Terry, what does licking a dog mean?"

Peter was stunned for a moment, and then took out his phone with a broken screen and took a look at it.

"What does licking a dog mean?"

Harry grabbed the napkin tucked into his collar and closed his eyes with some aftertaste: "This restaurant is also very good. I didn't expect that such a great restaurant would open in New York City just after I went abroad for a few years."

Terry ignored Peter and smiled apologetically at Harry.

"I've already paid and tipped."

"Incredibly smart decision. If you had known that I would also use the restroom as an excuse, it would be hard for you to imagine that I listened to Peter talk about volunteering at Fast for a full forty minutes, and the whole time I couldn't do without the redhead. A girl who even shows a few teeth when she smiles is a treasure trove."

Terry swallowed the food in his mouth, grabbed his phone and checked the time.

Peter winked and interrupted.

"The licking dog is Peter Parker! Okay, let's end this boring topic, Peter, the interest club sent me a message, you should have received it too."

Harry Osborne, who still looked lazy, was playing with the unfinished macaroni with a fork. He held the fork with his slender wrist and kept turning it in circles on the plate, and yawned lightly.

"Oh? That's so embarrassing. I originally agreed that I would treat you today."

With his bulging cheeks, Terry was about to stand up and go to pay, but Harry dropped his fork and waved his hand.

Peter finally broke through, and his hands grabbing the knife and fork made the table clank.

"Really? Then Peter is really a licker."

"It's nothing. Peter's friends are my friends. You are very suitable to me."

"What does licking a dog mean?"

Peter asked again patiently.

Terry cut all the remaining steaks into small portions, then picked up the plate and poured it all into the soup plate. Finally, he picked up the spoon and stirred it twice, and quickly poured the food into his mouth like porridge. inside.

"Hahaha, that's easy to say. Peter and I have visited a lot of delicious places before, but I have to invite you to the next dinner party."

Interest club is a simple code between them. In fact, to put it bluntly, it is news from the Victory Commandos.

Terry took advantage of Peter to look at his phone and shook hands with Harry who stood up, both of them showing subtle smiles.

Harry's purpose is very clear. He is not much different from Terry's current situation. He also received some initial funds and assets from his father's generation. In addition to continuing to complete his studies in New York this time, he also has the ambition to show off his talents. Today, he and Peter went to participate in Fast's volunteer activities. In fact, Harry was simply inspecting the industry situation in Terry.

The second generation wants to break into the huge financial circle of New York City, and their parents have already given them what they can. Unless they plan to completely ruin it, Harry would rather make some new connections and get out of his original ways. comfort zone.

Terry only had a small part of the same thoughts as Harry. What he was more concerned about now was the events triggered by the other party's first contact.

Goblin invasion.

The game's fixed monster spawning events are combined with the real-life villain Green Goblin, and I don't know what form it will take in the end.

Peter put his phone back in his pocket, glanced at the two people who had finished shaking hands without realizing it, and said goodbye to Harry.

"Let's meet again next time. Sorry, Terry and I have some private activities to participate in."

Harry shrugged his shoulders indifferently: "You guys go ahead. I'm not interested in any club activities. Don't be so glass-hearted next time, Peter."

"I don't have a glass heart—forget it."

Peter originally wanted to continue to defend himself, but seeing that Terry had already walked out, he quickly got up and followed.

Harry watched his old friends leave together with his new friends, a trace of very suppressed envy flashing down his eyes.

As the prince of the Osborne Group, he had little freedom in his life from childhood to adulthood. It was not that he was really not interested in students' extracurricular club activities, but he was forced to do so by his father, Norman Osborne. Command and pressure.

Norman hopes that his son can mature as soon as possible, and because his mother died early, he lacks the reconciliation of maternal tenderness. Norman, who is already tough and not good at expressing emotions, and Harry, who is cold and withdrawn, lack of heart and soul. comminicate.

It wasn't until Terry completely disappeared from Harry's sight while driving Peter in the car given by his uncle Martin at the last birthday party that the skinny Harry put his hands in his pockets and walked out the door with his head lowered.

The phone in his pocket rang, and Harry stopped in confusion.

It was rare that Norman agreed to give him a day off today. Harry, who usually didn't have many friends, didn't have many numbers stored in his phone. Logically speaking...

Looking at the familiar and oppressive name on the screen, Harry sighed, took a deep breath and adjusted his voice to the tone he had learned in the etiquette training class, and then pressed the call button.

"Father?"

"Have you almost rested?"

Norman's voice was full of unquestionable command.

"You promised a whole day."

Harry's voice became quieter, but he still tried to fight for his due rights.

"It doesn't make any difference. Today is almost over anyway. Come over here. I happen to have a new project here. Don't you plan to go in the direction of biochemical technology? This will definitely help you."

"Actually, I prefer to choose what I experience."

"I don't like to say it a second time."

"..."

In the brief silence, Harry once again chose to surrender. He had long been accustomed to this.

"Okay, Father."

"Well, this is a good boy. He took a taxi directly to Jersey City. The company recently built a new biological research institute here."

Harry hung up the phone, raised his hands and rubbed his face, and his thin figure slowly left the restaurant that made him happy for at least one meal.

(End of this chapter)