Pixel Maniac in the Comic World

Chapter 75 Church Disciple
  Frank gave extremely detailed information, so Nick called Hawkeye back through the communication facility.

Facing Hawkeye's doubts, Nick calmly gave the order as if he had no shame.

"I need you to gather more information about Terry Lee."

There was a hint of teasing in Hawkeye's sharp eyes.

Nick pretended he didn't see it and instead struck preemptively.

"I have to say that your ability to collect intelligence needs to be retrained. The Terry Lee you submitted does not seem to be simple - he himself has already spontaneously participated in the street hero business."

"Wow, you are right to criticize."

Of course Clint didn't like this low-level PUA, and he started to get weird.

"The relationship between me and that kid is just that of a senior fellow student, and I'm not his personal butler. If he doesn't go to bed when it's time to go to bed, how do I know what he will do?"

Hawkeye gestured to the USB flash drive copied from the intelligence department.

Hawkeye didn't dare to be yin and yang anymore, and left the office with a low eyebrow. He didn't sigh until he was a long way away.

"Isn't it because Teacher Goldman said that there will be another exam? Why are you so depressed? I think you fell asleep during the exam before."

"Hey, are you having any mental problems again?"

In order to be quick-talking for a while, less than a year after he came to Nick's staff, he was already too poor to open the pot.

Mental fatigue cannot be restored through Blessing·Nebula Dew.

Peter looked at the listless Terry, raised his elbow and poked him.

Please, please, but there is absolutely no way that woman in Mayfair is a truly qualified psychiatrist.

"This can't go on like this. Didn't your uncle hire a psychiatrist for you?"

He was too tired to open his mouth.

Peter looked at Terry's sleepy state, and suddenly remembered that this happened to him last time.

Terry reluctantly raised his eyelids, glanced at Peter, and shook his head.

"Also, I will give you a special few days of operational leave. Now, don't waste time talking back to me here. You know that I can deduct your salary in secret, so next time you can give me a try."

Terry shook his head, then nodded.

Nick was not false at all: "You are also an agent, and collecting intelligence is what you should do, instead of relying on the intelligence department."

It is not difficult to find out more information about Terry.

"Isn't this the job of the intelligence service?"

It was like there was a university professor in his mind all the time, teaching him lessons and explaining his doubts. Even when he was sleeping, he dreamed about mathematics, physics and chemistry floating around in his dreams.

For the next period of time, Clint decided to wait at his old friend's swordsmanship studio every day.

This is why he was so envious when he heard about Terry's reward to Jacques last time, because his new leader is really nothing.

At Zhongcheng High School, it’s exciting time for school to end again.

It had been more than two days, and he still hadn't been able to digest all the knowledge transmitted to him by Hei.

The good reputation on the website before was definitely the result of using despicable magic.

It's true that no matter how powerful a psychiatrist is, Mayfair can't simply cast a spell to clear away a customer's troubles as quickly as he does.

"The problem this time has nothing to do with psychology. It's just that I've been staying up late studying until four or five in the morning recently, and I really can't bear it."

Peter stared at Terry with wide eyes, trying hard to control his expression.

You kid is a liar!

In the past few nights, as long as I go out as Spider-Man, you will follow me in armor in less than half an hour.

We sit together every day during the day, and hang out together at night. I don’t know if your kid studied until four or five in the morning?
  You can really make it up!

Peter felt extremely uncomfortable. He wanted to expose Terry, but unfortunately he couldn't.

So Peter could only hold back his constipated expression and patted Terry on the shoulder: "Although I don't know why you are so diligent all of a sudden, it is a good thing to study hard. Why don't you come to my house on the weekend and I will help you make up for it?" Make up a lesson?”

"no."

Terry held his head and closed his eyes to rest for a while, and roughly estimated his current level of knowledge. “I can’t say whether you can win this exam or not.”

Now Peter really couldn't stand it anymore. Peter, who was used to showing his true nature in front of Terry as Spider-Man, showed a vicious expression and started to complain.

"Just two nights? How dare you say this...how to say that Eastern idiom you taught me last time?"

"Big talk."

"How dare you speak so wildly?"

"Ah~"

Terry picked up his schoolbag and stood up, looking tired and arching his hands towards Peter: "I originally wanted to get along with you as an ordinary person -"

Peter thought.

"But all I got in return was alienation and incomprehension."

"Wait, when did I distance myself from you?"

"I'm not pretending now, I'm showing off my cards."

"Why do you feel like you're reciting lines from a drama now?"

"I am a genius, but mediocrity cannot understand genius."

"Aunt May told me that showing the middle fingers is a bad habit, and Thompson often shows people the middle fingers with both hands, but now I wish I had three hands!"

Terry yawned and walked towards the classroom door: "Don't waste your breath here, I still have an interest class to attend."

After the interest class, I have to go to Mayfair's place. The usual 'psychotherapy' every Thursday is actually just a chat with Mayfair, who is good-looking and eye-catching.

Peter followed angrily, and the two walked to the school gate as usual and said goodbye to each other.

Goodbye really, see you tonight.

Terry carried his schoolbag and arrived at the swordsmanship hall first.

As always, Master Jacques sat cross-legged quietly in the center of the room and waited, and Hawkeye also——

Eh? Why is Clint here again?
  Is this senior brother a little too carefree, sitting around with nothing to do every day? No job?
  Jacques watched Terry put down his schoolbag and pick up the wooden sword (from the swordsmanship hall, not the game wooden sword he made himself), and his mustache twitched.

"Have you been staying up late a lot lately?"

Jacques, who had never cared about Terry's private life before, suddenly asked.

Clint looked at his friend with a look of surprise on his face.

‘What an assist, Jack! ’

"Um, I shouldn't have affected the teaching progress, right?"

Terry cheered up and replied carefully.

"There is no impact, but I discovered something wonderful."

Jia Ke stood up holding the newly purchased bamboo sword: "Your fighting style is gradually changing. If I guess correctly, are you looking for a fight every night now?"

Clint was already mentally standing up and applauding Jacques.

Ask more, ask more!
  Who knew that Jacques would directly change the topic to another angle.

"Have you found a reason to draw your sword?"

The reason for drawing the sword?
  Terry thought for a moment that in order to avoid accidentally stabbing thieves and robbers with ordinary physiques into meat skewers, he had no choice but to use a wooden sword to open and close.

Is this a reason to draw the sword?

It doesn't count, it's just torture. With Terry's current strength, if he deals with those guys with bare hands, the result will not be any different.

"No, I just went out to fight."

Jia Ke nodded silently, raised the bamboo sword with both hands, and assumed a serious posture: "That's a pity, I thought you were ready to start fighting."

"After all, as far as sword skills are concerned, your level has reached a point where I don't want to teach you anything. If I teach you all the rest of me - there will be one more person in the world who can stand up to you in sword skills. The one who beat me.”

Clint glanced at Jaq sadly. All the mustache cared about was his sword.

(End of this chapter)