Pixel Maniac in the Comic World

Chapter 95 Prepare for a rainy day
  While Terry was thinking about the feasibility, Peter Parker, who had finally waited until school time more than ten minutes ago, knocked on his door.

"Terry! Open the door!"

Peter's shouting outside the house paused for a moment, and then he realized that it seemed a bit rude to do so, so he simply stated his intention.

"What the hell! How did you get your test scores?!"

Peter was shocked by some words from Teacher Goldman at school today. Because he and Terry were always inseparable, Teacher Goldman specially called Peter into the office to ask about Terry's test scores. It's not about him.

At first, Peter thought that Teacher Goldman was referring to two people holding each other back, and he hesitated for a long time. However, Teacher Goldman suddenly asked him to share his experience with a look of approval.

Peter, who realized that something might be beyond his expectation, finally saw Terry's test paper lying on Teacher Goldman's desk.

So he picked it up doubtfully and glanced at it a few times.

This almost made Peter's eyes pop out.

Except for Terry's still poor performance in history papers and other arts courses, his grades in science and engineering were actually higher than Peter's!

What about sticking it to the wall?
  No!

He casually tapped on the wall, and the door in front of Peter opened automatically.

ceiling?
  No!

Terry was interrupted from thinking. After thinking for two seconds, he suddenly showed a wicked smile.

So where does Terry find the time to learn and improve?

"A little makeover using super powers and some applied engineering knowledge."

This shows that Terry's science and engineering scores have now reached an abnormal level that overwhelms Peter's, and he can get top academic reviews for every paper!

Peter stared, and thoughts of moving in different angles and directions began to pop up in his mind.

There were few safe places left in the house.

He tried to take another step to walk to the other floor, but stopped suddenly when the instruction came into his mind.

Peter swallowed hard after taking a quick look at almost all the places in the house.

Peter's voice was trembling.

"You...what have you done to this room in the past two days?"

Just as he was about to enter the house, Peter raised his foot aggressively. When he was about to put it down, his whole body shook violently. He did an uncontrollable front flip on the spot and jumped across the floor at the door.

There were some questions that even Peter's level found difficult, but Terry's answers were so easy to write.

His spider-sense was ringing alarm bells in his head.

My good brother eats alone without me!

His spider-sense told him that except for the floor he was currently on, and the one under Terry's feet.

Terry smiled and put his hand on the wall beside him. At the moment when the frame of the block that was not actually perfectly fitted with the wall dropped, he put a mechanism block placed inside into the inventory.

Peter didn't understand that although he and Terry were good friends, he noticed Terry's attitude towards studying during the day, and he always patrolled the streets as a vigilante at night. This meant that the two of them were next to each other almost every day except for sleeping time - —Except for an interest class that Terry must go to every day.

Peter opened his mouth in shock and looked at Terry with his arms folded and looking at him with a wicked smile, unable to think clearly.

The spider sense in Peter's mind that was about to explode suddenly subsided.

"You call this a small makeover? My spider sense has been buzzing from the moment you opened the door to just now!"

Peter couldn't help but complain. “You’ve literally built a wartime defensive fortress, man, do you have some kind of persecution paranoia?”

"It's not that exaggerated. There is basically no thermal weapon firepower. Most of the designs are very primitive, and these deterrents are not internal or external. This house looks very ordinary from the outside, and the actual surface is also very ordinary."

Terry made a fist and raised his thumb to indicate the location of the sofa.

"Come in and sit down? I can't serve drinks. I don't usually have the habit of stocking snacks in the refrigerator."

Peter glanced at the ordinary sofa suspiciously. Combined with Terry's remarks about the original design, he now always felt that a bunch of venomous snakes would fall from the ceiling after sitting on it.

However, the tranquility of the spider sense and the familiarity with Terry made Peter finally put his butt on the sofa with peace of mind.

Only then did he start to seriously look at some of the interior designs of the house. This was actually the first time Peter had entered Terry's house, and many details could not be seen by leaning on the wall outside the house.

It seems... it seems that as Terry said, if you can ignore the matte metal coating that gives people a sense of depression at first glance, many architectural design styles here have an aesthetic feeling of assembly line work.

Most ordinary residents of Queens live in such houses, including Peter.

While Terry was tinkering with something in the kitchen, Peter sat up from the sofa again, walked to the wall and stretched out his hand to touch it.

The real feeling is almost exactly the same as the subconscious feeling at first glance. Not only does it feel cold to the touch, it is also...hard to death?
  "Hey! Wait, it's not just a coating?"

After tapping it with his knuckles, Peter could not believe that the piece in front of him should be a solid steel material poured from the entire body.

Then he went to other places and started knocking, and finally even lifted the carpet under his feet to take a look.

When Terry walked into the living room carrying two glasses of freshly squeezed orange juice, he found Peter hanging upside down on the ceiling, clenching his fist with his left hand and banging it hard.

"Why, are you going to demolish it for me as soon as you enter the house?"

Putting the orange juice on the coffee table, Terry put his hands on his hips helplessly and looked up at Peter above his head.

"Knock lightly, not any building can withstand your power."

"If you want an ordinary house, I'll believe it."

Peter let go of his hand, jumped down from the ceiling, and landed lightly on the sofa. His whole body swayed up and down a few times as the pressure of the spring was released.

"I don't want to ask you how you did it. Originally, I thought you just laid some dangerous traps, but now it seems that I was right when I said this is a war fortress."

Peter looked up at the ceiling with some pain and murmured.

"Hell, how much does this renovation cost?"

"Hey, it's vulgar to ask for money. What you should focus on is how safe it is to live in a place like this."

"It's safe, but it's too depressing. I feel cold just standing in the room."

"It's just an illusion caused by cold colors and too dim light. I will consider further modifications in this aspect, but judging from the current situation, comfort is not a particularly urgent issue that needs to be considered."

Peter lowered his head and looked at Terry with a little doubt in his eyes.

"I don't quite understand. Are you a little too anxious? Why do you seem so afraid of those ninjas who are obviously vulnerable?"

The next moment, Terry spit out an answer that surprised Peter.

"If you and I are alone, we don't have anything to fear, but what if the Hand can find us at home?
  What should your Aunt May do? "

Peter's eyes widened a little, and he made corresponding associations in his mind in response to Terry's question, and then he found that his heart seemed to be suddenly stopped by something.

(End of this chapter)