The days of being a spiritual mentor in Meiman

When Peter stepped into the laboratory, his body was still cool. The cold wind in the morning made his cheeks a little red. He exhaled and put down his schoolbag.

The warm air in the laboratory made his forehead sweat slightly, and he took off his coat and threw it on the back of the chair. Stark woke up still a little confused, Peter said: I heard from Dr. I'm bothered by something, it's school holidays today, I'm not interested in those rugby games, I think we can work it out together but first...

He took out a bag from his schoolbag, and while he couldn't hold it because it was too hot, he said, I brought the most delicious pancakes from near the school. Fortunately, I swung it fast enough and it wasn't cold yet.

Then he looked back, looked at the coffee machine in the corner, put the pancake bag aside, and ran to the coffee machine, fiddling with it and saying, Let's have a coffee, Dr. Schiller's espresso It's too bitter, I really can't get used to it, let me see, I want a latte with double milk and double sugar, what do you want, Mr. Stark?

Stark sat by the window, leaning on his head with his hands, his head was still a little dizzy.

Busy, Peter carried a kind of vigor and vitality unique to his age, just like the bustling morning in New York. Although it seemed too jumpy and a bit funny, it was this kind of vitality that made Stark The heart that had been frozen in the night started beating again.

Peter held up the two cups of coffee on the tray in one hand, and the bag of pancakes in the other, and then put them on the table.

Peter unwrapped the pancake, squeezed the bonus sauce onto it, and handed it to Stark. Stark actually didn't like to pick up things, but he took it anyway and took a bite.

In fact, the tastes of Peter and Stark are not the same. Peter likes to eat things with strong seasonings and various sauces, but Stark’s taste is lighter. He took a bite of the pancake, which was somewhat The overwhelming flavor of the seasoning covered up the aroma of the bread itself, and in Stark's opinion, it wasn't very tasty.

But fortunately, as Peter said, this pancake was just baked in the morning. Peter took it across most of New York City at a high speed, and it was still not cold. A hot current surged in his chest, and he seemed to be alive again.

Throughout the whole night, Stark didn't feel like crying, or rather, that emotion had been accumulated in his heart, unable to rush to the eye sockets.

But it was such an ordinary breakfast that gave Stark a feeling of salvation. He never thought that he would be moved to cry for a two-dollar pancake.

Peter on the other side didn't eat very well. He squeezed too much sauce, and a lot of sauce still stuck to the corner of his mouth. He took a big bite as usual, and then kept chewing in his mouth.

The steamy breakfast made him sweat even more, he tugged at his neckline, and the shape of his clothes became a little messy.

Such an image and this breakfast are incompatible with the environment of Stark Tower, where there are cold-colored metals, various high-end experimental instruments, and regularly flickering lights.

It was as if someone had forcibly painted a colorful paint on the cold and regular mechanical parts.

But Peter was not affected at all. He first ate a piece of pancake quickly, then downed a large cup of coffee, and finally collapsed on the back of the chair, letting out a contented sigh.

Peter wiped his mouth and said, That's great. I used to eat it only once a week, because you know, although this restaurant is delicious, it's actually a bit expensive. If you eat in the school cafeteria, it's half the price.

But I really don't like eating sausages in the school cafeteria, so whenever Uncle Ben gives me pocket money, I will eat it once.

Gwen also likes to eat here, and now we go to have a meal every day after school. I used to complain that there were not enough seats, but with Gwen, we huddled in the corner, chatting while eating, and there is more Is it a good thing?

Stark looked down at his hand, and now there was only a piece of wrapping paper left from the original pancake, and there was still some sauce left on it, and the coffee on his left hand had also bottomed out.

My first time eating this, Stark said.

Peter was a little surprised and said: No way? Pancakes are quite popular in our place, and almost everyone in school likes to eat them.

You know Thompson, don't you? I told you before, the big guy in our class who plays football, he can eat 5 servings in one sitting. Last time he asked me to bring him breakfast. For my extra tip, I'm not carrying so many bags.

Then Peter said with some ease: But it's okay, there must be a first time in everything, how about it? The taste is not bad, right?

Stark clicked his lips. He had to admit that human tastes prefer richer flavors. Although those sauces may not be healthy, they are actually quite delicious.

After eating, Peter stood in front of the experimental table. He wanted to see if Stark had any new mech ideas, and then he discovered the piles of books and materials.

Contrary to Pepper, Peter can understand the complicated experimental data, but he can't understand such long speeches at all.

He picked up one of them, looked at it twice, covered his eyes and said, I don't seem to know English anymore, help me! I seem to know every word in it, but it seems very strange...

I think sooner or later, you have to learn this, Stark said.

Peter shook his head and said, That's why my dream was never to start a company, or be the richest man in the world or something, I know I can't figure it out, and I probably won't even be able to hire an employee, because I don't understand What are they thinking, maybe the business talks will be a mess...

Stark's hand holding the book stiffened.

Peter's words reminded him that he is not being forced to learn these things now, but he chose to keep the Stark Group. In fact, if he chooses to give up the company and choose to be an independent street hero like Peter , then he actually doesn’t need to read these things at all.

As long as he still has the brain of his genius that day, he can make a mech even if he goes to the garbage dump to pick up materials.

So why did he choose to keep the company? Stark thought that the pain of learning these things did not seem to be any less painful than digging through the garbage dump.

Then Stark thought of Pepper, Obadiah, and his father.

At this time, Jarvis reminded: Mr. Steve is visiting.

Close the door and refuse to visit.

But it was too late, Steve had already appeared at the door of the laboratory, he folded his arms and said, Schiller said you seemed to be in some trouble, so I came here to laugh at you.

Shut up, or I'll put on the mech and beat you up right now.

I haven't settled with you yet, you used mecha to blow up my account.

That's what you deserve.

The two exchanged a few words, and they were about to make a move. Peter stood between them and stopped them with his arms outstretched.

Steve said: Originally I had some clues about your father's relics, but it seems that you don't want to hear it.

Stark was choked, and he said suspiciously: My father has other relics, you are not lying to me, are you?

Steve shook his head and said, I don't know the truth about your father's death that year, but I know that it's not that simple, and he may have been prepared for it...

So Stark pursed his lips and said, Where is the thing?

Actually, it should be at the old site of Stark Industries, but you'd better not get too hopeful, he won't put anything important there.

You mean the Howard Motor Company? Jarvis, is that where you got the data for Obadiah's study last time?

Yes, sir, but there are two places in this old site. Stark Industries has relocated, and I have sent mechs to search the two places separately.

It seems you really care about your father, Steve said.

I didn't, I just...

No, I'm serious. You don't need to deny it. I can only tell you that the actions your father participated in and his death were not that simple. He...

Steve paused, seemingly hesitant, but he said, Maybe he wasn't a good father to you, but he must be a good partner to me. What do you think made the difference? ?”

Stark frowned, he heard that Steve seemed to be trying to remind him something, but he was unwilling to say more, which made him feel a little anxious.

He now understands Schiller's intention of letting him read these theoretical books, and now he can find the corresponding entries in his mind for every move of Steve, which makes it easier for Stark to look at his attitude from a more objective perspective , If it was in the past, he would have grabbed Steve by the collar and made him say one, two, three.

But now, he could feel that Steve wanted to remind him of something, but he couldn't say it clearly. Even if he asked, it would be a fight at most, and Steve might still feel that he was making trouble for no reason.

For the first time, Stark felt the magical effect of these things he learned, which could save him from wasting his efforts, and also make him appear smarter and more elusive in the eyes of the other party.

Steve didn't react when he saw Stark, he was just thinking on the spot, he was also a little surprised, what happened to Stark today? Are you sick? He was already prepared for Stark to be hysterical and insisted on forcing him to tell the truth.

Does Stark also know what's wrong?

But it's not impossible, Steve thought, Stark's family is extremely smart people, maybe the little Stark just didn't like him in the past, so he should still be reliable in business.

Peter couldn't understand the delicate atmosphere among the adults, so he could only ask, Captain, would you like a cup of coffee?

No, I'm just here to send a message. I haven't run in the morning yet.

Oh, that's right. Peter took out a lunch box from his schoolbag, and he said, This is the lunch box I took from Dr. Schiller a few days ago, Captain, if you pass by the clinic, please return it to him for me. , By the way, there are two pancakes inside, one for each of you, and all the sauces are placed in the grid next to it...

Steve opened the lid, took a look, and said, Bring it all to Schiller, I'm not used to this kind of food with too much sauce, in fact, I don't even know why you guys love Mexican food so much, then The taste is too strong.

Okay, then take it all to the doctor, and we'll see you later.

Soon after Steve left, the mechas flew in through the window, and one of the mechas was carrying a worn-out leather bag. Stark didn't care about the dust on it. He flipped through it and found There is only a notebook that looks a bit worn out.

Stark opened the notebook and looked at it. Half of the notebook should have been soaked in wine. After he opened it, he didn't find any useful information.

It is indeed Howard's handwriting, but most of them are some nonsense written by him after he was drunk, and there are some messy underlines, and the letters are all messed up, and nothing can be seen at all.

Stark put down the notebook, he felt a little disappointed, but he seemed to breathe a sigh of relief.

His father better not be a savior at this time, Howard is not someone he should think of when he is sad and frustrated,

Genius, Stark thought, there can only be one genius Stark in this world, and that's him, Tony Stark.