Chapter 63: The Art of Making Friends - Little Spiders Skill

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Chapter 63: The Art of Making Friends - Little Spiders Skill In a small coffee shop adjacent to Store Street in the downtown area, Gwen sat across from Peter, slowly stirring her coffee with a spoon. She asked, "Have you already received your internship driving license? Does that mean we can soon take my dad's car to the beach?" Peter replied, "My uncle doesn't have much time. He recently had a shadow in his lungs detected during a hospital visit. Fortunately, it's just a minor inflammation. You know, he used to smoke cigarettes when he was young..." Gwen nodded sympathetically, saying, "Of course, it seems like everyone from their generation was like that. Whenever my dad's coat smelled like cigarettes, my mom would argue with him." Peter shrugged and continued, "Even though I have the internship driving license, my uncle doesn't have time, and I can't drive alone. I haven't even driven a car yet." "I'm not really confident in my driving skills either. The internship driving license only requires a written test. Right now, I can barely start a car, let alone drive it," Peter added, shaking his head. "I don't even know when I'll be able to pass the road test. I haven't had many opportunities to ride in a car, let alone drive one." The Parker household only had an old pickup truck that Peter's uncle used for commuting to work. When Peter interned at Stark Company, he used his spider web to swing between high-rise buildings. In the U.S., at Peter's age, most people only obtained an internship driving license, which required passing a written test. To drive alone on the road, one needed to pass a road test. Peter had barely touched a car, and no matter how much of a genius he was, he couldn't magically acquire driving skills. Passing the road test seemed like a distant dream. Sensing Peter's disappointment, Gwen changed the subject, asking, "I heard Stark Industries offered you a substantial internship stipend. Are they considering hiring you for their group in the future?" Peter replied, "Yes, although I told my uncle and aunt that they would be responsible for my future college tuition, it seems they are frightened by the high cost of some good universities. They want to save all their money in case of any unexpected situations." "Well, sometimes I think they're being overly cautious, but when certain disasters really strike, I realize their worries aren't unfounded," Gwen remarked. Her kindness and understanding always made Peter feel like he didn't quite measure up to her.Cheêck out latest novels at novelhall.com "If your uncle can't accompany you for driving practice, does he have any friends, or do you have other available relatives?" Gwen inquired. Peter pondered for a moment before replying, "You've reminded me, I do have a few options..." The next day, in the living room of the Psychological Clinic, Peter explained, "So, the situation is that I need to get some hands-on experience with a car before I can pass the road test." Schiller paused for a moment, thinking it didn't sound like a big deal. With Peter's genius level, he could probably learn everything in no time if he took a quick drive together. He said, "No problem, I'd be happy to help. I'll drive first, and you can observe. Then, you can take the wheel yourself. It won't take the whole afternoon; you'll learn everything." After a few dozen minutes, Schiller was behind the wheel, flipping open a small handbook he'd found from somewhere. While adjusting the steering wheel, he read aloud, "Let me see, it's about turning and merging... Oh, here it is! Wait, this rule seems quite bizarre, doesn't it?" Pikachu and Peter sat in the passenger seats, exchanging surprised glances. Pikachu commented, "I guess he never read the 'New York Driver's Handbook' before taking his driving license test." "Well, that's pretty obvious," Peter replied. Steve paid no attention, and the car almost flew over the speed bump. Peter was thrown from his seat, hitting his head on the roof, and when he came down, his waist was bumped by the seat. He cried out in pain, "Oh!!! My back!!" By this time, Pikachu had been thrown onto the windshield. Still, Steve drove on obliviously. Seeing Peter's sorry state, he chuckled and said, "The suspension system of this car is already very advanced. Back in the day when I drove in combat, my legs and arms would be covered in bruises after just 20 kilometers..." "Learning to drive always involves this process, doesn't it? Speed bumps on the road are much better than spiked traps and anti-ram roadblocks on the battlefield, right?" Twenty minutes later, Coulson arrived in S.H.I.E.L.D.'s specialized car to pick up Steve and Peter. Steve complained, "I take back what I said about this car earlier. Its quality is too poor; why did it stall?" Coulson said, "Captain, even if you're Captain America, you can't drive without a license on the main road in New York and overspeed..." "Damn driving without a license, how could I not have a driving license?!" "Driving licenses before 1940 don't count." Steve pursed his lips and said, "Fine, but at least I wasn't speeding." "Traffic regulations before 1940 don't count either." Pikachu sat in Peter's lap, looking utterly defeated, and said, "You sure know how to make friends." Peter, equally disheartened, replied, "I thought there would be at least one reliable one." "That was just wishful thinking." Coulson turned his head and asked, "So, were you planning to get a driving license? Why didn't you give us a call? S.H.I.E.L.D. can issue you an official driving license directly, bypassing the Department of Motor Vehicles. We still have that authority." Peter said, "If you had told me that before today, I would have been thrilled to have you immediately print me an official driving license." "But now I've learned my lesson. I'll practice on my own, memorize the driver's manual and vehicle instructions book before hitting the road, and update my driving license information regularly every year." Coulson seemed quite surprised and looked at Peter with appreciation. "Young people like you, who uphold principles and don't seek privileges, are rare." Peter, exhausted, said, "That's probably because I'm just too good at making friends."

Chapter 63: The Art of Making Friends - Little Spiders Skill

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