[{"data":1,"prerenderedAt":-1},["ShallowReactive",2],{"origin-my-life-as-a-mental-mentor-in-marvel":3,"chapter-my-life-as-a-mental-mentor-in-marvel-my-life-as-a-mental-mentor-in-marvel-chapter-102":6},{"origin":4,"title":5},"chinese","My Life as a Mental Mentor in Marvel",{"chapter":7,"nextChapterSlug":19,"prevChapterSlug":20,"totalChapters":21,"novelImage":22},{"id":8,"novel_id":9,"title":10,"slug":11,"index":12,"content":13,"wordcount":14,"created_at":15,"updated_at":15,"volume":16,"translator":17,"content_hash":18},2322670,4544,"Chapter 102: The Master of Sowing Discord","my-life-as-a-mental-mentor-in-marvel-chapter-102",102,"\u003Cp>In Stark’s lab, a suit of armor pulled a steaming pizza out of the oven and placed it before Peter, while Stark snapped his fingers and said, “My latest invention—I finally programmed the armor to heat my pizza for me. It shares the same intelligent algorithm line as the oven, which sends real-time temperature data to it…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Peter opened his mouth, took a deep breath, and said, “Why use a multi-million-dollar suit instead of buying a five-dollar oven mitt?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Stark waved his hand. “You don’t get it—the oven’s data is too complex. How am I supposed to know exactly how hot and how long to bake it without burning it? It’s a complete mystery. I hate this kind of occult nonsense. A suit and smart software are far easier.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Peter glanced at the pizza—it looked fine, still edible. He reached for it, burned his fingers, yelped, “Ow!” and said, “But I still need gloves—this is way too hot!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Then wait for it to cool down. We can chat first.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Peter said, “Fine, Zhenghao  my homework isn’t done yet.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He pulled a stack of books from his backpack. Stark glanced at them and said, “What’s the point of writing this? It’s an insult to your intelligence.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“No way—I’m a good student. I’ve never turned in homework late in my life.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Alright, write if you want.” Stark leaned across the table, watching Peter work. He seemed about to say something, but held back.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Peter wrote for a while, then looked up to find Stark staring at him. They locked eyes. Peter asked, “What’s wrong, Mr. Stark? Is something wrong with my work?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Uh… nothing’s wrong. I just think your handwriting could be neater. Have you ever tried practicing calligraphy? You know—those looping cursive scripts…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“No way. We’re not allowed to write cursive on exams—at least not in this state. Mr. Stark, can you write cursive?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Of course I can.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Not while wearing armor.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Stark pursed his lips. “Actually, I have a question for you…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“What question? I’m happy to answer.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I… never mind. The pizza’s getting cold. Eat first.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Peter picked up the pizza, bit into it. It had been made by that Italian chef yesterday, frozen, and reheated—still delicious.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Peter was hungry. He devoured the whole slice. Stark sat across from him, propping his chin on his hand. Peter chewed and asked, “Aren’t you eating? It’s pretty good.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“No, I’m not hungry.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But Peter ate with such appetite—big bites, chewing loudly, cheeks bulging like a hamster—that Stark grew hungry too. He made himself another slice.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As he ate, he asked, “Suppose—just suppose—you wanted to help someone. How would you do it?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Help someone? Just help. What’s hard about it? If there’s a problem, solve it, then help.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“But… it’s just… there’s some hesitation…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“What hesitation?” Peter looked up, surprised. Stark’s expression was twisted. Peter said, “If you want to help, help. If you’re hesitant, you probably don’t want to.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Stark stopped chewing. Peter had cut straight to the point. He said, “It’s not that I don’t want to help—I do. He… anyway, it’s a good thing. He wants to do something good, but if he does it himself, it’ll take forever…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“If it’s good, help him. What’s the problem? Is helping others not allowed?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“But it makes me feel… kind of… embarrassed, you know…” Stark waved his hand. “I’m Stark! I can’t just walk up and say, ‘Hey, the great Stark’s here to help you—wanna accept?’”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You’d get beaten to death.” Peter took another bite, muffled, “So if you said that, would he say yes?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Precisely because he wouldn’t, I’m stuck.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“So he doesn’t want your help, but you’re insisting anyway?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I’m not insisting!” Stark raised his voice. “There’s no person or thing in this world that Stark must help!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Then don’t help. If they don’t need you, and you don’t have to help, just do your own thing.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Stark covered his forehead. “No! I mean—I want to help him. I just… but I don’t have to… forget it. I knew this was useless. Shieler told me to ask you, this dumb kid? That damn vampire doctor charges me over a million for two sentences. I should’ve seen through him long ago…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Shieler told you to ask me? Why? What’s so hard about this? If you want to help, help. If you don’t, don’t. If they want your help, help. If they don’t, don’t.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Forget it. You’re just a kid—you don’t understand adult rules.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Oh, I get it. You want him to beg you for help, right?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Nonsense! I never thought that!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Peter chewed as he spoke. “You want to help him, but you won’t lower yourself. You’d rather he comes to you—so you can do good without losing face?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Stark buried his face in his pizza. Didn’t answer.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Peter said, “I help people because I want to help. Not for face. Honestly, I hate reporters chasing me. They think they’re covering a good deed—but I just worry their cameras will get caught in the crossfire. It’s not impossible.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Frankly, helping others isn’t shameful. Just walk up and say, ‘I want to help you.’ No shame in that. Even if you fail, at least you meant well.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Peter paused, then continued, “Sometimes people don’t really need your help. They just need to know you’re standing with them—that they’re not alone in the fight.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Not alone…” Stark murmured.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Peter said, “Yes. It matters. Sometimes, just like you did for me.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“When I need to find someone, I always can. That gives me confidence in everything I do. It feels amazing.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Like when the teacher asked for my parents’ number. I couldn’t give her my uncle and aunt’s. But I just thought—and came up with several names. And I knew they’d all come.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Then why pick me? Why not them?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I don’t know. The first number that popped into my head was Stark Tower’s. Maybe because it’s easy to remember.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Because I treat you best, kid! Those others wouldn’t let you eat this much pizza. They’d just lecture you about the calories in the cheese—you’d have to run kilometers to burn off one slice!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Peter stopped chewing abruptly. “Oh no. I just started a fitness plan yesterday. Now I’ve eaten this much—I’m gonna get as fat as Pikachu!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He groaned, “My growth spurt’s over. I have to watch my diet—or even my strongest webbing won’t pull my body anymore!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Stark swallowed his last bite. “Then let’s go. Know what burns the most calories? Saving the world. Especially saving it with Stark.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In the psychological clinic, Shieler was on the phone with Nick. “…I know nothing about this. How would I know how far Conners’ serum research has progressed?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Last time I tried entering Conners’ and Peter’s lab, I broke over 200 rules in three minutes. They threw me out. I didn’t even see a test tube…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“…True, I studied medicine. Psychology requires neurology—but that was college. Who remembers? We just learned textbook theory. Never stepped into a lab…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You can’t expect a psychologist to crack open your skull or brew hallucinogens…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“…I don’t know, but lately Conners’ tone… you know, he and Stark don’t get along. With Stark’s mouth, who could stand him?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Two days ago, Conners said that in biotech, Osborn Group is stronger. Of course, he said that behind Stark’s back—he doesn’t know, and that’s normal.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I think so too. If I were Conners, I’d pick Osborn. Osborn and Stark are rivals. If Conners gives Osborn the cure serum, Stark will be furious.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“…Military collaboration with Osborn? I don’t know about that. You guys in intelligence probably know more than I do.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“But even if Conners works with Osborn, their results won’t necessarily reach the military. I think you’re overreacting. A simple cure serum won’t turn the tide for the military.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Precaution?” Shieler switched the phone to his other ear, voice light. “I think you’re worrying over nothing. But it doesn’t concern me. Even if the military grows stronger, it won’t hurt me…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Cut my salary? That’s going too far! I get only base pay…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“The bonuses? Fine, fine, you stingy bastard. If Osborn gets that serum, they’ll be evenly matched with the military. No longer afraid of infiltration or control, they’ll use the cure as leverage to deepen cooperation with the military…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I don’t understand biotech much, but it’s probably useful. If the military grows stronger and turns on you at the final negotiation table, S.H.I.E.L.D. will suffer for days…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“…You want me to persuade Conners? How? Why don’t you persuade Stark? If Stark invites Conners first, maybe he’ll accept. Compared to Osborn, Stark leans more toward S.H.I.E.L.D. If S.H.I.E.L.D. has both Stark and the cure serum, the military will be crushed.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“But it’s complicated. You know, those Taltu fanatics will do anything. They built that giant monster. What if they kidnap Dr. Conners? A genius who developed a cure serum—how much leverage would that give them at the negotiating table?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Suddenly, a burst of noise came from Nick’s end. Shieler heard Nick roar, “How the hell did you guard him?! How did Dr. Conners disappear again?!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Damn it! Don’t think I don’t know it was those Taltu bastards! Tell them—S.H.I.E.L.D. knows all about their damn plans! We have proof! If they dare do anything, I’ll report them to the Security Council right now!!!”\u003C\u002Fp>",1554,"2026-06-20T16:39:12.484Z",1,"Qwen3-Next 80B","5af6602d317ef7ced6508baf2e2933d775ce35cf84acd0d98eb6043ed56554e0","my-life-as-a-mental-mentor-in-marvel-chapter-103","my-life-as-a-mental-mentor-in-marvel-chapter-101",1000,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fmy-life-as-a-mental-mentor-in-marvel-cover.jpg"]