[{"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-62":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},2322630,4544,"Chapter 62: Early Winter Routine (Part 2)","my-life-as-a-mental-mentor-in-marvel-chapter-62",62,"\u003Cp>I think you might have some misunderstandings...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Natasha’s voice came over the phone: “No, you don’t need to explain. Also, S.H.I.E.L.D. does have family health insurance—I told you, our benefits are quite good...”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I didn’t... wait, you mean I get paid? Thirty percent of Nick’s reported amount??? That high??? Captain America only gets eighteen percent...”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Oh, yes, yes, thanks for the comfort, she’s fine...”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Natasha said over the phone: “I heard Stark wants to hire some neuroscientists to further upgrade his armor. I hope you’ll remind him—even if Colonel Rhodes has resigned, the military will never give up. Even without the Air Force, there’s the Army and Navy. This mess is far from over...”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Shi Le said: “I understand. I believe Stark can handle all this on his own now.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In fact, Shi Le was right—Stark really did have to handle all this alone, and worse, he now had to learn to take care of himself.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Previously, most of Stark’s weapons manufacturing and defense divisions were managed by Obadiah, but now Obadiah, severely injured and too old to recover well, remained unconscious. Pepper was going insane, wishing she could split herself into eight people.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Originally, Pepper was only Stark’s personal secretary, handling merely personnel and procurement matters even when managing the company. But now that Obadiah was out, Pepper took over the entire Stark Industries conglomerate. She had no time left to manage Stark’s personal life.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Everyone knew Stark had virtually zero self-care ability. Previously, he could stay at his good friend Rhodes’s place, but now Rhodes was on vacation. Even J.A.R.V.I.S., no matter how intelligent, was just an electronic lifeform and couldn’t attend to every detail of Stark’s needs.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Shi Le and Stark stared at each other through the clinic door. Stark knocked on it: “Let me in! It’s still daytime—don’t you open your doors?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You didn’t make an appointment, so of course I don’t open.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Damn it, why can everyone else come and go anytime, but not me?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You said they all leave anytime—so how long do you plan to stay here? Don’t tell me it’s a month.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Uh... not that long. It depends on how long Pepper’s busy. I’d guess, with her intelligence, she’ll take over Stark Industries in about three weeks.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Three weeks??? I suggest you turn left toward S.H.I.E.L.D.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Hey, you know I don’t want to go there—there are two of Howard’s old war buddies.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Daily tea parties, reminiscing about their WWII days—I can’t take it...”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As Stark pushed toward the door, Shi Le held it shut with his hand: “Listen, I’m touched you stayed up all night studying neurology for me, but that doesn’t mean you can bunk here for a month...”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“That spider kid gets to stay—why not me?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Shi Le took a deep breath and opened his mouth.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Outside, Stark glared at him. He wasn’t in his armor; the wind was strong, and he was frantically pressing his scarf down.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Okay, he did look a little pitiful.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Shi Le hesitated for an instant—Stark shoved the door open and squeezed in. Once inside, he patted his coat and looked around: “This place is the worst example I’ve ever seen of structure completely mismatched with function.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Shi Le immediately regretted it—but worse was yet to come.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As a friend, Stark was truly loyal. If he only showed up once a month, you’d think he was the best friend in the world—smart, rich, and loyal.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But when he’s in your face every single day for a month, you’ll only think he’s a piece of dog shit.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Stark is the classic example of someone best admired from afar. Soon, Shi Le understood why Rhodes had packed his bags and rushed off to Antarctica—it was brilliant. He’d foreseen this exact situation and fled New York without delay.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The next morning, before Shi Le even woke up, he heard noise downstairs. Stark grinned as he dodged the fridge, then turned—and his sweater sleeve brushed the table edge. He muttered a curse, pulled the sleeve free with two fingers, and sprinted upstairs to change.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>When he came back down, his mouth never stopped: “Damn it, I swear the air here smells like oil. Why can’t you clean this place properly? Good lord, the dust on these handrails hasn’t been touched in ten years, and those picture frames? They’re basically bacterial nurseries...”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Oh, the kettle—this kettle too. Do you know the steam it spits out probably carries all kinds of bacteria harmful to the respiratory tract...”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Damn it, don’t come near! You little rat—I’m allergic to fur! Get away! Has it even been vaccinated? Could it be carrying plague or something?” Stark shuddered involuntarily.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After breakfast, Stark leaned back on the sofa, talking on the phone: “Oh, yes, yes... sweetheart, I’m not really free right now. Magazine cover? You’ll have to ask that bald editor. You know, I’m busy with Hollywood too. Olivia? No, no, no—she’s not as beautiful as you. Of course, I doubt anyone on that runway is sexier than you...”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Shi Le, writing his paper by the window, finally snapped and threw a ballpoint pen at the back of Stark’s head. Stark yelped, then turned to stare at Shi Le in shock.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Later, Peter arrived, and the two began playing games together.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>When these two got together, they perfectly demonstrated what “sleep all day, stay up all night” really meant.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In the lab, Stark lived in complete reverse rhythm—he usually started experiments at six or seven p.m. and worked until eight or nine a.m., then slept until afternoon. According to him, nighttime was when his inspiration peaked.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Peter had often pulled all-nighters too, but since his house was under renovation, he’d been staying with Shi Le. Shi Le’s routine was healthy: early to bed, early to rise. To avoid bothering the doctor, Peter adjusted his schedule and now generally slept around midnight.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Pikachu, as a yellow-furred rodent, was naturally nocturnal—most active between three and four a.m.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>So now, with Stark here, the three-and-a-half people in this house all lived on completely different circadian rhythms.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The clash of schedules turned the house into chaos. When Shi Le prepared for bed, Stark just woke up. When Stark and Peter were immersed in gaming, Peter grew sleepy. When Stark and Pikachu battled until dawn, exhausted and ready to sleep, Shi Le was already awake.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And don’t forget the two superheroes who flew around New York at random hours.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Iron Man usually saved the world during the day—meaning he sacrificed his daytime sleep. So sometimes, at ten or eleven a.m., right when Pikachu was sound asleep, Stark would suddenly spring up to save the world. Pikachu nearly peed in Stark’s water cup.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Meanwhile, the friendly neighborhood Spider-Man preferred going out at night—sacrificing his own sleep. Often, he’d leave or return just as Shi Le was fast asleep, and was frequently hit in the back of the head by flying ballpoint pens and teacups.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Steve and Stark, occasionally dropping by, were utterly incompatible. Every time Steve jogged past, Stark was still awake. The sleep-deprived Iron Man couldn’t argue with Captain America, so he’d get so angry he’d skip sleep entirely, suit up, and challenge Steve to a duel.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>When they finished fighting and broke up, it was usually noon—yes, Peter, who’d stayed up all night, was now waking up again...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Natasha stood at the clinic door, puzzled: “Besides your pet, there should be three people living here—but why do I always only see one of you?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“The statistics team gave up on scheduling your activity times. Every time I come looking for someone, it’s like a lottery.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Shi Le was also angry: “This is my house—of course their schedules should follow mine. My routine is the healthiest: sleep at eight p.m., wake at five a.m. Is there anything more regular?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Stark was equally confident: “No great scientist ever sleeps through the night. Night is God’s gift to humanity for unleashing their genius. Come on—my inventions made at night change the world. Why should I adjust?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Peter complained too: “Who still goes to bed at nine p.m.? All my classmates stay up late. And there are too many new games out lately—why am I up late? Ask the game companies why they all dumped their best releases this month...”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Pikachu had even better logic: “I’m just a rat! You expect me to adjust my schedule like a human?!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The symbiote also felt wronged: “Their brains always smell so delicious at midnight... so tasty...”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Finally, one night, Shi Le woke up at dawn to find the symbiote frantically swallowing saliva in his mind. Before he could react, Stark burst in, ecstatic: “I know what’s going on!! Come look! Look here! What do you think of this structure? As a nanoneural neuron... I’m a genius! This will definitely work!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The next morning, Pepper stood at the clinic door, picking up a dazed Stark—who’d been thrown out, bag and all.\u003C\u002Fp>",1484,"2026-06-20T16:39:12.484Z",1,"Qwen3-Next 80B","de8a3ca4eca77b70d1ce032208ab90bfff324123f60965c3d80ac3e911930822","my-life-as-a-mental-mentor-in-marvel-chapter-63","my-life-as-a-mental-mentor-in-marvel-chapter-61",1000,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fmy-life-as-a-mental-mentor-in-marvel-cover.jpg"]