Chapter 115: I repeat, I am not a pervert, I am still young!

"Ladies and gentlemen! Welcome to the Stark Exhibition! The opening ceremony of the New York Flushing venue!"

The music on the TV was deafening, and song after song tugged at everyone's heartstrings.

"Johnson! Come quickly, Tony Stark is on stage. I have to say, the color scheme of this armor is really good!" Frank sat on the sofa with a glass of Coca-Cola, crossing his legs while watching TV, and calling out to Johnson in the room.

"No, Frank, I'm preparing for the magic show I'm performing tomorrow. Turn the TV volume down!" Johnson's voice came from the room. "Besides, I have no interest in that Tony Stark. Magic and mystery are a man's romance! Not a pile of iron shells."

"Alright, alright." Frank spread his hands. "I thought you would be interested in the model dance troupe he specially arranged."

*Click. * The doorknob turned. Johnson walked out quickly.

"Oh? I thought you were practicing magic." Frank raised an eyebrow.

"Hmm... I just suddenly thought that maybe I should take a look at the venue on TV." Johnson walked quickly to the sofa and sat down.

"Is that so? Jarvis sent the blueprints for tomorrow's venue, as well as the location of our booth and the panoramic view. It's right on my computer. Maybe you can take it and look at it?"

"Alright, I admit, I am indeed quite interested in the dance troupe."

When Johnson spoke, the hot dance on the stage was reaching its climax, and dancers wearing bikinis in the color scheme of Iron Man's armor were wantonly showing off their figures.

"Wow~ Look, that girl's legs are really round—oh no, the bunnies are really long... Whatever, I give this figure full marks." Johnson praised loudly, completely ignoring Tony Stark and his armor falling from high altitude.

Frank rested his head on his hand and looked at Johnson. He didn't pay much attention to the dance troupe; instead, the rapid equipment and unloading technology displayed by Tony's armor attracted him a bit more.

If the convenience and the high logistics requirements could be solved, maybe he could customize a set of armor from Tony? The main color of the appearance must be bright silver, and the name would be Project Source!

"Hey, don't look at me with that look, okay?" Johnson was spoken to by Frank.

"What look am I using?" Frank was puzzled. He was clearly daydreaming, spacing out.

"A strange look like you're looking at a pervert!"

"Aren't you?!"

"I must notify you again: in occultism, at my age, I belong to the very, extremely young kind!"

"In other words, you're just not old?"

"Of course!"

Johnson and Frank looked at each other for three seconds, then both laughed together and clinked glasses.

Recently, there had been no supervillains, Woody hadn't shown his face, and the emotion network incident a few months ago had nothing to do with the two of them, so they had finally had a relaxing period.

"Hey, speaking of which, didn't Professor Dumbledore say he wanted to come and visit us? Why not take him to the Exhibition for a stroll?" Frank took the initiative to say.

As the Cabin gradually recovered, two new keys were sent to Blade and Dumbledore.

"Do I need you to tell me?" When Johnson spoke, his eyes didn't leave the TV screen. "The plan is to come over and play the day after tomorrow, stroll around. Tomorrow I still have to play a magician, it's not easy to bring him, and you don't plan to go, and Blade doesn't plan to come over, so who else is there."

"I don't like to join in the fun." Frank sighed inwardly. If his family were still alive, he might have taken them with him. Now, forget it. "How is your magic practice going?"

"Mentioning this makes me angry!" Johnson felt he had a belly full of fire. "I really don't understand how those people did it. I have the blessing of so many abilities, yet I still can't master those techniques. Every time I replay the video myself, I can see it."

"People practiced for a lifetime, and you want to surpass them in just a few days. That's excessive." Frank was a bit speechless. "Besides, if you look at it yourself, you can definitely find loopholes. Extraordinary vision isn't fake."

"Do you think a high-speed high-definition camera would be much worse than our observation ability?" Johnson asked rhetorically. "Jarvis said there are a total of 128 cameras in our E3 venue."

"Why are you arguing with a high-speed camera? If you want to put it on the internet later, just edit it."

"I'm performing, accelerating potion digestion, not relying on this for a living. Editing might affect the performance effect."

"You also know you're just performing? I thought you wanted to compete with David Copperfield for food, you're obsessed."

Johnson pondered for two seconds. Frank's words also made sense. "So, maybe I should use magic instead of magic tricks to perform magic?"

"I think so. How is your Charms study at Hogwarts? Summon a fire snake to shock them then?" Frank continued.

"Don't even mention it. For so long, except for a Patronus Charm, I can't learn anything else. Spiritual simulation of magic power has never succeeded. According to Hogwarts, I'm a Muggle." Johnson's tone was slightly regretful.

"A Muggle is a Muggle. Our world doesn't have wizards anyway."

"It used to be like that."

Hearing this, Frank became interested. "What's the situation?"

"After Dumbledore came over last time and went back, he found that there was a long list of names on the admission list. They were all children from some cities near New York, and Peter was on the list."

"Wow, a Spider-Man who can use magic. Sounds interesting." Frank laughed. "Coincidentally, Peter will also come to this Exhibition. You can bump into each other."

"Really? I didn't receive any message from him." Johnson asked rhetorically.

"You spend more than half a month over there every month, how can he contact you?" Frank said with contempt. "Peter has done a lot of great things recently."

"Alright, oh, look, that model on the booth, *beep*, fair-skinned and beautiful. Although you can tell at a glance that she used some technology, she is really good-looking. Tony Stark's aesthetics are still okay." Johnson sighed. His eyes were almost drilling into the TV screen.

"It's not that bad... Could it be that there are no beauties at Hogwarts?"

"There are, but unfortunately they are all little beauties. That's just a school." Johnson said, his face showing an expression of not wanting to recall. "Besides, I just saw a black Snow White still photo a few days ago. No, I must wash my eyes."

"It's just political correctness. Don't take it too seriously. If it weren't for the fact that there are no red and blue skins in the world, they might have put together a rainbow dwarf in Snow White." Frank thought about that still photo and shivered twice. It ruined his childhood and was unbearable to look at.

Johnson followed along and constructed that scene in his mind, and his whole person felt bad.

"Hey, stop talking. This is why I still like Tony, at least he's a bit more real." ===== CHAPTER 116 =====