Everyday life at Midtown High School

After final exams, Pooh took a longer vacation.

Although he is usually not very busy, he still likes this kind of day when he can have fun in a fair manner.

In particular, Tony got out of his studio, and led Pooh to the underground garage that took up a whole floor, and casually pointed to the luxury cars in that garage, which was big enough to hold a small car show. He said casually with a smile on his face: "Come and pick one as a reward. You did well in the exam this time!"

This is the first time I have received a gift because of my exam results, and it was such an expensive gift.

Pooh blinked his big eyes, feeling flattered for a moment: "But I... I don't have a driver's license yet, Dad."

"It's not a big deal."

Tony said casually, "Wait, you're almost 17, aren't you? Tell your Uncle Happy to make one for you,"

"My birthday is in June, ten days away..." Pooh replied subconsciously.

"It's not a problem, it's coming soon anyway." Tony said casually.

"But, but I can't drive yet."

Pooh stammered.

"What, you can't drive? What century are you living in?"

Tony looked incredible: "Are there still boys who can't drive these days?"

Seeing him with this kind of gaze, Pooh felt a little ashamed inexplicably: "I, I, because I was always with Harry, I used to be his driver, and then he was driving, I, I didn't pay attention..."

"Does this kid want to raise you? I knew he was uneasy and kind." Tony muttered in a low voice.

Then, he walked up to Pooh with light steps, put his arm on his shoulders, and comforted him in a relaxed tone: "Don't worry, don't worry, Myson! Listen, it's not difficult to drive. For the Tuckers, it's more like an instinct! Believe Dad, when you sit in the driver's seat, hold the steering wheel, and then, you look ahead... Concentrate, everything will be done naturally, this is talent!"

"Talent?" Pooh looked at him dubiously: "What if I don't have this talent?"

"Impossible! The men in Stark's family are all mechanical friends." Tony patted a car and said, "As long as this kind of steel thing, there is no one who does not accept Stark."

"Oh."

Pooh looked at Tony with a complicated expression: "That may be, you need to be mentally prepared."

"what?"

"I found out that I'm not your own..."

Tony was speechless for two seconds, and slapped him on the head: "Don't talk nonsense, kid!"

"But if I really can't learn, what should I do?"

Pooh asked without confidence: "Then am I not worthy of your son?"

"Actually nothing."

Tony comforted and said, "You can still be my daughter."

Pooh: ...not comforted by you at all.

Next, Tony stopped talking nonsense and ordered: "Now, find a car that looks pleasing to the eye and jump on it. For such a simple thing as driving, I can guide you a little bit, like one plus one equals two."

Pooh gave him a suspicious look, but he was still very interested in learning how to drive.

So, without hesitation, he immediately found a car obediently and jumped into it.

Tony stood at the car window and spoke with his mouth for about 2 minutes: "Okay, you can drive."

"Driving now?" Pooh looked at him incredulously, "It's been less than 10 minutes since I touched the car."

"One minute is enough."

"It's not enough!"

"Dad believes in you."

"But I don't trust myself."

They argued for a while, and in the end, Pooh couldn't help but feel adventurous, and with Tony's instigation, he really planned to try driving.

However, before driving, he was once again surprised by his father's irresponsibility: "It's my first time driving, and you didn't sit in the co-pilot seat, so take care of me?"

"Aren't you weaned? Besides, I don't want to take a man's co-pilot."

Tony said with a look of disgust: "Don't worry, as long as you follow what I say, it will be absolutely fine."

Such an unreliable coach!

Pooh's expression was inevitably blank for a moment.

"Uh... Dad, can you take me to a place where there are few people?"

After finding out that Tony really didn't intend to take care of himself anymore, Pooh couldn't help making a request: "Although the car's safety protection measures are very good, I'm afraid I'll hit someone else."

Tony continued to look at him with disgust, but still led him to a spacious racing venue with a professional track.

You know, before he had no steel armor, he often drove a racing car here to enjoy himself.

Then, Pooh started the car slowly according to the way he said.

Maybe Tony's theory of Stark's innate talent is true.

When Pooh started to drive, he didn't have the cautious feeling of a novice at all, but drove very naturally, with flexible and free movements.

"Very good, very good, you can drive faster, don't be afraid."

Tony stood not far away, smiling and applauding.

When Pooh ran two laps smoothly, his cell phone rang.

Tony continued to watch his son drive while answering the phone.

"Tony, where did you go again? I can't find you anywhere." Pep's voice sounded from the phone: "Did you forget again, tomorrow is the day of Stark's new product launch, you must attend .And, you have to go up and say something, of course, the premise is that no nonsense is allowed this time.”

"Tomorrow? Why don't I remember?"

"...When did you remember, Boss? Also, if you are free, you'd better come back as soon as possible. I have several contracts, and I must ask for your signature."

"Okay." Tony looked up at his son again, and Pooh was running steadily on the track round and round.

So, he immediately replied: "No problem, I can come back now."

"Very good." Pep hung up the phone neatly.

Tony then put on the gold-red steel armor, flew to Pooh's car window, and only left a sideways sentence "Boy, you can play by yourself, Dad is going back first", and flew away like the wind.

Pooh: ... What a real father!

At first, he didn't feel much about Tony's departure.

But when he drove the car and ran around again, he suddenly remembered something important: "Wait, Tony, you only taught me how to start the car, but you haven't taught me how to stop it Ah! Uh... Where is the brake? It seems to be this? Do you want to step on it?"

the other end,

Tony, the young master of cheating son, was unconsciously holding a pen, and signed the contracts brought by Pep one by one.

When Steve asked strangely where Pooh was going, he replied casually: "I just taught that kid how to drive today. He is like a seven or eight-year-old kid who just got a new toy. He can't stop playing. Yes, it's childish!"

Steve couldn't help laughing.

He recalled gently: "Boys are always unable to resist this kind of thing. I remember that when I first learned to ride a motorcycle, I was very excited to play for a long time."

On the track, Pooh, who can't stop playing, sat in the driver's seat and ran laps and laps.

He patted the steering wheel, and asked helplessly, "Brother Jarvis, are you there? I want StopStopStop! Are you not there? Forget it, let me step on it..."