Nuan Nuan Saves the World [Comprehensive British and American]

From the time when the nurse carried the kitten rescued by Peter into the consultation room, to when the kitten was pushed out of the operating room, Jason felt that he had been waiting for half a century, and at this point there were almost no people in the pet hospital. Without batting an eye, Chris took out the card and debited the treatment and medicine expenses that would have Peter’s salary for several months. The nurse said that the kitten had to be hospitalized for observation for a few days after the operation, so Chris paid it again. A hospital bill.

"Peter, Peter." Peter, who was drowsy sleeping wrapped in Chris's coat, was suddenly woken up, rubbing one of his blue eyes in a daze, screamed in pain, and woke up all at once.

"Okay, okay?" He yawned and looked around, but he didn't see Jason, "Hey, where's Jason?"

"He went to see the cat." Chris pointed to the room on the side of the waiting area, "After the operation, you have to stay in the hospital for observation for a few days. Go and have a look and then go home quickly. It's already late."

Peter subconsciously raised his hand to look at his watch, "Eh!? It's already eight o'clock!"

Peter. Good boy. Never coming home late. Parker hurriedly stood up, hesitated for a while, and went to the next ward to look at the cat he had rescued.

Jason stood in front of the glass and looked solemnly at the kitten who had just finished the operation. The smell of milk had not faded from the little kitten's meow. The limp little paws crawled towards Jason. Jason lowered his head and looked at the little milk cat struggling on the cushion, and met its watery blue eyes.

Only one was blue, and the other one had to undergo emergency surgery because of the severe infection. Now it was covered by a piece of gauze, and it looked even more pitiful.

Although its fur is pure white and its eyes are beautiful blue, the kitten does not look cute at all. It is so thin that it looks like a layer of skin is hung on a bone frame. In addition to the wounds, it was also covered in moss and fleas. The doctor ruthlessly shaved off most of the hair on its body, making it look even more like an ugly little monster.

This world never pity any life because of its weakness, and Jason has fully understood this truth since he was very young.

The kitten was strenuously scratching and pulling on the mat, rather than crawling forward, it was sliding forward. It had to take a rest after rubbing for a while, looking around and calling softly twice, as if extremely It looked exhausted, and after a while, it only seemed to climb a few centimeters forward.

Well, Jason thought sternly with his hands in his trouser pockets and a stern face.

If you can crawl over, I'll take you back.

As he thought about it, he looked calmly on the outside and anxiously watched the little kitten struggling forward a few centimeters, lying on the cushion and humming softly as if he had no strength at all, and then Peter hurriedly opened the door and came in Trot lay on the glass and stared eagerly at the little milk cat inside. The good boy kept barking. He glanced at the little milk cat from top to bottom with his fatherly eyes, and vowed several times, "Wait until you get out of the hospital." I'll take you home" and kissed the little milk cat twice before turning around and rushing out quickly.

It was already eight o'clock and he was about to go halfway up, and if he didn't go back, he would really be out of the night.

The good boy Peter trotted outside to catch the bus, while the bad boy Jason impatiently pressed down the number of calls from Wayne Manor, watched with breathlessness as he lay on the mat and completely gave up his efforts, and fell asleep wheezing A kitten whose snot bubbles are about to come out.

Of course, it couldn't be Bruce calling him. It was estimated that Bruce was the first to call him. More than [-]% of the subsequent six, seven, eighty, ninety calls came from Dick who skipped class and went back to Wayne Manor.

"Not going back?" Chris asked.

Jason snorted, raised his hand and knocked on the glass in front of him.

So the kitten also snorted, flipped over to the side, and raised its little paw in a very humane manner, making a gesture of covering its ears.

It's a pity that the Elizabeth circle around the neck failed to do so.

The phone in Jason's pocket rang again.

"Since you don't go back—" Chris hooked Jason's neck from behind while the phone was buzzing, smiled and blinked his left eye at him, "Do you want to go drink?"

Jason quickly cycled through Bruce's reprimand Ten Company in his mind, pressed the phone in his pocket and turned it off neatly, raised his hand to hook Chris's shoulder and raised his eyebrows with a smile: "I hope your motorcycle hasn't rusted and rotted."

"Just stop at the door." Chris tugged at Jason's hair, and saw a little brown-red hair root under the black hair.

Of course it wasn't Anjieka's rabbit motorcycle that was a shame to play with.

It's another Luminous Spirit part [Night Bike].

Chris put on his motorcycle helmet, the pure black heavy motorcycle reflected bright paint under the street lights, the engine was humming low and ready to go, Jason pushed his own motorcycle with red graffiti and parked next to Chris , raised his chin provocatively at the light spot floating up and down next to Chris, and stomped heavily on his feet, and it whizzed away like an arrow leaving the string with a roaring sound.

Chris shook his head and laughed twice, leaned down and held the handlebar, and chased Jason in front of him in an instant while accelerating almost weightlessly.

Eight o'clock at night is not far from the time when New York falls asleep. The street is still full of traffic and traffic is illuminated by neon lights like daytime. The locomotive is like a whirlwind thundering across the street, rushing from the street into the alley and then jumping down the stairs. Roaring like a hurricane, it blew across the small half of Queens.

Finally stopped in front of Chris's shop.

The first floor is the storefront, and the second floor is Chris' residence.

"You can't even go to the bar." Jason threw his motorcycle helmet on the sofa without the slightest sense of being a guest, sat on the sofa with bare feet and turned on the TV, complaining, "I didn't even eat dinner! Give up Ah Fu's cookies!"

"Forget about Gotham, I don't want Mr. Wayne to come to the New York Police Station to pick you up in the middle of the night." Chris opened the small refrigerator under the TV cabinet and threw two cans of beer to Jason, "Don't forget that you are young Jason."

"He himself takes minors on night patrol every day!" Jason pulled the pull ring and took a sip with his head up. He took out the potato chips from the drawer of the coffee table familiarly and opened them, not forgetting to connect the potato chips just now. Cookie topic, "Bruce's sure to eat my share! That tricky old bat!"

There is nothing to say about bringing minors into violent crimes and drinking with minors. Chris added ice cubes to the glass and poured whiskey, and leaned on the sofa and held it under the coffee table. The takeout order said: "How about ordering takeaway? I don't want to cook at all today."

"It's as if the food you made can be eaten." Jason made a nauseous gesture and reached out to grab the takeaway order from Chris. "What do you want to eat? Pizza?"

"Hmm...you go get it?" Chris stole a potato chip from the potato chip bag in Jason's hand, and was kicked off the sofa by Jason.

"You go and get it." Jason started calling and ordered pizza on his own, and Chris stood up with a wine glass and opened the refrigerator, "Sure enough, I remembered that there were still some left."

He took out half of an apple pie from the refrigerator and stuffed it into the microwave. With the potato chips, he touched Jason's beer can with a wine glass, "Cheers?"

"cheers!"

Twenty minutes later, Jason snatched the last piece of apple pie from Chris and stuffed it into his mouth, his cheeks puffed up like a winter hamster, and he looked up and gulped down the wine again, "It tastes good, where did you buy it?" of? I’ll take some back to Ah Fu.”

Although he wasn't afraid of arguing with Bruce or not answering Dicky Bird's phone call, he still had to bring something to please Wayne Manor's real boss, Afu, otherwise he would be canceled for the next week. pie share.

"Peter's aunt made it." Sitting on the carpet opposite Jason, Chris took a sip of whiskey, took a slice of pizza and started to bite from the sharp corner, "You can ask him when he comes to work tomorrow."

As soon as Peter was mentioned, Jason immediately thought of Anjieka, and he couldn't help showing a subtle smile, crushing the beer can in his hand and throwing it into the trash can, "Peter..."

He raised the end sound meaningfully, shook his head at Chris and said, "If you open your mouth, maybe you can eat apple pie to death."

"It's rude to make unreasonable demands just because he's my clerk," Chris said.

"No." Jason laughed presumptuously for a while, and then he dragged his voice to the bewildered Chris, "Because he has a deep-rooted affection for you, cough."

It took Chris half a second to react to what Jason said, and the corners of his lips curled up in a mockery, "Did you get drunk after just one can?"

Jason put the beer can down with gloat written all over his face: "Who let Anjieka be a life-saving grace to him, tsk tsk tsk, I can't think of it, Chris..."

It took Chris two seconds to match Peter with a disgraced boy who was brought out by him from the New York battlefield, and calmly said to Jason who was secretly pouring beer into his glass: "So what?"

He wasn't worried at all that Jason would leak this matter. If Jason really wanted to tell Peter, he shouldn't be sitting here trying to laugh at him now. Chris knows Jason's mobility very well-this is Before the injury is healed, he can rush out aggressively and toss the gunpowder keg that makes Gotham restless. This kind of soft knife killing method has always been Chris's patent.

Although Jason was indeed not prepared to tell Peter—told him where to watch a good show—but Chris’s determined attitude made him unable to help becoming annoyed, he raised his hand to copy the phone and flaunted: “Believe it or not! Just tell him!"

Chris didn't even raise his eyebrows, picked another piece of pizza and said slowly, "Okay, dial the number."

Jason's smile froze on his face.

He suddenly realized that he didn't know Peter's number, and he looked very stupid standing on the sofa holding the phone.

Chris bit the pizza and laughed: "Drink your low-alcohol beer obediently, little Jason. If you're drunk, do you need a glass of juice for you?"

"Fuck you!" Jason jumped down, raised his legs and bent his knees, and ran towards Chris. He pushed his waist and abdomen hard and rolled over to knock Chris over. Reese got up suddenly and fell back to the floor with the strength, and kissed the floor with a dull "boom" on the back of his head.

But he didn't suffer much, so he kicked his knee so hard that Chris gasped and covered his stomach, "Are you going to destroy me?!"

Jason smiled smugly, picked up the glass at hand and drank it down. Just as he smacked his mouth, he realized that the taste of the wine was a bit off, when he felt his head spinning and his feet went limp, and he sat back on the ground with a buzzing sound.

"Always pay attention to your enemies." Chris raised his glass that had been drunk down to ice cubes and squatted in front of Jason, shaking, "Distraction is a big taboo."

"Fuck..." Jason muttered angrily, snatched the wine glass from Jason's hand, and crunched the ice cubes inside as if venting his anger.

Underage drinking is always so worrying, so Chris can drink whiskey on the rocks Jason can only drink low-alcohol beer, and after a few sips of spirits, he can get drunk and dizzy. The next day he has a splitting headache and a bad temper Violently beat the villain who was looking for trouble that day half to death.

"Sleep well." Chris brushed the broken hair hanging on Jason's forehead. The boy who stubbornly dyed his hair black regularly after being rescued by him has now begun to let his original brown-red hair roots grow. Even when he was so drunk that his cheeks were flushed, even if he stared fiercely, he lost the anger he had when he was sober, and added a little of the youthful spirit that should be at this age.

So Chris took out his phone, took two photos, flipped through his address book, and sent the photos to Dick Grayson, Jason's elder brother whom he met last time he treated Bruce, ignoring the long string of messages that received the photos in seconds. "Hangover, come pick me up tomorrow morning", and just left Jason in the living room to wash and sleep by himself.

When a rebellious boy is taken in and does not return home, he must report to the family that he is safe so that the family will not worry.

Jason shivered in the cold of an early spring night in New York, but he was too drunk to get up, so he cursed in a low voice and pulled the blanket off the sofa, and wrapped himself up in a huge lump.