[Comprehensive British and American] Mr. Wayne's daily life of social animals

Avro is a friend of Timothy Drake, at least that's what Miss Knight silently expects in her heart.

Timothy was a shining light in school.

The status of the eldest son of the Drake family would have been eye-catching, but what really made Tim the new default school grass of Gotham Academy was his more shining self. This handsome boy has excellent grades. He is also very outstanding, and what is even more rare is his mature and steady attitude.

Avro likes Drake, maybe Fred knows about it, Corolla knows it, everyone knows it, except Timothy himself.

There are many girls who like him. Ai Fuluo chooses to brew the love in her heart and become old, but the girl's mind is irresistible. She pays more attention to that boy than herself.

Timothy is looking a little odd these days, he seems to be looking tired, and Efro often sees the heavy bags under his bright blue eyes.

"Why make yourself so tired?" Fred asked, leaning on the locker.

"Maybe it's because I've been staying up all night lately." I put the books away and took out the books I needed for the next class.

"Hey, Timothy," a boy with glasses approached, this is a male student with high grades in our class, Hudson, "guess what new email I got?"

Maybe I went to quite a few science fairs with him, and Hudson was very enthusiastic about me.

"It's a new book from Mr. Roman! This is a new book from Mr. Roman, who won the Nobel Prize last year! I think you might like to come to my house with me to read a book."

"Oh, no, tonight..." I have to continue to Wayne Manor tonight, and I have to find an excuse to refuse.

"Yo, isn't this Drake!"

Hank in ninth grade came over with his little brother.

I was helpless, since the last time I played basketball with them, he kept staring at me and wanted me to join the basketball team.

"Yo, isn't this the four-eyed monster Hudson?"

Hank's mouth stinks all right.

"What's the matter with you, Hank." I had to intervene to avoid conflict between the two.

"I think you should know how to choose friends," Hank said triumphantly to me, "My parents are not at home tonight, and I'm going to have a super awesome party, I know you don't like those things, this time I promise not, if you want to come, I can't let you come..."

"Sorry Hank, I have a lot to do after school."

Hudson patted me on the shoulder, smiled and said to Hank, "So Tim means he's not going."

Hank was a little anxious. He pushed Hudson past me and came to me, gesticulating nervously.

"Drake, I think you should understand what kind of friend you need, you are a cool person, you shouldn't hang out with this nerd, I think you need to be like me..."

I looked at Hank a little funny, and explained to him: "I and you are friends, not gangs, Hudson is a very good person, he is my friend."

Hank bit his lip hard, and he turned his head away.

"It's up to you, Drake, I don't care what kind of friends you like to play with, but I can tell you that such friends are useless."

After Hank left, Hudson came to me with his pile of books in his arms. He adjusted his glasses nervously: "So what do you think, Tim, we are going to talk to you tonight. Shall I read Mr. Roman's book? We can also do math problems together!"

"No, Hudson."

I put my hands in my pockets and left: "I have a bunch of things waiting for me tonight."

"Tibbo," Fred stopped me suddenly. When the brown eyes of my longest friend looked at me, I seemed to be seen through by him, "What are you hiding from me?"

Without telling you, I put on a strange costume to become a vigilante—although I am still in the internship period because of my poor skills and lack of experience, and I haven't even started working.

Of course I couldn't answer him that way.

"It's nothing, my dad asked me to go home and help him with a little business."

This excuse was obviously ridiculous, but Fred accepted it calmly.

He raised his hand and stroked my hair: "If you say so."

After all the boys had left, Avro came to this row of lockers again. She raised her hand and touched the sticker on Drake's locker, showing an obsessive smile , After a while, he opened his locker and took out his book.

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“…so this is the first diplomatic meeting between us and Russia since the Alaska purchase by the United States, this time between the two countries on the Bering Strait wildlife treaty, what kind of wildlife is the 1 treaty about? "

"Student Drake?"

"Ah?" The teaching rod slammed on the book in front of me. I was startled and woke up from my sleep. When I looked up, our history teacher was looking at me.

……

Now, what was old Tom talking about?

"Shall I repeat the question? What wildlife was the 1898 US-Russian proposal about?"

Uh... the question?

clap clap!

"Seal, it's a seal, sir."

"Correct answer, Drake, the United States and Russia signed a treaty banning the hunting of seals off the coast of the Aleutian Islands."

Old Tom walked towards the back of the classroom with his teaching rod. I breathed a sigh of relief, and gave me a thumbs up like Afro who had just gestured to me to express my gratitude.

The blond girl pursed her lips and gave me a subtle smile.

"Thank you for saving my life, Nate." I deliberately approached Goldilocks while eating lunch. "The seal you imitated in class is really like it."

Afro brushed her hair and gave me some space. I froze for a moment and looked at Fred who had already found a place for me. Fred signaled to me that he was not in the way, and I put my dinner plate away. Put it on the table.

"You should pay attention to your face, Drake." The girl said while opening her milk, "You seem to be having a nightmare."

"I stayed up late yesterday," I could only explain in a pale way, "I still want to thank you."

"You can call me Avro, that's what you used to call me before," the girl smiled, and put her bottle of milk in front of me, "Your bento is probably too little."

I ignored the milk she pushed me, sorry for the title, "You can also call me Tim," before explaining, "It's all leftovers and leftovers, but it's also very rich , this is a French trout and wild rice rice bowl decorated with caper nuts, the housekeeper made a bit too much, so..."

"The young master of the upper class, huh?" Hank said suddenly.

Hank?

Why did he suddenly come to the eighth grade?

"Young master, if you are so rich, why don't you pack your things and go to boarding school with those rich men?"

Avro was interrupted to spend time with Tim, she clutched her skirt tightly, her breathing was a little short.

"Maybe I came here to meet you?" I'm not afraid of Hank who has a bad temper. This big guy just has a bad mouth and a straight gut. If you reason with him, he will leave soon.

……

You see?He cut again and ran away.

I turned my head to apologize to Efro: "This guy came here suddenly and aimed at me, you weren't scared, were you?"

The girl shook her head.

I looked at the time, gulped down the can of milk that the girl handed me, wiped my lips, packed up my things and left—I want to ask my chemistry teacher some questions.

"Goodbye Avro."

"Goodbye, Tim."

The blond girl took the seat where the boy had just been. She sat there for a long time until the bell was about to ring.

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"I think you need some caffeine," said Fred, throwing his pen at me. "I'm going to start studying the Industrial Revolution next week, and that girl can imitate a seal for you, but I can't imitate a cotton rig for you. "

"Maybe you're right Fred, I'll stay up less late."

Maybe, anyway, later Ao Ye was inseparable from coffee and Timothy Drake.

Batman gave me some basic training. This man is really powerful. The name of the idiot playboy is widely spread in the upper class of Gotham, but Bruce is actually a person who can do everything except having children.

He helped me adjust my diet, instituted biofeedback training, and started teaching me how to be a detective--it wasn't a skill in my natural talent, like me, I learned from Batman in his battle with Gotham Darkness. The experience gained in the past ten years of confrontation.

Biology, physics, mathematics, engineering, history, theology... He has a basic understanding of these, and I studied how to use so many props behind him, which is enough to make the dark circles on my face A regular on the website.

During this period, I was completely obsessed with coffee. The coffee made by Alfred is really delicious.

Friends, would you like a drink?tons tons tons.

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Timothy, the man in the center of the field.