I made my fortune 108 times by breaking up with Wayne

The new neighbor is a person who likes to order takeout, every day is either pizza or hamburger fries, the number of times the delivery boy drives in and out is more than the number of times he drives out by himself.

Oh, by the way, that day I brought a meeting ceremony to visit her, and what he brought was the ham sandwich that can be ordered at a burger shop.

Of course, that was other people's living habits, and Misty never pointed fingers at her, and she was just feeling emotionally, and she was really not afraid of getting sick from eating.

As a result, on a majestic rainy day, the other party rang the doorbell of her house with his hands on his stomach, with a face full of embarrassment: "Excuse me, miss, can I borrow your stomach medicine? The rain is really heavy, It's not safe for the delivery man to come here on a motorcycle."

"Come in." Misty opened the big iron door remotely.

When he arrived at the main hall, the man's face was astonishingly pale, and the rain had wet his whole body, and his hair was tied into knots.The sleeves, neckline and trouser legs are dripping with water, and the casual clothes are close to the body, showing a strong and fit figure.

A few strands of hair were wet and sticky to his forehead, his eyes were filled with mist, and he had to try hard to open them wide, and his appearance was pitiful and cute.

The housekeeping robot handed him a dry towel, and the man thanked him, then covered his head and rubbed his hair carelessly.The raindrops that dripped on his chin were shaken off by his movements, and new drops slid down his cheeks to his chin.

Misty: "You just sit down, I'll let the robot fetch stomach medicine and hot water."

"Thank you, kind lady." Although he looks miserable, when he smiles at the corners of his eyes, it seems that the crescent moon is bent down, and the pupils are clean and clear. "People with good luck must be particularly favored by God. I have no other Thank you for everything, give half of my luck to Miss, and make it better."

Even with the same blue eyes, when Misty faced him, she wouldn't think of Bruce.

She picked up the hot water delivered by the robot and handed it to the man, "Mr. Malone can call me Misty."

The other party held the cup and sipped the hot water in small sips. After the warm feeling spread all over his body, the comfort brought by the steaming heat also dispelled his cramps. "Missy Misty." He shyly stroked the frosting of the cup surface with his fingers, "If you don't mind, you can call me Matches."

"Matches (Matches)?" The girl pressed something on the display screen of the robot before turning back and smiling at him, the white pearls dangling from her earlobe shook, and the refracted lustrous light entered the man's pupils, "I am Misty, you are the match that lights up the mist, we are really destined."

"Yes, very fate." He said with a smile.

Because of the rare fate, the two chatted for a long time, and the chat was very pleasant. Misty also knew the reason why Mr. Match often ordered takeaway, "I don't know how to cook." And the thick eyelashes are drooping, casting a quiet shadow, "Someone used to urge me to eat healthy and make me soup every day, now..." After straightening his lips, he raised his head again, showing a smiling face, "Hamburger potato It's easy to eat."

In Misty's eyes, it was a forced smile in capital letters.

Thinking of the wet and pitiful look of the man before, Misty became sympathetic, "That's really a coincidence, I let the housekeeping robot stew a pot of fishtail soup before, and the rain hasn't stopped, heat it up, you drink it A bowl nourishes the stomach and warms the body."

Obviously, the hostess said that the soup was stewed before, and she didn't want the guests to feel guilty. Mr. Bruce, who had been fed the soup for several months, looked over and knew that it was just stewed.The color is as thick and white as fresh milk, and the extremely mellow aroma lingers and diffuses. When you drink it in one sip, it seems that all the taste buds on the tongue have been revitalized, and it flows into the throat continuously.

Match Malone was originally designed by Bruce to be a undercover undercover gangster. He is not stingy with the bottom-level gangsters in Gotham, but it is definitely not good for chasing girlfriends. Therefore, Gotham Sweetheart sewed him up. After changing his appearance, he became the kind of introverted and shy boy who was not very popular in the American Imperial School.

Ordinary people.

Therefore, he is not required to have aristocratic temperament and elegant dining etiquette.

Bruce had a judgment in his heart, he drank the soup quickly and quickly, but he didn't feel embarrassed, the hot sweat on his forehead combined with his movements, on the contrary, it showed the sincerity of the "delicious!" . "The stomach is warm, it doesn't hurt so much!"

When Misty received the feedback, she asked happily, "Another bowl?" Her hand had already touched the handle of the spoon. The wooden spoon had a simple shape, and was lightly held by the girl's white and tender palm, as if the snow had melted into a wooden branch.

The man was bewitched: "Then I won't be polite."

After they were cooked, Misty laughed and said that they were destined for a bowl of soup.Because from that day on, Match Malone often came to the door with the takeaway he ordered and shared it with Misty. He told her like a few treasures, which burger had fried tender beef, which burger had slightly burnt eggs and excellent taste, which burger The fried chicken at home is crispy and crispy, and the French fries are served with the store's unique honey sauce.

And every time he drank soup, Match Malone always smiled and called her Miss Kindness, saying that he would share his luck with her.

"A little bit every day, I hope Miss Kindness can be lucky every day."

Misty doesn't know if luck has been assigned, but the weight is increasing day by day.

After two months of shared takeaways, Misty stared at the numbers on the scale and opened the villa configuration, but she thought she would never use the gym.

"You can't get fat even if you eat." The girl complained slightly, "Fries chicken, fries and burgers every day, and I don't think you will be affected."

Bruce Batman·Kicking the woods quickly·Every night "extreme sports" burns calories·Wayne smiled and said nothing.

Misty lowered her head and pinched her arm, which hadn't changed much, "No, I can't continue eating!"

Bruce: "Get a gym card, hire a trainer, and exercise at home by yourself, it's better to ask a professional to make a plan."

Misty nodded fiercely: "You're right!" The change in weight has too much impact on her physical performance - she was doing parkour before, and almost passed out! "Match, do you have anyone to recommend?"

Bruce took out a business card: "This gym is very good, private, and very safe. I have an annual card there-if you need it, I can recommend my trainer to you."

"Okay!"

"His name is Jack Shaw." The man raised a pure and harmless smile, "You go to the gym, ask the staff, and you can make an appointment with him."

It was only after Misty went to find out that the gym originally only had two floors, but it was acquired by the new owner two months ago and expanded by two floors.Those two floors are usually not open, and no guests can go up.

"Jack Shaw?" The manager looked strange after hearing the name, "Of course, he is our best fitness trainer."

After getting the card for Misty, I kindly sent her up to the third floor, saying that she was recommended by an old customer, and that customers who booked Jack Shaw could go upstairs.

The employee who has a good relationship with the manager couldn't help asking in a low voice: "When did we have such a regulation, why didn't I know?"

The manager looked at the staff with a meaningful tone: "I just found out today that we have the 'best' and 'widely acclaimed' fitness trainer. The boss called me directly and told me, otherwise, why do you think I showed up in the lobby today? receive clients."

The clerk covered his mouth and suppressed the exclamation.But I couldn't help but say: "It's so romantic..."

Misty felt no romance at all.When Jack Shaw helped her exercise, he did the whole process in a business-like manner without any ambiguity or crossing the line. Even the amount of exercise was so great that she fell asleep every day when she came home and touched the pillow.

She couldn't help asking Match Malone: ​​"It's the first time I apply for a fitness card. Is the heavy physical training real? Such as hanging parallel bars and unarmed combat?"

"Of course!" the neighbor swore, "That's how I practice!"

Misty continued dubiously, and when she gradually got used to it and became less tired, and her weight remained at a relatively stable value, Misty didn't doubt anything.

Her body was indeed getting better and better, her calves and forearms were covered with thin muscles, but they didn't look thick.The flexibility of the waist and the coordination of the limbs are a step further than when practicing parkour, combined with the fighting skills learned... "I think I will go back and continue to form a gold and silver combination with you one day. I can fight seven-those street gangsters!" On the phone, Misty told her friend confidently.

Jason tried his best to restrain himself so as not to show his weirdness in the chat.

— Michelle doesn't know, doesn't he know?That's Batman's training course for Robin! ! !

Turning around, he asked someone: "Bruce, what are you thinking?" You are so awesome to practice your girlfriend as Robin.

With the sound of punching bags, Bruce gasped, "Gotham is dangerous, and she can't live on her 'little tricks' forever."

She needs to practice that if she doesn't have magical abilities, she can break through the predicament by relying on physical skills.

That being said, when someone discovers that a pervert is following a girl, she forgets that she has physical skills, and it's time to actually fight. When she rushes over, she throws a sharp over-the-shoulder, twists her hands and grabs the opponent's hand gun, and pressed his voice viciously: "Stay away from her!" He also gave the man a fracture package.

Behind him came the sound of footsteps.

"Matches?" The girl's surprised voice sounded.

Bruce kicked the gun away, clasped the hands of the pervert who was following him upside down, and then turned around, pursing his lips a little shyly: "I... I saw that he wanted to treat you badly, so..."

The man paused, and his deep blue eyes smiled happily: "Fortunately, I found out—look, I told you that you will have good luck!"

Misty came over, pulled out the rubber band in his pocket, and helped him restrain the pervert, "Thanks. But, you are really brave, he has a gun, what if he shoots you."

"Not afraid." Bruce rolled up his sleeves and showed her the red string tied around his wrist, with a bullet hanging from it, "I'm wearing my lucky charm."

"Bullet? Lucky item?"

"Yes. It's important."

—it led me to you.

"Misty." The man took off the red rope, kneaded the rope with his fingers, and the rose-colored sky reflected the tension and stiffness in his pupils, "I want to give you all my luck."

"you……"

He asked awkwardly: "Are you willing to associate with me?" Every word was like a tide, beating on my heart.

A penny of red string, a bullet taken from the shoulder, combined, it was the cheapest gift that Gotham's richest man was going to give away.

It is also the most valuable one.

The author has something to say:

Misty: Who the hell would have thought that my shy, cute, pretty, shy and embarrassing neighbor would be that dark, Gotham Nightmare Batman? !

Baby Bruce blinked her eyes, her face full of innocence: Isn't this person not sweet enough to fall in love?

【If Batman can't act, there will be no Baby Brucey√】