I made my fortune 108 times by breaking up with Wayne

He is serious.

Misty felt his emotion, it was a strong liking, like a warm blanket, wrapping her unreservedly.

And the remaining temperature of the beating on the small bullet is the temperature of the heart.

"Ah...I..." The girl was a little at a loss and organized her words clumsily, "I regard you as a friend..."

Seeing the man's eyes that were brighter than gemstones gradually dimming, Misty reflexively wanted to continue to strike the match, "But, I also want to try to fall in love..."

No, wait, what is she talking about?What she said to Superman before was clearly a joke!

However, the bleak Death Star on the opposite side was revived again, full of expectations, Misty paused for two or three seconds, and took a serious look at her feelings: "I have never been in a serious relationship, and I have indeed regarded you as a friend. Think in that direction. But if you don't mind, we can try?"

Misty doesn't think that people have to fall in love or even get married and have children, but is it an experience to try?

The upside-down hand of the perverted stalker touched the ground quietly, as if trying to pick up the blade that had fallen from his sleeve.The man backed away slightly slowly, stepped hard on the opponent's wrist, and amidst howling like a pig, he smiled a little shyly, with fine orange rays rolling in his bright blue eyes, "Okay! Try it! I will try not to let you return it!"

Misty coughed and reached out to shake him: "Hello, boyfriend."

Bruce naturally wrapped the red rope around her wrist, and the white wrist could be held by him alone.He raised his head, and interlocked his warm fingers with hers, "Hello, girlfriend."

"I think I was tempted by your beauty." After handing over the pervert to the police, on the way back, Misty joked: "If Jason—a good friend of mine, male, came to confess to me , I’m sure I’ll just kick him on the knee with my leather boots in surprise, and ask him if he’s lost his mind, we’re good brothers and good partners!”

"Isn't that a sign that I'm special?"

The girl's brisk steps slowed down, the hood was lowered behind her neck, and Pikachu's ears flicked playfully. "Special?" The voice was a little uncertain.

The man turned his head to look at her, and smiled softly: "Yes, it's special."

—Silly girl, you would say it yourself, if it was Jason, it would be impossible to agree.Why did you promise me?

Batman understands, because of the feeling.

People like Misty who are used to judging other people's emotions by their own perception must be more habitual to act by their own feelings.Even if the brain did not analyze the reason, the heart told her first, you should do this.

Otherwise, why would he confess so recklessly.

"If you judge according to the actual situation, you are indeed special." Although she didn't think so in her heart, Misty's sweet words still came out of her mouth.

Bruce squeezed her hand.

The next day, Misty looked at the good morning message from Match Malone on her phone, which was a little unreal.

That's how she got herself a boyfriend?

Misty stared at the words "Good Morning" carefully for 3 minutes before confirming that she was really going to fall in love.

So, what does it take to fall in love?

Universal three-piece suit?Eat, take a walk, watch a movie?

Misty: Good morning, Match, would you like to come to my house for breakfast?

Match Malone: ​​Missy, do you have time in the morning, shall we go for a walk?

The two sentences appeared on the communication software of both parties almost in tandem.

Misty couldn't help laughing.

They are really destined.

Misty: OK.

Match Malone: ​​I'll be here right away!

It's almost the same time to send messages.

About 15 minutes later, Match Malone sat on the sofa at Misty's house.

Misty looked at his clothes today, and couldn't help laughing again: "Why are you dressed like this?"

The flannel loose jumpsuit that the man wears today has a large area of ​​orange fabric on the chest, back and limbs, the belly is soft beige, a hood with a dragon head, two wings filled with fabric on the back, and the tailbone. block, the hanging dragon tail uses the same technique to make it look textured.

"Because the fire-breathing dragon is the main force of the protagonist group except Pikachu." Bruce unnaturally tugged at the loose sleeves that hindered his fighting, "Couple outfit."

Misty's heart will be melted by him.

This man is too cute!

Misty, who originally wanted to change into another set of clothes to go out today, immediately suppressed her previous thoughts. The system wardrobe interface stays on the Pikachu jumpsuit, and she can change clothes with one click at any time.

She pinched the erect pointed ears on the flame-breathing faucet, and she couldn't help rubbing more because of the soft yet somewhat resilient touch, "Sir, you are really cute to me."

"My pleasure." Baby Bruce looked at her intently.

"Okay, Mr. Lovely, you go and sit on the sofa, let me cook you a not-so-rich, but extremely delicious breakfast."

Bruce followed her into the kitchen: "I can help."

Misty pointed at his clothes similar to the puppet clothes with a smile, "How can you help me?"

Bruce raised his fat dragon claws, "I can help you chop vegetables."

The man was serious about cutting the sausage. Those fat dragon claw gloves really hindered his performance. His thin lips were lined up, and his blue eyes stared at the cutting board without blinking. However, the sausage was still cut by him. Irregular appearance.

He sneaked a look at Misty who was buried in his work, and quickly took out the newly made Batarang from the hidden pocket of the puppet, held a corner, chopped it a few times, and cut the sausage .

Sure enough, the bat dart is still familiar with it.

Bruce nodded in satisfaction, put away the weapon, and secretly threw away the pieces that couldn't be cut. "I'm done cutting!" He almost shouted as if to take credit.

Misty came over to look and was pleasantly surprised: "Honey, didn't you say you can't cook? This is obviously great!"

The man pursed his lips and smiled shyly that if his companions saw him, he would definitely suspect that he had accidentally performed an illusion, "I didn't lie to you, I really don't know how to cook, but if I use cutting vegetables, my skills very nice."

Misty praised him a few words, and commanded him unceremoniously: "Cut the cucumber too, cut into slices. Beef, cut into thin slices. Shrimp, mashed - will the pestle be used?"

Bruce nodded solemnly, "Yes! I'll go to the bathroom first." After checking the usage on the Internet, he came back to chop vegetables. He still took advantage of Misty's inattention and used the Batarang to undertake the work it shouldn't have.As for the final pounding of the shrimp, it only needs strength, and there is no need to change tools.

After warmly cooking breakfast and eating and drinking, a Pikachu and a fire-breathing dragon drove out and went for a walk in the city center.

On the way, Bruce turned 108 things to do on a date in his mind, and deleted options such as "haunted house" and "bungee jumping" that would easily destroy the atmosphere and girls' makeup, "watching movies", "amusement parks", "cafes " and the like can also be removed, there is no intention...

Bruce parked the car outside a DIY dessert workshop, and Misty looked at him in surprise.Bruce turned his head and showed off reservedly: "You often have afternoon tea." He also often went to rub the small handmade cakes made by girls, "I think you would like to date here more."

Of course.

Misty made the small cake in a happy mood. Looking back, the fire-breathing dragon was still clumsily spoiling the cream, raising his hand to wipe the sweat from his forehead, and accidentally rubbed the cream on his face.

Misty coughed, and the man looked over suspiciously, the milky white cream on his cheek was like the flowers on the sweet and lovely man's face that was originally mounted on this cake.Misty reached out to wipe it off for him, her nails without any jewelry or makeup were shiny and ruddy, and the act of rubbing her cheek lightly was an intimacy that the girl didn't notice.

Plan pass!

Bruce thought of the time when he practiced how to rub the cream on his face naturally and unpretentiously, and watched Misty calmly withdraw his hand with some regret—it was said, cream on the face is a mess that people can imagine !

What kind of broken cheats are useless at all.It's better for him to figure it out by himself.Master Bruce thought angrily.

So, he canceled all the plans of "escape from the secret room", "eat an ice cream together", and "cats with cats" and looked at his girlfriend with blue eyes: "Let's go to the orphanage to be a volunteer!"

Misty:?

Therefore, Misty devoted most of the first day to the orphanage on her first serious dating date in her life.

Put this experience on the emotional website, one hundred persuasion points on one hundred floors.Misty, however, had a great time doing it herself, and planned to come here two or three days a week when she had time.

"My body is covered with pure gold leaf." She opened her arms, her eyes were tender and tender, "Please take them off one by one and give them to the poor in the city."

Bruce read the narration beside him: "After the little swallow pecked off the gold leaf one by one, the Happy Prince became ashamed and his eyes were dull."

The girl's eyes dimmed in an instant, as if it really was the gray statue of the Happy Prince without gold leaf and sapphire decorations.

The children formed a group and exclaimed in small voices, "It really seems!" They sighed, "Did the Happy Prince come out of the book?"

Misty seamlessly switched swallows again, jumped in front of Match Malone, pulled him up, and followed him with pious eyes: "Dear prince, I want to say goodbye to you, would you like me to kiss the back of your hand?" ?”

Misty didn't expect Match Malone to be able to take on the role perfectly. She had already decided to use him only as a prop and finished the one-man show by herself, but the man slightly curled his lips and looked straight ahead, "Little Swallow." His voice With joy and delight, "Are you going to Egypt for the winter? How wonderful!"

The tone turned shy again, "Would you like to kiss my lips? My friend, I love you."

Misty restrained her surprise, pretended to be wings, and lightly rubbed the back of the "Happy Prince"'s hand, "What I should go to is not Egypt, but a place where I can sleep warmly." She stood on tiptoe, gently Pecking the man's lips, "I love you too, my friend."

Immediately, his body fell limply, his head was resting on the shoes of the Happy Prince, his eyes were not closed, as if he was still looking at the world with nostalgia, staring at his friend.

All the while, Bruce's eyes didn't move. Statues can't move their eyes. He couldn't even look down at the dead body of his best friend.

There were low sobbing sounds from all around, the eyes of the children were red, even without the soundtrack and special effects, even the costumes were still cute Pikachu and Charizard, but no one thought about these, even the other adult employees of the orphanage were also... Raising his hand to wipe his tears—Misty and Bruce, relying on their excellent acting skills alone, brought them into the story of Little Swallow and the Happy Prince.

When Misty played the mayor and senator with ugly faces, others glared at her and wanted to throw stones at her.

And people couldn't help but smile when she played God and let the angels take the leaden heart of the Happy Prince and the body of the little swallow to his eternal kingdom for eternal life.

"You are really suitable to be an actor." Afterwards, Match Malone said to her.

Misty bought ice cream from the side of the road, took a bite, and the vanilla flavor of the ice cream was in her words: "Many people have told me, but I am not interested in becoming an actor or going to the entertainment circle to play tricks."

She turned her head and smiled at her boyfriend, with starlight in her eyes, "Besides, your performance is also very exciting, Your Highness."

"We have the same ideas, and I have no interest in going to the entertainment industry, cosplay is a hobby."

"You like cosplay too?!" Oh my god, how could this man bring her so many surprises!

"I really like it." I especially like playing the brainless playboy, it's much easier than being Batman.

The same interests and hobbies can always bring people closeness and love. After Misty and Match Malone exchanged skills and perceptions of role-playing, they received a ticket to the superhero comic exhibition from her boyfriend. , You have to play a superhero to enter."

Misty said cheerfully, "I'm definitely going!"

The setting sun slowly melted into the distant buildings, and the last morning glow swayed to the high and low eaves. Misty tilted her head and kissed her boyfriend's face, "Happy Prince, let's watch the sunrise together tomorrow."

Bruce wondered all night if Misty was going to play Batman, should he pretend that Match Malone was Batman's fanboy and had more in common with his little girlfriend.

At the appointed time, Bruce put on cos Chester's costume and wig, and waited for "Batman" to come out of the room.

Then, the first to step out of the room was a pair of red boots.

Misty fiddled with the little curly hair on her forehead, and looked at Match Malone, "What's the matter?" With such a dull expression?

Bruce took a deep breath: "You like Superman?"

Misty blinked.

Of course she likes Batman, but she's already talking about boyfriends, so she can't cosplay with the man she slept with.When you are in love, you have to talk about it seriously, and don't engage in spiritual derailment.

Therefore, Misty unknowingly lashed out at her boyfriend: "Who doesn't like the god of the world, the son of light."

Batman: "..."

Misty continued to say happily: "Besides, Superman is so powerful, I especially admire him!"

——I, special, special, adore, worship, him!

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The boots stepped on the floor with extended stone patterns, Batman calmly and slowly moved the corners of his mouth: "Heh."

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