i spent the summer in gotham

326.

Damn it, how could the plot be stuck here!

I open my laptop and put my hands on the keyboard.

I will save Bruce, who is still struggling to cry!

Can't write.

327.

I wrote a hundred words and deleted 99.

Only one "Bruce" remains.

At this moment I finally realized the problem.

Me, just passed CET-[-] or CET-[-] with my English proficiency, how can I write fan fiction in English?

Woohoo, damn it!

Cai O Xiaoyi, I need you!

328.

Now there are three characters left, because "Bruce" has three characters in Chinese.

I stared at the computer screen, lost in thought.

After 3 minutes, I started to sit in front of the computer and play with my phone.

329.

I reflect, I really reflect, I can't be a pigeon.

In China, mature pigeons have to learn to jump into the pot by themselves, and learn to add onion, ginger and garlic to the soup by themselves.

I thought of a good way to effectively prevent myself from fishing.

So I opened the thesis I hadn't finished writing, and highlighted the document on the side.

The moment the thesis file was opened, my writing was full of ideas, and I wrote like a spirit.

330.

After holding back my part, I was refreshed, and the time was close to two or three o'clock in the morning.

I stretched and decided to treat myself to the kitchen by making some food.

Wayne Mansion is empty at three in the morning, and I wander the carpeted halls like a ghost.

I found a good thing in the kitchen cupboard - two bags of braised beef noodles.

Junk food is not allowed in Ah Fu's world. These two bags of instant noodles were purely brought from China.

Let me state in advance that I don't eat instant noodles.

I only eat boiled instant noodles.

Don't ask me what the difference is between the two.

I rummaged through the kitchen and threw everything I could find into the instant noodles.

Luncheon meat, cut into a piece.Green vegetables, throw a handful, eggs, beat two.Cheese, put two slices.

Now what is cooked in the pot is no longer ordinary braised beef noodles, it is SSR golden braised beef noodles!

I imitated the magic chef Xiao Fugui, dipped in the soup, and it appeared, the golden light!

331.

How can you eat instant noodles without Coke?

But the kitchen is Ah Fu's territory, and Coke cannot appear here.I remember Jason stashing a bottle of Coke in the game room refrigerator.

Taking advantage of Jason's absence, I happily rushed into the game room, and then figured out a way to blame Tim or Dick.Perfect.

I scraped through the weird flavors of cereal and canned coffee in the game room, and found my life-saver at the bottom.

When I happily returned to the kitchen with my Coke, I didn't think about the scene in front of me at all.

Wearing his beloved black and red bodysuit, with his cloak and gear straps on, Tim sat at the table eating with a bowl.

The noodles and eggs in his bowl looked familiar.

I looked at the pot with my head, half of the noodles were missing, one egg was missing, and several slices of luncheon meat were missing.Only the handful of green vegetables didn't even have half a leaf missing.

:)

332.

Like a dull penguin, Tim blinked, and under my death gaze, he ate the last mouthful of noodles in the bowl firmly and slowly.

He smacked his lips and took the remaining half of the egg into his mouth.

:)

333.

You're already a dead man, Timothy Drake.

"Wait!" Tim put the bowl on the table, "Before I die, I have something to say."

"Of course," I said softly, "you can choose to have your head chopped off with my sword, or with Damian's katana."

"Not this." Tim looked at the Coke in my hand, "I choked on the egg, can you give me a sip of the Coke?"

:)

334.

Insatiable.Push your nose up your face.Give some paint and open a dyeing workshop.Give it some sunshine.

Today, I must do justice for Ah Fu, and wipe out you, a living rat who not only steals but also is picky eater, for Wayne Mansion!

I quietly picked up the kitchen knife that had cut the luncheon meat.

Tim glanced at me and paused.

The cloak blocked my view, and smoke bombs rolled in the kitchen, blasting away the gray smoke.

I looked at Tim who ran away in the smoke and sneered, "Look at this mouse, he can use smoke bombs."

I chased it out like a whirlwind with a kitchen knife, grinning grinningly, "It's so strange, hee hee."

335.

We chased and fought in the halls of the manor, and jumped up and down the spiral staircase.

Every inch of the carpet is covered with our vibrant figures.

Tim yelled, "Don't you want to ask me why I'm wearing this uniform?"

"What are you talking about?" I chopped down with a kitchen knife, and said calmly, "Isn't that your pajamas?"

Tim: ...

Tim's tactical glove caught the kitchen knife I had chopped off, and he tried to divert my attention, "Well, actually, the Red Robin is me, and I am the Red Robin."

"It's so windy," I said calmly, "I can't hear you."

I don't listen, I don't listen, I don't listen, I don't listen.

Hee hee hee.

336.

Eventually, my kitchen knife chipped off a pinch of Tim's bangs.

Tim silently held his fallen black hair and mourned for his lost strands.

"If you want to eat, just tell me," I walked side by side with him on the way back to the kitchen, "I can order more noodles for one person."

Tim licked his lips and recalled, "Its soup is a bit spicy, but it's delicious."

Braised beef noodles are spicy to you, can you do it, Tim?

Vegetable chicken is only served with fresh shrimp and fish ban mee.

As I approached the kitchen, my footsteps stopped.

A big black mouse with a blue V on its chest was squatting in front of the stove. When he saw us coming in, his cheeks were still bulging, and it disappeared with a thud.

I looked at the pot with my head, and it was clean, not even a drop of soup left.

Except for the handful of green vegetables, there is still not a single vegetable leaf missing.

:)

I smiled and lifted the kitchen knife in my hand.

337.

"I have something to say!" Dick yelled.

I said sullenly, "Go to hell and confess in front of Hades, and we'll talk about it when we have something to say!"

Tim interjected, "Hades is in charge of the underworld. Hell is divided into Taoist hell, Buddhist hell, Hades concept, Christian hell, Islamic hell and Jewish hell. Which kind of hell are you talking about?"

"Hell for Richard and Timothy," I said mildly. "You two are going to die tonight."

338.

Tim was shocked, "I thought the two of us had turned the page!"

"Yes, it was flipped," I said, "but I flipped it back."

Again, you two are going to die tonight.

339.

Another figure chasing and playing in Wayne Manor.

We hopped about the estate like three happy grasshoppers.

Jason came down from the second floor with a box of pizza in his arms. He probably just came out of the study, "The old man and Damian went to the backyard to deliver fresh bamboo shoots to Xiaobai. Alfort promised that we can eat pizza tonight..."

He frowned suspiciously, "What are you doing?"

I replied sincerely, "We are doing happy things."

Refers to shaving Dick's head with a kitchen knife.

:)

340.

The four of us sat around the kitchen island, and Jason and I each had a bottle of Fat House Happy Water.

Pizza is seafood pizza, yay!

Dick and Tim stare gloomily at the pizza box.

"Hey, don't look at my baby with such disgusting eyes!" Jason said disgustedly, "If you don't eat, don't stare at others. Didn't Ah Fu teach you what is polite?"

"Oh." Dick sighed.

"Oh." Tim sighed.

"Too much to eat." Dick was disappointed.

"I can't eat anymore." Tim said sadly.

Serve it right, bah!

Let you not eat vegetables!

341.

The happy supper time is coming to an end, we go back to our room to sleep.

Jason has two rooms in the manor. The room where the 15-year-old slept has been dusty. He now sleeps upstairs.

Excluding the guest bedroom, the current structure of the home is one floor for Dick, Tim, and Damian, one floor for my dad, one floor for Kasan and me, and one floor for Jason and Alfred.The heights increase sequentially.

Dick and Tim went back to the room, and Jason and I were still on the stairs, and he tapped me on the shoulder.

When I turned around, he had already pasted a mustache on his lips.Sunglasses rest on the bridge of the nose.

It's you, Madame Guerrell Jeunet!

...wait a minute, where did you get the mustache and sunglasses?

Chest?

342.

The wife coughed, "To make a long story short, I can't stay too long."

You really can't stay for too long, or if other people see you, they will think you have been poisoned, and they will send you there to do blood routines like Stephanie in Lolita's time.

"I read... your update." The wife had a complicated expression, "Did you write the last paragraph?"

"hold head high?"

Stephanie, Barbara, I and I each completed our own part, and it will be uploaded to our AO3 shared account.Documentation is just a way for us to review what other people have written.So I am not surprised that my wife read our update.

My wife gave me a rather strange look, "What you wrote is quite..." He thought for a while, and then used a word to describe it, "It's quite amazing."

He pressed my shoulder, "Come on, keep it up."

343.

what did i write

I didn't write much, at least not as much as Stephanie's seven days and nights.

Abba and Abu haven't seen each other for a long time since they left the warehouse last time.

It coincided with the chaos in Gotham, and the rioting people smashed the bat lamp above the police station.A Bat fights criminals in the city, and A Bu runs around, speaking out for him.

They fought together, and although they were apart physically, they were together in spirit.

At the end of the update, Abramovich repaired the bat light above the police station and added a little modification.

In the middle of the night, bat lights illuminate the night sky, and the dark bat marks are imprinted on the clouds.Also catching people's eyes is the bright red heart in the middle of the bat logo.

A Bu landed on the roof of the police station, and A Bu stood there waiting for him.

He pressed the remote control of the bat light again.The bat marks on the clouds turned into countless fine dots of bat light, like disco lights in a dance hall illuminating the night sky of Gotham.

Commissioner Gordon ordered a disco classic for them on Radio Gotham.A Ba and A Bu danced Cha Cha under the bat disco light ball.

344.

"I wanted to talk about why the plot took such a sharp turn, but I took a closer look," Mrs. Guerrell Jeunet said. "It feels quite romantic."

Thank you for your attention, my wife, my eyes shine, next time I will let the two of them dance tango at the top of Wayne Tower!

345.

"That's it." The wife said stiffly, "If it falls, who will pick it up?"

?

Isn't there Superman?

The author has something to say:

When Xiao Li was chasing after his brother and Ti Haet who were stealing instant noodles, he had no idea that the Coke in his hand was from a barrel.

And she's planning to put this on brother and ti

family crumbs

Xiao Li's writing: the beginning of the drama, the end of the comedy

Bucket: ...is it actually a little romantic? ?