i spent the summer in gotham

76.

The jujube essence with big breasts, thin waist and long legs wiped out the robbers.

When his tactical boots stepped on the chest of the robber leader, I screamed inside.

Don't ask me why, oh, you can't feel that kind of happiness when you're not there.

Timothy squatted next to me, calmly turning his head to avoid the robber who was smashed next to him.

As expected from Gotham, he was still in the mood to chat with me, "It just so happens that another brother of ours has returned to Gotham today, and we can take him back for dinner along the way."

At this time, I still don't know what "take it back for dinner" means, so I nodded silly and sweetly, "Okay."

Timothy took out his phone and could type messages blindly without looking at the screen, "Exactly, I'll send a message to Dick."

He tilted his head again, avoiding the pistol kicked by Jujube Jing.

I have to admire.

This is probably the people of Gotham, the bullets are in front of them, and the expression is not changed.

It's really a good seedling for cultivating immortals. Why don't you come to our school if you have time.

77.

Jujube essence, no, be polite, red hood, the big villain on Gotham Road.

I don’t know the specifics, but the news spread across the ocean to my ears. The love-hate relationship between the Red Hood and the Gotham villain Black Mask can already publish three books, and there are serialized fanfiction on the forum.

Of course, he and other male and female super-English and anti-British CPs also exist. After all, one of the hobbies of contemporary netizens is to randomly group CPs in uniform tights and write clay sculpture fans.Red Hood has become more popular with Black Mask's CP recently, because he just tricked that one not long ago, as an undercover agent.

To put it bluntly, he was the first person in Gotham whose beauty I could openly appreciate.

Ah, the boobs!

Ah, this waist!

Ah, the legs!

whee.

78.

Maybe it's because I stared at him too clearly, the hooded brother glanced at me before leaving.

Across the red jujube head, I can feel the complexity of his eyes.

He bundled up the robbers casually, took out a lollipop from his pocket and threw it to the crying child, and left before the police arrived.

I watched him go away, sighing endlessly.

Timothy: "Do you have any impression of him?"

"It wasn't there before, but now it is." I said calmly, "It's really big..."

Timothy looked at me like he was looking at a pervert.

79.

Timothy is the person I spend the longest time with since I arrived in Gotham.

I kindly comforted him, "It's okay, although you can't see it in the shirt, but your size is not small."

80.

Timothy: "..."

This time he looked at me like he was going to call the Gotham Police Department any second.

Or Dick, my titular foster brother would personally take me to the police.

81.

Ah, have you been talking to me to death again?

I thought that sharing things like XP could bring people closer, didn't it?

82.

That's how my friendship with Ah Qiang came about.

Ah Qiang is a physical trainer, male, so of course he lives in the same dormitory as me.

We met in the intramural competition of Shushan University. I shaved Ah Qiang's clothes into mop strips, and Ah Qiang beat my eyes into smoky makeup.

We don't like each other.

Until we met in the marrow washing pool in the back mountain.

I am in one pool, and Ah Qiang is in another pool.

I was holding a female super-english photobook in my hand, and Ah Qiang was holding a male super-ying photobook in his hand.

The two of us soaked in the pool and looked at each other.

83.

Me: "Pendilan is awesome!"

Ah Qiang: "Green Lantern is my wife!"

Me: "Amazon female warrior is number one in the world!"

Ah Qiang: "Kryptonians are in a prosperous age of beauty!"

Me: "The bat is the treasure of the girl world!"

Ah Qiang: "The Lightning family is king!"

84.

Across the stone wall between the pools, we extended our hands of friendship and shook hands with respect.

After the marrow washing was over, we exchanged the photobooks in our hands.

85.

So, exchanging XP is the beginning of friendship.

86.

The Gotham Police Department is already very familiar with the small episodes of life such as bank robberies. Timothy and I just made a brief statement and we were able to leave.

Timothy drove me into a remote area of ​​Gotham, which looked closer to a slum than the bustling city center.

He smiled at me politely, "Wait for me, please."

He got out of the car, walked to a hot dog stand, and patted the shoulder of a young man in front of the stand.

The young man had black hair and blue eyes, and was handsome. When he saw him, he raised his eyes impatiently, "I won't come back, I won't go, it's none of my business. That's fine, you can go."

Timothy said nicely, "Ah Fu prepared a big meal."

The young man pointed to the fragrant sausage in the oil pan and the soft bread in the oven, "My big meal."

Timothy looked back at me who was stunned in the car, "His daughter is in Gotham... your sister, don't you see her?"

The young man was taken aback, and I was fortunate enough to see the expression on that pretty face change from impatience to dullness to shock, and finally to fury, "Fucking Thalia or Catwoman or Zatanna, don't tell me it's Dai Anna!!!"

My expression also changed from calm to dull to shocked, and finally to heartbroken.

Ah!

Why does every good-looking person have a fucking relationship with me in the household registration book!

Can't my dad pick up a few less and keep a few handsome black-haired and blue-eyed guys who can give his daughter peace of mind as a wife! ! !

87.

Timothy looked at us indifferently.

And my new brother Jason and I sat face to face in the booth of the coffee shop on the side of the road, with ever-changing expressions on our faces.

Timothy took a sip of coffee, "Jason Todd," pointing to my new brother, "Li Cizhang." Pointing to me.

The new brother seemed to be facing an enemy, and pushed the French fries in front of me, "Hello," he said in Chinese, which was surprisingly standard, and his words were correct, "Li Cizhang."

I was also cautious, picked a French fries and stuffed it into my mouth, then tore open the ketchup and poured it on, pushed the French fries back, "Hello," I said in English, quite pheasant, "Jason."

Timothy looked at us indifferently.

"I have to say," he finally stopped maintaining his mild manners and showed a bit of youthful air, "I don't understand the mysterious ritual between you."

88.

"Of course you don't understand," Jason picked up a chip and pointed it up his nose, "because you're a capitalist, and Lee just happily accepted my chili dog and praised its deliciousness. So I found her to be a polite and nice lady."

Timothy never expected that the problem was in this step, "Just because I rejected your hot dog with triple hot sauce two months ago, you remember it until now???"

If it wasn't for the coffee in hand, I think Timothy would have slapped the table and stood up, "And your hot dog stained my favorite shirt!"

"You have at least a dozen favorite shirts, and they're all red!" Jason retorted, "Isn't hot sauce also red? Red plus red means you don't need to wash it!"

Even though it was my introduction meeting, the two got into a childish quarrel on their own.

I moved out without a trace, and waved to the waiter, "Please serve me a glass of iced Coke, I want a big one, thank you."

Timothy must have misunderstood me, I'm really not the type of lady who drinks hot milk.

89.

I drank a liter of coke by myself and ate three servings of chips.

Timothy and Jason were fighting in elementary school.

I finished chewing the ice cubes in the Coke and tipped the waiter, feeling bored.

Listening to Americans quarreling is a bit boring, because there are only a few words that go back and forth.Switching to Chinese is probably at the level of elementary school students quarreling.

One hand fell on Jason's shoulder, then a second.

Our eldest brother Richard happily restrained, ah, sorry, I can only think of this word when looking at the scene in front of him, restraining the hot dog brother Jason, it can be seen that he is an experienced old policeman.

"You are willing to go back to the manor for dinner with us, Ah Fu must be very happy!" The eldest brother said to himself, with a happy smile on his face that no one else could intervene.

His happiness is directly proportional to the strength of his hand, Jason is like a salted fish fluttering under his hand, "Let me go, you dick head!"

See, that's the bad thing about being called Dick.

Jason was devastated, "Drake, you plotted against me!"

Timothy stood next to him at the right time, one left and one right with Richard, sandwiching Jason in the middle like a robber holding a hostage, and the three muscular men walked side by side.

Each of them grabbed Jason by the arm and dragged him into the car.I stood aside, as if witnessing the scene of the abduction and trafficking of a boy from a good family.

"Come on, get in the car." The human trafficker Timothy said to me in a friendly and authentic way. In the background, Jason and Richard were fighting in the car, punching hard.

I:"……"

90.

Before I got into the car, I caught a glimpse of Jason pulling out a black pistol.

I paused when I opened the door, staring at Jason in the car.

Ah... this...

91.

The people of Gotham are simple and honest, and everyone has a pistol.

The forum does not lie to me.

92.

Richard was shocked, and he pressed Jason's hand holding the gun down, and put on an embarrassing but polite emergency smile on me, "Jay likes to collect pistol models very much, he is a big boy full of childishness ,Ha ha ha ha."

Seeing that I didn't speak, he smiled weakly, "This model is super realistic, isn't it?"

93.

Timothy glared at Jason, and I could see that his clever little head was looking for excuses quickly, "Gotham is not safe, you know those of us who are more valuable have always been the focus of attention .”

He smiled suggestively, "So, actually, it's normal to have some self-preservation."

94.

Jason looked at their expressions like, no, just looking at two idiots.

"Stupid." He pointed at Richard and pulled the trigger.

In the disbelief of Richard's wide-eyed eyes, a small stream of water sprayed on Richard's face.

"Idiot," Jason repeated, "it's a water gun."

95.

I:"……"

Timothy: "..."

Richard: "..."

Honestly, I think Jason did it on purpose.