i spent the summer in gotham

96.

The process of returning home was accompanied by various elementary school students bickering. Richard, Jason and Timothy, three people, could completely quarrel in random combinations.

The water gun shows its power to the fullest, and it is more terrifying than a real gun in a small compartment.

Richard basically had his head shaved, black hair sticking wet to his forehead.Timothy's red shirt was half wet, and he was in charge of driving, and it was not easy to fight back.

Timothy smiled at me. For some reason, the smile was sinister, "Technology is very advanced now."

"Yeah." I nodded blankly, turning my head to avoid the jet of water sprayed from the back seat, trying not to let myself be affected.

"So," Timothy sorted out the red shirt on his body slowly, "it's easy to understand that cars now have automatic driving functions?"

"Ok?"

Timothy smiled at me warmly, turned on autopilot and got into the back seat with a backhand.

There were three screams from the back seat.

I pulled out a tissue and wiped the water off my shoulders, deciding to interpret this as their way of showing affection.

97.

When we arrived at Wayne Manor, the scene was horrific.

It specifically refers to the three boys in the back seat, whose combined mental age does not exceed ten years old.I'm the only decent person.

Under Alfred's meaningful gaze, they went upstairs in desperation to change clothes.

Alfred handed me a cup of black tea, "Please excuse my immaturity, Miss Li."

I added half a cup of milk to the black tea, "It doesn't matter."

Why doesn't it matter?

Because of the realistic water gun, Jason finally gave it to me as a gift.

98.

At the lunch table, there are only me, my father, my three older brothers and younger brothers who don’t add up to ten years old, and Alfred.

Damian eats lunch at school, luckily I heard he was homeschooled and home tutored.

My other sister, Cassandra, my father's adopted daughter, is said to be back in the afternoon, expected to be in time for dinner.

So lunch is just six of us.

My dad was dug out of bed by Alfred, bleary-eyed.He sat at the dining table in a flannel nightgown and plush slippers.

Oh god, what a handsome sweet lazy piggy he is.

Cross out the previous sentence.

99.

It was very difficult to eat this meal with my toes on the ground.

The best case scenario is when I blend into the family atmosphere and everyone enjoys the meal.My dad gently asked about our recent living conditions, and the others added a few witty remarks while answering.In the end, we looked at each other and smiled, the father is kind and the son is filial, sharing the happiness of the family.

Unfortunately the truth is far from it.

100.

My father, it can be seen that he racked his brains to relieve the tense atmosphere, but he couldn't utter a word, as if he choked on eating glutinous rice balls.A face with no expression, showing ever-changing emotions, is really a bit powerful.

Richard, actively trying to mobilize the atmosphere, will not be surprised to be choked when he cares about the living conditions of Jason and Timothy, and then falls into a self-serving verbal fight, and suddenly finds that I have been silently watching the embarrassing scene for a long time.

Timothy, who wanted to bring me into the conversation, was forced to enter the arena because Jason and Richard quarreled and hurt his innocence, and he quickly became the only designated winner among the three kindergarten students. Because of the joy of victory, it was only when I turned around that I realized that I had completely forgotten about it.

Alfred, my father tried to suffocate himself while watching the table. While the other three kindergartens were arguing, they did not forget to ask me if the food was to my taste.He tried to drown me in food like all the grandpas in the world, watching me eat everything he brought with him in loving contentment.

101.

You ask Jason?

102.

:)

He only said one sentence.

My new second brother stared blankly at me with a knife and fork.

"You ate a hot dog, French fries for three, a glass of milk and a liter of Coke, and you ate all the steak, spaghetti, and grilled chicken that Alfred put in front of you. Wow, you can eat it!"

He announced happily: "I haven't seen a girl with such a good appetite for a long time!"

103.

I:……

I:……:)

104.

You deserve to be single.

Precious black-haired blue-eyed handsome guy shouldn't have a long mouth.

105.

Richard was stunned by Jason's big discovery.

After a while, he thoughtfully moved the scrambled eggs with black pepper in front of him towards me, and asked cautiously, "This tastes good...Try it? Are you full?"

:)

Thank you, I am on the way to jump off the cliff from the observatory by flying Yujian.

106.

Timothy tried to ease my embarrassment, "It's been a while since we drove here, and I'm also very hungry. Ah Fu's craftsmanship is great, and it's normal not to be tempted to eat more."

He tried his best to save me, "When I'm hungry, I can even finish a whole bucket of fried chicken by myself!"

Thank you Tim, you are such a good friend of mine!

107.

"Ah," Jason pointed out sharply, "She has almost eaten a whole family's bucket."

108.

Really have you, Jason.

You're downgraded, and I'm going to call you Todd from now on.

109.

Lunch begins with my toe-dapping and ends with my social death.

After eating, Richard tried to ease the frozen atmosphere between us.He decided our afternoon itinerary without authorization, going to the game room to play games or watch movies.

Wayne Mansion has several game rooms, the one on the third floor has a cozy rug on the floor.

The soft fur scratches the soles of my feet, and the snow-white blanket is my favorite.

We each find a place to sit in the game room.

I occupy the oversized mochi-sized beanbag, Richard and Tim sit on the sofa, and between them Todd sits cross-legged on the rug.

We debated whether to play games or watch movies.

Todd wants to watch TV, the 183-foot-tall muscular man thinking about the finale of his romantic soap opera.

Tim wants to play a game, and he proposes that the four of us play a 2vs2 match.

Richard is a film school, he thinks we should watch horror movies when there are many of us, otherwise it would be a waste of a great advantage.

All three heads looked at me.

I will be casting the crucial vote for a tie or a landslide.

110.

"So why don't we play the game first and watch the movie later? Dinner is five hours away." I said sincerely.

111.

The positive attitude of "I want it all" was unanimously appreciated by the brothers.

Then everyone was arguing about what game to play.

Todd wants to play Breakup Kitchen, Richard wants to play Taiko Master, and Tim wants to play Deep Sea Trek.

The three heads looked at me again.

I was silent for a while, and said, "I have a game here, it is a psychological game, but it cannot be separated from teamwork."

Todd's ear twitched.

"It relaxes the mind, relieves stress, and enhances relationships."

Richard's eyes flickered.

"At the same time, it also has the characteristics of being tense, exciting, and intellectually motivating."

Tim thought about it.

"Are you playing?" I asked.

112.

Ten minutes later, each of us held a mobile phone and connected to the Internet in the game room.

Todd hit an eight of a kind.

Richard smugly said, "Large!"

"Fuck!" Todd was shocked.

Tim touched the phone like a mahjong tile, "Ten thousand."

I said calmly, "Huh! Thank you for your support."

113.

After half an hour.

After figuring out the rules of the field, Richard, Todd, and Timothy immediately entered the intrigue mode skillfully and fought on the field.

They were like sharks smelling blood, their eyes turned red.And I can only shiver in the corner, pick something cheap, and occasionally fish in troubled waters.

Why is this so……

Obviously I was the first to learn how to play mahjong...

Playing mahjong with siblings for the first time, or playing mahjong with siblings who are playing mahjong for the first time, obviously should be double the happiness...

Why are my Happy Beans almost running out...

When my dad pushed the door open, Todd was putting down his phone and beating Richard on the head about whether he was secretly feeding cards to Tim.

My father paused slightly when he stepped in.

He walked back quietly and closed the door.

114.

When he came in again, the game room had returned to its original state.

Everyone is rubbing mahjong on their mobile phones respectfully.

"The feeling on the mobile phone is not good, you still have to play mahjong to feel it." I sighed.

"I've placed an order, including the mahjong table," Tim said. "It's expected to be delivered to the house before dinner."

Bruce stood behind me, looking at my cards in silence for a moment.

He stretched out his hand and tapped on my seven of a kind, "Play this card."

"Really?" I half-believed and threw out the seven items.I miss Hu Shunzi.

...Fuck!

"Nonsense." I looked at the phone screen in awe, and respectfully invited my father to sit on the beanbag sofa, and stuffed the phone into his hand.

"Please." I said flatteringly.

115.

My father is indeed my father, he killed the Quartet, killing Richard, Todd and Timothy, throwing away their armor and fleeing.

After being rubbed against by my father, these three decided to stop their internal strife and unanimously set fire to besiege my father.

My father is holding the mobile phone, calm and relaxed, comparable to Zhuge Liang who gently shakes a feather fan.

Is this the aura of a strong man?

What is the dazzling light emanating from my father at this moment?

- is wisdom!

116.

Everyone was in a fierce battle, and I witnessed the actual application of 36 strategies on the screen of the Xiaosifang mobile phone.

Tao De besieged Wei and rescued Zhao.

Tim followed suit.

Richard took advantage of the fire.

My father came up with an empty plan, waiting for the three boys to fight among themselves, and the alliance disintegrated from within.

Sitting next to me, drinking the sparkling water that Alfred brought me, I was shocked.

Cow, beer.

Make your own associations.

117.

We have completely forgotten that there is a movie arrangement in the follow-up.Three hours later, Tim's phone rang.

Mahjong and Mahjong Machine have arrived.

Richard and Todd bring the mahjong machine into the game room.

It's movie time, and everyone looks at each other in blank dismay.

"No," Todd said indignantly, "I haven't beaten the old man well yet."

"I won three rounds." Tim said, "Thanks to Ah Fu for the black tea, which gave me life as always."

"I only won one game," Richard asked. "What movie are we watching? The Shining?"

We looked at each other, and we all consciously sat in front of the mahjong machine, "Go on.

I took Tim's place and now it's my dad, Richard, Todd and me.

Go to war!

118.

"Why don't we make the scene a little more exciting?" Tim drank black tea and sat leisurely in front of the lazy sofa.

"What do you want to do?" Todd was full of vigilance.

"How about this, counting by stars, Hu's people can get one star to count, and whoever has more stars before Damian comes back will be the winner." Dick suggested.

"You're so naive." Todd pouted.

Dick continued with a big smile, "The winner can make the loser do one thing for him."

The audience was shocked, and I noticed that my father's fingers on the mahjong tiles had taken on the strength that was inevitable.

Feeling withdrawn, I turned to look at Tim, "Are you coming?"

Tim thought for a moment, "Come on."

I retreated to the side, sitting on the mountain and watching the tigers fight.I ate up the dessert Alfred served.

Todd made a mistake. As a member of the Shushan Elderly Tai Chi Sword Team, I can eat two barrels of the whole family.