i spent the summer in gotham

157.

I never expected that Tim would pick me up when I arrived at Wally's house.

Mr. Wayne always wore a fleece sweater and jeans, and he didn't put down the game console in his hand when he came out to pick up people.

I looked at him and hesitated, "Shouldn't you have a meeting at the company today?"

"Oh, this," Tim said without taking his eyes off the game page, "I've been kidnapped, so I can't have the meeting."

Look for a reason and look for something that doesn’t seem so perfunctory. Now you only need to have another glass of soda at hand, and the whole person can be directly flown to Hawaii for vacation.

"If you don't want to go to the meeting, tell dad directly," I said heartbroken, "be more honest."

Tim glanced sideways over the game console, "As if I told him I didn't want to have a meeting and he wouldn't run away from it."

Yes, you are right.It's better to cut first and then play.

When it comes to working overtime, the family members unanimously have no sympathy for my father.

158.

There are four people in Wally's family. Besides him, there are his wife Linda, his daughter Iris, a beautiful girl with red hair and double ponytails, and his son Jay, a handsome black-haired boy.

Dick, who also has black hair, mixed with the family to play tank battles. Just from the color of his hair, he looked like a family.

"You're so slow," Dick grumbled. "We've all played rounds of the game."

"You're complaining because you lose every game," Tim said bluntly, "you can't even win a kid, Dick, you're screwed."

Dick shed false tears, "In order to give the child a better future, I let the water go."

Little Iris threw herself on her Uncle Dick's shoulder, "Uncle, admit defeat, there is no shame in losing to us!"

Wally sat with arms folded and watched, his wife Linda put her arms around her son Jay and smiled knowingly.

"Where's The Flash?" I asked.

"Iris is on her way," Tim said. "Bart picks her up. The Flash goes to the Rogues to recover the bank."

Oh, well-meaning rogue gang, I hope you are all right.

Hope Piper makes it in time for the night's date with the police boyfriend.

159.

Before coming, I have always had a question.

Barry is known to be The Flash, and Bart is known to be Impulse, who has also been Kid Flash.

Wally was originally Kid Flash, and later became Flash for a while.

So what the hell is Wally now?

They can't all be fathers anymore, and they're still called "Boy Lightning", right?

"Actually he has a cousin, also named Wally," Dick said, "and now he's Kid Flash."

As if he understood my question, Dick explained, "Wally, if you have to talk about his position now, he is a god."

……

???

I sincerely gave Dick a thumbs up, "Brother, you are amazing, you are friends with God who has a happy family with both children and children."

Dick nodded triumphantly, "We're super good buddies."

"You're already in your third year. The only stable thing right now is your own ass. How did you do that?" No malice.

"..." Dick was silent for a moment, refusing to answer.

Ah, I have poked my brother's heartache.

160.

"Because he sat on the Möbius chair." Dick said, "You can understand that he is omniscient and omnipotent. Believe in God rather than believe in Wally."

"Well," I thought for a while, "then he can find the answers to all the questions I want to ask."

Wally nodded reservedly, "In theory, that's not bad."

Well, I have a lot of questions I want to ask, and I hope God Wally can answer them for me.

I thought about it, picked a question that I wanted to know the most at the moment, and asked politely, "When can I get rich?"

Wally: "... I suggest you change the question."

After all, this question is basically equivalent to asking when my father will die, it is unlucky, skip it.

I put my hands together and asked piously, "God, can you tell me when will Conan end?"

Wally: "... God doesn't know, next one."

"Then when will Yoshihiro Togashi come back to fill in the hole?"

"...God said he couldn't find the answer to this question, next."

Alas, I was slightly disappointed, but I still asked one last question, "Exalted God, can you quietly tell me what OnePiece is. Be quiet, I will not tell others."

Wally's face was tense, he bent down and leaned closer to my ear, and said in a breathy voice, "God also wants to know."

161.

The Mobius chair is a big parallel import.

Pooh.

162.

Somewhere in the universe, there seems to be an alien creature expressing condemnation to me across light years.

But who cares, the magic weapon that can't even answer when the rich and treacherous old thief will come back to fill the hole!

163.

Wally wanted to justify the name of the Möbius chair, and he pleaded, "You change a few questions with definite answers."

That being the case, then I am not polite.

From my mobile phone, I dug out the advanced math homework left by the peak master of Shushan Talisman Formation Class, "God, please help me to see how to write this question."

Wally: "Is God just here to help you with your winter homework?"

if not?

164.

My venerable God and I are struggling with the high math homework for the winter vacation.

Tim passed by with a bag of potato chips, and took a look, "You immortal cultivators still want to learn advanced mathematics?"

Of course one needs to learn advanced mathematics to cultivate immortals. Do you think that if you want to learn formations, you don’t need to use the Pythagorean Theorem?

Those talisman cultivators rushed out one by one, and they were all talents who could get full marks in calculus.Although his main job is materialization, he is not bad at mathematics, he can be called a science student among cultivators.

"Calculus isn't very difficult, is it?" Tim said, "Isn't this the level of normal Chinese college students?"

"Then what should I do?" I said sadly, "Calculus is already very difficult in my eyes."

Forgive and forgive Jianxiu, the child can only play with swords, woo woo woo.

165.

Tim stretched his neck and took a look between Wally and me who were scratching our ears, and said in a flat tone, "This question uses Lagrange's mean value theorem."

I looked at him blankly.

Tim simply sat down, picked up the paper and started teaching from scratch.I can understand every word he said, and mixing them together is like listening to heavenly scriptures.

It only took 5 minutes for my mental activity to go from shame to worship to confusion to numbness.

After Tim finished speaking in detail, he spread his hands and asked me in Chinese, "Have you learned it?"

"Well," I nodded, and reached out to touch the bag of potato chips in his hand, "You're useless, teacher!"

166.

High maths, a subject that loses hair even after God reads it.

Tim defeated God.

This is, with a mortal body, equal to a god!

"Finish your winter vacation homework first!"

167.

With the help of Tim and Wally, I was almost halfway through my high math homework when Barry the Flash arrived, along with Wally's aunt Iris.

Their arrival means that Piper will not be late for tonight's appointment, bless him.

Bart cheered, "Can we have dinner?"

His body swayed, if it wasn't for me, as a monk, with my five senses greatly enhanced, it would be hard to notice that he ran around the house three times and went to the kitchen once in the time of this sentence.

"But I didn't see the food in the kitchen." The red-haired boy suddenly lost.

Linda looked at him sympathetically, "Here is a Speed ​​Force owner who can count on his palms. I heard that the girls in Wayne's family also have a high demand for food, so we don't cook."

She paused, "Let's order takeaway."

Long live takeout!

But why compare my appetite with Speed ​​Force owners, I am really not a heavyweight with them.

168.

As a superpower that can be inherited, the speed force made my father worry about the food problem of Shan's family.

This family is very scary when ordering takeaway, and the menu is completely emptied without even looking.Because the food intake seems too scary, the location can't be set at home, we can only go two streets away to pick up things.

As a guest, I sat on the sofa dignifiedly and steadily, watching with Dick and Tim after shadows coming in and out of the house. The tabletops, counters, window sills and even the floor in the house were full of fast food boxes.

It's scary enough for Shan's family to eat.

Bart suddenly flashed in front of us, poked a box of pizza into Tim's arms, "Eat this, Ronaldinho!"

He disappeared for a few seconds, flashed back, and piled a two-liter bucket of soda and a bag of paper cups on Tim's lap, "Eat, you're welcome!"

Tim hugged the pizza, the drink, and the cup without saying a word, and Bart emerged from behind his shoulders and me, and shoved a box of chips into my hand, "Ketchup yourself!"

"It's so warm." I sighed.

"After all, he's the only one of us who can play with electrical outlets," Tim said with a touch of sadness in his tone, "When you think about him being a baby when you're angry, you can't help but forgive him."

I shook my finger, "You can't think like that, you should compare him with Damian, do you think Bart is a little angel now?"

Tim said solemnly, "You're right."

As the eldest brother, Dick vowed to defend the dignity of his younger brother, "Don't say that about little D, he also has sensible times, he just likes to play "Cheese Pirates" that's all."

"Yes," Tim agreed, "he does have a lot to offer compared to Darkseid."

This is not a question of merit at all!

169.

We are drowning in the pile of takeaways, struggling in the ocean of food.

It is said that Linda ordered all the ingredients in the three stores, but when the speed force owners sat down and started eating, the food on the table, counter, window sill and floor disappeared at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Sitting on the carpet and sofa are not five people, but five humanoid meat grinders.

For the first time, I met my opponent in eating.

After all, competing for the same cheesefall fried chicken with five speedsters is not a task that normal people can shoulder.

Bart has been feeding Tim, and it is very difficult for him to grab two meals at the same time.

A hill of food piled up in front of Tim.His expression gradually became embarrassed, "Enough, Bart."

"Can't you finish eating?" I leaned over, "If you can't finish eating, you can give it to me."

"That's not the reason," Tim pushed the box of Hawaiian pizza away in disgust, "I don't eat pineapple on top of pizza."

Picky eaters, let me go to the North Pole to eat snow