[Comprehensive Yingmei] What kind of experience is it like to take online classes in Gotham?

So weird.

It's only 10:30, why are my dad and the others asleep?

Standing at the door of the kitchen with a beer just out of the fridge in my hand, I fell into deep thought.

After class at 09:30 in the evening, I decided to treat myself and took my snacks and drinks to the small home theater on the third floor.

Yes, Wayne Manor has a home theater.

Although it is called a small home theater by Alfred, it is not small, it is also very large.

It was big enough for the entire Wayne family to come in and have a movie night together.

In addition to the home theater, there are two swimming pools—indoor and outdoor, a large game hall, where you can play billiards, board games, and handle games, as well as a gym, no exaggeration It is said that the entertainment projects in Wayne Manor are comparable to entertainment halls.

And I just nestled inside happily with my snacks and drinks and watched movies.

The time for watching movies passed very quickly, and the snacks and drinks were also consumed very quickly, so I stopped the movie that was halfway through, and I was going to replenish the snacks that I had already eaten to the bottom.

Special note: My movie snacks are Alfred's special healthy snacks!Healthy and delicious~

Because I wanted to drink beer, I said that I carefully and secretly moved it to the refrigerator in the kitchen to get it.

But it wasn't until I touched the door of the refrigerator, took out the beer, opened it and took a sip, that I realized—there seems to be no one in Wayne Manor?

Quietly, I turned around and didn't see a single figure.

"It's only 10:30?" I took out my phone and glanced at it, lost in thought: "Are you all asleep? Why do you and the other go to bed so early?"

All right, go to bed early, go to bed early, just take this opportunity to secretly drink something that can't be drunk openly—referring to beer.

I happily went back to the kitchen, opened the refrigerator, and took out a dozen beers.

Horror movies go great with beer!

I went back to the home theater with a cold beer, pressed the play button on the remote control, and the picture frozen in the horrible grimace started to move again.

I raised the soda can in my hand to the ghost on the screen: "Cheers~"

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I can't drink very well.

Wine was not good either.

When I woke up in the morning, I rubbed my head, but I still haven't figured out what happened.

Until I took two steps and kicked a crushed can.

ah oh~

I drank four bottles of beer last night.

I counted the empty soda cans that I crushed on the floor, picked up the two unopened bottles and put them on the snack shelf beside me.

Four bottles of beer is the amount that will get me over my head but not enough to drive me crazy, and I finished it last night.It was easy to get dizzy, and I didn't have enough sleep, so I hung myself on the sofa and fell asleep not long after drinking.

It is indeed hanging on the sofa, with the head on the sofa, the back against the back of the sofa, the feet hanging in the air, and the whole person is sleeping upside down.

I didn't wake myself up because of insufficient blood and oxygen supply in the head?Alcohol seems to work better for me than sleeping pills.

I squeezed the soda can in my hand and made a rattling sound, then found a small paper bag and packed the soda can that I had made into an aluminum cake in my hand, and prepared to take it away and throw it away later.

"Ah blanket." I turned around and stepped on the blanket I used to cover and push last night: "So you fell to the ground!"

Pick up the blankets on the ground and fold them up, then sweep up the crumbs of the snacks, and stack up the big bowls for the snacks.I quickly put the home theater back into shape.

"Wash the dishes clean and throw away the garbage~" I casually filled these two sentences into the popular brainwashing melody and began to hum.

"Good morning, Grandpa Fu!" I greeted Alfred who was sitting at the dining table reading the newspaper, then stood not far from the trash can, raised my hand and made a shooting motion, trying to put my hands The small paper bag that I sealed as a garbage bag was thrown into the garbage can like a basketball.

Completely non-stick.

The paper bag didn't want to enter the trash can at all, and fell half a meter away from the trash can along the parabola.

"Very good, as I expected, it is a ball that will never be shot." I nodded to myself, walked over to pick up the trash and put it in the trash can.

"Ms. Louise, good morning, what do you want for breakfast?" Alfred put down the newspaper and took off his glasses.

"Just like you." I glanced at the toast on the plate in front of his dining table, and stopped him from getting up and going into the kitchen to help me prepare breakfast.

"Toast and jam sandwich~" I winked at Alfred.

"I think you still need a glass of milk." Alfred still walked into the kitchen.

In my distressed expression, he quickly took out a cup of warm milk from the microwave, looking as if he had prepared it long ago.

Just as I was about to slip away, Alfred put the milk in his hand in front of me.

"Milk provides calcium, carbonated drinks can lead to osteoporosis, and beer is obviously a very carbon dioxide drink."

He picked up the newspaper, read out the contents of the newspaper in his elegant British accent, and then raised his eyes and asked me: "Miss Louise, are you right?"

I froze when I got up, and slowly sat back in the chair under Alfred's gaze.

I stared bitterly at the milk in front of me for a while, and sincerely hoped that the cat Alfred, who was playing by himself at the foot of the table, would jump on the table and push my milk down, so that I would not have to drink it.

But it didn't work out, Alfred the cat was having fun by himself, and he didn't have time to save me who was threatened by milk.

I slowly picked up the milk and poured it down my throat as if I were dying.

We don’t know whether the piece of popular science that Alfred read is true or not, whether it’s in the newspaper or not, and we don’t dare to ask anything, we only know that the milk is real! ! !It's hard to drink!

Next time you drink, you must destroy the evidence before Alfred knows it!

I picked up the toast and spread a thick layer of strawberry jam on it.

"Dad, didn't they get up yet? Did they go to bed early last night?" I asked, "I came out to pick up things at 10:30, and the lights in everyone's bedroom and study room were dimmed."

Butler Xia brand secret strawberry jam with bread is really top-notch!

I happily used the sweet and sour strawberry jam to suppress the milky taste in my mouth, and wiped the second piece with lightning speed.

"You can slow down, the amount of toast and jam can satisfy your breakfast." Alfred asked me to eat slowly, "And, Master Bruce really likes to stay in bed, no matter how early he goes to bed."

Normal, normal, who doesn't like to stay in bed, and I do too.

I agree in my heart that Dad likes to stay in bed, but I agree with Alfred in my mouth: "Dad likes to stay in bed is indeed a bad habit, we condemn him."

Alfred was about to continue to say something, but Alfred the cat suddenly uttered a shrill and shrill cry, jumped onto the dining table with its fizzy fur, and knocked over my glass of milk.

I knew I would drink it later.The thought flashed through my mind, and then I quickly dismissed it from my mind.

"What's the matter? Are you scared by something?" I bent down and looked under the table, "There is nothing there?"

At this time, Alfred the cat has been hugged by Alfred in his arms and smoothed its fur, and was quickly comforted.

"Is there a mouse or something? Do cats get scared by mice?" I thought about it.

"Cats have better eyesight than humans. Alfred may have seen something." Alfred touched Alfred the cat worriedly.

What did you see?

I suddenly remembered the report I saw last night.

"The Mayor's Beloved Puppy Died Bizarrely..."

Could it be that some evil ghosts, badass magicians, villains, etc. who specialize in hunting small pets have their eyes on the cats in the house?

I was thinking wildly, and then I was distracted by the sound of the alarm clock.

This is an alarm clock to remind you to go out.

Regarding the teacher Xu who has a lot of things, she told us to try how to cook Xiaoge's favorite meal first, and asked us to purchase the materials we need by ourselves-and record a video.

I don’t know what Xiao Goose’s favorite rice is, but I really like Cantonese goose rice!

Thinking of the final homework that was incubating under ultraviolet light in my study, I gritted my teeth bitterly.

"Pay attention to etiquette Miss Louise." Alfred reminded me.

"Okay." I was instantly obedient.

After informing him of my travel plans for today, Alfred arranged for me a car and a driver as a coolie.

The driver named John is my dad's regular bodyguard and part-time job. He is responsible for my safety and travel today.

John in a black suit is 1.8 meters tall by visual inspection, but he is not 1.9 meters tall. He is muscular, wears sunglasses and headsets, and has a small head with a gun-he looks very safe.

John also showed me his gun license.

It feels more secure!

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I bought a bag of feed that was said to be full of nutrition from the boss who sold our geese, and then went to the supermarket to pick some fresh corn and vegetables.I held up my mobile phone to record the footage of me selecting feed materials, and after recording enough material, I quickly turned off the mobile phone, took some corn and vegetables in a bag, and went to the counter to pay.

"My hands are sore." I complained to John.

John also helped me hold up the mobile phone to record a few clips of entering the supermarket and going straight to the fresh-keeping area to get vegetables. The silent and reliable bodyguard is a very useful tool!

After paying the bill, I leaned against the wall outside the supermarket with my mobile phone to play a match-[-] game, waiting for John to put the dishes away.

In the trunk of the car, there is already a large bag of feed that I bought before, and the entire trunk is full of Michael’s food.

Michael Goose Wayne, is this prosperous world as you wished!

John was over there trying to put the lid on the trunk when there was a flash of pink light and our car was gone.

The black, unassuming car in my dad's garage, with Michael's food in it, became a dog in John's hands.

The stressed car trunk lid turned into a little dog. John was staggered by his own strength, and then relied on his excellent balance to not fall.

I watched him holding the dog in his hand, one person and one dog staring at each other.

John fell into silence, and John fell into deep thought.

Then, he gently and quickly put down the dog in his hand, quickly left the scene of the crime, and walked to my side.

"Miss, some force majeure happened and our car disappeared." John reported to me.

"...I see." I nodded stiffly.

We both mused over the well-placed car... er, the dog.

"In this case, should I call the police in Gotham?" I asked John.

Obviously, he had never encountered such a situation before, he was silent for a while, and said hesitantly: "Maybe, you want to contact Batman?"

I decided to call my dad.