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

Dad’s super powers can bring a busy Batman to Wayne Manor to see feng shui (bushi), but Damian’s money ability can’t save him from the great goose Michael Wayne who hasn’t broken his shell and seen the world .

—Yes, poor goose egg it died.

Just now, Damian took a flashlight to see his big goose, ready to see through the light to see how far the goose eggs have hatched.

Then, when he just entered the study, he smelled a fishy smell unique to egg whites.

I saw standing at the door of the study, with a surprised expression, and then walked to the place where the eggs were hatched—the eggs were cracked.

The cracks are neat, and the egg whites are everywhere.

Poor Michael is already formed, lying in the sticky egg wash.It can be seen that it has struggled and tried hard to open its eyes to see this colorful world, but in the end it still lies here with a cold body.

Damian looked at the gosling that had taken shape, and I looked at the gosling that had taken shape.

He was stunned.

I didn't stop.

Obviously Michael's death was man-made, and an accidentally broken eggshell would not have such a neat crack—to be honest, it might not be so neatly cut with a knife.

Damian also reacted, and he flew into a rage.

His fists were clenched tightly, and he was angry for 2 minutes standing in front of Michael's body, and then calmed down.

Then I watched him take out his mobile phone and call out a document that was obviously a surveillance video in front of me.

"You put surveillance cameras in my study???" I questioned him.

"It's just a study. I mainly use it to monitor Michael." Damian didn't care much.

"..."

Help, I'm choking on his answer.

"Don't you really think it's wrong to install a surveillance camera in a girl's personal study?" Very unbelievable.

"I'm here to monitor Michael." Damian checked the surveillance video on his mobile phone without looking up.

"But this is my study, and you haven't obtained my consent, you have violated my right to privacy!" I tried to let him know the seriousness of this matter.

"The camera didn't catch you," he replied.

"But you didn't ask for my permission," I said.

"Wayne Manor is my future property, and I have the right to install a camera." He said, "And the surveillance cameras are of goose eggs. I don't need to tell you."

"It's your 'future property'" I put the emphasis behind, "at least it's not yours right now, you don't have the right to control Wayne Manor, and I'm the one who uses this room, and you don't have the right to use it either."

He ignored me.

Damian Wayne, who doesn't like oil and salt, I almost forgot that he is a "bear kid" with a difficult personality.

This matter is not a big deal, after all, as he said, this monitoring is only for goose eggs.

But it's not a small thing for me.

Very difficult to deal with.

After all, I can't beat him up before hanging him from the street lamp, and I can't push him on a stool and spank his ass.

……what?

I think I've misunderstood, my younger brother's education should not belong to me—it should belong to my father!

Son's education or something, let my dear daddy worry about it!I am responsible for fanning the flames and adding oil and vinegar.

I edited an arty message to my dad and then asked Damian to take down the surveillance and put it behind me.

"So, have you found the murderer of your big goose?" I leaned on the desk and watched him check the surveillance camera.

He showed me the key video that was cut off.

In the video, Michael is basking in the ultraviolet rays innocently, the surroundings are very quiet and nothing happened.

In the next second, the eggshell cracked neatly, and poor Michael slowly slid out of the eggshell following the egg liquid. His wings with only a few feathers fluttered helplessly in the air.

It stood up in the egg wash.

It fell down.

It didn't move anymore.

——The Strong Life of Michael Wayne

"You're not going to cry, are you?" I said suddenly.

Damian stared at the video and didn't know what he was thinking, but it is very normal for a 14-year-old child to cry because of the death of a long-awaited pet. If Damian cried, it would be troublesome.

He turned off the phone screen and grabbed the phone tightly.

I think he's trying to hit me with his phone.

"Tears are for the weak," he said.

Oh, I forgot, he's not a normal 14 year old.

It's Damian Wayne who can slash me with a knife.

"It looks like a supernatural event." I changed the subject, "Isn't it the thing I just saw that killed me?"

I don't want to believe that the old woman with the puppet outside is a ghost, after all, I just passed through her body.

If it's a ghost...

I touched the goose bumps on my hands.

"No." Damian said, "I have a guess, I will find out the murderer and avenge Michael."

"The surveillance didn't catch it, how do you check?" I glanced at him.

"I have my solution." He said, "Stay away from that thing in yours, and wait for Batman to solve it."

I rubbed my chin. Did Damian mean that he was afraid that I would go to that ghost to fight?How could I do such a stupid thing.

However, is he worried about me inside and outside the words?

That's what I thought, and I asked this question.

"Lovely," Damian said.

He took the incubator and left, leaving me and the hidden monitor staring at each other.

"Is he shy?" I asked the camera.

The cold camera ignored me, it was just a tool used by Damian to monitor the big goose.

"Thank you." I took a picture of the camera, and then took out my phone to see if my dad replied to my message.

--Oh.

Dad said: "Okay, I see."Here comes the bat.