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

Today is Dako's due date.

Ah... it shouldn't be called the due date, it should be the hatching day or something, right?

On March [-]th, a memorable day, Dako pecked a small hole in the egg shell in the early morning, and if nothing happened, the shell would be broken by noon today.

It's nine o'clock in the morning, Alfred has just finished changing the gauze on my head, and Damian has just returned from morning exercise and showered.

I'm crouching next to the incubator with the sandwich Alfred provided us now, eating breakfast and watching Dako crack his shell.

Damian is sitting on the sofa not far away reading a book, but I don't think he can read it.

Because I've seen him look up this way several times.

There is a tripod next to my small bench, and the camera is working seriously on the tripod, and the lens is pointed at the hatching Dako, which is my future homework material.

The goose egg would shake twice from time to time, and the small hole pecked by Dako was almost one centimeter in diameter, and Dako's mouth could be vaguely seen from the hole.

I really want to fast-forward time, and go directly to the scene where I can break out of the shell, but breaking the shell is not done overnight, the process is indeed a bit boring, so I took out my phone and opened it, although I was asked to do it A nightmare, but still reluctant to delete the match-[-] game.

Play for a while, look up, play for a while, look again, lower your head and play again, then forget the time and indulge in the happiness brought by match-[-] games.

The energy in the game was wasted by me, I reluctantly retreated out, and it was already 10:30, almost eleven o'clock.

More than an hour passed like this.

The time of indulging in games really flies!

After putting down the phone, I went to check on Dako’s broken shell. The hole in the eggshell had been pecked big by Dako. I could see its wet yellow fur and pink beak.

The newborn gosling has no strength, and can only peck and rest for a while when it breaks its shell. The goose breeding manual tells it to rely on its own strength when it hatches, and cannot help it casually, otherwise May result in the death of goslings.

So, even though I looked anxious, I could only be anxious here.

As for Damian, he was not in a hurry, he said: "To be my pet, it should have the ability to emerge from its own shell."

It's you, Damian.

The egg shell has cracked a circle, and now everything is ready, only Dako needs to get out by himself.

At this critical moment, even though Damian said he was not in a hurry, he came over and stood beside me.

"Stand on the other side, don't block my camera." I tugged at the corner of his clothes.

"It's not blocked." He glanced at me, and followed my strength to change sides.

"Come on Dako!" I cheered for it in a low voice.

Dako in the incubator should not be able to understand or hear it, but it still jumped out and got out. I unilaterally think that it is responding to my encouragement.

"Look at how smart our Dako is." I showed a kind smile.

Damian ignored me, watching Dako break out of his shell very intently.

After a while, Dako came out with all his strength, and the eggshell was still on its buttocks. The whole goose staggered to its feet and took two steps, and then fell down and squatted because the bones were not hard at birth.

"Why is the eggshell still hanging on Dako's butt? Could it be adhesion?" I frowned.

During the hatching process, the goose eggs should be turned over regularly to prevent the embryos from sticking together. If there is sticking, the goslings may be stuck and unable to get out of the shell, and will suffocate to death in the eggshell.

"Take it out and have a look," Damian said.

He lifted the lid of the incubator and flicked the eggshell on Dako's butt.

The eggshell didn't budge.

"It's stuck." Damian said, he picked up the weak Dako, and looked at how the eggshell was stuck to its body, "It's stuck to its flesh, a small piece stuck .”

What should I do in this situation?

I don't know, neither does Damian, and it's not in the goose manual.

I sent a message to ask the teacher in charge of the class, but she didn't know if she didn't check her phone, and she didn't reply me after waiting for a few minutes.

So I opened the search software.

"Crush the eggshells, cut off the eggshells that are not stuck, wait a few days for the gosling to open up a little, and then give it a bath, then it can be washed off." I read to the search results. Listen to Damian.

He found a pair of scissors and cut off the eggshells that could be taken off.

The little Dako was in Damian's palm, its fur was wet, and its cry was small.

There is a circle of black hair around Dako's eyes, other than that, the whole body is golden yellow, and there is a piece of eggshell stuck to it near the buttocks, the overall look... seems not very good-looking.

However, all newborn goslings look like this, and it is said that their fur will puff up after two days of raising.

Damian took care of the eggshells and put Dako back into the incubator. I cleaned out the eggshells and dirty mats and replaced them with new mats.

"The information says that the goslings can be fed water after about 24 hours after hatching, when the geese can stand up and walk around, stretch their necks and open their mouths, and have the idea of ​​pecking." I opened the information.

Dake didn't know if he was sleeping with his eyes closed inside, his head a little bit.

"Please, please, Dako, you have to work hard and live until I finish class!" I put my hands together in front of the incubator.

Damian heard my prayer and said, "As long as you don't mess around, I believe it still wants to live strong."

"When did I make trouble?" I blinked innocently.

"Did you open and read the breeding manual and precautions after you received it?" Damian raised his eyebrows, "If you keep a pet, you must pay attention to the precautions. You really want me to help you raise it?"

"Because you raised Titus well!" I tried to quibble.

"Correct you, Titus has been fed by Pennyworth, and I am only responsible for playing with it sometimes." Damian said.

"I believe you can raise Dako well!" I put my arms around his shoulders, "My dear brother, Dako's fate is in your hands."

"Do you want it to suffer from me, a person who doesn't know how to keep pets at all? You can take it for a run if you raise it. Think about it, how majestic that big goose I saw at the livestock market before." I gave Damian drew a big pie, "Besides, your name is Damian, and the little goose's name is Dako. Both of your names start with D. Doesn't this just explain the fate between you?"

He didn't speak, but I could tell he was moved.

"Besides, you see, the pattern on Dako's face looks like Batman's mask. It just grows on the face, not on the back, and it doesn't grow anywhere else. This further shows that you and Dako What a fate! I know you like Batman very much, so you are responsible for raising it, and we will give Dako a nickname called BatGoose."

Damian: Crazy heartbeat.

No Batman fan can say no to a pet wearing a Batman mask.

"I'm in charge of the time of the bat goose at night, you are not allowed to ask where it goes at night." He made the last request.

I readily agree.

From this moment on, Dako officially belongs to Damian.

The camera installed by Dami in the study room has not been dismantled, so I simply asked him for permission to view the surveillance, and prepared to collect material in the surveillance to save my end-of-class assignment—although it is still too early.

At the dinner table, I announced the new addition to the Wayne family.

Tim flattered me very much, "What's the name of the new member?"

"My name is Dako, and my nickname is Bat Goose." I said.

My dad choked on his wits with the milk.

"Master, if you like today's milk, I can prepare another glass for you, so you don't need to drink it in such a hurry." Alfred said.

Then he asked me, "Miss Louise, do I need food and water for the new members?"

"Not yet, Grandpa Fu." I said, "It can't eat yet."

Then I thanked Damian emphatically and comprehensively for being willing to contract Dako's feeding, and praised Damian for being helpful in Tim's seemingly plain but shocked expression.

"I'm very happy to see you and Master Damian get along so happily." Alfred said, "Master Damian usually makes me worry about making friends."

Poor Grandpa Fu, he has broken his heart for this family.

"They're so naive." Damian doesn't think he has a problem with making friends.

Looking at Damian who was worried about making friends by Alfred, I remembered several of his doctorate qualifications.

This is the legend, is genius always lonely?

I don't have this trouble.

There are four people sitting at a dining table, Tim is already the president of two big companies at a young age, Damian has several doctorate qualifications, my dad is rich and handsome, and I am the ordinary female college students.

But it doesn't matter, my parents are rich.

Being the rich second generation is super cool!

"Actually, you who once named the dog Killer King are not mature enough." Tim said.

"It's because you don't appreciate it." Tim, who had the courage to expose Damian's black history, was attacked by Damian's eye knife.

Not just an eye knife attack.

Damian also threw the knife at Tim as his hidden weapon.

Tim dodges the dangerous attack and swings a fork instead.

In the blink of an eye, the two had two rounds at the dinner table.Damian stood up, and he also wanted to move the battlefield to the open space by the dining table.

Alfred coughed lightly while the sword was on the verge of breaking out.

In this way, a battle was eliminated under Alfred's suppression.

Damian sat back in his seat, Tim relaxed and continued to eat, my dad quietly pushed out the half of the milk that was left, and I was almost used to the two people fighting every now and then.

Alfred, the eternal top of the food chain in Wayne Manor.