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

After dinner, my grandparents and my dad went to the movie room to watch a movie. Other people didn't know if they went to the game hall or some other place, but there were no people there anyway.

I have a class in the evening, and I skipped a professional class that might fail, so I can only squat in the study and attend class obediently.

But unfortunately, the network card of Wayne Manor was brought for a while, and I was stuck out of the classroom.

Then I found out that it was not the network card, but the signal was gone.

It's like bad reception from a cell tower.

After 10 minutes, the network was restored, and the big screen on my computer was occupied by the live broadcast line that popped up from nowhere, and the online class window was shrunk into a small floating window hanging at the bottom. Don't know when it was opened.

The computer is completely inoperable as if it has been infected with a virus, and the shutdown button does not respond.

In the computer, the unknown villain whose name I can't correspond to is laughing and saying that he wants to rule Gotham. In the small window, my professional teacher is asking who's Mai is not closed and making such a "punishment" speech.

The two voices were mixed together, and I could only choose to use the microphone to tell the teacher that my computer was invaded by a virus, and a criminal who was not very famous in Gotham announced on my computer that he would rule Gotham.

And my classmates who were in the same class as me... They were enthusiastic about this matter and began to discuss how many laws the criminal's speech violated.

The teacher even used this to talk about two knowledge points, and the classroom atmosphere was very good.

How should I put it - the law students are well-informed, and the teachers are very calm in unexpected situations, and even act on the spot.

Five minutes later, many Gotham-specialized bat-type vigilantes arrived at the crime scene. Amidst a burst of violent fists, feet and screams, the unknown villain was caught and hung from a street lamp.

The students were very curious about the new news from my side. With their curiosity and the teacher's permission, I told them the situation in the live broadcast.

And they, one by one, analyzed the behavior of the vigilantes according to my report.

Not long after the vigilantes subdued this unknown criminal, my computer returned to normal, I turned off the microphone, told them in the class group chat that the matter on my side had been resolved, and apologized to the teacher in class .

Then the teacher said it was okay, he followed the unexpected situation on my side, talked about related legal issues in class, and used this sudden case as a case for specific analysis.

Of course, the teacher also assumed some other situations in the case, and his description was more complicated.

And my embarrassment and social death may not be understood by anyone.

After Tim knew about this, he helped me strengthen the firewall in my computer the next day, and also helped me clean up some useless junk files and some Trojan horse viruses in my computer when I downloaded the installation package from the Internet.

After his cleaning, my computer ran a lot faster in an instant, and the memory was freed up a lot, so I handed over my mobile phone and asked him to help me with defense and so on.

Well-meaning Tim found that the explosion-proof film of my mobile phone was cracked, but it didn't look too obvious. It should have been cracked when he hit the Riddler with his mobile phone last time.

He offered to change the tempered glass for me. I was shamefully moved because I don’t know how to change it myself. Every time I go out to change it, it costs about [-] yuan. I handed the phone to him.

He looked very skilled and changed it for me in a few minutes, and my phone was looking like new in my last bathroom trip - Tim even wiped it clean for me.

I am very grateful to my father for raising such a good brother for me.

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Grandparents unanimously decided to stay here for a few more days. The price to be paid for a short stay is very small, but if you try to stay for a long time after getting rid of your obsessions, even with the method I sent, it will still make the energy Not many ghosts are weak for a considerable period of time.

My dad used to be very elusive at home, and sometimes his schedule was worse than mine. Several times when I was in class at night, I would hear my dad staggering after drinking and being helped back to the room by Alfred, or stumbling by himself The movement of touching back, now there are two more ghosts in the house, and one of the two ghosts is more elusive, even more elusive than Alfred who found me eating junk food.

Then one day, my dad went skydiving.

There was a little problem with his landing posture, and he is now promoted to sick.

Grandparents and Alfred ordered him to go out and asked him to stay in the room to recuperate. My dad refused and insisted on sneaking out. My grandparents blocked him several times.

It is said that after that day, my dad's cookies were all deducted.

It's my turn to deliver my dad's dinner today. Since the injured are forbidden to use heavy oil and salt, his dinner is Alfred's characteristic light and nutritious meal, which looks very bland.

As for the taste of this nutritious meal, I choose to reserve my opinion.

I dragged the dinner plate with one hand, and was about to open the door of my dad's room, when I met my dad who opened the door inside.

The two of us looked at each other in silence.

"Eat, Dad." I finally broke the silence and walked in first to put his dinner on the small table in the room.

My dad dragged his injured leg back to the bed, very energetic.

It seems that this is not the first time that he always thinks about running outside without following the doctor's advice. I know who I inherited the bear from when I was a child. Damian probably looks a little more like my dad .

I stared at him with slightly reproachful eyes as he ate his dinner.

"Ah Fu, isn't he at home?" My dad probably felt the gaze in my eyes, started the topic, and tried to divert my attention.

"Grandpa Fu said he was going out to do some errands." I replied.

Watching him eat a nutritious meal with my chin in my hand, I suddenly wondered what made him persistently try to run out.

"Dad, why on earth are you running outside?" I asked him, "It's been a hundred days since you've been injured, so it's not too late to do anything after you heal your injuries at home."

"I had a date with a beautiful lady before I went skydiving, and I'm going on a date." My dad looked at me with his beautiful blue eyes.

"Who?" I wondered, "How good-looking is it that Dad can't forget it? Can't you just send a message saying that you can recover from your injury and then make an appointment?"

"No." My dad shook his head, and he said melancholy: "It's been too long to recuperate, what if she doesn't want to date me anymore? What if I don't like her anymore?"

I am silent.

This picky eater of my dad is a playboy, I almost forgot that he has such a personality.

The speech is also quite scum, worthy of being the little prince of Gotham.

But even if it is my father of the little prince of Gotham, those who should stay at home to recuperate from their injuries still have to stay at home, and the little prince of Gotham is no exception.

"Anyway, follow the doctor's advice," I said.

That being said, I still find that my dad and the others have been playing hide and seek all day long.

After being blocked for countless times in my dad's escape plan, he gave up.

My dad, who stayed in the room well, has improved a lot, and it is still a nutritious meal, but the supply of cookies has resumed. I seem to have seen how Alfred and my grandparents used to be when my dad was in the bear. cure him.

Seriously, it was kind of fun watching my dad being surrounded by everyone in the family.

My dad also tried to use the bed sheet as a sling to go down to the first floor. I saw him walking down the bed sheet very nimbly by the window. My dad, who was so focused on fleeing, didn’t see Tim waiting for him outside.

Tim is really bad enough. After my dad climbed down, he coughed lightly and told him that someone is waiting for you here. My dad, who had done useless work, was helped back from the outside by Tim.

When I asked Tim about it later, he just blinked innocently and said, "I was a little worried when I saw Bruce crawling down, and I was afraid that if I made a noise, he would fall and hurt more." What about the injury?"

I'm going to redefine Tim's cuteness, it looks like he's a black-hearted sesame stuffing.

My grandparents are more fun blocking people. They hide their bodies and follow my dad. From time to time, they make a little noise to let my dad, who is more vigilant as a Gotham person, notice, and then my dad is about to usher in victory. Before Dawn escaped, he pretended to be passing by and called my dad

"Bruce? Why are you here?" my grandpa asked in feigned surprise.

My dad was about to step out of the gate of the manor, when he heard my grandfather's voice stiffen, he turned around and said, "I'll take a stroll."

"Really..." My grandma pretended to be hesitant, "You don't want to go out, do you?"

My dad: "No, I just eat too much and can't sleep for a walk."

"That's good." My grandma said, "The doctor said that you have to stay in bed for half a month. You should stay in the room and don't run around."

Then, under the escort of my grandparents, my dad left the door where he could run to freedom and returned to his room.

This was relayed to me by my grandma, she described it vividly, I thought about it along with what she said, and thought the scene was quite amusing.

The only one who is depressed is my father Ba Liao. In just one day, he has seen the dawn of victory countless times and then was arrested by others at the end of the door. It is too miserable hahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha

After my father gave up his escape plan, he stayed in the room for half a month as prescribed by the doctor. Occasionally, he could hear him complaining to Alfred and my grandparents that he was too boring to grow mushrooms in bed.

Then one day, Tim knew what my dad was complaining about.

He showed a relieved smile, and quickly moved the documents that needed to be signed and confirmed to my dad.

My dad, who was buried by work, never mentioned boredom again.

How should I put it, Tim, you really are black-hearted sesame stuffing!