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

A new day is still a day for online classes.

Today's first class starts at 55:[-] in the evening and is in English.

But today's focus is not on the class tonight, but on the party tonight.

The party was held by an old Gotham family. According to my dad, the party was a birthday party for the youngest daughter of the owner.

This old family has a business cooperation with the Wayne Group. In other words, my father must go to this party and must bring a junior.

Yes, that's right.

I am the junior that my dad will bring to this party.

Logically speaking, it shouldn't be mine, because I usually don't live in Gotham. People in Gotham may have forgotten Bruce Wayne and my daughter, but not long ago when the Riddler escaped from prison and messed around I didn't know my identity, and I don't know where he got the news.

Some tabloids also reported speculation about me for a few days, but then I gradually disappeared because of no response and other news.

My grandparents were with my dad when the invitations to the party came.

My dad and Alfred and they were discussing who to go to the party with, many candidates were eliminated for one reason after another, and finally I was left alone.

The only Miao Miao Benmiao yawned and passed the living room where they were.

Under the gaze of four pairs of eyes, I shivered as I didn't know anything.

Finally, I agreed to attend the banquet with my dad.

I don't want to know at all that other candidates got kicked out for juggling at dinner parties, asking weird questions, falling asleep during meals, and trying to kill guests with knives who pinched their cheeks.

What a mess of reasons, I sigh.

Attending a banquet is a very troublesome thing, and the banquet of rich people is even more troublesome.

My dad's assistant helped me make an appointment with a stylist and makeup team. The dress had to be ordered in advance, and the makeup and hairstyle had to match the dress. It took several times to go back and forth.

But fortunately, the same sentence: my father is rich.

According to my size, my dad sent dozens of sets directly from various brands with a wave of his hand. The stylist and her team came to Wayne Mansion the day before the banquet to help me choose a dress and try on makeup.

However, my stylist and I had a little disagreement on the choice of dresses. The few dresses she helped me seemed to be very difficult to move, either with large skirts or mermaid skirts.

Coupled with the high heels that are almost ten centimeters...

I've heard that parties in Gotham are usually the hardest hit by super criminals.

In case something goes wrong, I can't run fast wearing these dresses that weigh five or six catties.

The stylist fell into deep thought after hearing my appeal, she went out and called my dad.

My dad listened to the stylist's report and said to her, "Listen to Louise."

"The security measures at the banquet...are they really that bad?" the stylist asked hesitantly.

"This is Gotham," her assistant replied.

I was curious: "Aren't you from Gotham?"

"No." She said, "I used to open a personal studio in New York, and I just came here two days ago."

"That's it..." I nodded, and looked at the skirt on me in the mirror.

The dress I am wearing now is a very beautiful mermaid skirt, with diamonds dotted on the skirt, reflecting the light with the light, shining brightly.

Although it is really beautiful, you can only walk in small steps. If you take a big step, you will be directly imprisoned and send you a flat fall.

In case a robber really asks you to squat down on the spot, you won't be able to squat down with this skirt.

"In Gotham, try to choose a dress that is easy to move on the premise of ensuring beauty." I told her.

Although I am not a pure Gotham person, my mother who has participated in several banquets in Gotham has a very right to speak.She used to complain to me about Gotham banquets when she took me to the banquets in her circle. I don’t know if it’s my mother’s bad luck or Gotham banquets really have a high rate of recruits. In this kind of high-risk Gotham Under the influence of the banquet, my mother no longer wears a dress to attend a banquet, but wears a suit instead.

In the end, I chose a relatively elegant, light-weight black dress. The skirt has just the right fluffy feeling, and you may not be able to see it if you tie a brick on the leg.

The gown was a one-shoulder halter style, and the length of the skirt was a little below the knees. After I put it on, I was pushed to the makeup table, and the makeup artist wanted to try it on for me.

I closed my eyes and let them smear on my face. The makeup artist who worked for this was very light with his hands. I sat in a chair and fell asleep.

"Miss Wayne, do you need to cover up this tattoo on your back?" Just a second before I was about to fall asleep, the soft voice of the makeup artist sounded, and I was instantly awakened.

"If you don't tell me, I'd have forgotten that I still have a tattoo." I touched the location of the tattoo in my memory, and refused, "It's just a tattoo, and it's not too big."

Actually, I don’t remember what I got tattooed. Anyway, before the university started, I randomly found a tattoo shop, paid money to lie down with my eyes closed, and let the tattoo artist do whatever he wanted.

The requirement is to cover the original scar, so I can't remember what I got tattooed at all.

After all, to be honest, I can't see the tattoo on the back. If the scar is really ugly, I don't want to do it yet.

After I go back, I have to be told by my mother.

After ordering the look for tomorrow's banquet, they helped me remove my makeup and hair, and after making an appointment for tomorrow's visit, today's task was completed.

I'm still wearing that gown, sitting at the makeup table wondering what weapons I should bring to tomorrow's party.

My dad interrupted my thoughts by standing at the door and knocking.

"Why haven't you changed your clothes yet?" He walked in and stood behind me.

"I'm thinking about what to bring to the party tomorrow. My mom says parties in Gotham are dangerous," I said.

My dad was silent for a while, and he said, "Your mother...it's dangerous to go anywhere."

I don't know why, but I heard a sense of vicissitudes from my dad's words.

Then I remembered those adventure stories my mother told me when I was a child.

When I was a child, I was still wondering why she had endless stories to tell. Now, combined with what my dad said, I think I may have guessed the truth.

Some people are born with an accident physique, and accidents happen wherever they go.

My mom might be like that too, no wonder she looks so familiar with Batman.

After thinking for a while, I looked up and saw my dad in the mirror looking at my tattoo, so I covered it with my hand.

"Dad, what are you looking at?" I asked knowingly.

"The bird you got is a pretty bird," my dad said.

"I originally wanted to have a tattoo of left green dragon and right white tiger." I started yelling at my dad.

"Oh?" My dad was curious, "Then why don't you have tattoos?"

"The tattoo artist said he was not skilled enough, and I didn't bring enough money."

My dad is thoughtful, don't know whether to believe it or not.

"I'm lying to you." I said, "There was an accident before and I left a scar here, so I just tattooed it casually. It's ugly to wear a backless dress and a small suspender with a scar."

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After the tossing of the previous day, today's styling is much faster than yesterday's. Hair and makeup are done together, and a little fine-tuning is added at most.

The whole look was done in two hours, and my dad and I were in the car to the party.

The birthday party was scheduled to be held in the hotel under the name of Wayne's family. The sponsor booked an entire floor as the venue for the party. There were people in black suits and armed with guns checking the party invitations at the entrance of the hotel.

Before leaving, my dad even comforted me, saying that not every banquet in Gotham will be hijacked by those criminals.

... Can I say that I don't really trust my dad's comfort?

Entering the banquet, I took my dad's hand and followed him to greet people.

Basically, people at the banquet saw my dad coming in and dragged their families to greet him.

Everyone brought their children—probably future heirs or something—to network, and in Gotham, the name Wayne was an absolute privilege.

The parties are all the same, whether it's my dad's side or my mom's side, it's pretty much the same.

I quickly became bored by their small talk, but out of social etiquette, I kept smiling.

But we didn't come early, only a few people entered after us, the host of the banquet seemed to be surnamed White, and he was entertaining guests with a girl.

In the crowd, Mr. White came towards us after seeing my dad. They greeted each other and shook hands. I followed their movements and let go of my dad's hand, and stood half a step back with downcast eyes.

Then he raised his eyes and met the girl who was following the host of the banquet from the opposite side.

The girl looks very well-behaved, blond, wearing a princess dress, about fifteen or sixteen years old, as delicate as a Barbie doll.She looked at me curiously, and when she saw me, she met her gaze, and gave me a shy smile.

"Hi, I'm Louise." I held out my hand to her.

"I'm Loren White." She shook my hand. "Welcome to my birthday party."

His voice is low, and he seems shy.

After the greetings, her father took her away, the banquet was about to begin, and they were going to host the banquet.

I followed my dad to find a corner and sat down. The others were very winking. After my dad expressed that he wanted to rest for a while, no one came up to bother him, so we just nestled in this corner and slacked off together.

Satisfied with the seemingly uneventful banquet so far, I took a glass of champagne from a passing waiter's tray.

Champagne tastes more like sparkling water, sweeter and less alcoholic.

But I haven't forgotten that I pour it in a glass, mainly holding it in my hand to pretend, and only drink one or two sips.

The banquet invited singers and bands to perform. It is said that Miss White's favorite band was specially invited for her birthday.

Just as I was watching the show, drinking some wine, and enjoying a peaceful banquet that my mother had never enjoyed in Gotham, there was a loud noise, and the banquet hall was plunged into darkness.

...Well, how should I put it.

People still have to believe in Murphy's theorem.