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

I took a class in the Batcave on the Batcomputer for a week until I could take notes on whatever news I heard.

The mayor of Gotham was invited by several big bosses, and tremblingly, he resisted the pressure to allocate a large sum of money to repair the signal tower during these appointments.

Let's put it this way, in today's information digitalization, what does it mean to have no network and signals?

It means that a group loses several million in one minute.

Whether it's on the □□ or on the white road, the whole of Gotham is losing money because of this idiot who blew up the signal tower.

His end is bleak visible to the naked eye.

Anyway, in Jason’s words, “I’ve never seen such unity in Gotham. The court quickly accepted the case and sentenced him. day time".

In addition to the Wayne Group, other families and businesses in Gotham also contributed money to help Gotham restore the signal. With the support of money, the technicians hired worked overtime to repair the signal tower, and finally restored most of Gotham after seven days. Signal.

The rich and powerful families in Gotham held some excited banquets, and they invited each other, which caused my dad to go around the banquet for several days.

My dad is miserable.

After I lamented my dad's busy schedule, he threw a party and prepared to drag us down with a wave of his hand.

"Birthday party? Whose birthday party?" This was me who happened to pass by and overheard the conversation between my dad and Alfred.

"It's your birthday party." My dad replied.

...Ah, my birthday is coming up.

April [-]th, my birthday, I just remembered this.

Birthday banquets, derivative programs of birthdays, mainly exist in wealthy and big families. They can be organized or not. The main purpose is banquets rather than birthdays.

Obviously, my dad's birthday party wasn't about my birthday, but an excuse to hold a party.

After all, the whole of Gotham is holding a banquet, and Bruce Wayne, a playboy, is obviously going to join in the fun in the eyes of outsiders.

So when the time comes, as the nominal protagonist in the banquet, I can't sneak out of the banquet yet.

What human suffering is this!

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The dress and skirt are beautiful, the makeup I put on today is also beautiful, the eight-centimeter high heels are also beautiful, and the handsome and beautiful brothers and sisters are even more beautiful.

But it's exhausting.

The birthday banquet was held in a five-star hotel under the Wayne Group. The scope of the banquet was set on several floors. The hall was the place where the host and the guests mingled with each other. There were two floors of rooms above for the accommodation of the guests.

I toasted behind my dad, my dad was in charge of talking to other people, and I was in charge of standing behind my dad and saying "ah yes yes yes".

This kind of banquet held for entertainment is especially popular with reporters. I met several people who introduced me, but unfortunately the one who finally won the exclusive interview was Planet Daily.

Two people came to Planet Daily, both are well-known and powerful reporters, a man and a woman, the lady is also called Louise, and they look very capable.

The man looks more ordinary, wearing a pair of black-framed glasses, tall but not as aggressive as the lady, looks very gentle, what is his name Kent.

It is said that he has won several interviews with my dad.

But my dad and his relationship do seem to be pretty good, and he was quite familiar when he introduced it to me.

Besides the reporters, there were also Stark, Lex, and Quinn who came.

An open superhero, a super criminal who openly opposes Superman, and a millionaire from Star City.

I took a step back and looked at my dad who was having a good time talking with them, and then at my brothers and sisters who were scattered around, and I really felt that today's banquet was a little too concentrated on superheroes.

"...Louise is my daughter, and she usually lives abroad with her mother." My dad talked about me to them, "It's rare to come to Gotham, and it happens to be a birthday, so it's better to hold it in a more formal place. Let her recognize someone."

While waving the champagne in my hand in a daze, I just want to find a place to squat until the banquet is over.

"Ruth, let's go, I'll take you to meet my friends."

It was Jason who finally pulled me out of the rich people's chat.

"Old man, I took it away." Jason said to my dad.

After speaking, he dragged my arm and went to the sofa in the corner.

I can still vaguely hear my dad saying to others: "Young people will feel bored if they toast with me."

Thanks, Dad, you're not old yet.

You can still beat up the whole Gotham punks in tights by yourself, don't be old-fashioned and lament indiscriminately here.

Knowing friends is an excuse. In the end, Jason took me to a lounge where Tim and Dick were sleeping on their backs. Damian was not there. Speaking of which, I saw him all the time except not long after the banquet started. Yes, I haven't seen him at other times, and I don't know what to do.

I sat down in a seat where no one was sitting, and kicked off my eight-centimeter high heels.

The toes and heels, where there will be friction when walking, have been slightly worn and red. I rubbed my ankles, took a blanket to cover my legs, and spread it on the single sofa with confidence.

After Jason brought me in, he lowered his head and fiddled with the phone, maybe he was dealing with something, or maybe he was playing a small game.

I didn't care about him that much, I adjusted my posture and closed my eyes.

How should I put it, the current scene is a bit like "stealing half a day's leisure".

Perhaps this kind of rest time squeezed out can really make people fall asleep very quickly, just like the kind of rest time that I worked hard to win, I quickly fell asleep lying on my back like them.

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When I opened my eyes again, I was awakened.

Out of a sense of danger, I opened my eyes.

Not getting enough sleep but being interrupted and woken up forcefully can be very painful.

I am now, not only in psychological pain, but also in physical pain. I have a headache now.

However, the person who made me feel dangerous didn't seem to be able to understand my pain and headache at the same time, so today I played very hard.

The person who disturbed my sleep was a man in the clothes of a hotel waiter. He pushed a small trolley containing snacks and drinks, and knocked slowly on the door of the lounge where we were.

Since there were four people in the lounge, three of them were sleeping with their eyes closed, so it was Jason who opened the door.

Their conversation wasn't loud, at least it wouldn't wake me up, but the moment Jason opened the door, I sensed danger.

Standing up to look, Dick and Tim also opened their eyes and sat up.

When Jason was talking to the waiter, he even put his hands behind his back and touched the gun that was pinned to his waist and was blocked by his clothes. .

"Sir, I have indeed received a notice to bring food and drinks here. Do you want to sign for it?" The waiter who was about the same size as Jason spoke very gently.

"No need, we haven't ordered here." Jason rejected the food from unknown sources.

"Sir, if I just take the things back like this, my wages will be deducted, sir..." He continued to plead in a low voice.

"Then you can eat it yourself. If you ask me, I will tell you that Wayne gave it to you." Jason interrupted the waiter who couldn't understand human language impatiently, and his tone was quite fierce.

Just when we were about to walk over to see what was going on, I vaguely heard the sound of "Didi" covered by the human voice from the banquet outside.

I frowned strangely, glanced at Dick and Tim who were standing not far from me, and asked them hesitantly, "Did you hear anything?"

After my words fell, the other three people in the room looked at each other and moved quickly.

The waiter was subdued by Jason with two moves, and the small cart containing food was kicked out forcefully by him, spinning its wheels and rolling away.

"Didi—boom!"

The rolling cart exploded not far away, and the window facing the door behind it also shattered with the sound of the explosion. Dick and Tim met a man in night clothes who came in through the shattered window .

Between fists and fists, I took out a knife from a corner of the room.

I don't know which guest stayed here before, anyway, I use it very smoothly now.

There is still a big difference between having a weapon and not having a weapon. After getting a weapon, my combat effectiveness can soar a lot.

More and more people broke into the small lounge, and I don't know what they are here for, kidnapping hostages to threaten my dad?

There were screams from outside the door, and someone from the banquet should have broken in. I don't know what happened, but the four of us were trapped in this small room by the crowd tactics.

"Why are there so many fucking people?" I cursed, and then I was grabbed by Dick and staggered.

Almost the second I left where I was standing, a bullet flew in through the window and hit the wall behind where I was standing.

The bullets that flew in from outside from time to time, together with the killers in the room, mostly came towards me.

More and more people fell on the ground, and the four of us knocked down different people--Dick and Tim's men were still breathing, Jason shot one by one, and I chopped down the ground.

The bullets from the sniper in the distance still hit me, and fewer and fewer people came in, as if someone was helping outside.

In the end, we cooperated with each other-as if it should not be said-and finally left the crowded lounge.

The people who participated in the banquet outside ran away, as if the people who broke in had no intention of attacking them, they were all pushing towards me, the police surrounded the outside, Batman and Batgirl broke in while cleaning the banquet hall outside The people who came, Iron Man shot one by one, and Superman didn't know when he appeared at the banquet - did someone call Superman?

...Well, how should I put it.

There are so many superheroes at this banquet, and there are more superheroes than I imagined.

The person fell to the ground, I clutched the wound on my shoulder and fell silent facing the mess in the banquet.

In the whole banquet, I was the one who was injured the most. Dick, who was fighting with me, had skin injuries. Only my shoulder was pierced by a bullet, and my blood was still flowing happily.

I sincerely sighed in my heart-I am a good cook!