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

Zilbach, he was a god-man in every sense of the word.

I mean-

"Hello, Mr. Wayne, my name is Zierbach, and I'm Ruth's friend, just call me Qi." Zierbach didn't wear his pretentious sunglasses today, but instead trimmed his forehead hair It was neatly brushed up with hairspray, and combed into a slightly casual big back.

He looks handsome, and his face has always been the kind that is pleasing to aunts and other women. He is a little older, but the collagen on his face has not lost much. beauty needles.

But compared to his pleasing face, his words are not very pleasing.

"Mr. Wayne, I see that your eyes are blue and black, and you lack energy. You have committed a villain recently."

I forgot to mention that Zierbaha claims to be a talented student who graduated from a Taoist academy. His main business is setting up a stall under the bridge to paste mobile phone film and fortune-telling, and his side job is what he is doing now.

My dad was obviously taken aback when he heard what he said.

"What does Mr. Qi mean? Is this magical oriental learning?"

"Listen to me." He took two steps forward, and grabbed my father's shoulders, "I saw that your face is dark, your face is pale, and your face is stained with black dust. I am afraid that you have been bankrupt recently. Bar?"

"That's right! Mr. Qi, how do you know? Can you see anything else?" My dad had an excited expression on his face, and he grabbed Zierbaha's hand and pulled him to the sofa beside him.

I just watched the two of them fooling each other.

My father, the black face is from staying up all night, the lack of energy is pretending, the pale face is because Alfred just poured a glass of vegetable juice, as for the money——

I don't know if he's talking about the mess at the Wayne Hotel banquet that everyone in Gotham knows, or the fact that a lot of money was invested in the repair of the signal tower, or, if there is something really, it was a few days ago The Batmobile that drove into the ditch at night.

I was distracted for a while, and when I listened to them again, what I heard was that he was talking more and more outrageous.

What "I watched the sky at night and found that Ruth is very dangerous today", "Gotham will be in chaos in the near future", "I'm afraid you will also have a bloody disaster".

It's a bunch of nonsense, nonsense, and deceitful words to confuse bats!

"Brother Qi, don't fool my dad." I interrupted him loudly, and then two people stared at me.

"Don't spoil my reputation. I am known as Qi Banxian on Hengqiao. Everyone loves me very much." Zierbaha said.

... Hengqiao, the name of the bridge under which he set up a stall.

"Ah, yes, yes, you are famous." I followed his words, "Then it's not appropriate for you to read my dad's fortune for free, right? Don't ruin your reputation."

Zierbaha said: "I have a predestined relationship with Mr. Wayne, and you happen to be my sister. Talking about money hurts feelings."

At this time, I was very afraid that his next sentence would be: monks don’t talk about money, they talk about yuan.

However, this terrible situation did not happen, and I watched the two of them chatting again after interrupting their conversation to no avail.

No, Dad, what are you planning to listen to him fooling around?

I'm baffled.

Zilbach fooled my dad, had another meal at Wayne Manor, and got a lot of snacks from me, then patted his ass and left.

Why bother?It's just a meal, and I have to fool my dad.

Although I know that my dad shouldn't be fooled by him anyway, and these two guys are more likely to be playing each other, but I still don't understand.

After dinner, I went back to catch up on PPT and midterm papers. Several of my group reports were held in the same week. Still a little busy.

There is another class at [-]:[-] tonight. Before the class, I will send out the PPT to familiarize the team members who are going to speak on stage. The mid-term paper will also be written tonight, but the current progress is only [-]% .

How should I put it, blame me for procrastinating everything until the last.

...Anyway, the current me is a me who spends my life on homework.

One night, a cup of coffee, a computer, a miracle.

PPT is not difficult to make, just sort out the information collected by other members of the group, then find a template to copy and paste it, sort out the catalog and divide it into categories, and it can be done in less than an hour.

More than half an hour is still used to sort out the data.

After sorting out the materials, I found a template that fit the theme of the speech very well. As a distinguished VIP user, I don't worry about what to do if the template cannot be used by non-VIP users.

One by one, I found the most suitable PPT for the material from the many master styles, then carefully set the layout, and finally put the end page, and carefully marked "thank you".

Then when I typed the last letter and was about to click save, the computer froze.

It's that kind of weird card, my computer's cooling fan didn't even make any noise, how could it suddenly get stuck?

Then, the frozen computer flashed a splash screen as I watched.

Black and white screens came in turn until the computer screen went completely black.

I held the mouse that I hadn't had time to press save, and I fell into a sluggish state.

I!of! P! P! T!

I haven't saved yet...!

I tapped my computer in desperation, then pulled out my phone to see if there was cloud backup.

As a result, after I took a picture, the speaker that comes with the computer made a little noise.

It's similar to the "hey hey hey" when someone is trying the microphone, and there is a little bit of the unique sound of the microphone.

What the hell!

I looked at the computer with a black screen in front of me, and an ominous premonition flashed in my heart.

Couldn't the fuck be some psychopath creating his so-called art again?

save!Life!

help me!Save my PPT, save my online class career, save the good impression of Gotham left in my mind when I was a child! ! !

The clown said: "I don't, hee hee~"

Yes, it was the clown who did the trick.

The black screen of the computer screen disappeared, a hand appeared on the screen, took out something unknown, and the screen appeared in front of the screen.

I'm guessing it's a lens cap or something.

After the picture appeared in front of the screen, a woman tied to a chair came into view.

The woman looked very frail, in a light-colored dress, and she was crying like rain.

Looking behind the woman, you can see many people who were squatting on the ground and holding their heads with guns pointed at by people wearing clown masks.

A clown in a purple suit circles behind the camera and stands behind the bound woman.

He put his hands on the woman's shoulders, then patted them hard again, a huge grin spread across his oil-painted face.

"Hey, can you see me? Citizens of Gotham." The clown's unique voice came from the speakers on the computer, and the woman tied up by him seemed to faint from fright, and she turned upside down Roll eyes.

"Oh, this beautiful lady, don't be afraid, Mr. Clown is a gentleman." The clown praised himself shamelessly.

He looked like he wanted to comfort the frightened woman, but the woman seemed even more frightened after hearing his soothing words.

To give an adjective, listening to the clown is like hearing the sound of a poisonous snake in the rainforest.

So don't blame the woman, right?

But the Joker doesn't seem to think so.

After he finished speaking, he waited patiently for a minute, as if he wanted to wait for the woman to finish crying and adjust his emotions.

However, the woman has been sobbing, and this time it seems that she is about to recite it.

After 1 minute passed, the clown showed an impatient expression on his face facing the camera.

The woman tied to the chair with her back to the clown is unconscious.

"Hey lady, do you know?" The clown patted the woman's shoulder vigorously again, scaring the people under him to tremble, but he didn't care.

"When I was little, my mother used to say to me: 'Boy, you should make people happy'." He picked up a dagger and played it in his hand. "She's a rotten person, but I think she has a point in what she said."

"Now, I'm a clown." He pulled the woman's face hard, pulling a smile on her face.

"So, why so serious?"

Almost as soon as he said these words, the woman tied in front of the chair let out a short scream, but as soon as the scream came out, her mouth was tightly covered by the clown.

Instead of covering it up, the clown inserted the dagger into the woman's mouth, cutting an upward arc with force.

It should be that the severe pain caused the woman to faint, her head drooped, and then the clown grabbed her hair and fixed it at an angle.

"Look, this lady, what a charming smile she has on her face." The clown admired his masterpiece fascinatedly, then raised his head and took a few steps back.

"Let me guess, do you in front of the screen think that I want to play some exciting games with the little bat?" The clown held the dagger that had just seen blood, and spoke to the camera self-consciously, "No, no No, you guessed wrong."

"Mr. Clown's life is not only about bats, but also about you dear." With a smile on his face, he took a few steps back and forth in front of the camera.

Then he changed his voice: "I heard that some of my gadgets were taken by the naughty Nygma."

"He found a newcomer from Gotham one step earlier than me, and he was beaten black and blue."

What he said almost made me feel that there was some solidarity and friendship among the prisoners of Arkham.

But just as I had this thought, I saw the clown put his white gloved hand next to his ear.

"What? Am I mad?"

"No no no, of course I'm not mad, it's very funny isn't it?" he said. "Poor Riddler lay in Arkham with blood all over his face for a week and Mister Clown was very happy."

"Dear newcomer, you avenged the poor Mr. Clown, so Mr. Clown decided to give you a big gift in return!"

"Do you think this newcomer prefers money or your lives?" The clown pointed the dagger in his hand at a row of people squatting behind them with their heads in their hands.

"Mr.J!" A voice came from behind the camera, "I like you more!"

"Oh, I didn't ask you." The clown made a silent gesture.

He waited for a moment, but no one answered his question.

"Huh? No one answered?" He made an exaggerated disappointed expression on his face, "Mr. Clown is very sad."

He threw the dagger in his hand vigorously in one direction.

With a bang, the dagger brushed one of the men's heads and nailed it to the wall.

The person next to him was frightened, he raised his hand, and the person wearing the clown mask raised his gun with his movements.

Accompanied by his pointing movements, several muzzles moved with his fingers. In this high-pressure and high-risk situation, someone finally opened his mouth.

"I, I think it's money."

With a "bang" gunshot, the man's blood splashed on the face of the person next to him.

"Mr. Clown has no money," he said.

"I have a beautiful and gorgeous gift, not for the newcomers, but for you dear ones."