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

I don't know if my dad got words out of the mouths of those who broke in.

I was worried that my dad would ground me at home if he knew someone was watching for my life.

So I decided to act first.

As an undercover agent, Jason on the surface agreed to find someone he would cooperate with, but secretly cooperated with my plan to solve them together.

Apart from those who found him and those who went directly to Wayne Manor, I don't know if there are any other fish that slipped through the net in Gotham.

People who get it done are always super well behaved for the next few days, like me, that's what I am.

I have been a good baby at home quietly and obediently for six days. My dad seems to be very busy recently and he is not at home. I don’t know which one of his careers has a problem.

Alfred and I were alone in the house again.

— Ah, no.

Alfred would go out to relax from time to time, and it was just me, day and night, living alone in Wayne Manor as a house.

But this is not a big problem. Contemporary young people can stay in the room for a month with a mobile phone, a bowl of instant noodles and a bed. I have only been in a few days, and I haven’t finished reading the novels stored in my mobile phone. No idea of ​​going out yet.

The beginning of the semester and after finishing the mid-term homework are the most free time in the life of college students, so I have no psychological pressure to compress my sleep time and play mobile phones.

I don't know why I just picked up my phone and hours passed like that.

Obviously, I only read Yidiandian novels, and the time to sleep passed.

Stay up late, irregular work and rest, irregular diet.

What do these three add up to conjure?

Answer: It is mental trance, memory loss and pain during menstrual period.

The first is trance.

Although the rest of my family is very hellish, it's not that hellish.For me who takes online classes, of course, my schedule is a little bit more sinister-of course, except when there are neurotic criminals doing trouble outside.

But given that Gotham has been eerily calm recently, my schedule is still relatively dark.

I'm getting ready for class at [-]:[-] a.m. with my coffee mug in one hand and my phone in the other as I head to the kitchen to get some coffee.

The faint green light on the phone screen echoed my pale face and dark circles under my eyes.After bumping into Tim who came out of the study and walked two steps in front of me holding a coffee cup, he turned into two people who seemed to have kidney deficiency and floated faintly towards the kitchen coffee machine—I almost forgot, and A Tim from hell like me.

The two of us tacitly didn't spend time and effort to turn our heads to say hello to each other. Before there was no coffee to save our lives, neither of us might be able to turn our heads.

The trance is manifested when I pick up my coffee.

As soon as I put the coffee cup on the coffee machine, my whole head shut down instantly, and my eyes were empty, mechanically waiting for the coffee liquid to fill my coffee cup.

I heard Tim take a sip from his cup of coffee and let out a "come alive" sigh.

Not long after, I heard him sigh again, this time the sigh should contain helplessness or something.

I let my mind stop thinking, but my hand mechanically picked up the coffee cup and took a sip.

—It seems that he didn't drink anything.

I belatedly discovered this after the taste buds on my tongue gave no feedback.

Then Tim sighed again, took the coffee mug from my hand, and helped me get a cup of coffee.

"You just didn't press the button," he said.

Tim with his coffee is like a plugged-in doll, and he has some spare battery to talk to me—but I haven't hard-charged yet.

As he watched, I downed a cup of coffee.

The black coffee without milk and sugar is indeed very refreshing. After drinking it, I had a jolt, and my whole body was much more awake.

Under Tim's almost stunned expression, I dug out a sea bowl from the kitchen and put it on the coffee machine.

"!!!" Tim was startled.

"□□Eating too much will kill you!!!" He snatched the sea bowl from my hand with a very complicated expression.

Maybe, he was thinking: When Alfred satirized him for drinking too much coffee, he probably never thought that this sentence would come out of his mouth, right?

I don't know if he is really thinking about this, anyway, I have not yet experienced symptoms of death from coffee overdose.

Then comes memory loss.

I was really, really aware that my memory was failing.

——For example, now, Alfred asks me to help him bring the gardening shears to the garden and ask him to trim the long branches.

I ran back and forth between the garden and the utility room three times without success.

"Miss Louise." Alfred stopped me who was about to go to the utility room again, and sighed slowly, "I'll get it myself."

"It's time for you to take a good rest," he said.

Standing in front of the garden, I covered my face with my palms and took a deep breath.

Alfred was right, I really should get some sleep.

If this continues, it won't be surprising that one day I die suddenly while I'm in class.

While I was thinking about my life in front of the garden under the sun that rarely appeared in Gotham, Alfred came over with garden shears in one hand and a glass of milk in the other.

"Have some milk, Miss Louise," he said, "and go to sleep, and I'll wake you up after dinner."

I took the warm milk and took a deep breath under Alfred's gaze.

After drinking, he took the small handkerchief from Alfred and wiped the milk stains on his mouth, then hesitantly passed the small handkerchief back on his still outstretched hand.

Alfred took the handkerchief, but didn't take it back.

"Miss Louise, since your mobile phone is the culprit for your inability to catch up on sleep, before you go back to sleep, I think you can leave your mobile phone to me for safekeeping, right?" he said.

I reluctantly handed over my precious mobile phone, and then bid farewell to my mobile phone in three steps.

Who would have thought that a person in his 20s would have his cell phone confiscated by his parents for staying up late playing with it.

Oh oh oh!

Finally, there is the pain brought about by the onset of menstrual period.

This is something I never expected. The menstrual period came very suddenly without any warning.

...which is actually not unexpected.

Usually, my menstrual period is very irregular. For this day that has never been fixed, my body will usually send out other warnings to tell me that my menstrual period is coming.

Such as low back pain and irritability.

But this time I don't know if it was caused by staying up late and eating irregularly, this time there was no warning.

Just when I went back to the room to catch up on sleep and fell asleep, it suddenly came to visit me.

At this time, I was already asleep. In the cold early spring, the heated room was warm, and there was no interference from the mobile phone. I just wanted to play with the mobile phone and didn’t want to sleep, so I fell asleep with a small blanket on my body. caught.

Then, there is the pain that suddenly visits in the dream.

I opened my eyes in confusion, my lower abdomen hurt like a knife, I tried to raise my hand, only to find that I didn't have much strength in my hand.

I could feel cold sweat all over my body. In the warm room, the clothes on my back and the hair on my forehead were wet with cold sweat, which showed the extent of the pain.

I usually have pain during my menstrual period, but it's not as painful as today.

I propped myself up with a bit of strength in my hands, trying to find my life-saving painkillers in the drawer of the bedside cabinet.

Although I know that it is best to take painkillers before the pain, but who would have thought that the pain would be so sudden today?

After enduring the pain and standing up, I realized that not only my hands were weak, but my legs were also weak.

Shaking, I simply sat down on the ground, buried my head and looked through the medicine in the drawer.

The water in the water cup on the cabinet was already cold, so I didn't care so much, so I took the medicine with the cold water.

This time, damn it, why is it so painful! ! !

After taking the medicine, I simply lay down on the ground.

Anyway, I don’t have the strength to climb into bed again, and the floor is covered with carpets. It’s better to wait for someone to come to me and then let someone help me up, or wait for the effect of painkillers to gradually appear, and I will be able to turn myself into bed when the pain is gone. up.

I was lying on the ground, the pain of my menstrual period and the lack of sleep were stuck in my mind and I didn't know whether I should be so sleepy that I couldn't feel the pain or I should be so painful that I couldn't sleep.

commit crimes.

Is it because there was no pain last time, so we all saved together?

When can Alfred come and ask me to eat...

I slowly closed my eyes and lost consciousness while thinking about messy things in my mind.

I don't know if I fell asleep because of sleepiness or passed out because of the pain.

-

When I woke up again, I was already in bed.

I had a drip on the back of my left hand, and the medicine was hanging in front of my sight. The bottle containing the medicine was shaken by the infusion tube with the movement of my hand, and I stared at the medicine bottle in a daze.

Just, so did I get dizzy or fell asleep?

That was on my mind when Alfred pushed the door open and walked in.

I don't know if it's the drowsiness and the pain that made me not clear minded. Under Alfred's gaze, I asked out the doubts in my heart.

... to suffer.

"Now that you know where your problem is, don't do it again next time." The elderly housekeeper sighed, but finally he didn't say anything like accusing me of not paying attention to my body.

I lay on the bed and nodded like a chicken pecking rice.

Alfred came up to help me put a pillow behind me and helped me sit up.

The weakness in hands and feet caused by the severe pain has not been relieved, and I guess I have not lost consciousness for a long time.

"I heard glass shattering in your room," said Alfred.

So he knocked on my door and asked me what happened.

Then I passed out by then, and of course Alfred didn't hear from me.

Realizing that something was wrong, he pushed the door in - I don't have the habit of locking the door when I sleep, because locking the door can certainly block some dangers, but it will also prevent me from running away at critical moments - and he saw me lying on the ground with an expression on my face. Pale and covered in cold sweat.

So Alfred came up to test my vital signs and called the family doctor for me.