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

The task of investigating the clown and the cunning rabbit is not going very well.

My dad seems to have made some progress, but I don't know the details.

Because my midterm exam is coming.

There are two courses in the mid-term, one paper and one exam, and there is still a basic English for law that is not finished but still has a mid-term exam.The imminent exam is obviously more important than the cunning rabbit who doesn't know what he is doing, so I dropped the investigation in my hand and planned to squat in the room for a week to concentrate on preparing for the exam.

Alfred let me concentrate on my exam preparation, and he and my dad took care of the rest that might disturb my exam.

Thanks to my family members who are considerate of me, I eat, drink, sleep well every day, trying to speed up a subject in a week.

To be honest, although my English is not bad, but the basic English of law, which belongs to professional English, may be more difficult than ordinary English.

Hmm...Come on, Yi Lusi, you can do it.

In this way, I was reviewing—maybe it can be said to be previewing—while I was fishing to write my thesis, and I went through the knowledge points in the textbook in a week, and thus ushered in my online mid-term exam.

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But the online exam is not the most lively and important thing in this midterm exam week.

April 26th, Saturday, the weather was cloudy.

At this time, I just woke up. I have an exam from 01:30 to 03:30 in the morning this morning. At four o'clock after the exam, I put down my phone and lay on the bed.

At ten o'clock in the morning, I arrived from my big soft and expensive bed, and got out of bed with my warm quilt in my arms.

At 10:30, I really got up, went to the bathroom, brushed my teeth and washed my face, and then went out to have breakfast.

On a Saturday at 10:30, I'm normally left with the empty Wayne Mansion.

Because my dad hasn't woken up at this point, and Tim has no class on Saturday, and the company is on holiday, so it's rare to be able to sleep in.

So I opened my door very leisurely, and stepped out of the door with one foot.

It was at this moment that a gust of wind flew in front of me.

Tim flew right past me without changing his pajamas, heading straight for my dad's study.

Immediately afterwards, my dad also rushed out of the room, and also went straight to the study.

2 minutes later, the roar of the Batmobile sounded - to be honest, at their speed, I suspect that the clothes have not been changed yet.

——Alfred and I are the only living people in this family.And Alfred, he excused himself and went down to the Batcave.

So at this time, I am the only one left in Wayne Manor on the ground.

I bite into my breakfast sandwich and turn on the living room TV, which is playing the news.

Fittingly, it's Gotham local news.

[The following is an urgent news report: 15 minutes ago, an outbreak occurred in Arkham Asylum. Several prisoners escaped from Arkham and fled to the city, including the famous super criminal Mr. Freeze, Poison Ivy and Double-Face Wait... citizens who hope to find traces of escaped prisoners should call the police in time to protect their own safety.Now the on-site reporter is broadcasting the situation in the urban area for us. 】

Uh, how should I put it.

It was the first time I saw such a big scene.

The giant plants and vines in the air are waving arrogantly. There are no people walking on the ground. Those who can run have run away. Those who can’t run have passed out or died. There are still people taking advantage of the chaos to rob. It was smashed, the counter was opened wide, and someone was carrying money in a backpack, and the "zero dollar purchase" happened in a chaotic place.

Someone below is carrying a rocket launcher trying to shoot at the reporter's helicopter hovering in the air.

One hit missed, and the explosion exploded in the air, shattering the glass on many tall buildings.

Chaos was unfolding in this urban area, and the various police stations in Gotham sent manpower to support, and the sirens on the street blared together.

I finished the sandwich in my hand, took my still warm milk and transferred to the Batcave.

Alfred is sitting in front of the computer, the main console in the Batcave is connected to the communicators of the city vigilantes who are fighting outside, and Alfred is even remotely controlling the Batmobile.

"Maybe you need my help?" I asked.

"No, no need." It wasn't Alfred who answered me, but my dad who was still on the Batmobile and was rushing to the city.

"Okay." I shrugged and asked again, "Then can I stay in the Batcave?"

"Of course, Miss Louise." It was Alfred this time, and he motioned for me to sit on the stool next to him.

Alfred is busy right now, he's remotely piloting the Batmobile—did I just say that?

I mean, my dad probably didn't really have time to change, so he rushed into the Batmobile with his Batman uniform.

Now Alfred is driving remotely, maybe they are changing clothes in the Batmobile.

Otherwise, you can't tell me that they sleep in vigilante uniforms to deal with emergencies, right?

Think about it and know that it is impossible!

I sat in the chair next to Alfred and watched him drive the Batmobile with miraculous driving skills, and quickly rushed to the center of the battle with the city vigilante in the car.

His driving route looks super familiar, I wonder if practice makes perfect.

Judging from the satellite map, the driving map of the Batmobile is infinitely close to a straight line. Except where there are buildings, otherwise it is rough to take the shortest straight line between two points.

I don't know how rough the Batmobile is, but I am willing to give it the title of "tank in a four-wheeled vehicle" at this time.

Because it looks really strong.

From Wayne Manor to the urban area, if you take the normal speed and normal route, it will take half an hour's drive at the fastest, because Wayne Manor is on Wayne Island, and Wayne Island is located on the outskirts of Gotham, not on the border of Gotham. city.

Furthermore, the land around Wayne Island is actually the private property of the Wayne family.

Therefore, Wayne Manor is a certain distance from the downtown area of ​​Gotham City.

However, under Alfred's operation, the Batmobile took the snake's skin and galloped across various terrains.

In just 10 minutes, the Batmobile has brought my dad here to the urban area, and is infinitely close to the center of the battle.

And then there's Tim.

His Batplane.

The Batplane arrived at the battlefield in a straight line. Although it didn't start earlier than the Batmobile, Tim arrived a little earlier than the Batmobile because he walked in a straight line.

I am still watching the real-time situation in downtown Gotham on the Internet, and the main console in the Batcave has also called up the real-time monitoring of the urban area.

The Gotham reporter, who is not afraid of death, even carried the equipment on the helicopter to live broadcast the scene for everyone in real time, trying to grab the first-hand news for himself.

Who can see it and not boast of dedication?

Combined with real-time reports from multiple sources, I also grasped the dynamics of the urban area without leaving home—the netizens in Gotham even recorded the time when Batman arrived at the scene, accurate to the second .

"B, I am now controlling the Batplane to spray herbicides, please pay attention to the situation of Poison Ivy." Tim's calm voice came out in the multi-person communication channel.

"Be careful not to be hit by vines." My dad also calmly reminded me of the precautions.

Batman and his assistants have cooperated countless times, and they are familiar with each other and cooperate with each other tacitly.

The Bat Department vigilantes and the police are busy on the front line of the battlefield, the medical staff are taking care of the wounded in the rear, and volunteers and enthusiastic citizens are also helping to take care of the injured due to this incident.

The picture on the screen is actually not neat, and it looks chaotic because of various flying vines and damaged building wreckage, but there is some strange order revealed in this chaos.

Although some people smashed the glass of street shops with hammers to rob, but there were also people with guns guarding the wounded in the rear.

While some faced death for this massive escape, many more were safely housed.

The scenes revealed in the chaos seemed not so chaotic, and the city that was said to be hopeless in the rumors didn't seem to be that bad either.

This feeling is like seeing a beam of light shining in when surrounded by thick fog.

Some people took advantage of the chaos to do evil, and some took advantage of the chaos to escape.

The chaotic scene lasted for three or four hours before it gradually calmed down.

One police car after another came and drove away. The nurse who rescued the wounded was interviewed by the reporter. The police detective, who was in a hurry and looked disheartened, impatiently pushed away the camera and microphone that were on his face, and went to the rescue again.

I was in the Batcave for almost three hours.

It wasn't until the urgency of the situation eased a little that Alfred really breathed a sigh of relief.

He made a cup of black tea for himself, and chatted with me casually.

Perhaps because of the environment and the atmosphere, Alfred rarely talked with me about his views on my dad being Batman.

It turned out that to my surprise, Alfred unexpectedly disagreed with my dad being Batman.

"Batman is a vigilante for Gotham City, a rare redemption, and the only hope. He is very important to Gotham." Alfred told me this after turning off the radio here .

"But..." He paused and sighed deeply, "Bruce Wayne is my young master, a friend, and even more my relative."

"No old man who loves his family deeply can support his family members to do some dangerous night extreme sports without objection."

I sensed some of Alfred's concern for his family in his words.

Not only my dad, but every vigilante flying outside is cared about by this old man.

This kind of concern is very heavy, which belongs to the weight of love.

They will feel guilty for this, but they still throw themselves into this dangerous family business without hesitation.