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

Hello everyone, I am Yi Lusi, and today is the end of my third month of online classes in Gotham.

Today I finally got the news from the school.

The school's teaching equipment has been built, the teaching building has been fully renovated, and the reconstruction of the entire school has been completed at a speed that I didn't expect.

In the past three months, I have experienced kidnapping, attacks, and all kinds of things that tried to kill me, but I survived strong.

Now I declare!

I!Yi Lusi is the protagonist of a new generation of inspirational novels!

applaud!

——However, we are not going back to school immediately!

Our classmates are from all over the world, and there are also foreign students. If you want to go back to school immediately, it is impossible.

Not to mention whether the ticket can be bought immediately, but it will take a while to pack the luggage.Therefore, we will officially return to school next Monday.

Now on Wednesday, there are still four days before school starts, and I bought a ticket to go back the day after tomorrow.

It takes a day to fight jet lag, a day to buy essentials for my ruined dorm, and then go back to the dorm to pack things up, at least three days.

I was on a plane and mixed with jet lag, and the ticket for the day after tomorrow was just right.

——And today, what I have to do is pack my luggage!

"I mean, since you have so many things, why don't you take a suitcase?" Jason helped me press the suitcase, and watched me struggling to pull the zipper speechlessly.

He was called by me today to help pack.

He's the only homeless person in the family for the time being, Tim is the CEO who goes up and down millions every minute, my dad is still up, Damian goes to class, Dick is a social animal in Bludhaven, Alfred— Please, can you bear to let an old man do some heavy work for you?Even if this old man can hit ten at a time.

"I only brought one suitcase." I said innocently.

"Won't you buy another one, little princess?" he said.

"What a waste of money." I said, "Since I brought these things in a suitcase when I came here, it must be fine to go back!"

"Don't pull it up!" Jason said angrily.

He rolled his eyes and gave up helping me press the box.

With no one to help press it, the zipper I pulled up with difficulty bounced back.

"Get out of the way, let me see what you packed up." He waved his hand, motioning for me to give him the seat.

I squatted and moved two steps to the side to make room for him.

Jason flung open my suitcase and fell silent.

"This fucking..." He pointed at my suitcase and didn't know what to say for a while.

"No, don't you know how to fold clothes?" He questioned, "At least half of the space will be saved when a piece of clothing is folded. It's no wonder you can stuff it in!"

"...I folded it." I weakly pleaded for myself, "It just messed up when it couldn't close."

"Can you learn to use the space reasonably?" He said helplessly.

Scolding, scolding, he still started to help me fold the clothes one by one.

Strange to say, how did he clean up?

Why are so many things crammed into it?

Does he have some sort of magic to organize things?

I wondered, and then I asked.

"Is it possible that this skill is all practiced on you?" He asked me, "Shouldn't you reflect on the fact that you are a waste of life?"

oh oh!

He helped me pack the small suitcases I brought with me every time I went out on missions. It turns out that this is how the craftsmanship was developed!

"Then you have to thank me." I nodded and said, "Do you see how well I have raised you?"

This suitcase was originally packed by my mother for me.

Alas... Except for me, everyone around me has a pair of skillful hands.

"You're ashamed to say it." He smiled inexplicably twice, and put the last item in the suitcase.

"All right."

He clapped his hands, helped me stand up the suitcase, and then asked me: "Just this one? Is there nothing else?"

"There are still some books in the study room, for class." I said.

Then my enthusiastic brother Jason helped me put the books into boxes one by one.

It's like a box of books and a suitcase.

When I came to Gotham, I didn’t bring many things. Every month in Gotham, brands would send new season clothes. The large cloakroom in my room was already half full, and many of the hang tags hadn’t been removed yet. .

Of course, these don't need to be taken away, I only need to bring a few pieces of clothes that I usually wear.

Moreover, I chose to pack my luggage today because I want to check it back early. Then I can just go to the courier point in the school to pick it up. I can carry it by myself if I am strong.

"Did the door-to-door delivery call?" Jason asked me.

"I'm calling, I'm coming to the door soon." I nodded quickly.

"Okay." He said, "Then I'll help you put these two boxes at the door."

He lifted the box containing the books.

In May, the weather has warmed up.

There's still a chill in the Gotham air, and I'm still wearing a light jacket.But Jason has already put on short sleeves, and I appreciate his smooth arm muscle lines because he is young and not afraid of the cold.

His height is 1.8 meters three without water, and his body proportions are very good. Coupled with shoes, it gives people a stronger visual impression.

He is the kind of strong American man, he looks very big, the muscles on his arms are very beautiful, strong and smooth, and the bulging lines on his hands when he wears short sleeves and carries things make me unable to look away.

However, a good horse never turns back!

I told myself that, and tore my vision off Jason's arm.

In fact, the lines of his arms are the best when he hits someone.

After losing sight of him, I thought again.

Aesthetics of violence is my eternal god.

After realizing what the hell was going on in my head, I said to myself three times in my head, "A good horse never turns back".

Don't be greedy when you break up!

I despise myself.

It must be spring, I thought deeply.

Slumped on the sofa in the study, I emptied my mind.

Although there are not many things, it is tiring to pack them up.

So when my mind was empty, I accidentally closed my eyes and fell asleep accidentally.

When I woke up again, it was already three in the afternoon.

I slept for a full two and a half hours and slept through lunch, so I woke up hungry.

When I woke up, I saw a white mass in front of my eyes. I took it off and saw that it was a piece of post-it note.

This post-it note was glued to my forehead, and there was a line written on it flying around. It was not signed, but the handwriting could be seen as Jason.

[I pressed the phone for you, and the item was sent out for you, no thanks. 】

I put away the note paper, got up from the sofa and stretched.

The bones on his body creaked.

Although I am not tired after a good night's sleep, it is a bit uncomfortable to fall asleep on the sofa.

I hammered my sore neck and decided to eat something and lie down on the massage chair for a while.

When I got to the massage room, I saw Tim.

He is also lying on the massage chair.

"Louise." He saw me.

"Eh? Tim, you're here too." I was surprised.

"Aldred said to combine work and rest..." He said quietly, and it seemed that he was driven to rest because he stayed up too late.

"Grandpa Fu is right." I nodded in agreement, "You can soak your feet more even in cold weather."

We only chatted for a few words, and then went on to enjoy the massage.

I have to say, this set of massage chairs works really well - and of course the price is very nice.

After pressing for half an hour, I felt that I was much more relaxed.

If I didn't want to go out, it would be more comfortable to find a massage therapist, and the effect would be better.

Tim's massage chair is on a softer mode, and soothing music is playing in the massage room.When I greeted him at first, he was still holding his mobile phone and dragging his two dark circles to deal with work there. Now when I look back, he has fallen asleep with his mobile phone in his arms.

The environment is really comfortable.

Don't talk about him, I just woke up here and I'm sleepy again.

I didn't have class in the evening, so I decided to sleep in for a while.

After sleeping for another half an hour, when I woke up again, I suddenly found that most of the day had passed.

……how so?

I have to do something meaningful to fill my day.

I made up my mind in this way.

I walked out of the massage room softly, fumbling left and right, but in the end I didn't find anything meaningful to do.

——Then I nestled on the sofa, took out my phone, and clicked on a question-and-answer software.

Since I have nothing to do at home, I will help people answer questions online!

I clicked on one of the questions and read it confidently.

...and found that I couldn't give any practical advice.

I didn't give up, and turned down again.

Eventually, I dug out a question I could answer.

[Question: What kind of experience is it like to take online classes in Gotham?Supplementary question: Online classes are too boring. I heard that Gotham is very interesting, so I want some interesting answers! 】

I know this!

I write my answer with confidence!

[——Thank you for the invitation, I am in Gotham, the clown is carrying out a terrorist attack outside, and my online class live broadcast line has been hacked again.

The online class experience is extremely poor. According to the probability of such a terrorist attack, I don’t need to pass the exam directly-because the school stipulates that one-third of the absenteeism will be disqualified from the exam.

Damn aliens.

By the way, when will the group of sb in Arkham die suddenly on the spot :)]