[Zhongyingmei] How difficult is it to become a reliable adult

April, Lianne, Iris Jr., and Jay all exchanged Facebook accounts, and made an appointment to log on and play games together when they had time.

This "time" is very far away from her, because soon she will go to Ron to receive training and learn how to control her abilities, and there will not be much time for fun.

Before the training started, Dick confiscated Aprily's cell phone and laptop in order to avoid some chaos in Wayne Mansion again that caused everyone to fight over the surveillance video.

Dick has super-evolved, and he can ignore April's pitiful stare and let the child sit on the sofa with a heartbroken heart.

April lamented her digital friends, "I'm going to hate you for 3 minutes, you've turned into a nasty grown-up."

"It's okay," Dick said, putting her phone and computer in the bag, which he would hide in the bedroom here, in case Jason or Damian helped Aprily steal it out, "I'll be back in four minutes."

April rolled around on the couch, looking up at Dick, the ends of her hair brushing the carpet, "But I'm--boring, and boring people die, Dad."

She said solemnly, "This is based on science, and we must believe in science."

"When I told you that going to bed early and getting up early is good for your health, you didn't think to believe science." Dick patted her on the head gently.

Ai Pu Li pursed her mouth, she grabbed Dick's coat and pulled the adult's windbreaker straight, "But I'm really bored—" A clever twist, "I can go to the game room to see Damian Playing games with Joe?"

Dick couldn't help but smile, "Don't you hate Damian playing Smash Bros. and knocking you out?"

"It's not me who is being beaten off the screen now." So you can rest assured to appreciate Damian's heroic victory.

Dick poked Aprily's forehead with a finger, preventing her from trying to post a plea. "If you're bored, I can come over at night and tell you stories and put you to sleep."

"Ah," April said with a downcast face, "Are you talking about Robin Hood again?"

Her dislike was so palpable that Dick couldn't help but wonder if the classic old stories were outdated for today's kids?

He forgot that this was the fifth time he said that he would tell "Robin Hood" to April. The first three times, April listened with great interest, but the fourth time it made the child very embarrassed.

This option was ruled out, and Dick thought about it for a while, pretending to be embarrassed.

He put the bag on the desk, picked April from the sofa, put her on the bed like a cat that is easy to slip off, and said, "How about I tell you a story about my past?"

Among the new generation of superheroes, Dick is one of the most experienced.He went from Batman's little assistant, all the way to the leader of the teenage superheroes, to independent solo.Few people don't know the name "Night Wing".

He has a lot of stories to tell April, from when April was six to sixteen.

Dick sat on the head of the bed and covered April with the quilt, "Actually, I used to be an agent."

Ai Puli pressed the quilt down with her chin, and this topic obviously aroused her interest, "Is it the kind of agent with a code name, an agent with guns and magical props?"

"Yes, I have a code name, No. 37." Dick wrinkled his nose, "I always thought that the reason why I ranked so low was because my pen and ink were not fluent on the day I entered the job."

"But number 37 sounds cool," April said, "much cooler than Agent 1."

"Of course," Dick grinned, relying on Agent 1 not being here, and arbitrarily arranged his hapless good friend, "Agent 1 is a grumpy Tigger, so I'm more handsome."

Aprile blinked, "Would you call him Tigger?"

"No, I usually call him Tony the Tiger, just like he calls me an idiot, a fool. It's a pet name, it's our way of showing friendship."

St. Hadrian's Girls' School in the suburbs of London, England.

This is a special school for ladies, it recruits the daughters of policemen, military, ammunition, dealers and officials, and teaches them the ways of ladies and killing skills.

What's more special is that this is the headquarters of the secret service organization Zhuwang.The strength of serving agents is ranked by number, the stronger the ability, the lower the number.

The No. 37 agent has repeatedly expressed dissent, insisting that he did not perform well in the exam.However, in the eyes of Agent No. 1 Tiger King, he is an idiot.

The idiot is not an agent now, but back to Bludhaven as his superhero, Tiger King hasn't contacted him for a while.The work of Xinzhu.com is busier than ever. After Helena left, they are rebuilding the order of the organization.

Except for the agent who was the teacher of St. Hadrian's Girls' School, other agents were not allowed to appear in front of the students.There will be no new faces at this school.

Just like the man standing in front of the Tiger King.

It doesn't matter what she looks like.The construction of Zhuwang relies on brainwashing technology, and no one knows better than the agents of Zhuwang that everything they see may be false.

Tiger King subconsciously confirmed that the network killing technology that obscured his face was still in operation, and he implied vigilance, "This is Saint Hadrian, who are you, report your name."

The visitor was silent, she raised her head, revealing a pair of eyes hidden under the hood and hair.

It was a very clear and bright amber pupil, and the amber color expanded unconsciously, occupying the entire world in the blink of an eye.

Zhuwang's famous Agent No. 1 stood where he was, a dull piece of wood.

The uninvited guest put on his hood and said in a low voice, "Take me to Zhuwang's network control terminal."

What happened in London has nothing to do with April in Gotham.She spent the one-month ban on the Internet, trying all kinds of methods, acting like a baby, sneaking into Dick's bedroom, and even spending two-thirds of the pocket money to hire Jason to help her steal the phone back, but all failed .

The heart of the children is cold.She spends the long night relying on the cartoons donated by Damian and the contributions from Jonathan. For this reason, she specially bought several flashlights that can be used under the covers.

It was only then that Dick realized clearly that his daughter might really be a network worm at the same level as Tim, and the vitality index without the Internet would drop by [-] percentage points.

After Bruce, combined with Ron En's suggestion, conducted repeated experiments and made a suppressor that could suppress Ai Puli's ability, Ai Puli returned to the embrace of the Internet.

In order to take care of the girl's self-esteem and aesthetics, the suppressor was not made into a cold mechanical appearance. On the contrary, just looking at the appearance, it was just an ordinary love necklace.Ai Puli can decide whether to turn on the switch to suppress mental power according to the situation.

Dick had asked Ron what telepathy lessons were like, and not only he, but most of the family were curious about it.

Ai Puli thought for a while, and compared her fingers, "That's it, that's it, um, if you do it again, learn this and that, it'll be fine."

There is a huge barrier between the world of telepaths and ordinary people, and Dick once again deeply felt this.That's why Bruce decided to ask Ron for help in the first place, they couldn't help much in this regard.

April's first semester at Westside School was basically a jump between long periods of leave and short periods of normal school.The only good news is that her final grades determine that the teacher will not have a bad impression of her.

After the end of the final exams, it will be Christmas in a while.Xicheng School has three long holidays, which are the nearly three-month summer vacation and the ten-day Christmas, New Year and spring vacation.

The first Christmas in Ai Puli's life was spent in the Magdalena Orphanage. Not surprisingly, she will celebrate her second Christmas with her family this week.

April was looking forward to the holiday, and as soon as school was over after her exams, she shyly tugged at the sleeve of Dick who came to pick her up.

"Aren't we going to buy some decorations?" She said eagerly, "I heard from my classmates that everyone will decorate their own Christmas tree at home, and we can start preparing it almost now."

Dick was in a rare dilemma. He didn't show it. He just asked April, "What decoration do you want? Wayne Manor has a big Christmas tree at this time of year, and a lot of things can be hung on it."

"I want to hang the stars," Aprily said, wringing her fingers, "and little angels and candy canes. The candy canes can be put away to eat, and the Christmas stockings can be hung up to wear."

"You can buy these if you want, and Ah Fu will arrange the purchase the week before Christmas."

The words played several times on the tip of Dick's tongue.

An idea flashed in his head, don't tell April, let her have a happy few days.

This idea was quickly suppressed by him. When he was young, what he hated the most was that Bruce didn't communicate with him.

"Ella, I have something to tell you."

They were on their way home from school, April was living in Wayne Manor during this time, Damian and Jonathan were on their daily patrol in the Metropolis, and only Dick came to pick her up, and the car happened to be parked a little far away.

The girl looked up at him questioningly, which made Dick feel guilty for what he was about to say next.

"I might not be at home for Christmas," he said carefully, "There is a place where people need our help," he used relatively vague words, "Bruce and I, we will leave tonight."

The joy in April's eyes faded a lot in an instant, and Dick promised, "We'll be back as soon as possible, okay?"

April bowed her head, stood a little further away from Dick, and kicked the pebbles in the path by herself. "Okay," she said sullenly, "then you should come back as soon as possible—and remember to bring me a present."

Dick was amazed at how talkative she was. He thought they were going to have a little quarrel, and he had a plan for coaxing the kids one-two-three-four-five-six.

"Aren't you angry?" He stretched out his arms, trying to get April back, but the little girl hid him.

Ai Puli made an angry face, "If I was angry at everything, I would have been pissed off by you."

"Wow, I didn't know I'd pissed you off so much."

Ai Puli mixed with private goods, "When you confiscated my soda and mobile phone, I was rolling on the bed with anger."

Dick immediately withdrew his hand, "Then you can roll around in the ballet classroom, well, stretching your legs is good for you to grow taller."

April couldn't take it anymore, and finally made an action she had wanted to do for a long time.

She trotted up and kicked Dick recklessly.

Although Dick agreed to a lot of unequal terms between father and daughter, Aprily won the confrontation and got permission to eat snacks and soda as much as he wanted.

But she was still not very happy.It was her first Christmas back home and she wanted to spend it with Dick.

After Dick and Bruce left, she sprawled in her bedroom like a little mushroom that had lost her dream, the phone growing in her hand, and herself growing under the covers.

Until Tim poked his frustrated young niece on Facebook.

"I have a business to go to England to discuss cooperation before Christmas, do you want to go with me?"

Ai Puli did not reply, and Tim added slowly, "The British side will send agents to receive us and protect our safety. Do you want to see what the agents of the British Intelligence Agency are like? I heard that when they were young I have cooperated with Ah Fu."

An exclamation point quickly popped up on the screen.

"I want to go! Please take me with you!"

Tim had a rather smug smile on his lips.

Johnny English, Ah Fu spoke highly of this old friend. According to Ah Fu, "This is a genius hidden in the Intelligence Bureau."

Tim has checked his files, he has saved the world from fire and water several times.

Such an elite agent must arouse April's admiration and divert her attention from thinking about Bruce and Dick not being able to go home for the holidays.

He is such a considerate uncle.Tim was secretly moved.