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

April saw Damian and Jonathan from afar.

Damian's schoolbag was casually carried on his shoulders, while Jonathan's schoolbag was obediently carried on his back.The two talked while walking, making gestures with their hands from time to time.

Normally, Ai Puli would definitely go up and talk to them.But today she was really depressed.

She thought about it all night last night, and finally figured out one thing.

Damian must know about Aprily's relationship with her dad, or he wouldn't have that expression.

She didn't want to see Damian any time soon.

Ai Puli turned her head and left, trying to enter the teaching building through the side door by the same route.Just before she left, Jonathan saw her sharply.

"Appley!" the boy waved. "Good morning!"

Someone said hello, and Aprile had to bite the bullet and turn back, "Good morning."

The two boys walked up to her in a few steps.Ai Puli deliberately didn't look at Damian, and the latter didn't make a sound, as if what happened yesterday didn't happen.

Jonathan didn't notice the awkward atmosphere between the two.

Damian has a cold face to most people, or is sarcastic and provocative.

His attitude towards April could not be described as "friendly" in Damian's standard of doing things. It was completely to the extent that April made a wish on the meteor, and the meteor appeared.

"The school is going to hold a Halloween celebration, do you know?" Jonathan danced excitedly, "It's so cool, have you decided what to dress up?"

"Can you act a bit mature?" Damian lazily rolled his eyelids, "What's the point of participating in such childish activities?"

"Please, Hamilton School has never organized such a large-scale event." Jonathan looked forward, "Vampires are great, and werewolves seem to be pretty good too. Connor said he played zombies before!"

He turned to Aprily, "Have you thought about dressing up yet?"

"There's still a month left until Halloween," April whispered.

In fact, there is a high probability that she will not stay to participate in the event, because she will not be able to catch the school bus.The orphanage also hosts a little candy ask for nuns on Halloween, which Aprile participated in last year.

In good time, Damian turned the topic to himself, "If I had to take part in this boring and stupid drag convention, I'd choose to wear Robin's uniform."

Ai Puli and Jonathan cast eyes full of "unintelligible" written on him at the same time.

The latter had a distorted expression, "This is a complete blasphemy against Halloween."

Damian was pretty sure that April knew about their secret identities, but Jonathan, a goofy country boy, had absolutely no idea.

He raised his eyebrows narrowly, "Do you want to wear a Superboy uniform, maybe someone will ask you for an autograph."

Jonathan didn't understand Damian's teasing point, he said blankly, "Of course I won't wear a uniform...a Superboy uniform."

Damian muttered in a low voice, and waved his hand.

He separated from them in front of the teaching building, and April and Jonathan had to continue walking for a while.

The boy turned his head to look at Damian who was going away, and hesitated for a moment, "Don't be angry with Damian, he is just a bad-tempered little man."

Ai Puli grasped the point, "You said he was a dwarf, wouldn't he be angry?"

"We've had a lot of fights," Jonathan grimaced, "and this isn't the worst one."

"Okay," Aprile, who was half a head shorter than Damian, snorted, "I'll call him a dwarf too, Stinky and short melon."

"I won't tell Damian," Jonathan held out his pinky to April, "it's a secret between us."

Two childish ghosts who spoke ill of Damian behind his back secretly made an agreement and formed the "West City School Anti-Damian Power Alliance".

There are only two members in the alliance, the leader Jonathan and the leader Ai Puli.

Their relationship took an instant to a new level, thanks to Damian's contribution.

There are computer application courses in the afternoon, and the students have to gather in the computer classroom for classes.

It was the first time for Ai Puli to use a computer. She was like a maintenance worker who came to repair a water pipe after reading the manual. She had to think for a long time for each step.

In the first class, the teacher will only teach some basic content, such as turning on and off the computer and using search engines.

April quickly learned to sneak a glance around from behind her computer, and no one noticed her.Ai Puli thought for a while, clicked on Google, and entered Damian's name.

She found the names of Damian's brothers in the entries that popped up, and she clicked on the one at the top, and saw her father's face.

Richard Johnson Grayson was born into a family of acrobat stars at Harry's Circus, the son of famous trapeze performers John Grayson and Mary Grayson.

After the Graysons died, Richard was adopted by Gotham's richest man, Bruce Wayne, and became Bruce Wayne's first adopted son.

He studied at Gotham Academy. After entering the university, he studied at Gotham University, the University of Houston and Hudson University, and then entered the Brudhaven Police Academy. After graduation, he became a police officer.

Richard Grayson, now out of the police force, had tried various jobs, none of which lasted long.

Or maybe he's acting like a below-middle-class young man with no savings.But in any case, he is inextricably linked to Wayne and is one of the heirs to Wayne's estate.

Ai Puli skipped and looked at some of her father's lace news before turning to other people's entries.Her father has a big family.

This has nothing to do with Ai Puli. She hastily skimmed the entries of other family members. Most of the information recorded on Wikipedia has to be pulled down for several pages. family".

The sound of high heels sounded behind Ai Puli, and the new female teacher of the computer application class stood beside Ai Puli, "Are you watching the news?"

April calmly clicked off the news page about Timothy Drake, the teenage president of Wayne Group.The teacher looked at her with a smile.

He has an elite air of high society mixed with the smell of expensive men's cologne and roasted coffee beans.After careful study, there is another side hidden in the cologne and roasted coffee beans, the dusty smell of electronic equipment and the sour smell of unripe green plums.

The female teacher, he.

There is no doubt that this is a man, a man who disguised himself as a woman and sneaked into the school to lurk beside April.

Ai Puli turned her head to meet the teacher's smiling face, and looked down to see the black stockings and high heels.

Looks pretty decent, should have shaved legs.

April: "Tsk."

She blinked her innocent blue eyes, "Teacher, aren't you tired of wearing high heels to class?"

The teacher smiled gracefully and skipped the topic directly, "Is there anything you don't understand? I can teach you."

He bent down, took the mouse from Ai Puli's hand, and taught her a little trick on using the computer.

Among the people who are new to computers, Ai Puli has a strange talent. She seems to know some operation steps from birth, but because she has never practiced it, she needs to recall it slowly.

Excluding this point, her comprehension is very good. The teacher taught her once, and then let her operate by herself, and she can complete most of the steps.

"Is there anything else you want to learn?" the teacher asked.

"No," Ai Puli pressed the keyboard, she was very angry, otherwise she would not say such a thing, "Can you stay away from me?"

She glanced at the teacher quickly, pursed her mouth, "I'm not a monkey in the zoo, and I have to pay for the entrance fee to see the monkeys, and I don't even have the entrance fee."

The teacher laughed, "You know me?"

Ai Puli picked out the lace news that had just been turned off, pointed to the eyes of the young elite on the screen and said, "The eyes are exactly the same."

"Okay," the teacher shrugged, "I'm sorry, I won't do this next time. I asked the youngest one in the family, and he doesn't want to reveal your news to me."

"Don't come to me anymore," April grumbled, "but thanks for teaching me how to use a computer."

"You're welcome," said the teacher.

He backed away quietly, and April found a chocolate energy bar in her hand.

She didn't eat, and silently stuffed the energy bar into her schoolbag.

After teaching a class, the teacher dressed as a woman clattered across the corridor with his computer in his high heels.

A blond cleaner was stooping to clean at the end of the corridor.There was no one else here, and when she heard the sound of high heels, she straightened up, supported the broom, and blew a hooligan whistle.

"That's great, Mr. Drake, this one-step skirt suits you very well."

The beautiful teacher rolled her eyes, "Unfortunately, this cleaner's uniform doesn't suit you."

The culprit who snatched the cleaner uniform he had prepared and threw the skirt, stockings and high heels to him did not reflect at all.

"This is revenge." She said righteously, "It's homosexual revenge, because you destroyed my false identity last time."

"Okay," said the beautiful teacher Tim with her hips on her hips, "what do you think of that kid?"

"I didn't observe closely, she is very sensitive to other people's eyes." Stephanie, the blond cleaner, who was the spoiler, shook her head.

If Aprile had been paying attention, she would have found the name in the associated entry for "Cassandra Cain".

"There's more to her," Tim mused. "Just a good kid. Does Dick know about it?"

Stephanie gloated, "He and Carl have gone on a cosmic errand, and I don't know when they will be able to return to a place with a signal."

"Bad news," Tim said without mercy, "his impression score with the little girl must be negative."

"I don't think she's like a six-year-old," Stephanie said. "She's intentionally maintaining her relationships and putting herself in a safe place on campus."

She commented, "She's a very thoughtful little guy."

"Six-year-old and ten-year-old are both children, and I have confirmed her physical age, and it is indeed only six years old."

Tim took out the powder from the side of the computer bag to cover the dividing line between the skin color and the foundation on the neck, "Anyway, it's not me who has the most headache."

Stephanie pretended to close her eyes and prayed, "I hope Dick returns to Earth before he is abandoned by his daughter."

"I'm afraid you have to pray for Damian first," the good brother who sowed rifts hypocritically sighed, "Epley is probably going to break up with him tonight."