The Princess Diaries [Comprehensive British and American]

Dick stayed up all night to make a "how to make Adele happy" planning form. Early the next morning, he visited Jason with thick dark circles and handed the form to him solemnly.

Jason, who was in a drowsy sleep, slowly opened the door. His eyes were dull, his vision was slack, and his expression was blank. He thought that the brains of the person in front of him must have been eaten by zombies.

"Little Wing, be more active," Dick leaned against the door frame in an enchanting posture, he sighed, his brows were covered with heavy sadness, "I can't go on like this, Adele will break up with you!"

"I'll just chime in," Tim's voice yawns from Ann's unknowingly loudspeaker, "Adele's gone to New York, not Gotham."

Jason heard the words, the tiger's body shook, and he woke up instantly.

Dick couldn't help clasping his hands on his chest, looking at Jason expectantly.

"Little Red! You're bugging my house again!" Jason rolled up his sleeves and ran around the room with a murderous look, trying to find the "little gift" that Tim secretly left behind.

Some Robin birds, which look like normal birds on the surface, are actually little red birds with different shapes covered with retractable invisible tentacles all over their bodies.

This kind of bird stands on a tree branch, tilting its head and chirping. It looks soft and cute at first glance, but you have no idea that while it is showing off its cuteness, its tentacles are scurrying around with claws and teeth. Everywhere, all over the world...

This damned extreme desire to control makes people can't help but praise "pervert" (commendative) sincerely.

Tim: Well done.

When Jason flipped through the bug, the light in Dick's eyes gradually dimmed. He was like a candle flickering in the wind, which might go out at any moment.

I was wrong, Dick thought deadpan, I shouldn't have had unrealistic hopes for Winglets in the first place.

"Is that the point?" Dick slapped the table hard, "The point is that you drove Adele away!"

Jason pulled out a round plastic bead from under the sofa, he grinned sinisterly, and crushed the bead unceremoniously with a "click".

"It's not my fault." Jason blew away the powder remaining on his fingertips, feeling really wronged, "I just said a word!"

Dick didn't speak, he sighed faintly.

Tim heard that when Jason pulled out the first bug, he cut off the communication very presciently, successfully avoiding the tragedy of the sound of the bug burst being amplified dozens of times in the ears.

He mourned for three seconds, then calmly plugged in the second bug.

It doesn't matter if a little cutie is sacrificed, there are plenty of brothers and sisters.

Tim, who reconnected to the line, listened carefully for a long time, and found that it was quiet and no one spoke.

He couldn't help asking aloud, "Hey, is there anyone else? Are you all gone? What did I miss?"

"How much did you pretend!" Jason almost went crazy, he had to stand up and continue searching after sitting down for less than ten seconds.

"Not going," Dick said quietly. "I was thinking."

Tim bid farewell to the second bug in advance, and then opened the third, "Thinking about what?"

Dick: "Think about why Little Wings has been single for so many years."

... Isn't this really showing off!"Not everyone is as overly cute as you," Tim said dryly.

Dick felt that Tim's speech was very dangerous.

Wayne Manor.

After being woken up by Tony, Bruce fell into an uneasy sleep, and it took him an hour to wake up completely, wandering out in his pajamas to find food.

Halfway down the stairs, Bruce suddenly remembered Tony's words, his steps stopped abruptly, and he stood still with one foot on the steps and the other hanging in the air.

…What happened to Stark who said Adele before?

Ah Fu calmly passed by with a tray, "Master Wayne, what health exercises are you doing?"

"It's nothing," Bruce recovered, "Is Adele home?"

"Miss Adele went out early in the morning," Alfred helped Bruce open the chair, "She doesn't seem to be in a good mood."

Bruce picked up the knife and fork very slowly, "What happened?"

"I don't know either," Ah Fu sighed, "You should care more about her. Every time Miss Adele has doubts, she will choose to ask Mr. Stark for help."

But children should be most dependent on their parents.

Bruce let out a breath silently, Ah Fu was right, he really didn't care enough about Adele, or he didn't know how to get along with his daughter.

Ah Fu said it was okay, it was not too late to study now, he took out a copy of "One Hundred Little Things about Parent-child Interaction" at the speed of light while talking.

Bruce: "???" How long have you been preparing for this?

Ah Fu replied politely: "I have been preparing for it all my life, young master."

Staring at the chaotic and exaggerated bright colors of the book cover, Bruce felt an unreliable atmosphere coming towards him.

It was like seeing ten dicks in hula skirts surrounding him and dancing around him. It was suffocating.

Expelling all the hula dicks from his mind, Bruce politely refused, "I don't think this will work."

"Good master," A Fu put away the book, "In order to improve the food, I am developing a new dish, so I won't be able to make cookies for at least a year."

Bruce: "..." These two sentences have no logical causal relationship at all, why should they be said together!

Recalling the dark dish "Looking at the Starry Sky" that Ah Fu once cooked that was very in line with the traditional British style, Bruce shivered silently.

Alfred Pennyworth once again proved his identity with practical actions.

As expected of the man standing at the top of the Wayne family's food chain.