[Zhongyingmei] The style of the game is wrong

Little Dorothy couldn't get a dictionary in the end, so she substituted circles for words she didn't know.

The letters are scribbled crookedly, with circles added when jumping left and right, just as lively and cute as Dorothy.

Little illiterate Dorothy is extremely satisfied with her work.

...It's just presented on the diary paper, almost completely circled and ticked off.

As for the system, don't ask, the poor little system who has never been out of the house is silent.

Dorothy was thoughtful, which fully reflected the differences between the game and the system twins, as well as the ultimate antagonistic relationship between the master and the scum.

Holding the pen in her little hand, Dorothy lay on the small coffee table and flipped through the pages, her golden hair still hanging down on the paper, as bright as the exquisite bronzing on the page.

[Dorothy's Diary]

not sunny first day

Darkness wants to open the door to kill,

Red Hood hit my car,

Robin bird scolded the stupid rabbit.

Dorothy can't write "Hood" and "Robin", and the pink circles are a bit dazzling.

That's not prominent enough, thought little Dorothy gravely.

She raised her hand and scratched her head, raised her head and thought for a moment, her blue eyes lit up instantly.

Then, she scribbled out the two words with a pen, making them into a powdery mess.

The watercolor pen paints the lines of the hood on the blank side, and fills in the color.At the bottom, she drew a bird with fried feathers, with the letter "R" on her head. She lay down on the table and drew two lines from the newly added members to the original position.

Dorothy picked up the open diary and looked at it in front of her eyes, and "Rabbit" did the same.

Then, he closed the diary with a "snap".

Perfect, little Dorothy was always so witty.

An extremely worrying system:  …

Dorothy capped her pen cheerfully, threw away the pen, and forgot the diary.

No kid likes homework.

She supported the edge of the small coffee table and jumped off the sofa. The moment she landed, she suddenly froze——

Dorothy stared at the carpet under her feet in bewilderment, and then looked back.The coffee table ran behind, a foot away from where little Dorothy was.

"I...it..."

Dorothy opened her mouth wide in surprise, as if she could swallow a whole fluffy marshmallow in one gulp.

The tea table doesn't have jumping legs, but Dorothy has short legs.

"Did I upgrade? I must have upgraded, right?" Little Dorothy was very excited.

The shivering little poor hugging him in Novice Village seemed to see a bright future for him to lead the whole of Gotham.

She solemnly spread out her palms, imagining a fire blooming in her mind.

...nothing happened.

It's just that he jumped up again under excitement, almost hitting the ceiling.

"Okay, okay." Dorothy was not very skilled in landing posture, and she swayed to stabilize herself, "This is not bad."

She found the right use of the sugar bowl and diary.

Then she rushed to the corner, squatted slightly with her back to the wall, assumed a long jump posture, and jumped at will——

Leap across most of the room.

Dorothy pushed back the hair that blocked her view, her little face flushed with excitement, she turned around, narrowed her eyes and raised her hands to compare the distance.

It is almost two-thirds of the diagonal distance of the fossa.

For a moment of stagnation in the air, she felt that she had put on wings and was flying... well, fluttering.

It feels great.

So she jumped from left to right like a joy, like a little husky cub tearing apart her home.The props gathered in a pile were scattered, and the watercolor pen rolled from the table into the radish mash, and poked into the small mound to make a home with the carrot.

This change is an overall improvement in physical fitness.For example, jump higher, jump farther, run faster, have greater strength, and react more quickly...

Perhaps to a certain extent, she can really roam freely and be a happy little bird.

"Not tired at all." Dorothy sat down, lay on the carpet and rolled over to the other side of the wall, knocked down the baguette that was standing upright against the wall, and jumped up again.

She tried pinching a baguette, uh, her hands hurt a little.

The props that come out of Batman are still very reliable.

While Dorothy was running around, she kicked away the jigsaw puzzles in the corner, knocked over the empty gift box that had been standing upright, and the little clothes she had changed were hanging in the air on the edge of the small sofa, and they were about to fall down.

The small nest has changed from the treasure cave of the baby milk dragon to a small cave that was ravaged by a tornado and looted by the dragon slaying villain.

The system couldn't take it anymore: "Does the carpet burn your feet?"

It's warm, not hot.

Dorothy turned her head to look around, and sat down cross-legged obediently.

"System, I know you can clean up, right?"

Dorothy clenched her hands into small fists, which were soft, pressed together against her chin, raised her head and blinked.

"After all, my name is Dorothy." She smiled like a toffee just eaten, soft and sweet, "the tornado will always come as expected."

The little girl with the same name as Dorothy is also the protagonist in the fairy tale adventure story.

And Dorothy liked her.

The most important thing is that the name Dorothy sounds like the name of the main character!It sounds much better than those code names that sound casual.

However, in Gotham, people have to bow their heads and wear vests.

Let her be called Alice, the rabbit is also pretty cute.

The system couldn't hold back anymore: "You might as well be called Cinderella."

Dorothy was shocked when she heard the words: "I didn't expect you to be so traditional!"

Dorothy was heartbroken. I treated you as a good baby, but you actually wanted to be my stepmother.

system:……

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Dorothy was kicked out by the system again.The little player girl who raises her family and runs around for her love is the greatest.

"I have paid too much for this family." Dorothy sighed, squatted down resignedly, pulled out the shoelaces and tied them.

The light brown laces of the little cowhide boots were long and thin, twisted and knotted as Dorothy swung them in and out.

The cat ear hair clips on top of the head trembled and were fluffy.

She removed the cover and took out the small backpack she had hidden. The bat belt was in place, but the inside of the belt was empty, only a pair of bat darts remained.

Everything else was painstakingly thrown away in the dungeon - it is said that Batman loves trackers.

Little Dorothy: My heart is bleeding, all I can use are props!

The slightly bright sky is trimmed with a touch of gold, and still covered with a thick layer of floating clouds, through which the faint morning light can be faintly seen.

The sky in Gotham is always gloomy, with Gothic architectural style, gloomy and mysterious.She still prefers the fairy tale painting style of the dungeon, round and bright, simple and lively.

Dorothy put on new equipment. The blue and pink hoodie almost covered the whole of little Dorothy, and the keys hanging around her neck were safely hidden behind the collar.

The props that are not easy to carry are placed in the small nest, anyway, they can be taken out at will with the key.

I don't know if it was an illusion, but after the novice dungeon ended, she felt that her connection with Xiaowo had strengthened.One day, perhaps, Dorothy will be able to come in and out at will, moving the den as she pleases.

"Wayne Hotel." Dorothy bit out the words lightly.She carried the bag on her back, grabbed the falling shoulder strap and lifted it up.

This is her destination.

Dorothy had just recovered from a shocking shock. In broad daylight, someone actually withheld little Dorothy's game coins.

At that time, she was opening the game panel, watching the game coins fall down.

When Dorothy counted, four-digit game coins were missing.

A line of small words is hidden under the game currency: Wayne Hotel 909.

A luxury hotel owned by the Wayne family, Dorothy passed by on her first day in Gotham.Dorothy was impressed by the towering skyscrapers overlooking the buildings.

There is also a 2 symbol below, which seems to mean the next day.

Today happened to be the day after Dorothy woke up.

Dorothy blinked, took out the black card, and looked it over.

Is this when she entered the game and planned her residence?

Okay, so sweet.

Dorothy blurted out: "Then I have a place to grow turnips!"

In the next second, the system blatantly turned its face and urged little Dorothy to go out to do the task like a sheep.

"The system is too fierce." Dorothy muttered and stomped her feet.

She looked up at the sky, touched the cat ear hairpin that was still accumulating energy, and took out a small mask from her backpack instead of wearing a hood with little wings—Robin's cosplay mask is available in major stores in Gotham.

According to the publicity, there is a large-scale cosplay exhibition, which opens today and lasts for several days. It is jointly held with the metropolis next door.

At that time, Dorothy wanted to prepare a mask for herself as a solid material preparation for the vest.

But almost all related stores have put on the shelves the cosplay costumes of the Bat series, and the boss said that they can't lose to the big blue guy next door.

"As a Gotham person, of course I choose Batman," the boss said firmly, "We must win."

Dorothy is almost forced into the Robin bird mask.

The boss said righteously: "Kids like this."

"And adults like to dress up as Batman." The boss's tone was fanatical, and his T-shirt was printed with Batman's head, "I have Batman's costumes from every period here. Only here is the most complete .”

This is definitely a Du Wei fan, the old man who sells hot dogs is much more sensible than him.

"Of course, there are some great lads who adore the Red Hood."

Dorothy was once again filled with popular science by the talkative boss—a suspected fan of Batman, most of which were fancy praises for Batman.

Dorothy was expressionless: Is Batman stuffing money?

In the end, she casually pointed to the one with the best appearance, and hurriedly paid the game currency—well, dollars, and slipped away.

Dorothy adjusted the mask on her face slightly. It was just the right size and well-made—of course it couldn't compare to the domino mask on Robin's face. She had seen the real one.

But that's enough.

She stepped on the earth-stone alleyway, turned around the intersection, walked out of the alley, left the little nest behind, and walked towards the street bouncingly.

In the low building with a steeple facing the entrance of the alley, the Mad Hatter who had escaped from the Arkham Asylum was lying on the window, holding a brass monocular telescope.

"Oh, dear Alice, you have lost your way home."

"The Cheshire Cat won't show you the right way," his low voice trembled as he tugged at the top hat.

"But the March Hare brought me to you." The voice suddenly became eager, mixed with a maddened grunt, "Come on, Alice."