[Zhongyingmei] The style of the game is wrong

[When do you leave school, little D? ]

[Let's secretly go to the game city to play after school. ]

[So boring~~~~]

Dorothy huddled in a corner and secretly sent Damian a message on the phone hidden under the table.

She deliberately chose a window-side location in the classroom, and placed the thermos cup on the corner of the table to block the sight from the podium.

In order to prevent the tragedy of blowing up the kitchen alone at home, Dorothy was mailed to Gotham Elementary School in advance - the Gotham Middle School where Damian was studying next door.

In fact, Damian was behind the scenes, and the cause was the sentence "Little D, did you play truant?"

Misfortune comes from the mouth, and the ancestors are sincere and do not deceive others.

As for Tim Drake, who is not a few years older than Damian, the genius boy skipped a few grades after finishing middle school normally, received an offer from Stanford University with excellent grades, and entered Wayne directly after only one year of graduation. The group takes over as the president, and he can be called the leader of the new generation of Gotham high society.

——Looking at her poor health, gossip can't stop spreading secretly.

When Tim showed off without a trace in front of Dorothy and enjoyed the starry eyes adored by his little sister, Damian, who was pressed down in middle school, let out a deadpan "tsk".

And decided that as soon as Dorothy arrived in middle school, he would apply directly to college.Then kicked Timothy Drake out of Wayne Group.

Said to its president Drake: The irascible little devil always likes to have unrealistic dreams.If his temper was half as good as Meimeng's, the mother bird would probably lose a few feathers.

Gotham locally implements the six-three-three school system.Dorothy, a sixth grade pupil, decides to follow in Tibbo's footsteps and embark on the path of skipping grades until she officially goes to school——

Little Dorothy's sense of anticipation for school reached its peak when the teacher led her to the classroom, and then slid straight down like a parabola, gradually fading away in drowsiness.

The books were spread out on the desk, and on the brand new paper, only a few lines were perfunctorily drawn with colorful watercolor pens, expressing "I have read it" in the crooked slashes and circles.

Teacher Klein spoke too slowly, the little girl sighed while holding her face, pinched a strand of hair that had escaped from the rubber band and tied it behind her ear.

It was just that Dorothy received the information too quickly.

On the podium, the thin Mr. Klein's brown hair was combed obediently behind his head, his suit was neatly arranged, his thin lips were tightly pressed, and a pair of gold-rimmed glasses stood on his high bridge of nose.

With the textbook under his arm, he earnestly imparted knowledge to the children below.Sophisticated logic, extensive knowledge, and a unique teaching style.With this point, the teaching level of Mr. Klein, who has just joined the job not long ago, can be regarded as the top level of this school.

But the clever little Dorothy would be able to figure it out after flipping through the textbooks. After the freshness of the first day of school, she was listless.

The top-notch Mr. Klein is also paired with a domineering aura, which frightens the troublemakers below to listen carefully to the class, and dare not show their air.

However, there are still a few bear children who are not afraid, such as one of the representative cubs, Dorothy.

Damian hadn't responded to the message yet, Dorothy glanced at the notification interface and pouted, turning her pen carelessly.

"Dorothy Wayne, answer my question." The sharp gray eyes turned to Dorothy who had deserted.

"Ah? Oh, good." Little Dorothy was taken aback for a moment, then stood up abruptly, "Cough, let me think about it."

The voice of the little milk gradually decreased and dissipated into the air.

Dorothy was confident that she could answer any class question about books, but the only question was—what was he asking?

Blue eyes quickly flicked across the projection screen, trying to find a clue, but obviously failed.Only Mr. Klein, who was staring at her, frowned slightly.

At the very moment, a note came into view from the front.

The little boy sitting in the front put his hands behind his back, the note was pressed by his fingers and stuck to the red hoodie, and the scrawled handwriting written in a pencil prompted the question.

——Another fearless bear cub.

Dorothy glanced at it, her little head turned quickly, and she finished speaking smoothly as if driving at double speed before Mr. Klein could speak.

The logic is complete, the expression is clear, the thinking is quick, and different solutions are proposed.

"Full mark answer." Mr. Klein eased his expression, evoked a faint smile, and asked Dorothy to sit down.

Huh~ The little girl let out a long sigh of relief and spread out on the chair.

Taking advantage of Mr. Klein's turning around, she quickly reached out and poked the front table, leaned forward, and whispered, "Thank you."

The little black-haired boy sitting in front seemed to want to turn around and say something, but before he could turn his head, Mr. Klein glanced over again.

The two cubs at the front and rear fell silent collectively.

She sat with her head upright and listened to the class for a while, but after a while she put her delicate chin on her arms and tilted her head to wander.

Dorothy looked down at her watch and played with the robin bird badge on Superman's satchel.

It was almost the end of get out of class, and she began to send messages to Damian persistently.

Probably... It can also be said that the bird subconsciously looks for familiar people in an unfamiliar environment.

Maybe she should get a pair of bluetooth headphones ready, Dorothy thought, fingertips scribbling on the desk.With the mind control skills, it is estimated that the action of watching cartoons under the nose of the teacher is quite feasible.

After sending several messages in a row, Damian, who was harassed all the time, finally replied to her—the kind that perfectly fits Damian's characteristics.

[Are you a kid waiting for parents to pick you up in kindergarten? ]

Robin Bird, who played truant from school to perform a mission, beat up the last criminal who resisted, hit the opponent's abdomen with a heavy blow, and then took off his arm.The criminal was smashed to the ground, covered his stomach and howled.

The scene was in a mess, and Robin Bird glanced at the gratifying results achieved just after his comeback, and waited for the GCPD transportation brigade to pick him up.

The lifting of the grounding means that Robin Bird returns to Gotham.Robin Bird, who has been locked up for several days, relaxes his muscles and bones.He was going nuts, and he couldn't just grab an ex-Robin and beat him up when Dorothy was home.

After the work was over, Damian grabbed the phone with one hand and sent Dorothy a message back.

Little Dorothy fell to the ground with a slightly suspended heart: Look at these familiar words!Look at this kind tone!

Dorothy, who received the response, put it in her pocket contentedly, but now it was Damian who couldn't receive the response and began to question.

The crumpled note was thrown from the front, and Dorothy opened it curiously, and saw the writing on it: "I'm Billy Batson, and I just transferred from another school."

Also drew a smiley face.

It has to be said that the greatness of human beings lies in their adaptability.No matter how desperately you resist on the last night before school, as long as you finish a day of class honestly, it means that you can continue to survive in the cycle of time, and link up with the school.

——It wasn't until the holidays came that the school that was broken up unexpectedly found out that the friendships of human beings in school are all plastic love.

In a few days, Dorothy had adapted to the rhythm of the school.

The ambition before going to school was chewed crunchy with the cookies, washed down by the milk, and finally there was no dregs left.

Dorothy Wayne, a little vigilante with a dual identity—catamn, gradually rose to fame in Gotham.

Except for the previous copy of Batman - of course, she herself did not admit this, how could she look like that black lacquer - won the honor of never being caught by Batman.

Even got the Joker's attention, but the Mad Hatter soon put him off.

At night, Dorothy, a good citizen of Gotham, went back to her old job. When she was on her night patrol, she ran into Batman halfway... Dorothy turned around and jumped up without hesitation.

Dorothy: As long as I slip fast enough, the dark can't catch me.

Just kidding, the reappearing Robin Bird is still flying around the darkness.

The robin bird that jumps up and beats people has dyed the monotonous night sky of Gotham with colorful colors, like the overturned paint plate on the extremely black thick velvet.

Two against one, it was so unfair, Dorothy was very angry.However, as the one who is destined to succeed the big bat in charge of Gotham, the warrior Dorothy will realize her dream sooner or later.

First set a phased goal and beat the Robin bird.Is there a conflict between raising Robin rabbits and beating Robin birds?

Not at all, beat first and raise later.

However, the little Robin bird against the black paint looks a little bully.Well, it's better to wait for him to place an order, take off his cloak and give it to Damian as a return gift.

After all, Damian really likes the parkour couple in Gotham.

—and just happened to lose her bat belt.

Since Damian stopped snitching in front of Dorothy, the relationship between the two cubs has grown by leaps and bounds—well, maybe the other way around is more appropriate.

But... catman should also need a little assistant.

Life isn't without its ups and downs, as new transfer student Dorothy Wayne Jr. makes headlines at Gotham Elementary.

Cute, beautiful and smart little girls are popular everywhere.

The milky white face is matched with exquisite features, and the blue eyes seem to be full of stars, and the smile can really sweeten the heart.The little girl who jumped up was a year or two younger than the whole class, and she looked white and soft.

Damian always said that Dorothy was a little chubby, but we all know that - if it comes out of Damian's mouth, it must be coated with several layers of super filter, then poured on a bottle of maple syrup and stirred well, and can be added if necessary Berries, this is the original intention expressed by the awkward little boy.

For example, after Dorothy showed the characteristics of high IQ, the little boy still insisted that Dorothy was a little fool.

During the lunch break, in the primary school cafeteria, Dorothy walked towards the empty corner with a plate, but was stopped halfway.

"Hey, that, Dorothy Wayne, that's..." The little red-haired boy ran up to Dorothy, staggered and almost slipped, he stumbled and said, "...you like chocolate? Uh... I mean, do you eat chocolate?"

The green eyes were unblinking, and the bag of chocolates was crumbling in his hands behind his back.

The red-haired boy was sprinkled with lovely freckles, which made Dorothy look at him several more times.

His fair face seemed almost as red as his hair.

Dorothy blinked her eyes and refused kindly: "No, thank you."

There are a lot of chocolates hidden in the inside of her schoolbag.Little Wing put a bunch of snacks for her, and specifically told her not to eat the food handed over by strangers.

The red-haired boy lowered his head in disappointment and stood there a little at a loss, not at all like the high-spirited kid king before.Then he heard the little girl's sincere praise: "Your little freckles are so cute."

He looked up sharply, only to freeze when he saw Dorothy's back.

The old principal sitting in the corner of the restaurant had a panoramic view of this scene, and the old Ronnie, who had spent half his life working on the development of Gotham Elementary School, joked with the juniors: "Another little Bruce Wayne."

The headmaster, who has worked for most of his life, has gray hair. Old Ronnie once taught Gotham's Bruce Baby. At that time, he was nicknamed Little Ronnie. Gangster, his right leg has not yet been amputated due to the explosion.

At that time, he made an impassioned speech in front of the media, and he would spare no effort for the cause of education.

Until a group of lunatics tried to blow up the school, in order to cover the retreat of the children, Ronnie was hit by the bombed beam before he could dodge.

Batman, who just debuted, dug out the dying Ronnie from under the collapsed wall.

After Ronnie came out of the intensive care unit, he watched the former campus being blown up to the ground, and there were ruins everywhere. Ronnie, who was on crutches, was disheartened and drowsy all day long with alcohol. .

People who want to change the status quo of Gotham are assimilated.

Not surprisingly, this will be another scene in the countless tragedies that have played out in Gotham.

It happened so often that people were numb to it, and so many years later when the righteous prosecutor Harvey Dent became Two-Face, people just sighed.

——But the young Bruce Wayne found him, and pulled him out of the quagmire with one sentence: "I want to rebuild Gotham Elementary School, and I think you can be qualified for the position of principal."

Wayne Labs fitted him with a prosthetic, at least in appearance.The short-tempered Mr. Ronnie began to cultivate himself, and gradually became the principal loved by the children.

Ronnie always believes that Gotham's tomorrow will be better, just like these children on campus.

In this year's Gotham, people like Ronnie, who got rid of the darkness and hoped to go to the light, are the outliers in Gotham.

Gotham needs Batman, it needs Bruce Wayne, and it needs hopeful aliens.

Anyway, he became a staunch bat blower and held high the bat banner unwaveringly.

"Batman and Bruce Wayne go the same way."

"It's an honor, and so am I."

The self-cultivating old principal forked a vegetable leaf for himself, happily watching the children having fun.

"Excuse me." Damian, who happened to be looking for Dorothy, stood behind him, staring at the red-haired boy condescendingly.

The little chocolate boy was stared at and swallowed. He knew Damian Wayne and had close contact with him—he meant that he had been beaten for provocation.Kid Wayne is dark and ruthless.He usually took a detour, and the sixth-grade boy was relieved until the other party was promoted to Gotham Middle School and was never seen again.

He stubbornly pushed out his small chest, but he couldn't back down now, even though his calves were trembling.

Dorothy quickly turned her head in surprise: "Little D!"

"By the way, your red hair is gorgeous." He has a rare bright red hair color, as bright as the barrel of the red hood, and impressive.

She waved to the chocolate boy: "See you next time."

The little red-haired boy who hadn't told his name wanted to say something, but was instantly silenced by Damian's gaze.

Billy Batson, who was scurrying behind to catch up, paused, turned a corner and found an empty seat to sit down, and peeked there secretly through the crevice of his arm while he was burying his head in eating.

Damian followed Dorothy without a word, and sat beside her.

Dorothy glanced back, the friends who used to eat together were late again this time and did not come over.

She smacked her lips, it seemed that she couldn't hear the story today.

"Who are you looking for?" Damian, who was preoccupied, was still alert, and the little brother's radar went online.

Dorothy was biting the dried fruit, and her milky white cheeks were bulging, like a little squirrel gnawing on a nut.Little Dorothy, who couldn't even pronounce the words clearly, had to make a long story short, so she said in a vague voice: "No."

"How spicy?"

"Dorothy." Damian still has major issues to be resolved right now, so he doesn't want to worry about it any more, so he spoke carefully, "Who is that torch head that has been sprinkled with seasoning?"

Damian's language arts are still admirable.

The proud little brother would not remember the name of his defeated opponent, and it was all three years ago when he just entered school.

Dorothy unscrewed the sparkling water, took a big gulp and washed it down, raised her head and thought for a while and said affirmatively, "Chocolate Boy."

Dorothy gave the unknown boy a nickname, then blinked and asked Damian who had rushed over from the school next door: "Little D, have you eaten yet?"

Damian folded his chest indifferently: he was full of gas.

Dorothy handed the little brother a lollipop, and praised: "I think you are a bit cool today."

The kind of coolness that the crisp little milk voice that has not changed the voice can't stop.

He stared at his own cub, and scanned Dorothy's whole cub with sharp eyes from his green eyes, from the strands of hair to the school uniform card, and saw that Dorothy was inexplicable.

Dorothy smiled at the strange little brother, and starlight poured out of her blue eyes towards Damian.

Fuck, Damian thought devastated, this was looking more and more like a fucking Grayson.

Consider Grayson's innumerable ex-girlfriends—

Damian said solemnly, "...tell me, you're not a redhead."