Chapter 6: Little Ringo goes to elementary school

72.

Bruce was peering darkly through the window on the second floor of the manor, holding a newspaper.

Ah Fu, who was standing next to him, was holding a cup of black tea. He looked calm and turned his head slightly to glance at Bruce. "Sir, you've been staring at me like this for half an hour. These octopus gentlemen don't mean any harm."

Bruce was silent for a moment, his brow furrowed, his voice low: "They don't look... professional at all."

Ah Fu took a sip of his tea, a meaningful smile in his eyes. "Oh? I think they're incredibly efficient. After all, each one has eight tentacles. One octopus is equivalent to four ordinary workers."

Bruce's mouth twitched as he watched the big red octopus holding up a huge pen with its tentacles and swaying it from side to side as if dancing.

"They're also dyed," Bruce added dryly.

Ah Fu nodded slightly. "Yes, sir. Personally, I think these colors make them more... eye-catching on the construction site."

Bruce folded the newspaper and placed it on the windowsill, watching coldly as the green octopus on the construction site waved its tentacles to direct the team while stealthily taking away a bucket of spicy crayfish.

“They actually steal food.”

Ah Fu coughed politely and said, "After all, Mr. Octopus doesn't often see such delicious crayfish in the sea."

Bruce turned his head and looked at Alfu, his eyes seemed to see through him: "Alfu, where did these octopuses come from?"

Ah Fu calmly put down his teacup and replied, "From what I understand, the young lady signed a 'construction contract' on a mysterious website, promising to give them a batch of seasonings and a bottle of Kuang Tao Zhen Lin as compensation after the completion of the project."

Bruce's face darkened even further. "I understand Kuang Tao Zhen Lin, but what about the seasoning?"

Ah Fu nodded slightly. "Yes, sir, seafood seasonings—spicy, garlic, and pepper salt. The lady also gave me a set of waterproof kitchen utensils as a gift. It was very thoughtful."

Bruce: “…”

73.

I was drinking coconut juice next to the construction site, happily watching the busy figures of Squidward's team, my drone team, and my small robot team.

The big red octopus waved its eight hands wildly, and the building materials turned into a pavilion in the air under its spiritual power. The orange octopus was building a floating formation for the cliff platform. The yellow octopus and the green octopus were gathering spirits and breeding in the forest. The blue octopus was gnawing on crayfish while working hard to carve an illusion formation on the beach. The blue and purple octopuses worked together to add bricks and tiles to the formation of the control center.

"Leona."

I heard a sound and looked up to see Bruce walking towards me from the direction of the manor, followed by a calm-looking Alfu.

"Hi, Dad! Welcome to our epic renovation project on Wayne Island!" I waved at him with a smile.

Bruce stopped in front of me, his eyes scanning the colorful octopus team on the construction site with a complicated look: "Leona, these...octopuses, did you find them?"

"Of course! They are a well-known decoration team in the world of immortal cultivation, and their skills are superb!" I proudly put my hands on my hips and lifted my non-existent side bangs.

Bruce frowned slightly and said, "They are stealing food."

The green octopus froze instantly, and the crayfish in its tentacles fell into the waves with a plop. Without caring about being sad, it quickly pretended that it was carefully adjusting the formation according to the tide conditions.

"Uh, surprise, surprise!" I immediately stood in front of the green octopus and gave Bruce a flattering smile. "Dad, it's normal for the construction team to have a few snacks! Look at what a great job they've done! The forest over there, the floating platform over there, and that attic—it's impeccable!"

Bruce took a deep breath, staring at the green octopus that was still secretly digging for crayfish in the sea water, and finally turned his gaze back to me: "Leona, I just hope they don't move the entire island away 'by the way' one day."

"Dad, you have to trust me, they're very professional!" I patted my chest and assured him, "Besides, I've signed an 'Anti-Renovation Fraud Agreement' with them, so there will be absolutely no problems!"

"If there's any problem, I'll give them a one-star review! I'll also report them to the Monster Control Bureau for fraud! They'll abscond with the money!"

The seven octopuses gasped in surprise and bit their fingers in fear.

They all worked harder at the same time, and eight hands quickly waved, leaving afterimages.

74.

Ah Fu coughed softly and bowed slightly, saying, "Sir, at least from what we can see so far, the construction on the island is progressing very smoothly."

Bruce sighed and rubbed his brow: "Okay, Leona, I believe you for now."

"YES!" I excitedly pumped my fist and turned to Squidward's team, "Everyone! Work hard! The boss is here to inspect!"

The seven octopuses did not dare to slack off. They waved their tentacles and continued working enthusiastically.

Bruce looked at the seven colorful octopuses, his mouth twitching slightly: "At least control the snacks..."

Ah Fu added gently, "I will set up an 'octopus snack supply station' and provide a daily ration of food."

"Afu, you are always so thoughtful." I gave Afu a thumbs up.

Bruce looked at Alfu, then at me, and finally shook his head, turned and left the construction site.

75.

As the sun sets, the colorful octopuses are still busy adding bricks and tiles to my blueprint, and Ah Fu has already prepared dinner at the manor.

Sitting on a small tree stump near the construction site, munching on freshly peeled coconut flesh, I exclaimed, "This is what a world-class renovation project should look like!"

The green octopus sneaked over, stretched out a tentacle, and carefully pushed over a plate of fresh crayfish.

"It's the classic spicy version. Please don't give us one star just because I cheated!"

I took the plate of crayfish with a smile, promised it that I would never give it one star, and then looked at the sunset with the relieved green octopus and started to eat it contentedly.

——The transformation plan of the great Miss Leona is progressing steadily.

75.

When the renovation project was almost done, I was leisurely sitting in the study, eating cookies and reading novels online.

"You should go to school, Leona." Bruce said to me seriously.

According to my bone age, I am nine years old.

At this age, I should be in the third grade of elementary school, but because of my wind-like mother, I am still an out-of-school child.

Although I think skipping grades is nothing for me at the elementary school level, and I should actually train hard in the sect... But after all, this is the first request Bruce has made to me so seriously... It seems not good to refuse. As for going to school, it shouldn't be difficult.

After all, I'm an alien cultivator who's traveled the world, roamed the stars, and traversed the turbulence of time and space at a young age! What could be so difficult for me?

So I casually agreed, "Okay, Dad. If it's elementary school, then I want to go to fifth grade."

"I have a feeling I'll meet my first sister there," I said seriously.

Bruce breathed a sigh of relief. He had thought a child as self-conscious as Leona would think school was childish and her peers were idiots. Unexpectedly, I took it well, without even a hint of rebellion.

"Humans are social animals, and it's human nature to want to fit into society." I said with a look of "Isn't this normal?"

"As a normal person, I should have my own friends."

Uh... I didn't mean to mock my dad for not being a normal person, I'm sending four!

73.

The next day, Bruce took me to school.

I, Leona Wayne, although Bruce has not found a chance to introduce me to the upper class of Gotham, but the fact that Bruce Wayne personally sent me to school is enough to express an attitude to them:

It was only a matter of time before I was introduced.

So I lived a very comfortable life in elementary school. There was no blind person to ruin my good mood. Some people even tried to include me in their small group.

After all, there aren't many kids like me who are excellent, kind, mature, and don't make trouble. It's only natural for someone to like me.

74.

Even in elementary schools, there are many clubs, such as art club, science club, choir, sports team, programming club, etc.

I'm not really interested in any of this. Instead of playing house with them, I'd rather go home and explore Bruce's secrets.

I found that Bruce has been acting mysterious lately. He sleeps until two or three in the afternoon every day, but goes back to his room early at night.

Although I really want to use the holographic security camera to see what he does every day, Bruce has a firm grip on the control system. He even kicked me off the list of controllers! Whenever I try to hack in and spy on him, he plays the surveillance footage from my room. It's full of irony!

It's so weird, I suspect he's doing something behind my back.

Even Alfred has excluded me! Oh my god, this incredibly cold Wayne Manor! There's no place for me anymore!

75.

In a fit of rage, I joined the school's programming club, hoping to use the help of my instructor to hack Bruce.

But obviously I was so angry that I lost my mind. What ability could an elementary school teacher have? He couldn't even understand Bruce's code, let alone find the loophole!

Damn it, not only did I not give up, I fought harder and harder. If I had to say, it was probably because Bruce had lowered his level just enough to stop me, but not enough to make me completely despair and lose confidence. So I always felt like I was just a little bit away from breaking through his defenses, and that little bit kept getting a little bit closer day by day.

Just as I was fuming in frustration in the club room, a girl suddenly said, "You should use a recursive function to optimize this. Your algorithm is a bit lengthy."

She stood behind me for a long time, but at the beginning, there were a lot of people standing behind me watching. They all had their own ideas, and most of the time they just chattered about some innocent thoughts. When they saw that I didn't care at all, they gradually dispersed. I thought she was just like those people, trying to get in touch with "Wayne".

I looked over in surprise. I didn't expect that someone could understand it and give me ways to improve it.

A red-haired girl stood behind me, staring intently at my screen, her finger gently pointing at the code segment where I was stuck.

"Your firewall bypass logic is too complicated. You can try shortening the path and reducing unnecessary loops, which will make it faster." She said it easily, as if these complicated things were just child's play for her.

I stared at her in amazement, thinking: She actually understood my code? And even suggested ways to improve it? This is not common in elementary school.

"How did you..." I couldn't help but ask.

She smiled. "I've always been interested in network security and programming. This firewall code is very interesting." She paused. "I'm Barbara Gordon, a fourth-grader."

My mind raced, and I immediately realized that this girl was completely different from the other onlookers. She wasn't just there to watch the fun, but she could really help me find the problem.

So, I pointed at the screen and asked tentatively: "Can you teach me how to optimize this recursive function?"

"Of course." Barbara nodded and sat down next to me. "We can first analyze the firewall's defense mechanism and then find its weaknesses."

Her fingers pounded the keyboard, adding a few improvements to my code. "Look, this is much simpler and more efficient."

I stared at the screen, feeling like a whole new world had suddenly opened up in my head. "Oh my god, you're a genius!"

Barbara smiled. "No, I just like solving problems. What about you? Why are you so obsessed with cracking this system?"

I hesitated for a moment, then confessed, "Because there's someone around me who's been acting mysterious lately, and I think he's hiding something from me."

Barbara nodded, a glint of interest in her eyes. "Secrets are always the fun part. Maybe we can try this together."