Chapter 124 Chapter 124 [VIP]

"There are so many people in school." Megan said meaningless words. She has been wandering around these days, moving her short legs around the school. She doesn't look like a middle school student. During breaks, students occasionally ask her who she is looking for. Megan can no longer remain silent, otherwise someone will really take her to the Academic Affairs Office or the Security Office, which will make her upset.

She used to think Arkham Asylum was huge, but when she was able to go out and explore on her own, she felt that Gotham City was huge, but the adults were busy working to make a living, and the students had to study, so they could always find something to do instead of wandering the streets like a few people.

At that time, she thought the world was vast and empty, but when she arrived at school, she found that many people were concentrated in one area and it seemed too noisy and bustling.

Megan clung to the clown, she wanted to 'recharge', she leaned over and didn't move, the clown patted her shoulders, letting her stay like that. Although she had been experiencing the daily life of an ordinary child these days, for her, being in the crowd and having to respond required more energy and strength, which made her exhausted. She closed her eyes as if she was going to fall asleep, but when the clown patted her, she arched to the side in response.

The Joker had a sinister smile on his face and said in a deep voice: "But you have to get used to it. That's the life of an ordinary person." This was already a special treatment for her, allowing her to go out into society instead of staying in Arkham Asylum and associating with mentally ill criminals.

In the short term, it seemed those highly intelligent criminals could teach Megan a lot, but what about her self-awareness and mental state? Her condition wasn't as stable as it appeared, always on the brink of collapse. A single careless move could trigger a complete catastrophe, requiring careful care. However, her apparent symptoms were improving, and she could stop being a psychopath.

In the evening, Bob came back to cook. You know, the Joker would not do these "household chores". After dinner, Megan took out her mobile phone - the Joker had prepared one for her some time ago. She originally planned to use it casually and only to contact him, but Megan had good friends, so she added the contact information of Robin and Killer Croc.

There was nothing that could be done about this child who always caused emergencies. The Joker later took her phone and dealt with it. Even if someone took the phone from Megan to check it, the call records of this good father and daughter would not be exposed, only the fake messages could be seen.

He had done what he could and now watched Megan fiddling with her phone, calling Killer Croc, "Waylon!" the child said excitedly.

I don't know what she said, but she sat cross-legged on the carpet, surrounded by a circle of dolls having a meeting. Suddenly, her whole body started to shake, and the fluffy braids hanging behind her also swayed. She said, "Okay, let's go out and play on Saturday~"

After agreeing with her friend on when to go out and play, Megan jumped up after hanging up the phone and took the initiative to pick up the dolls she had placed on the floor, but she just casually put them into a pile and suddenly skipped upstairs. Because of her abrupt behavior, the clown who was watching TV next to her couldn't help but call out to her, "What are you doing?" hoping that she would not cause any more trouble.

Megan glanced at the alarm clock on the TV cabinet and dropped her hand from the stair railing. "Go wash up?"

It sounded like a serious answer, but after Megan ran to wash her face, there was no movement for more than ten minutes. The child was quiet, so something must have happened. The clown walked over impatiently and saw her playing with bubbles and water.

The hair on his forehead was still wet. It was obvious that he didn't have time to wipe it after washing his face. He was just playing. His hands were still shaking in the sink. After picking up the hands, he made an OK gesture and blew bubbles here.

Noticing the clown coming, Megan smiled at him with her eyes curved: "Dad!" Then she continued to lower her head to touch the soapy water, put her hands together into a circle, and tried to blow a big bubble. She was very focused, but only halfway through, she blew the water film into a little outward arc before it exploded, and water splashed into her eyes.

Megan: “Dad!”

Her father stood there and watched coldly. He saw Megan with her eyes closed, her face wrinkled into a ball. She fumbled for the faucet and finally washed off the soapy water on her hands before rubbing her eyes. He waited for the slight stinging sensation in her eyes to disappear. Although it was still a little uncomfortable with the water in her eyes, she could see things without any problem after opening her eyes.

Megan wiped her hands and face with a washcloth and ran towards the clown. She would not let such a small incident leave a psychological shadow or create a gap between her and the clown. She just grabbed his hand and hugged him.

She seemed to be trying to be nice, but the clown wasn't satisfied and asked, "I remember you said you were coming to wash up?" But what was she doing now? It was September now. If she continued playing in the water, she would definitely catch a cold. Then, instead of calling "Daddy" with such a strong voice as today, she would just sob.

The clown still remembered how sick she looked when she had a cold. Her reactions were slower than usual, as if she was about to return to her original state at any time, which made people feel annoyed.

"If you do this again next time, I will stop giving you candy for a week." Children all love to eat candy, and Megan is no exception. When she was in Arkham Asylum, Penguin or Poison Ivy would always feed her snacks and desserts. Fortunately, he gave her instructions to rinse her mouth and brush her teeth regularly so that she didn't have cavities.

But by the way, the clown bent down and forcefully lifted Megan's jaw, asking her to open her mouth to see how her teeth were growing. He even took out a small flashlight from his pocket and shone it in to see -

After he adopted the child, he personally performed pit and fissure sealing on the child. When the child reached the age of eleven or twelve, it was time to prepare for pit and fissure sealing on the second permanent molars. However, it depended on how the teeth grew first, and it was best if the teeth did not have caries before doing pit and fissure sealing.

Megan's second permanent molar was still erupting and had not yet fully taken shape. Her other teeth that had already grown were flat, neat, and there were no problems. The clown then let go of his hand, and the flashlight flashed at Megan before turning it off, which made her unhappy again, and she waved her hand and slapped the clown.

Her strength was like a cat's scratch, but the clown ignored her temper, stroking her jawline with his palm and threatening with a smile: "Don't eat too many sweets, child, and eat less cold and hard food. If you don't pay attention to this problem now, you will have a bad mouth of cavities when you grow up, and everything you eat will hurt."

Her father always had the best in mind for her. Megan was a child with a weak brain and could not think about the long-term future. The clown had enough experience, but he would not give endless hints. He finished his words in a weird accent, withdrew his hand, and turned away.

Megan: (●^●)

The little bear pounced and hung directly on the clown, trying to climb up using her hands and feet. The soapy water on her hands had not yet dried. When she was hanging on the clown's neck, she smeared it directly on his face and hair, but was pulled off by the clown in frustration.

"What are you doing?!"

When he scolded Megan, he saw her standing with her hands behind her back, looking so well-behaved, but when she raised her young face, there was a small smile on her face, and she said to him, "What a surprise."

The clown was silent for a moment, then his smile grew even more hideous. He could tell Megan was imitating him. She had somehow picked up this bad habit again, but imitating him? How was she like him?

The child's face has not grown yet, and is no longer the skinny and pitiful appearance it used to be. It has a slight rounded curve and round eyes, so when he makes any expression, he looks lively and energetic.

But if you ask who she learned it from, it's completely impossible to tell. Only the clown who knows her problems and habits can guess a little.

Megan hasn't had her holiday yet, she just came back from school, but she's already acting like this, which makes the clown want to ignore her even more. Whenever he treats her nicely, he becomes more and more demanding, saying that she's not smart. But she always steps on his bottom line and jumps around hard, so how can she look confused or ignorant at all?

"Don't mess with me again, Megan. Just go and clean up and wash up." The clown couldn't stand it anymore, but he still waited until she took the pills and went to sleep before leaving the building.

As for beating the child to teach her a lesson?

——Oh my God, then the rumors Jonathan spread in Arkham have come true!

The clown walked out the door leaning on his cane, feeling very tired, but he was actually relieved when he thought about going to do his own thing and not having to see her for a while.

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Megan started to live a life of going to and from school on time, carrying her small schoolbag, and bringing the lunch box made by Bob one or two days a week. If she ate all her meals in the cafeteria, it would mean Megan would have to squeeze in the crowd every day, which she didn't want.

In the second week of school, Sarah asked her to go to the school library. Megan had only seen the building from the outside and had never been inside, so she went with her.

It was only 2:30 in the afternoon when school was over. They put away their things, held hands and walked all the way to the library.

Sarah felt that she had become independent since she was in middle school, but when she was with her friend Megan, she couldn't help but become childish... It must be because Megan looked young, her personality was still very quiet, and she didn't like to joke or talk, so Sarah wanted to tease her.

Megan is a super cute kid.

When Sarah saw her for the first time in the classroom, she was struck by the combination of black hair and green eyes. Megan's eyebrows and eyes were delicate and exquisite. She didn't like to make expressions. When she tilted her head, she looked like a doll. Even her occasional clumsy and slow reactions were like the doll suddenly moving.

On the way, Sara couldn't help but touch Megan's hair and whispered to her: "Xiaomei, what book are you going to read?"

Megan tilted her head to look at her, "You don't know?" Her green eyes were crystal clear, without any haze.

Sarah followed Megan's movements and waved her hands. She knew that this action was super childish, but Megan liked to do it. She was thinking childish in her heart, but her movements were very cooperative and she was laughing. She said: "I don't know what to see either."

"I heard that the Wayne Group invested in the school before the start of the semester and donated a lot of books to the library."

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