Chapter 165 Chapter 165 [VIP]

Megan likes danger, but why does she like danger?

Dangerous things can easily hurt people and make people afraid, but with Megan, it seems to be the opposite. She is not afraid of getting hurt for other reasons, such as her father's concern, so she refuses to get hurt. But she always wants to get closer to danger, as if it can bring her a certain feeling - freedom, and she also has a certain yearning for danger. Even if she is constrained not to get hurt, she still likes it, she just likes it.

She is always overbearing and willful, and needs to be accommodated by others. But if you leave her alone, you will feel sorry for her and even can't bear to discipline her strictly. You just want to stroke the fur of this unreasonable little bear.

Jason coaxed Megan and made an agreement with her to take a rest after playing on the skating rink. He continued to pick up the snowball molds, and when Alfred came, he saw two children making a lot of duck snowballs next to the snow field. They were spread out in a mess, as if they were having a meeting.

As promised, he brought the food that the two children wanted to eat. He did not put it in the car, but put the food boxes in the lounge before coming to find them. He planned to wait until they finished dinner before leaving, so he arrived a little early.

"Okay, Master Jason and Miss Megan, I guess you should be hungry. Please follow me." Alfred spoke in a gentle and slow tone. He didn't look stern at all and had a very gentlemanly temperament, but he could easily make people listen to him attentively.

Jason listened to what he said, then winked at Megan, not knowing what he meant. When Megan tilted her head in confusion, Jason took away the snowball mold, jumped to Alfred, and took his hand, "Alfred!"

Alfred was confused and had no idea what Jason meant, but he was sure that they were playing, because Megan also stood up, ran towards him, took his other hand directly, and called out, "Afu." She had black hair and green eyes, and looked very childish. She looked at him and then at Jason from time to time, obviously not understanding the meaning of this action, but since Jason did it, she followed suit.

Both of his hands were held, and the two children snuggled up to him. Alfred smiled kindly and stopped exploring the issue. He led them towards the lounge and said slowly, "Ms. Megan..." Before he could finish the second half of his sentence, he saw Jason looking at him with bright eyes.

The old butler kept smiling as he looked at them, and didn't deliberately keep them in suspense. "I wanted to ask how practice went today. Was this sport fun?"

Megan nodded, "It's fun! Skiing is a little difficult, and then Jason and I will go ice skating, which is easy." She couldn't help shaking her hands while speaking, and Alfred noticed it, but didn't stop him. He shook his clasped hands according to her strength. Sometimes the rules of the upper class are strict, but not rigid, and there is no room for a little innocence and childishness.

"Then there will be injuries, right?" He knew what the general situation was like for beginners. They would fall countless times on the snow, get bumped in painful spots, and perhaps want to give up at some point.

But before Megan could answer, Jason spoke up. He said with pride, "Xiaomei wasn't injured. She just fell. It's normal to fall when you're just starting to practice, but Xiaomei learns super fast! And she's not discouraged at all."

Alfred nodded and said, "Perseverance is a virtue."

"Ms. Megan, I think you're exhausted today, so in addition to the cheese baked prawns and lamb chops, I also prepared apple pie and roast chicken. I originally thought they could comfort and encourage you, but now—"

"Celebrating you."

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The practical assignment for social studies classes is simply a video requiring students to perform an ice and snow sport. It doesn't have to be too long, less than ten minutes, and students are not even required to reach a certain level. However, if they slack off too much, points will obviously be deducted. As long as they can pass it, they will pass the midterm assessment after submitting it.

Ice and snow sports are not very popular in the second half of February due to weather reasons, so homework is usually submitted around this time. After that, there are relatively easy courses, and practical homework for the second half of the semester will not be assigned until after the spring break.

Megan certainly got a good score. Although she likes skiing and skating, she has no interest in practicing on the ski simulator. She only occasionally goes to the indoor skating rink and roller skating rink with Jason.

Although one activity was missing, they still had many games to play, such as going to Jason's safe house. Although it had been exposed to Batman, the dark adult would not care about the children's non-dangerous activities. From the beginning, he was only surprised that their relationship was so good, but he never interfered with Jason's friendships, nor would he go beyond Jason to check on his friends.

This weekend they gathered again in Jason's safe house. Megan sat on a blanket and played with a teddy bear, while Jason sat on a chair by the window with a harmonica in his hand. He raised his hand and started playing.

A gentle breeze blew past him into the room, accompanied by the melodious sound of the piano, which immediately caught Megan's attention. She turned her gaze away and ran to Jason's side furtively. When he finished playing a tune, she shouted, "Beautiful! I want to learn it too!"

Then Jason raised his eyebrows, and the expression on his face was not unexpected at all. He had long been familiar with Megan's personality. If she found something interesting, she would definitely want to learn it herself. No matter what the process was or what level she could reach in the end, these were not important things. She liked all kinds of new things and wanted to try everything. She was always full of energy and interest.

So before spring break, he taught Megan how to play the harmonica, which is a relatively simple and easy instrument to learn. After Megan tried to play the flute, which she couldn't make any sound, she felt that any instrument that could make a sound when blown was good!

Spring break was in mid-March and lasted for two weeks. Megan and Jason agreed to play together after the break, and then she went back to Arkham Asylum to see the Joker.

——She hasn’t had time to learn how to use acid flowers yet.

Megan was already familiar with the roads in and out of Arkham. She went in familiarly. She was not annoyed when she didn't see a familiar figure. She went straight back to the Joker's cell. She used to like to squeeze through the crack in the door, but preferences change. So when she entered, she opened the door wide, and the dim and eerie atmosphere in the cell disappeared. The Joker sat on the chair and turned around to look at her impatiently.

"Hey kid, you've been out playing, haven't you? Why do you seem like a different person after you came back?" Instead of saying he missed me, he was finding fault with me again. This was his usual behavior, and could even be called a fixed template.

It’s always the same process, as if it wouldn’t be considered a parent-child activity if some weird things weren’t said.

Megan's eyes sparkled as she rushed towards him with her short legs, running around like a little bear. She leaned against the clown and squeezed into his arms, forcing the clown to raise his arms helplessly and let her do whatever she wanted. She even opened her mouth and uttered sweet words: "Daddy, I miss you."

She counted on her fingers, "I counted thirteen moons." But the time they were apart was far more than thirteen days.

Megan looked up and saw the Joker's confusion, but she had her own reasons. "Some nights there is no moon, and other nights I forget to look at the moon and go to bed early."

But there were more than thirteen nights when she looked at the sky and thought of the Joker. Although she called him every time she missed him, and the Joker was so annoyed that he transferred the call to Nelson, she still enjoyed it.

An annoying child has thousands of ways to be annoying, but she is not ashamed of it, but proud of it. This made the clown, who was fed up with her, unable to bear it. He reached out and tore the child apart a little, then stroked her forehead and said, "Stay away from me and stop showing off your cleverness to me." He was wearing leather gloves on his hands, but even so, there was no warmth at all, which chilled Megan.

Megan tilted her head back, but she didn't give up. When she saw the clown stand up, she followed him and followed him closely. "Dad, do you miss me? Dad, don't you care about me? Dad, I'm a little depressed."

As soon as she finished speaking, the clown stopped and Megan bumped into him. The clown turned around and looked at the child carefully. Seeing that she looked a little disappointed, he smiled instead, with an indescribable interest in his eyes.

"Wow, you're trying to get away with pretending to be wronged again. You learned this from me without even asking me what I thought?"

Megan grabbed his hand, looked up with a good look on her face, and asked, "So what do you think?" Look at her, so obedient.

"Alas," the clown sighed again, but his acting was even more obvious, with almost no attempt to disguise it. He said rather dissatisfiedly, "You're like a low-quality imitation. How on earth are you like me?"

He is also curious about this question!

It had been a long time since he had seen this child, and he suddenly thought about why he had raised her, for fun? But now he always had a strange feeling, which he couldn't explain. When he saw Megan, he suddenly wanted to throw her aside and not care about her anymore. Megan thought his words were too strange. She looked at the clown, unsure, and looked again, as if the clown had said something funny.

"...What's that expression on your face?" The clown was dissatisfied, and the expression on his face became more and more ferocious and sinister.

Megan was really wondering how they were similar and asked, "Dad, we look the same. I am your child." In terms of appearance, they were the same, with black hair, green eyes, and slightly curly hair. As for the facial resemblance, her father dressed as Arthur looked very similar to her, but the clown had pale skin all over his body and always had a terrifying smile on his face, so he was hard to recognize.

So what are they similar in? Megan said: "Dad, you wait until I grow up to be as tall as you."

The clown then pretended to say, "Oh my God, Megan, you're right, I should be more patient. So how was your time out there? Do you mind telling me?"

Megan suddenly became happy, "I learned to ski and skate!" Her eyes sparkled as she said this, and she gestured to the clown with her hands and feet, saying that she felt a little pain from the fall and that she liked this kind of sports.

And what did the Joker discover?

Megan doesn't like crime. Her self-awareness was extremely fragile at first, and she was easily influenced by others. Although she learned everything she saw, crime was the only exception. After all, even her temper, bad interests, and bad habits were learned slowly. But crime requires thinking and aggressiveness, both of which Megan lacks. She doesn't have the brains, but that also explains something.

...gave him some guesses about the future, not very good ones.

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