Chapter 227 Chapter 227 [VIP]

Deathstroke's little class won't start until next week, and it's just a small thing after all, including Megan finding Robin as a sparring partner -

The Joker knew that the two children got along well, and Robin even taught her an elective course. He did all this out of impatience and with his consent, so such a small thing was not enough to cause a conflict between him and Megan.

You have to know that there have been bigger conflicts between them for a long time, but they were all overcome smoothly at that time. Now he is even more tolerant and patient, so he keenly sensed that Deathstroke had evil intentions, but he didn't do it too obviously and did not violate the agreed terms of the deal.

This is how they deal with people like them. Even if they reach a cooperation on the surface, it does not affect their respective behaviors of crossing the line, selfishness and betrayal.

Now they had another urgent matter before them.

The clown had changed back into his usual attire. His purple suit was meticulously groomed. His face was pale, but his lips were a strange scarlet color. As he walked out of the bedroom, he looked at the child sitting by the door.

It was still March or April, so the house was still covered in plush carpet. Megan sat on the floor. When he left, she reached out and tugged at his trouser leg, raising her innocent face, clearly wanting to see him. The clown laughed in an ambiguous tone, "What are you doing?"

Megan opened her eyes wide, stared at the clown, and asked curiously: "Dad, I feel like you have something to say to me?" They have been together for such a long time, who doesn't understand each other?

The clown looked down at her, and when he tried to lift his leg but failed to break free, he stood back on his feet, "Get up and talk properly, Megan, don't play dirty with me."

At least his words worked, and Megan let go of her hand obediently, but in fact, when he went downstairs, the child flew directly and hung behind him, and was supported by the clown. He rarely got angry, but this time he couldn't control his temper and said angrily: "Get down here!" He was angry, but Megan pulled the suit on his back with both hands, making him look embarrassed.

Megan: "Bear attacks! Hahahahaha!"

This child loved to be naughty and to joke with others. When she was finally pulled down, she held the clown's hand and jumped down the stairs one step at a time. She jumped happily because she had a premonition that the clown was going to tell her good things, so she was looking forward to it early.

Her premonition was correct, but now the focus had completely changed. The clown said to her with lingering anger, "Don't do these dangerous little tricks. I don't believe you haven't learned not to fight on the stairs. If someone else comes, do you think you won't fall down..."

Before the Joker could finish his words, Megan kicked him in the leg, and she refused to give up.

After a flurry of punches and kicks, the instigator yelled, "There's no one else! There won't be another!" Is she acting like a victim by storming out like this? But wasn't she the one who initiated the dangerous act?

The Joker was baffled. He'd spoiled this child to the point of wanton pampering, and now it was starting to bite him? He couldn't help but laugh in anger. He leaned over and placed a hand on Megan's shoulder. "Who told you to mess with me like this? Stop with your perverse theories..."

Megan pouted and huffed, "But I know you can catch me."

This kid always had a way of provoking him, and then using sweet words to calm his anger. The clown frowned deeply, and at this time Megan rushed into his arms. She was rude and unreasonable, but so real.

She said, "I just like playing with you, Daddy." She had a lot of love, but didn't know how to express it. When she expressed her love, she tried to take it in return, which led to her mischief.

Because she believed the clown could catch her, she acted recklessly;

Because she believes that such "parent-child activities" can prove the clown's love for her, she enjoys doing it.

"Then can't you do it another way?"

The clown asked, and then he heard the child in his arms slowly say: "You are always smiling, Daddy, I want to see other expressions on your face."

The madman who was always laughing was extremely surprised. "There are so many jokes in this world. Anyone who sees the truth can't help laughing." He couldn't help but burst into laughter as he spoke. The deep meaning that originally filled his eyebrows and eyes turned into madness and distortion in an instant.

He couldn't help laughing, but there was no real meaning in his smile, especially since the child in front of him didn't laugh with him. Finally, he restrained his smile, pulled the corners of his mouth indifferently, and said, "I thought these faces were enough for you to see, the Joker, Arthur, ha, are you still dissatisfied with this?"

Megan was already a smart kid. She knew how to refute the clown and said seriously, "You're distorting my meaning again. I mean, in this case, you're just a 'person who loves me.'" She was so domineering! She even dared to dream of such a whimsical thing.

The clown ruffled her hair and said, "Let's change the subject, dear. I hope you still remember the completion date we signed with the construction team."

Megan was so surprised that she couldn't help but raise her hand to grab the clown's arm and asked anxiously, "Dad, is our factory going to be completed? Dad, I remember the date is..."

She tried hard to recall and raised her hand to gesture, "Was it just recently?" She remembered it but was not very sure. Because this matter was too exciting for her, she could not help but ask the clown for a definite answer.

The clown smiled, "The factory building is complete. We're currently installing wiring, doors, windows, plumbing, and the office equipment you selected. We estimate we'll be able to hold the opening ceremony next week."

Megan looked up and asked, "What about the staff cafeteria? Is it ready too?"

Because her original intention was to help others, she cared about these seemingly insignificant issues. After pondering for a while, she suddenly thought of another problem, "There is also our safety production management system. When workshop employees start working, they also need to receive pre-job training to avoid production accidents."

She immediately realized that she had neglected many issues, and immediately became very angry. She even yelled at the clown: "You didn't even remind me!" She was so anxious that she felt like she was about to burst into flames.

The clown was happy to see her busy appearance. Not only did he not care, he even added fuel to the fire, "Aren't you concentrating on playing with your friends and your new teacher? I thought you had forgotten these important things long ago."

"But you're my child after all. I've watched everything and taken care of things for you. You're still young, so it's normal for you to be playful, right? It's all understandable."

What he said was all true, but his tone was sarcastic. Megan was annoyed for a while, then looked up at him pitifully. She still felt wronged.

"That's not the case, Dad." Her eyes were wet as she pulled his hand and said, "I don't understand how a company operates, but you know you have to remind me."

"If you remind me, I will definitely come and do it with you. I won't let you work alone."

"This is my wish, I remember it. If there is something I don't know, you have to teach me." She asked for it with confidence and expressed what she wanted directly, which could barely be considered an advantage.

Moreover, Megan was eager to learn and didn't shirk her responsibilities, trying her best to shoulder them. At her age, such behavior was rare. The Joker looked at her with deep scrutiny. After a long pause, he nodded and said with satisfaction, "Since you asked, that's fine. But if you want to know the safety production standards and what they are like now, you have to come with me to the factory."

But there was no rush for them to leave for the factory; there were still several days left in the week, and it was already night.

The clown was about to leave. He put on his hat and picked up his cane. Megan stood at the door and asked him, "What are you doing out there?"

"Because of your situation, I need to talk to someone."

He turned and looked at her, his tone clearly pointed. "Why did they keep this news from me? God, this hurts me so much."

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Megan's sleep and rest schedule has always been regular. She goes to bed early, so she didn't know when the Joker came back at night. When she saw him the next morning, he looked obviously not very happy. The atmosphere at his place was depressing, so Megan pretended not to know.

She had to go to school, so she hurried out the door after breakfast.

Megan's current main course is the same as in sixth grade, and she is still in the same class as Sarah. Although Gotham Middle School's class division system is to demote students to a lower class if they fail the final exam, as long as they can pass the line, their classmates will not change much. Only the elective courses are chosen by everyone, and almost one-third of them are sports courses.

After all, in the United States, it is easier to apply for college with athletic expertise, and the competition is correspondingly fierce. Famous universities have regulations on what kind of competitions students with athletic expertise must have participated in and what kind of rankings they must achieve in order to be admitted. Therefore, there are very few students with athletic expertise. If you want to fake a match, national competitions are difficult to fake, and the cost is high and uncontrollable. It is cheaper and simpler to donate to the school.

Therefore, sports expertise is a relatively fair competition. Even students from poor backgrounds can achieve good results through various competitions and apply to good universities. Once they enter university, they will be recruited by various clubs or the school itself. These are all opportunities to soar to success.

The United States is keen on creating sports stars, and Gotham is no exception. Competitions are often held in the huge Knight Stadium. Some are school leagues, some are city or state team competitions, and the competition events are even more varied. Among them, the most popular ones are undoubtedly rugby, baseball, basketball, football and hockey.

Megan's good friend Sarah was originally in the volleyball club, and later signed up for volleyball classes. She also joined the grade cheerleading team for training this semester because of the recommendation of a senior. When she heard that the school cheerleading team was about to start selecting new members, she spent almost all her time in the gym after school every day.

So Jason was the only good friend Megan could walk with after school.

As for going to the library to study, according to their usual frequency, they went there about two or three times a week, and sometimes they went to Jason's safe house to take Spanish lessons.

Today, when school was over, Megan didn't stay in the school, so Jason followed her.

It was already spring, the season of revival. Megan looked up at the new buds emerging from the trees on the roadside. She was looking at the scenery out of curiosity and knew that the people next to her were looking at her, but she was already familiar with such a sight. She did not turn her head to look at Jason until she was almost at the end of the road.

"I have something very important to tell you," Megan raised her chin slightly, hiding what she was going to say next, and waited for further questions with a proud look on her face.

Jason couldn't help but tilt his head, his expression filled with concentration and a smile, "Hey, what is that?"

The two of them are a perfect match, with no conflicts or cold wars. Jason always cooperates with Megan's games and will also pull her to play his own games. Even their daily interactions are full of fun and never monotonous.

I just walked to the traffic light at the intersection. It was red, and the numbers that kept jumping started counting down from over forty.

Megan took a step toward Jason, squeezed in next to him, and whispered, "Well, my dad and I's company is going to open next week, and I'd like to invite you to the ribbon-cutting ceremony." She couldn't help but smile as she spoke.

Jason seemed to let out a surprised "wow". He was happy for Megan and couldn't help but smile. "Really? Are you really inviting me to the opening ceremony?"

Megan nodded confidently, "I'm going to introduce you to Dad as my best friend."

But the best friends can't study together this week. Megan said, playing with the tail of her braid: "But I have to go to the factory after school this week and next week."

"I didn't know or forget a lot of things before, and Dad didn't remind me, and now I have to deal with them. The factory's safety production management system needs to be written, and Dad said it's best for me to understand it. I need to know how the machines operate, how to prevent accidents, how to stop the machines in an emergency after an accident, and other fire safety knowledge."

When Megan talked about these topics, she didn't flinch at all, and her eyes were full of eagerness. "If my factory is going to expand in the future, then these issues should be paid attention to now, right?"

"Even if it's unpopular after opening and may go bankrupt, it's still a problem that can't be ignored."

The author has something to say:

Xiaomei, your father doesn't seem happy.

Meghan also had a scandal last time, but it wasn't the same scandal.