Chapter 160 Chapter 160 [VIP]
When the new semester started, Arthur still took Megan to school because she wanted her father to take her to school, so she was compromised.
There are usually no classes on the first day of school. The main subject teacher needs to count the number of students. Sarah is still in the same class with her. In fact, as long as most of them have not skipped grades, the main subject class members will generally not change. So Sarah saw Megan's father.
But Arthur only dropped Megan off at the front of the school building and left. When she arrived at the classroom, Sarah ran over to talk to her. "Wow, your dad is worried about you and sent you to school. He looks—"
Megan turned to look at her friend, her eyes sparkling, obviously expecting Sarah's comment. They looked at each other, and Sarah sat down and squeezed into a chair with her, whispering to her, "He looks like he cares about you, and there's a, well, indescribable feeling. He's so tall and thin." Especially when Sarah saw them walking together upstairs, Megan was small, and her father was so tall, the contrast was so obvious.
Little Bear told her, "Well, Daddy is the best, and I want to be as tall as Daddy!"
Sarah stared at her best friend, seeing the joy and anticipation in her eyes. She couldn't bring herself to tease or criticize. She felt her heart soften. She leaned in close to Megan, rubbing her cheek with the fur on her clothes, nodding seriously. "Your dad is so tall, you can't be short!" Could it be a genetic mutation? Or should she be more cautious, like asking Megan's mom's height first? But the words were already out, and Sarah felt it was best to comfort her best friend.
Megan was the easiest child to coax. She was absolutely convinced that she could grow as tall as her father. They gathered together to talk, and only returned to their seats after the main teacher arrived, and gradually quieted down.
They had to collect books, fill out various information forms for the new semester, and pay tuition. However, Megan was a sponsored special child, so her tuition was waived throughout her high school years.
Anyway, there won't be any formal classes on the first day of school. As for the school assembly, since it's just the start of the semester, not the beginning of the year, there won't be one. There will be a speech by the grade teacher, but after that, it's up to each student to decide how to join their own clubs. If you're a boarding student, you'll have to clean up your dorm...
Megan still had to go see a psychologist, and on the way she heard the meeting times of various clubs on the radio. The reading club's meeting time was after school in the afternoon, and the venue was in the auditorium.
It was not until the afternoon when she was done with school that she put the books she had received from the previous class in her locker. She walked out with her light backpack and ran into Jason who was coming towards her. He raised his eyebrows at her and gave her a spirited smile. The two of them walked together and greeted other people on the way, but it did not affect their conversation.
"What are we going to talk about in the meeting?" Megan is now a good little bear who will take the initiative to explore problems!
Jason made an expression that Megan was familiar with, meaning that the content of the meeting was a bit boring and nothing surprising to worry about. "Do you believe me?" He blinked.
Megan nodded affirmatively, so he said, "It's a new system that allows members to form reading groups to help each other? Exchange their thoughts on reading, or bring members closer together. Anyway, they always have a lot to talk about in meetings, and the idea is beautiful enough." But apart from those words, this is the only thing worth paying attention to.
He turned his head to look at the girl with twin ponytails next to him and asked frankly, "Do you want to form a reading group with me?"
Now it was Megan's turn to put on an act. She also blinked and asked, "Are you inviting me?" She asked the question, but she knew what Jason's answer would be. Of course he invited her.
Jason rubbed her with his arm and raised his head proudly: "Humph."
Then the angry little bear ran after him, all the way to the auditorium, and within two minutes of sitting down they made up.
After listening to a lot of nonsense in the meeting, they sat on the stairs outside the auditorium, holding the group application form in their hands. Jason wrote his and Megan's names in beautiful cursive. As for the name of the group, he asked Megan if she had any ideas. When she shook her head, he simply wrote the name "Mason Group". He didn't tell Megan the name of the group. It would be interesting for her to discover it herself.
As for whether they need other team members? They believe that just hanging out with close friends is enough. Even if it's just quietly reading a book, they don't need other people to interfere. This is something they can completely decide on their own and do as they please, without any trade-offs.
Jason took the application form and put it in his schoolbag. He was to hand it in the next day. Since it was just after three o'clock, it was not too late, so they went to the library together to read.
There were not many people coming to the library on the first day of school. Jason and Megan both found the books they wanted to read and chose a double table by the window. He looked over and saw the book in Megan's hand.
Chemical engineering related books?
Jason looked at the book, then looked up at Megan's expression as she tried to concentrate seriously. After thinking for a moment, he asked her in a low voice, "Xiaomei, do you want to do chemical research?" In fact, he was trying to hold back his laughter.
He didn't think Megan was overconfident or inappropriate in reading books on chemistry, but he knew Megan used to like reading all kinds of storybooks. As long as the content wasn't too abstruse, complicated, or hard to remember, she could read it. She read The Little Prince, Fluffy, The Nutcracker, The Chronicles of Narnia, The Wizard of Oz...
Megan likes reading children's storybooks, and her hobbies will not change easily. And her expression shows that she feels that she is facing a huge and incomprehensible problem, and she is even a little angry at the book.
Jason covered the book in her hand, pulled it over and pressed it down, then looked at Megan who was looking over. He showed a comforting smile on his face, and wanted to express his feelings to Megan, but in the end he only said one sentence: "I think your book list can be changed, what do you think?"
Megan tilted her head to look at him, then looked at the book. Her expression gradually became clear, but no one knew what she understood. She only nodded and said, "Yeah. The book is not good."
"Yeah, the book's not good," Jason agreed.
A good book will not embarrass people or deliberately make them unable to understand. The person is good, but the book is bad!
So Jason followed Megan to return the book. Together they went to the bookshelf where they often stopped and got her a new storybook. Although Megan didn't like to make expressions, she immediately became cheerful and energetic. Jason followed behind her and quietly pinched the tail of her fluffy braid.
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In the new semester, the coursework is not difficult, but there are a lot of practical assignments. It is now the end of January and it is still winter. The sociology teacher asked Megan's class to experience skating, skiing, ice hockey or other ice and snow sports. Megan has no idea or plan yet, but she turned around and threw this question to the Joker.
She said on the phone, "Dad, I'm going skiing." She remembered playing in the snow in Arkham with Grandy, her older friend who could make huge snowballs, throw them in the air, and smash them with his fist.
Megan looked back at the past. She could remember the cold she felt at that time and the feeling of snowflakes falling on her cheeks. Sometimes snowflakes would fall on her eyelashes, and then when she blinked, it was as if a snowflake was fixed in front of her eyes. However, due to the high human body temperature and the hot air exhaled, the snowflakes quickly turned into small water droplets, and sometimes they would accidentally fall into her eyes.
Snowflakes are wet, and snowballs will freeze your hands. When your hands are frozen to the extreme, they will feel hot, and then if you keep them warm, you will feel that there seems to be no difference between cold and heat.
She remembered a lot of things easily, and felt inexplicably happy. She sat on the sofa, swaying like a little flower, and kept saying, "Skiing! I want to go."
The clown on the other end laughed at her self-righteous tone. She didn't even say she wanted it, she just said she wanted it. But who told her this was his child? Wasn't he patient with her, waiting for someone else to treat her well? That would be a huge joke!
He laughed out loud. "Oh, kid, you always bother me with such trivial matters, but I'm still busy. I'll leave it to Bob. If you have any other questions, call Nelson."
"By the way, I heard you wanted to learn how to make acid flowers..."
When the Joker heard that Megan wanted to learn this technique, he was already shocked. He knew Megan's character, so he was inevitably surprised. But he also guessed that Megan would not use it as a means of active attack, at most she would use it for self-defense? But whether she would use it or not was still uncertain.
Unlike what others think, the Joker knows Megan too well. Even if she is hurt by others in the future, she will not learn to fight back seriously, and it is even more impossible for her to actively hurt others. She is such a weak and useless person that she will only cry to him or lose her temper after being hurt, thinking that the other party will be punished if she is angry?
The clown had grasped this childish nature very well, so he didn't care about the embarrassment Megan made herself. But Megan said she wanted to learn how to make acid flowers, which was already a big improvement for her. Thinking of this, he answered the phone.
"Don't think it's some esoteric technique. You don't need to learn it beforehand. All you need to do is learn the formula and the experimental steps—but I'm not talking about doing a precision experiment where you have to calculate the amount of acid added by the drop or liter. I'm saying, be careful not to corrode your hands with the acid. Wear gloves and don't spill the acid during the process."
He has shown enough patience. In short, he wants the child to be mentally prepared first so that he won't mess around when the time comes and make him angry.
The clown hung up the phone after saying that. Is he busy? Of course he is busy!
The temperature dropped again that night, and he was dressed in the usual office employee's clothes, except for the ill-matched baseball cap. He looked like a courier, standing in an apartment with a baseball bat in his hand, which was now stained with blood. At his feet lay a motionless body, and the blood flowing from the head was about to spread to his feet.
He took a step to the side, but the tip of his shoe was still stained with some unpleasant color, so he rubbed it on the ground to wipe off the bloodstain, "Another failure. Every time I deal with you, I feel that Gotham's sewer system is well built, at least it's wide enough." He was referring to the size of the underground drainage pipes.
The Joker dropped his bat and prepared to dispose of the body. If it was a normal murder, he wouldn't have to do this. Gotham had enough murders every year, and shootings were common. But his "failure" had to be handled covertly and carefully, otherwise it would expose his big secret! The whole of Gotham would be in panic.
The most important thing is that it is not time for his secret to be exposed yet.
Even though he was troubled, he could do nothing about it. He still had to do what he had to do. Before dragging the body away, he had to deal with it a little. There should be no bloodstains on the road, and it would be better to arrange the room as if it was missing. Fortunately, he brought a body bag with him when he came, which saved him a lot of trouble. He stuffed the body and the baseball bat into the bag, zipped it up, and lifted it up effortlessly. Standing at the door, he glanced into the room and found that his "failure" had deliberately left some clues before it died completely.
He kept smiling as he walked to the shoe cabinet and picked up a tuft of dark green curly hair stuck behind the door. He weighed it in his hand and said, "You still have some brains, but you're still not as good as... not as good as..."
He stuffed his hair into the bag, a hint of paleness showing through the gaping hole in his face. The Joker zipped up the bag and picked up the body bag, pulling down the brim of his hat before walking out the door. But he also knew that the surveillance cameras in this apartment building had been broken in recent months. As for the residents nearby who might have heard the noise? They had agreed to drink outside, so there was no loophole.
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It's still too slow (dumb). I only finished writing yesterday's update today, and I'm owed one more update.
Please give me a small red envelope in the comment section of this chapter! I'm so sorry~
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