Chapter 242 Chapter 242 [VIP]
The breeze blew against her face, and she felt as if her whole body became fluffy in the wind. Megan turned her head and looked at Jason, who was sitting on the armrest higher up beside her but deliberately bent down. There was green in her eyes, and her pupils were clear and flawless.
"It's my dad. He deliberately gave me so many courses just to let me know—"
"Some people may not seem bad, they teach me all kinds of knowledge, and they don't treat me coldly, but they are actually bad. I can't trust them too much, and I should learn to say no."
It sounds like Megan's father was doing this for her own good, but he was so arbitrary and didn't tell Megan anything, so she was so angry when she found out.
Megan said angrily: "He is bad!"
Jason knew how much Megan loved her father and wouldn't really break up with him, but she looked cute when she was angry. He smiled and replied, "Yes, yes, he is bad. So what are you going to do?"
Megan thought about it, then grabbed the tail of her braid to cover her mouth. It was obvious that the little bear was about to go bad again, and her eyes were full of cunning. "I'm going to be a disobedient child." Her tone was very firm, leaving no room for maneuver.
After talking about unhappy things, they no longer care about them. At noon, both children were hungry, so they happily ate lunch and drank sparkling water together. After a short break in the afternoon, they started playing video games. They have already completed many games, including popular and niche games on the market, as well as management, collection, battle and adventure games. They will only continue playing if they are interesting enough.
They were playing a farm simulation management game. Initially, the fields were limited, and the seeds unlocked at the initial stage had to calculate the harvest quantity, maturity time, and merchant purchase price, that is, the output value, in order to quickly upgrade, and then unlock more fields and seeds. Megan planted and harvested on this side, and Jason on the other side chose the crops to sell according to the different purchase prices of different crops by merchants in each season.
There are no obstacles in upgrading to the first fifteen levels. After level fifteen, players have stored a lot of crops in addition to their income, so the farm gradually unlocks various processing workshops, which have limits on the number of queued processing items and the processing time.
Merchants paid higher prices for processed goods, but the workshops were under-capacity. Furthermore, according to the game settings, sufficient output was required to upgrade. As the number of workshops increased and the game level increased, more recipes were unlocked. Many processed goods required more than one type of raw material, which in turn led to insufficient crop output. In this cycle, the value...
Players have to classify the processed products that are most beneficial to the overall progress of the game and have the highest selling price, secondary processed products, and final processed products by themselves. Although some experts have already given guides on the game forum, Jason and Megan did not read them.
In the past, Megan played these kinds of management games randomly, relying entirely on intuition. However, after taking economic courses for most of the semester, when she saw those numbers, conclusions automatically emerged in her mind. Her brain directed her hands, and she subconsciously made the best choices at the beginning, which made their game progress smoothly. However, later on, the processing time of the processing workshop became longer, and the time it took for high-end crops to mature also increased, which resulted in sometimes having nothing to do.
Megan was in such a situation, so she simply put down the game controller and turned to see Jason who had just sent the businessman away. They both had nothing to do, so they couldn't help but smile at each other.
Before running to relax his eyes, Jason paused the game and took out the cartridge to save the progress. After saving, the two children ran to sit on the chairs by the window.
Now it was no longer a sofa, but a high stool for each person. Megan had to step on the crossbar to sit on it, and when she turned her head, she saw Jason landed on the chair with a light jump. The position was just right and almost no adjustment was needed. But she knew that even if her swordsmanship improved, it did not mean that her physical fitness had improved and she could do the same.
They sat in a row, shaking their legs in unison—mostly Megan, with Jason matching her pace.
When Megan noticed it, she deliberately disrupted the rhythm. She was playing tricks, and Jason could keep up most of the time. The occasional confusion would make the little bear laugh. She liked this kind of game. Whether it was complicated or simple, it was equally attractive and fascinated a child who was growing slowly.
She was a very contradictory person. She was sick, but the little pills kept her healthy. As she grew older, she grew up, but she always had a childlike spirit, and no one had ever truly suppressed her innocence. She gradually understood many things and knew that this was a world full of dangers, but once she chose the direction, she was steadfast and unwavering...
Megan is a strange, lucky, and stubborn child who naturally attracts attention, causing many people to want to observe her and then inevitably go easy on her.
Jason turned his head to look at Megan who was concentrating on the game, his expression as gentle and tolerant as always.
He knew that no one disliked Megan Damon.
Megan finally ended this simple little game. She stopped swinging her legs, put her feet on the crossbar under the chair, and looked out the window. Suddenly, she heard Jason ask curiously, "What are your plans this week, Mei?" After all, Megan still wanted to be a disobedient child, so how would she rebel?
Megan: "I'm going to find Paddy and live with her." It sounds like this is a very big threat to Arthur.
"What if Poison Ivy is in Arkham?"
Jason had just asked when Megan and he looked at each other in confusion. When the child was once again entangled in confusion, Jason made his own suggestion, "Can I invite you to Wayne Manor as a guest?"
He had an extremely gentle smile on his face, and he didn't seem to be in any way out of the ordinary. He was also helping Megan solve the problem, but she felt that there was something strange about Jason, just like his strange behavior when he was with Arthur. She thought carefully about this suggestion and raised a finger, "Go stay for a day. I want Alfu to decorate my room."
Ah Fu is the best butler in the world. Although Megan has not met many butlers, she feels so. But when her thoughts suddenly diverge, she thinks of something a little strangely.
"When I make more money, I will let Bob be my butler." Although Bob has been doing things like bodyguard, cleaner, and cook, and added the position of driver at the beginning of the year, he seems to have never had an official title. His initial identity was "a distant relative who came to seek refuge."
Jason caught her thought and said, "Then let Ah Fu open a housekeeper training class." He couldn't help laughing as he said this.
If Xiaomei's male butler wanted further training, Ah Fu should be able to recommend a reliable butler training class? But the institution that trained Ah Fu couldn't recommend him.
Megan shook her head and said, "Afu is good, Bob is good too, they are different."
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Megan said she wanted to rebel, but she still had to go back to Damon's house to sleep tonight. After dinner, she didn't want Jason to send her home and went back by herself.
As soon as she opened the door, she saw a familiar rose-red figure in the living room. A clown with a usual twitchy mouth and a love for laughter was waiting for her there. He hadn't seen his beloved daughter for a while, and when he saw her coming, he opened his arms, which was undoubtedly an invitation for a hug.
And Megan forgot her angry declaration and ran towards him, squeezing into the clown's arms.
Megan: "Wow! I'm angry!"
The angry little bear was still complaining, and the clown hadn't had a chance to ask her what happened - but even if he did ask, he would probably just be asking knowingly. Megan's tears immediately fell, and she felt wronged, "Bad! So bad!"
No matter how wronged, angry or sad she is, she will only say bad things about people. She has no deterrent power at all, but those who feel sorry for her will naturally feel sorry for her.
The clown frowned, pulled the corners of his mouth deeply, and looked extremely ferocious, but pretended to ask: "Who made you angry? Oh my God, dear..." He held Megan's cheeks with both hands, and seeing that she was still shedding tears, he gently wiped away her tears with his thumb, but he was wearing leather gloves on his hands, and the tears were not easy to evaporate on the leather, so they slid down along the wrinkles.
There was a mad and twisted meaning in his eyes, and his tone was as exaggerated and sinister as ever. "You are my most beloved child. Who would bear to see you suffer this injustice?"
"I knew that this old antique from the last century couldn't take care of a child. Look at you, crying again. I also knew the dire consequences this would cause. After all, I used to protect your spirit so closely and cherish you to the extreme, but he insisted on doing this just to teach you a lesson."
But there was nothing he could do. The clown had already spoiled her. If he didn't teach her a lesson sooner rather than later, what would happen if someone else bullied her? Then the child would definitely cry even more miserably than she was already. Maybe in a fit of rage, she would do something even more irrational and terrible than when she stopped taking her medication herself.
She has a bad temper, so it would be best for her if she were taught a lesson sooner rather than later.
Megan didn't know if she understood what he said, but the clown didn't care. He looked at Megan as if she couldn't stop crying. After thinking for a while, he used his thumb to pull the corners of her mouth upwards. When Megan didn't understand what he meant, he said, "Smile, Megan, just like you tried to play a joke on me at first." He was talking about the time she made a face.
Megan looked up at him, feeling a slight tug on her face. She couldn't cry anymore, but she didn't really want to laugh either. So she headbutted the clown on the jaw. She broke free from the clown's hand and walked to the side, obviously heading to the bathroom. She snorted unhappily, "Bad!"
Bad is bad! All bad!
She walked away by herself, leaving the clown standing there, with a smile on his face that became more and more sinister and terrifying, but who could he possibly trouble?
Megan went to wash her face and came back with her hair still wet. She said to the clown, "I'm going to be mad at you for the whole week! I'm going to go play with Pammy!"
clown:?
"Poison Ivy isn't in Arkham."
"Then I'll go live with Padmé."
The author has something to say:
Megan: The whole world knows I'm angry.
Megan: Does Daddy know he’s wrong?
No, they are still arguing about who is responsible.
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