Momoji

After getting 2o points of survival points, Dorothy breathed a sigh of relief.

She was almost touched by the ladies’ breasts :)

"Do you still have to go to the police station to take a record?" Seeing a police officer coming towards this side, Dorothy looked up at Batman leaning against her sand and standing without a standing posture.

"What?" Bruce raised his eyebrows, and he didn't understand what was wrong with this - the girl was obviously even able to deal with being flirted with by the same-sex relationship, so why are she worried about taking notes?

Are you afraid that a female police officer will take the opportunity to enter the house? And then this and that?

The eyes swept across the women who were around and refused to leave, and still wanted Dorothy's phone call, and then he took his sight back in the disgusting eyes of the group of women who looked at mice.

Touching the nose, this experience of being regarded as a rival to women by women, is Bruce Wayne for the first time in his life.

"Can you... let the police let me go first?" Seeing that the police were about to come, Dorothy looked around them, helping to stop the Gotham Fu's royal bodyguard team who had been completely bent by her, and then turned to signal Batman to look at the wall clock on the back of the bar.

"I have a class at 9 o'clock tomorrow morning. If I'm late... the professor will just die." After a while, it's already past two o'clock in the morning. If I go to the police station again, I know what time it will take.

I don’t know if it’s an illusion, but Bruce always thinks that when Miss Jin in Shari talks about the professor’s ability to hang up, her green eyes look particularly charming.

Poor.

"Huh? Bruce?" Perhaps because of fighting side by side, Dorothy's feelings for Batman are no longer just on the level heroes in her memory. "p1ease    ?",         She asked Gotham Fu for help seriously - whether she escaped from the police or the young ladies whose eyes were already shining with green light, she needed the help of the other party's tall bodyguard team.

Bruce was slightly stunned.

"sure   ”, eyes flashed. Bruce raised his hand to finish drinking the wine in the cup, bent down and supported his hands on the sand armrest. He saw a woman glaring at him. "But..." Switched back to the Playboy Channel, Bruce deliberately blinked at Miss Jin in an ambiguous tone, "What are you giving me thanks?"

The bodyguards next to them all looked like "The boss is as shameless as ever, but he still needs to repay this little thing."

Bruce Wayne, who bent down, leaned on the sand armrest, and the neckline of the shirt was torn a few more after the chaos. Looking through the man's open collar, Dorothy could clearly see Batman's proud eight-pack abs.

Originally, he was successfully overshadowing Batman for his host's limelight, and Dorothy was also loved by many young ladies and was furious when he saw Bruce Wayne's bright eight-pack abs, he was instantly furious.

Dorothy's sudden octave sound from the system made her ears tinnitus.

"...Huh?" Bruce was still lying beside the sand. Thinking that Miss Jin didn't know how to answer him, Bruce thoughtfully asked the bodyguard to hand over a pen. "It's better... leave me the phone..."

He blinked at the girl ambiguously, then spread his palm in front of the other person's eyes, and the pen was in the palm of his palm.

Dorothy looked at Batman quietly for a few seconds, and then chose the latter by confirming her lily orientation and maybe even tonight's moral integrity and routine. She nodded happily at Batman's mouth, "Okay."

With one hand, he picked up the pen in the man's palm and dexterously avoided the man's attempt to grab her. With the other hand, he grabbed the man's fingertips, Dorothy wrote his phone number extremely slowly in Batman's spreading palm.

Bruce felt itchy in his palms.

After capping the pen cap back, Dorothy handed the pen to one of Batman's bodyguards, then stood up without any nostalgia with his own handbag.

"Don't call me."

After throwing this sentence, Dorothy walked out of the bar under the cover of the big bodyguard's burly figure.

Ten seconds later, she heard the system prompt as she wished—

*

After coming out of the bar and walking along the street to the corner, Dorothy, who finally escaped from the double siege of the police and the young ladies, took out his cell phone and planned to call a car. But before she could open the app, the system's death-induced sound actually sounded again.

Is it really smart to be able to bind such an excellent host?

Doroth suddenly felt very tired.

If he had hands, he would definitely try hard now.

"What is learning a foreign language?" Dorothy, who believes that he has a deep understanding of the system over the past four years, suddenly had an unknown premonition.

"Woom! Interesting!"

"Funny Boy!"

"I'm going to play with Wang too!"

Suddenly, a small voice came from the alley next to it, and there was a "woof" sound mixed in it?

"Dorose, you are cool~ You will know if you like it and go and take a look →_→" the system urged proudly.

After hesitating for a second, Dorothy walked into the dim alley. At the corner of the alley, several stray dogs were happily waving their tails around their legs, and were still talking to each other.

"Let me try it!" A brown puppy squeezed a white Samoyed away and placed his front legs on the dark brown pants that were surrounded by them.

“Wow!”

"Um, ヾ(≧o≦)ッao~!"

As the legs shrank and hid, the dogs instantly burst into loud cheers. They shook their tails happily and shook their little cerebrals. The happiness that could not be concealed in the dogs' voices-

"This two-legged beast is really easy to bully!"

Hey hey hey?

Dorothy's eyes widened and finally understood what it means to "learn a foreign language and travel around the world without fear" - she actually understood what the dogs were saying.

At this time, the man who was surrounded by dogs and labeled "Easy to bully" seemed to finally notice that someone was coming and looked over pitifully.

A pair of eyes full of help\(▔□▔)/

"Save, save me...(>﹏＜)"

*

Meanwhile, in an apartment in Queens, New York.

Peter, who was planning to stay home for one night, slidly climbed into his bedroom through the window, and then pulled off his head cover. When he glanced at a powder notebook he placed on the desk, Peter suddenly remembered what he had forgotten today.

"ah!"

He covered his face with no desire, Peter was completely confused.

"It's over! Mr. Stark gave me a special invitation!"

He forgot to call his senior sister...

Within two months, Fat Orange's weight had increased by one kilogram. If the veterinarian hadn't said Tom was healthy, Dorothy would have almost reduced food for the other party.

"Hmm." It was very comfortable to be masturbated. Tom narrowed his eyes and decided that the adults would forgive the two-legged beasts for eating alone for a while - he has been eating very full at home every day recently. "I didn't hear the other two-legged beasts trying to break in today."

Tom felt that the bipedal beast he kept in captivity was good everywhere, but he was too timid - he was worried that other bipedal beasts would come to grab the nest all day long.

"Of course." Sitting into the sand with Fat Orange in his arms, Dorothy touched the other person's chubby belly. "Our new neighbor is a hero." Captain America lives next door, and no matter how rampant the vigilante organization Professor Baudelaire belonged to during his lifetime, he probably wouldn't dare to show up.

"What kind of hero?" Tom turned over and covered his belly - he would be shy.

"It's a level hero, a veteran of World War II, Captain America." Although he only exchanged names when he greeted each other, Dorothy swore with her keen intuition that she had been trained by the system over the years, the Steve next door was Captain America Steve Rogers.

Holding Tom tightly, Dorothy leaned into the sand. The soft and furry orange cat was lying on her chest, making her feel warm.

She rented this apartment with someone else's recommendation, and the lady who recommended her apartment was the assistant manager of her internship department.

The employee of the company under Iron Man's name casually recommended an apartment to someone, but Captain America lived next door?

If this is a coincidence, it is simply an insult to Dorothy's IQ.

“It’s really…”

"o(    *︾▽︾) Ah... so soft and..." Tom rubbed his hairy head against the bipedal's chest intoxicatedly, then stretched out his front paws, trying to step on his breasts.

"Sexy cat! You have lost all your snacks this month! o(▼蓝□;)o"

"No!!!"

*

A shooting club in Midtown Manhattan.

Dorothy wrote down his information on the membership registration form with a familiarity, then presented his ID, paid for money, changed clothes, and finally chose the venue.

Because of the last incident, the shooting club that had been in the four consecutive years was blacklisted by Doroth, and by the way, all the coaches and friends she met in that club. The current club is something she just chose - the transportation and equipment are convenient and well-equipped with the new apartment. And judging from the other party's official website information, the coaches here are very professional.

Whether it is shooting, fighting, learning language or musical instruments, the reserve and accumulation of knowledge will lead to retreat without advancing. Not only because you have to complete the system tasks, Dorothy doesn't want the skills you have worked hard to be wasted.

"I hope Bau can catch all the Baudelaire's accomplices in one place soon." After putting on the headphones, Dorothy planned to get familiar with the equipment himself before the coach came.

The system comforts its host who has been forced to change many living habits recently,

"Bang, bang, bang", the sound of the bullet coming out of the fire range sounded.

When Barnes changed his clothes and came to the shooting range, he saw this scene.

The girl in a tight black short shorts was tall and stood straight, with a golden head combed high into a ponytail on top of her head. A slender arm held a handful of Smith Wesson in a standard posture. From the side, the girl's green eyes were cold and fluctuating.

"Cool..." Barnes raised his eyebrows and looked at the girl standing in front of him. Putting aside the other party's movements, standard shooting accuracy, just his figure and face are worthy of his whistle.

It was not until after the bullet was finished, Dorothy realized that there was someone beside her.

"Hey, I'm James." The tall man in the club uniform, dark-eyed, immediately stretched out his hand with a smile after detecting her gaze, "I'm your shooting coach."

"Doros." Take off his headphones and goggles, Dorothy shook the other person's hand that came out, "I'm glad to know you." The shooting coach's ingenuity is much stronger than that of an ordinary coach.

However, it is also likely that it is because the other party has just retired.
Chapter completed!