You cheated on me, I cheated on you, he cheated on him, plus secret crushes, open crushes, those present, those not present.. including the football captain and the cheerleading captain, the head coach and assistant coach caught up in the drama, even the starting players from the school basketball team.
Their relationships were so complicated that even a mind map couldn't untangle them.
Some were drawing knives, others were pulling out sulfuric acid bottles, the story turned into an accident.
The girls watching the commotion put down their binoculars, swiftly put on their masks, pulled up their hoods, jumped downstairs like superheroes!
Colt lunged forward and discovered that the girls' gloves could stick to the wall.
They were as agile as Robin Birds, landing at the scene of the accident after just a few leaps and bounds.
The blonde girl threw a cool punch: "Hey, fighting is fine, but don't go stabbing people in the chest with knives; stabbing someone in the heart will actually kill them!"
The black-haired girl said nothing, her movements even more agile as she delivered a flying kick to disarm him.
So cool!
Timothy was disturbed by the noise, burying his head under the pillow, his body slid off the sofa as he moved.
'Don't wake up! Don't wake up! Just ten more minutes!'
Colt rushed to Timothy's side, stepping on Timothy's foot.
Their feet overlapped and clipped through each other.
Timothy slid onto the carpet, his furrowed brow gradually relaxing, he lay motionless again, clutching his pillow.
Colt breathed a sigh of relief.
So, Timothy really can enter the Ghost field.
Ten minutes passed quickly.
Stephanie and Cassandra dealt with the incident downstairs, after a quick round, they returned to the study room, where Timothy was still sleeping.
“How long has Timothy gone without any rest? The noise was so loud my ears were ringing, yet he can actually still sleep."
The last time was three days ago.
The two of them were whispering.
Whoa! Someone did a test!" Stephanie suddenly shouted. "Hey, wake up, Timmy, your Ghost friend was here!
Timothy sat up with a sudden jolt, like a system reacting to a keyword, his eyes wide as he looked around. "Where? Where is it?"
Stephanie shook the sticky notes in her hand.
Small sticky notes specifically for Wayne Labs, three in total; the handwriting was fresh, the ink on the top one hadn't even dried yet.
Timothy rushed to the rooftop and raised his binoculars to survey the campus, spotting a glowing white figure on the main path from the library to the main gate.
The white figure was riding a skateboard, weaving through the crowd as if they were obstacles, jumping and flipping over them time and time again, full of vitality.
So lively!
Timothy thought of the dream he had.
The dream was too wonderful!
With no Damian scurrying around like a cockroach to be annoying, Bruce proactively heading to the company for meetings, he stayed alone in the Batcave. He finished three mission reports, completed the background check on Dick's new girlfriend, located Jason's new safehouse, even uncovered Ghost's true identity. Colt said his idol was Red Robin, Alfred even brewed him a cup of coffee!
That cup of coffee blended the flavor of Robusta with the aroma of Arabica; it was simply perfect.
You're smiling strangely. You saw your Ghost friend again, didn't you?
Stephanie was unwilling to accept it: "Why is it that only you can see it? Tim, are you sure you haven't been hit by some kind of magic?"
Timothy shrugged. "I've done some checks, there's no magical reaction. It might just be that our mental frequencies are perfectly in sync."
"Soulmates." Cassandra offered her opinion.
“He even does your homework for you, I agree,” Stephanie said, raising her hand in agreement.
Timothy didn't shift his gaze to the exam paper until the white shadow had completely vanished. He began checking the answers using the note, asking, "How long were you guys gone?"
"Twelve," Cassandra answered.
Ghost finished a higher mathematics exam in 12 minutes, even providing two different methods for the final large question. The first method used a new formula from the latest issue of Mathematics, he even wrote a second method that high school students could understand—how thoughtful of him.
He even knew my study progress.
Timothy rubbed one of the sticky notes, detecting the imprint left on the previous page: Metropolis CK.
Metropolis CK, Clark Kent's online handle.
Colt knows Clark?
Ding-ding-dang-dang..
Little Messenger leaped across the entire progress bar and brought back a shimmering golden treasure chest, as bells ringing like a Christmas carol echoed through the Dream Station.
Open the treasure chest! Open the treasure chest!
Colt went home to wash his face and hands, bowed to the wall full of Batarangs, then picked up Birdie, who was lying in the living room watching TV, to pet and nuzzle, even kissed the fiery red crest to bring good luck.
His mental power transformed into a hand, carefully opening the fantasy-game-style treasure chest.
Mountains of gold and oceans of money would be fine, jewelry and antiques would work too, the amphibious Batmobile would be a pleasant surprise, a large particle collider would be even better..
Colt was full of anticipation.
The golden light faded, the treasure chest vanished, a mug was left in its place.
Colt felt that something was wrong.
Why would the esteemed Wayne's favorite thing in his dreams be a peculiarly shaped cup?
Calm down! Don't panic! Maybe Timothy still has a child's heart and likes using cute mugs to hold magical potions! It must be a potion that can awaken superpowers!
Colt carefully wrapped the mug in his mental power.
The mug vanished from the Dream Station and quietly appeared on the kitchen counter.
The Cole Duck is dressed in a Red Robin outfit, with a small pipe held in its flat red beak. Its Domino Mask is removable, revealing clever black bead eyes underneath. It has a plump, white chest with a crossed utility belt, the handle is a fluttering Red Robin cape, the lid is a detective hat with "World's Second Best Detective" written on the brim. A long black staff extends out from the cup.
Is Timothy a Red Robin duck-themed fan?
Because his surname was Drake, he imagined Red Robin as a duck detective? The cup was far too cute; if it were placed in the superhero merchandise section, it would surely be snatched up by the Gothamites who had been beaten by Red Robin's staff.
Colt caught the scent of the bitter aroma and gently lifted the lid of the detective hat cup.
The cup was nine-tenths full of a black liquid that looked as thick as pitch; as he stirred it with a long, slender, rod-shaped spoon, the bitter aroma instantly grew even stronger.
It couldn't be black coffee, could it?
Colt's sense of foreboding grew stronger and stronger.
No way?!
Maintaining a rigorous scientific attitude, Colt collected a small sample and took it to the basement for testing.
The greater the hope, the greater the disappointment.
Caffeine, caffeic acid, tannic acid, oxalic acid, nicotinic acid.. From its ingredients, this was nothing more than a pure coffee solution, without sugar or milk.
Colt ran the test again, but the result remained the same.
Timothy, are you sick in the head? If you fell in love with something in a dream, it might be excusable, even if it were a credit voucher, but why fall in love with coffee?
In his anger, Colt overcooked the steak.
A medium-rare steak is a real test for one's teeth; Colt ate it with gritted teeth and a distorted expression.
Not eating was out of the question; as long as it was edible, he couldn't let it go to waste!
Colt has been a good child with a very high sense of morality since he was little.
I heard from my dad that when he was in kindergarten, in order to stop his classmates from being picky eaters, he would sneak into different classes to spread the legend that "wasting food would cause Batman to tap on your window."
Batman was so popular among the children that the little ones collectively started hiding bread under their beds to raise cockroaches, would cry loudly if Batman didn't show up. The teachers had no choice but to cosplay as Batman during nap time to perform scenes of catching bad guys.
Afterward, the culprit, Colt, had his parents called in.
Colt changed kindergartens, but he still hadn't given up on teaching his classmates to cherish food, instead switching to claiming that "Killer Croc eats one person who wastes food every night as a midnight snack."
The effect was great; this time all the children ate until they were stuffed, then Colt was called in to meet the parents again.
..
Colt suspected that his father was slandering him.
He wasn't really a little kid; maturity and composure were his hallmarks, so there was no way he would go around scaring toddlers.
Colt held his aching jaw, observing the detective duck mug before him.
After more than an hour, the coffee had gone lukewarm, yet it still emitted a rich aroma.
Colt picked up the coffee and took a small sip.
Hiss
It tastes even more bitter than it smells!
Colt's face contorted in a grimace.
If something looks like coffee, smells like coffee, tests like coffee, tastes like coffee, then what is it?
No, it's too early to jump to conclusions!
The detectors in the basement are just basic models; it's difficult to detect divine or magical power. Perhaps this is a cup of magical coffee, one must drink it all to experience the miraculous effects!
Colt, feeling optimistic, took a deep breath and took another sip from the cup.
A strong, bitter taste exploded in his mouth.
It's too bitter!
Colt was so bitter he slammed the table.
Author's Note:
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