Ashford Academy, in the exclusive lounge for school directors.
Lin Xiao was slumped on the leather sofa, chewing on the pizza handed over by C. C., while comfortably making plans for "legal asylum".
"Just stay here for a while. After I spend ten days and a half in this world, Chiba Prefecture, Yukino and Eriri over there will probably be almost exhausted..."
"Hey?! Brother Lin Xiao, you have to stay here for ten days and a half?!"
Naruto shouted in envy, "I can't do it! I just took a day's sick leave with Kakashi-sensei and ran out with great difficulty!!!"
Lin Xiao rolled his eyes helplessly.
"Why panic? At worst, I will accompany you back and tell you that you were kidnapped by the space people and I just rescued you."
Just when two unreliable guys, one large and one small, were discussing how to skip class.
Batman, who had just taken over the board of directors of the school as a "mysterious rich man", came over with a cup of black coffee.
"Don't worry about the passage of time, Naruto."
Batman put down the coffee and calmly called up the virtual interface of Myriad Worlds Chat Group: "I just studied the background management system of the chat group. I found that as long as I consume a certain amount of points, I can apply to adjust the "time flow rate ratio" between the current world and the original world."
"I have paid points to adjust the time flow rate ratio between this world and our original world to [1:10]."
"In other words, we have been in this world for ten days, and Konoha and Gotham City have only passed one day."
Hear this hard-core "money ability time management".
Naruto breathed a sigh of relief and happily jumped three feet high, "Great! This way I can play for a while longer. Uncle, you are really a genius!"
However, Lin Xiao, who was sitting on the sofa, had a smile on his face that instantly froze.
[1:10]?!
Doesn't that mean that even if I stay in this world for a whole month, by the time I return to Chiba Prefecture, only three days have passed in the real world?!
Three days!! How could the anger of a female high school student subside in three days? Didn't he just go back and hit the muzzle!!!
Lin Xiao looked at the calm Batman in front of him, gritted his teeth and squeezed out a touching smile:
"Batman! You are really my... good teammate!"
Facing Lin Xiao's expression of "gratitude" that was even uglier than crying, Batman frowned slightly.
"One more thing."
Batman looked at Lin Xiao extremely seriously, with a strange sense of awkwardness in those deep eyes:
"From now on, whether in front of people or in private, please call me "Wayne" and don't call me "Bruce" again."
"I don't know why, but every time I hear you call me Bruce in that tone... I always feel extremely weird, as if my personal dignity has been seriously violated."
"..."
Lin Xiao was stunned for a moment, then sighed regretfully, with even a hint of sadness in his eyes.
"What a pity."
Lin Xiao muttered silently in his heart.
He thought of the little black dog he had raised before time travel that followed him every day and waggled its tail.
That little black dog's name is Bruce! What a good name, how smooth and friendly it sounds!
And on the opposite side.
As the world's number one detective, he is a master tactician proficient in micro-expressions and criminal psychology.
Batman keenly captured the "pet-like" regret and love in Lin Xiao's eyes.
Case solved! This bastard must have equated me with some kind of four-legged canine in his mind!!!
Batman was convinced that his decision to change his words was simply the most correct tactical evasion he had ever made in his life!
Lin Xiao shrugged with great regret, and then replied naturally and smoothly:
"Okay, Bruce."
Bruce:"..."
I just said don't call me Bruce!
Just when Batman's blood pressure soared, in Myriad Worlds Chat Group, the Internet-addicted princess who was afraid of chaos in the world instantly understood the evil taste of Lin Xiao!
[The Shut-In Princess of Eientei]: "Hahahaha! No problem, Bruce!! (≖ᴗ≖)✧"
[The Shut-In Princess of Eientei]: "Who can resist a Bruce who is always on call, not only takes care of event funds, but also has a radar scanning function!!"
Watching these two "evil combinations" who have a tacit understanding in the group play crazy tricks.
The other group members who didn't know the truth were completely confused.
[The Boy Who Wants to Be a Hero]: "Why is the name suddenly emphasized? Does Mr. Bruce's name have any special meaning?"
[Smile Under the Wisteria Flowers]: "... I always feel that Mr. Group Leader and Her Royal Highness the Princess are engaged in some kind of bad verbal bullying."
Bruce·Wayne closed his eyes in despair.
Tired, let's destroy them. Not only do these patients have outrageous combat power, their mental pollution ability is simply a hundred times more terrifying than Joker's laughing gas.
"I went to inspect Black Knights's station."
Batman turned around coldly and strode out of the lounge with a dark face. He decided to vent all the arrogance he had just received from the group leader into the next "tactical training"!
A few hours later.
Tokyo Settlement outskirts, Black Knights secret abandoned factory base.
Kallen, Ohgi, Tamaki and other core cadres of Black Knights were desperately slumped in the muddy puddle, gasping for air. They didn't even have the strength to lift a finger.
In front of them, Bruce·Wayne, wearing expensive high-end suits, were holding a pointer and looking down at this "rabble" with cold eyes.
"Sluggish movements, zero tactical coordination, blind faith in firepower, and the ridiculous so-called "bushido spirit."
Batman's voice was like Bleach's verdict. "You are not resisting the empire, you are playing house with weapons."
"From today on, forget your stupid street fighting methods. I will engrav Gotham City's cruelest survival rules into your bones, word for word."
"Stand up! Continue the obstacle return run with a weight of 30 kilograms! The last one, today's dinner is only nutrient solution!"
Listening to the terrifying training requirements of this "Instructor Wayne", Kallen and others let out pitiful wails.
Lelouch, who was standing on the high platform and watching, looked at the army that was being extremely brutally reshaped by Batman in the "Sparta style". He wiped the cold sweat from his forehead with great joy.
Fortunately, I am a mental worker, so I don't have to suffer this kind of pain.