American comics: Praising the sun, starting from Gotham!

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It was obvious that these kids skipped school after seeing Xiu En, this radiant figure.

A teacher ran out from behind the children. The teacher looked at Xiu En and seemed to want to bask in the sun as well, but his professional ethics and the high salaries offered by Wayne Group made him choose to call the children back to class.

"Everyone, come over here and wash your hands again, and put your hats on! You all need to act like future master chefs and give me a proper lesson!"

The chubby teacher was clapping his hands vigorously, his loud voice drowning out the children's curious discussion about the heat emanating from Xiu En.

They forcefully herded the group of children who were circling the Giant of Light like little ducks back to the control panel in the classroom.

Xiu En shrugged and followed him inside.

Looking at the plate of dough in his hand that hadn't gone into the oven yet, he realized it was the special offering that the children had insisted on giving him. It was crookedly shaped, probably a rabbit, or some kind of fat, unidentified creature.

"Ovens are too slow."

He muttered something, and the previously barely noticeable golden light in his palm suddenly brightened.

With just a slight thought, the plate was enveloped in a temperature strong enough to ignite the air on this overcast day.

In pursuit of efficiency, he even added an excessive amount of the true fire of the sun as a seasoning.

It only takes about two seconds.

"Sizzle!"

Before the aroma could even spread, a plume of black smoke rose from the porcelain plate.

Xiu En awkwardly held up the plate of what appeared to be carbonized unidentified objects to his eyes.

The originally soft and limp dough now has a very textured dark brown color, and the surface even has a strange sheen due to rapid dehydration.

He reached out and poked the spot that used to be the rabbit's ears.

The hardness has at least reached the standard of quenched steel?

Haha, if they were used to make arrows, they might be able to easily pierce the windshield of a police car.

"Tsk, the firepower seems a little bit too high."

He glanced back at the children who were diligently following the chubby teacher's instructions on kneading dough.

If we were to feed them this kind of thing, it wouldn't be charity; it would be the deliberate murder of minors' teeth. As Gotham's newly crowned conscience and rising star, Shum clearly wouldn't do such a thing.

He turned and hid the plate behind his back.

A golden-red light condensed in his other hand. This time he controlled it very carefully. This almost solidified energy spun and compressed rapidly at his fingertips, eventually turning into several slightly hot coins.

The front features an extremely simple line drawing of a smiley face, drawn by Xiu En himself, while the back has a pattern copied from Ivy's sunflowers.

"Take it and play with it, or trade it for candy. There's enough candy you can get to make all of you have cavities."

When the children sneaked over after the school bell rang to look for their masterpieces, they were rewarded with a small, heavy bag of gold coins.

This is not just money, but a talisman infused with Shao Hao's blessing. Although its current effect may only be to make these children less likely to step in dog poop when they go out, or to make them stand out from the crowd of ignorant gangsters.

Watching the children cheer and run off to examine the golden surprise, Xiu En leaned alone against the old tree in the corner of the yard, which had not yet fully recovered.

"Even though it doesn't look very appealing, we can't let it go to waste."

He took the plate out from behind his back, picked up the darkest-looking biscuit with two fingers, and put it in his mouth.

Chewing was even accompanied by sparks!

That is to say, his mouth, which is so large after Shao Hao's Golden Body was perfected that it could even bite through divine metal, could chew this thing.

That pure, bitter taste melted on the tip of his tongue, and even had a spicy flavor because of the excessive yang energy he had just injected.

"It's alright. At least it's much chewier than those metal things I gnawed on before. Grain tastes better."

He squinted, enjoying this special extra meal while feeling the fullness from the food.

next to.

A female psychologist in a white business suit was helping Ivy organize children's picture books. She obviously didn't notice the gleaming, muscular man behind her who was chewing bulletproof biscuits like they were rice crackers.

She spoke to Ivy with a hint of concern, as a fellow professional.

"Really, Ms. Pamela. I also think Dr. Harleen's treatment approach is too radical. She said she was going to Arkham to test some kind of madness theory, and we haven't heard back from her for a week. You know, Arkham is a place where even cell phone signals are distorted."

The doctor sighed.

"I just hope she wasn't reverse-cured by some particularly charismatic madman there."

Xiu En's serene expression, as if he were a sunflower ready to photosynthesize, vanished.

The two pupils of the flame, which had been somewhat languid from being full, suddenly contracted.

Harley Quinn? Harley Quinn?

If we don't count Ivy, who has jumped directly from being a villainous prospect to working in the early childhood education industry.

Harley Quinn is probably one of only two women in Gotham City who can bring an artistic touch to the word "chaos".

And unlike Ivy, who won't explode if you just stroke her gently, that one is a real time bomb.

More importantly, is this the time to communicate in Arkham?

He patted the crumbs off his hands, his trench coat rustling as he stood up.

"Harleen Quezel?"

Xiu En pronounced the name, which still carried a scholarly air.

"That blond high-achieving student who specializes in borderline personality disorder?"

The psychiatrist was startled by Xiu En's sudden sense of oppression and nodded somewhat stammeringly, "Yes, yes, you know her?"

"Of course I know him, how could I not?"

Xiu En grinned, but there was no kindness in his smile. Instead, it was full of amusement, as if he was enjoying the show.

He turned to look at Ivy, who seemed a little confused and asked, "When did you meet her?" His eyes became serious.

"That statement about going to Arkham for an exchange program is basically equivalent to her doing her graduation project for some pale-faced psychology master."

Xiu En was starting to feel a headache coming on.

He knew that the birth of Harley Quinn often meant that the Joker, that madman, was about to start something big.

He had just enjoyed a brief moment of peace and quiet when he was dragged into this truly unreasonable lunatic's mess before he could even have his fill.

"Ivy!"

"If you don't want your employees to become the kind of super VIPs who need to book beds at Arkham long-term, you'd better make a call now to check, or let me ask Bruce if Arkham has run out of any tranquilizers lately."

As he spoke, he pulled the Wayne-customized phone out of his pocket.

Although Xiu En wasn't afraid of clowns, he definitely didn't want to work overtime without pay.