In The DC World With Marvel Chat Group Chapter 758: Miss Goth’s bad luck (Part 2)

"The Days of Being a Spiritual Mentor in Meiman"

A beautiful girl who was crying, and a handsome gentleman who happened to pass by. This encounter was like a fairy tale. Even Tracy herself did not expect it, but she quickly realized that this was the best opportunity.

She immediately covered her mouth with a handkerchief, looked up at Bruce, and continued to cry sadly.

In Tracy's expectation, Bruce should come up to her in a very gentlemanly manner and ask her what's the matter, and Tracy can tell what happened to her just now.

The previous part went smoothly, and Bruce did come over, looked her up and down, and asked, "What's wrong with you?"

"I...I..." Tracy kept sobbing, and said intermittently: "I was just late for a while, that professor...he actually forced me to go out and stand for punishment! I came to report on the first day freshman, I don't even know when classes start..."

"Oh, you are a student in the preparatory class?" Bruce looked at him again, as if a little disbelieving, he asked: "Someone forced you to go out and stand for punishment, who is it?"

Tracey was secretly delighted. From what she could hear, Bruce's tone was intended to vent her anger. She immediately said, "It's the professor who received the freshmen before. I saw the signature on the application form... ...called Schiller, Schiller Rodriguez..."

"I still have something to do, I'm leaving first."

The moment Tracy didn't react at all, Bruce's figure disappeared, leaving her frozen there alone, like a withered sculpture about to crack.

It took a long time for Tracy to react. She hammered the wall vigorously with her hand, but she screamed in pain. Tracy gritted her teeth and walked in the direction Bruce was walking. Chased after.

Catch up to the library, but Tracey can't get in, because the library needs Gotham University's student ID card, and the student ID card of the preparatory class students hasn't had time to print, and they can't enter the library now.

Tracey took a deep breath, she stood in the cold wind outside the library, her teeth chattering constantly, she thought, how long can a **** like Bruce pretend to be in the library? As long as she waits at the door of the library, at most ten minutes, he will definitely come out.

This wait is four hours.

Tracey was frozen stiff, but Bruce was still concentrating on his studies without raising his head.

Finally it was lunch time, Bruce put down his book and planned to eat, only to see Tracey trembling at the door.

But he just glanced at her and walked away immediately. Tracy chased after her and said with some inarticulate words: "Mr. Wayne, please wait a moment, I don't know where the cafeteria is, can you take Shall I go?"

This is a random encounter scene designed by her. Generally speaking, any boy would not reject a beautiful woman who asks for directions. What's more, she has just cried, and she must be very pitiful now.

Perhaps Tracy has no experience in this kind of situation. In Bruce's eyes, what he saw was a hair that had been blown into a chicken coop, his face was flushed with cold, his lips were pale, and the snot flowed to his lips crazy woman on the road.

Leaving aside the fact that he is now concentrating on his studies, even if he meets such a woman on the road, he might send her to a mental hospital.

Bruce didn't speak, and walked straight forward, pretending that Tracy didn't exist, but Tracy still followed behind him, and Bruce didn't stop her.

He is very used to being chased by all kinds of women. As long as he doesn't respond to them, they will retreat after a while.

After all, for these courtesans, face is the most important thing. If they chase after someone, even if the person is Bruce Wayne, their reputation in the circle will definitely drop very badly.

When they arrived at the cafeteria, Bruce walked in directly, but Tracy finally saw her current appearance clearly in the reflection of the glass.

She grabbed her hair like crazy, let out a scream, and then quickly ran into the nearby bushes.

After a while, Tracy finally sorted out her image, but there was no sign of Bruce in the cafeteria.

Bruce, who was eager to go back to write his thesis, finished his meal in only ten minutes, and now he has returned to his seat in the library.

Tracey was cold and hungry, but unwilling to give up, she rolled her eyes, and then entered the cafeteria, using the skills she prepared before, approached an ordinary male classmate, and got a student from him certificate.

Falsely claiming that this male classmate is her boyfriend, Tracy successfully sneaked into the library, and got across from Bruce.

Bruce was writing a thesis without raising his head. Tracy kept looking for topics, coughed while covering her chest, walked over to help Bruce pour water, and touched his arm with her elbow while pouring water, under the table Gently kick the beam of the table with your toes.

Perhaps most people have experienced that when you concentrate on doing something, your five senses will become very sensitive, and even a little disturbance may interrupt your thinking, and Tracy is almost in front of Bruce. There was dancing, and finally, Bruce couldn't take it anymore.

"Can I trouble you to leave?" Bruce raised his eyes and said to Tracy: "I have no interest in you at all, you are not in my aesthetic and mate selection category, please disappear from my presence."

In order to save time, Bruce used the most concise words to explain the current situation, but this was tantamount to the most terrible humiliation to Tracy.

She froze in place, and then burst into a scream. At this time, the librarian came over and said, "You are not allowed to make loud noises in the library. Miss, what's the matter with you?"

Tracey pointed at Bruce and said, "He bastard! Damn, unreasonable gangster and gangster!

! "

The experience of growing up in a church middle school made her swear words very expensive and scarce, and due to the lack of education, Tracy lacked logic in her speech and blindly output emotions, making her look like a lunatic.

The librarian repeated again: "Please leave here, miss, you are disturbing the normal order of the library."

"I'm not leaving! You're with him, you bastards!

Suddenly, Tracy stayed where she was as if she was choking, because she saw a black hole in front of her.

The librarian pointed a long-barreled shotgun at Tracy's head, then gently swung the barrel, signaling her to leave with his eyes.

In Tracy's life, she had never been so close to the gun, and the instinctive fear overwhelmed her in an instant.

Growing up in an overly favorable environment made her forget that this is Gotham, the most dangerous city in the United States and even in the world. Almost everyone here is a heinous criminal, including those who are engaged in the most ordinary jobs. ordinary people.

Tracey ran out of the library, completely lost that noble and elegant image, her hair was completely loose, and her hair accessories didn't know where she fell, her face was full of tears and snot , looks very miserable.

But all this is just the beginning, more terrible things are yet to come,

Tracey returned to the teaching building of the Vocational College, and then saw that the teacher was leading the students in class 3 to do practical operations.

Today, they are teaching the most basic technique, that is, how to change the tires of a truck. Although this technique is simple, it is the most practical. If you learn this trick, you can at least earn some pocket money from the truck driver.

Everyone is very enthusiastic about learning, including those girls. Even though the truck tires are almost taller than them, they are still in groups of three or five, one person holds a wrench, and the others transport the tires to the truck. back, and then roll in new tires.

Tracey stood by the side of the venue blankly, but at this moment, Schiller came over, pointed at Tracy with his umbrella, and said, "What's the matter with you, why are you still here? Have you cried enough? Go to class as soon as you cry enough."

Schiller is extra patient, not because Tracy is so likable, but because her background is very special. Rich girls always need a process of adaptation, which is understandable.

Tracey has been standing there crying, and Schiller can only say: "This afternoon, you have missed two classes. If this continues, I can only find your mother to come and talk to you. Is there any need to continue to stay..."

"No...no!" Tracey denied it immediately, she said, "You can't ask my mother to come over, she will be very angry!"

Tracey swallowed her saliva, and could only slowly walk towards the nearest large truck.

However, no one wants to take her with her. Anyone with eyes can tell that, let alone **** screws or moving tires, Tracy may not even be able to hold a wrench.

In the end, the teacher came to mediate and put the two strongest boys and one girl in a group with Tracy, and she only needed to collect the screws.

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After all, her teammates are all the strongest freshmen, and in Gotham, being strong means having a place in the gang, and her image will definitely not be too friendly.

Among the two boys, one has a full flower arm, the other has a flower arm and half a flower back, the black girl has a braided head, a ring under the lower lip, and four or five nails on the ears. Scolding another black man in the next team with black slang, the sound resounded through the playground.

The black girl waved a wrench, and could unscrew a huge screw in two or three strokes. Looking at the muscles on her arm, Tracy swallowed silently, swallowing back the complaints that came to her mouth.

She has heard many legends about the slums, the gangsters set fire to and killed dozens of people, and the corpses couldn't fit in the pile, the serial killers picked women to murder, the elopement couples, one person dismembered the other... ...

In her vague consciousness, these tragedies were constantly playing in Tracy's mind, making her unable to tell whether he was shaking from the cold or from fear.

In order to get rid of this emotion, she can only find something to do to divert her attention, but now, she can only pick up screws on the ground.

Even if the screw wasn't heavy, the job didn't have any technical content, but after squatting on the ground for more than three hours, Tracy was almost exhausted.

After returning to the dormitory, she had completely forgotten about taking a bath, and just wanted to fall asleep.

Amidst the snoring of her roommate, Tracy lay on her bed in despair, her eyes darkened.