Chapter 758: Miss Gothic Is in Bad Luck (Part 2)

A beautiful girl crying and a handsome man who happened to pass by. This fairy-tale encounter was unexpected even to Tracy herself, but she quickly realized that this was the best opportunity.

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

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

The first part went smoothly. Bruce did come over, looked her up and down, and then 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 stand outside! I'm a freshman reporting on the first day, and I don't even know when the class will start..."

"Oh, you are a student in the preparatory class?" Bruce looked at him again, as if he didn't believe it. He asked, "Someone forced you to stand outside. Who is it?"

Tracy was secretly happy. To her, Bruce's tone was to vent her anger. She immediately said, "It was the professor who received the freshmen before. I saw the signature on the application form...It's Schiller, Schiller Rodriguez..."

"I have something else to do. I'll leave first."

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

After a long time, Tracy finally reacted. She hammered the wall hard with her hand, but she screamed in pain. Tracy gritted her teeth and chased in the direction Bruce went.

When she caught up to the library, Tracy couldn't get in because the library needed a student ID card from Gotham University, and the student ID cards of the preparatory students had not been printed yet, so they couldn't enter the library now.

Tracy took a deep breath. She stood in the cold wind outside the library, her teeth trembling. She thought, how long can a playboy like Bruce pretend in the library? As long as she waited at the door of the library, he would definitely come out in at most ten minutes.

This wait lasted four hours.

Tracy was frozen stiff, but Bruce was still concentrating on studying without raising his head.

It was finally lunch time. Bruce put down his book and planned to go to eat, and then he saw Tracy shivering at the door.

But he just glanced at her and walked away immediately. Tracy chased after him and said incoherently: "Mr. Wayne, please wait a moment, I don't know where the cafeteria is, can you take me there?"

This was a chance encounter scene she had designed. Generally speaking, no boy would refuse a beautiful woman who asked for directions, not to mention that she had just cried and must be very pitiful now.

Perhaps Tracy had no experience in this situation. In Bruce's eyes, he saw a crazy woman whose hair had been blown into a chicken coop, whose face was red from the cold, whose lips were white, and whose snot flowed onto her lips.

Not to mention that he was now devoted to studying, even if he met such a woman on the road, he might send her to a mental hospital.

Bruce didn't say anything and walked straight forward, as if Tracy didn't exist, but Tracy still followed him, and Bruce didn't stop her.

He was already very accustomed to being chased by all kinds of women. As long as he didn't respond to them, they would retreat after a while.

After all, for these socialites, face is the most important thing. If they chase someone and end up in disgrace, even if that person is Bruce Wayne, their reputation in the circle will definitely fall sharply.

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

She grabbed her hair like crazy, screamed, and then ran quickly into the bushes next to her.

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

Bruce, who was eager to go back to write his thesis, finished his meal in just ten minutes and now sat back in his seat in the library.

Tracy was cold and hungry, but she was unwilling to give up. She rolled her eyes and then entered the cafeteria. She used the skills she had prepared before to chat up an ordinary male classmate and got his student ID from him.

Lying that this male classmate was her boyfriend, Tracy successfully sneaked into the library and sat opposite Bruce.

Bruce was writing his paper without looking up. Tracy kept looking for topics, coughing while holding her chest. She went over to help Bruce pour water. While pouring water, she touched his arm with her elbow and gently kicked the crossbeam of the table with her toes under the table.

Perhaps most people have experienced that when you are concentrating on doing something, your five senses will become very sensitive. Any slight movement may interrupt your thoughts. Tracy was almost dancing in front of Bruce. Finally, Bruce couldn't stand it anymore.

"Can you please leave?" Bruce looked up at Tracy and said, "I have no interest in you. You are not within my aesthetic and mate selection range. Please disappear from my sight."

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 for Tracy.

She froze in place, then burst into a scream. At this time, the librarian came over and said, "No loud noises in the library, miss, what's wrong with you?"

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Tracy pointed at Bruce and said, "He's a bastard! Damn, unreasonable lecher and hooligan!

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Growing up in a church middle school, she had very few words to curse, and due to the lack of education, Tracy's speech lacked logic, and she only expressed her emotions, looking like a madman.

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

"I won't leave! You are in the same group with him, you bastards!

Suddenly, Tracy seemed to be choked and stayed where she was, because she saw a black muzzle of a gun in front of her.

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

In her life, Tracy had never been so close to the muzzle of a gun, and the instinctive fear overwhelmed her in an instant.

The overly comfortable growth environment made her forget that this is Gotham, the most dangerous city in the United States and even the world. Almost everyone here is a vicious criminal, including these ordinary people who are engaged in the most ordinary professions.

Tracy ran out of the library in a hurry, completely losing her noble and elegant image. Her hair was completely scattered and her hair accessories were also I don't know where it fell, and my face was full of tears and snot, which looked very miserable.

But all this was just the beginning, and more terrible things were still to come.

Tracy returned to the teaching building of the vocational college, and then saw that the teacher was leading the students of Class 3 to do practical operations.

Today, they taught the most basic technology, that is, how to change the tires of trucks. Although this technology is simple, it is the most practical. If you learn this trick, you can at least earn some pocket money from the truck drivers.

Everyone was very enthusiastic about learning, including the girls. Even though the truck tires were almost taller than them, they still worked in groups of three or five. One person held a wrench, and the others carried the tires to the back of the car, and then rolled new tires to replace them.

Tracy stood blankly beside the venue, and at this time, Schiller came over, pointed at Tracy with an umbrella, and said, "What's wrong with you? Why are you still standing here? Have you cried enough? If you have cried enough, go to class quickly. "

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

Tracy has been standing there crying, and Schiller could only say: "You have missed two classes this afternoon. If you continue like this, I can only ask your mother to come and talk to see if there is any need for you to stay..."

"No... No!" Tracy immediately denied it. She said: "You can't ask my mother to come, she will be very angry! "

Tracy swallowed her saliva and could only slowly walk towards the nearest truck.

However, no one was willing to take her with them. Anyone with eyes could see that Tracy couldn't even lift a wrench, let alone screwing in screws or moving tires.

Finally, the teacher came to mediate and asked the two strongest boys and a girl to be in a group with Tracy, and she only had to collect the screws.

Tracy, with her hair loose, squatted on the ground picking up screws, crying as she picked them up, but she had to pick them up while crying.

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

Two of the boys, one had a whole arm with tattoos, and the other had a tattoo on one arm and half of the back. The black girl had a braid, a ring under her lower lip, and four or five nails on her ears. She used black slang to curse another black person in the team next to her, and her voice echoed throughout the playground.

The black girl waved a wrench and killed the black man in two or three moves. She could twist off a huge screw. Looking at the muscles on her arm, Tracy swallowed her saliva silently and swallowed back the complaints that were about to come out of her mouth.

She had heard many legends about the slums, such as gang fights that killed dozens of people and the bodies could not be piled up, serial killers who specifically targeted women for murder, and eloped couples, one of whom dismembered the other...

In her confused consciousness, these tragic cases kept playing in Tracy's mind, making her unable to tell whether he was trembling because of the cold or fear.

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

Even though the screw was not heavy and the job did not require any technical skills, Tracy was almost exhausted after squatting on the ground for more than three hours.

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

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