Chapter 757: Miss Gothic Is in Trouble (Part 2)

It was another gloomy morning. The cold wind blew through the soft skirt, making Tracy Godd look even more out of place in the enrollment team, because she was the only one wearing a skirt.

There were many girls who came to register, but most of them wore thick pants and windbreakers, and many wore windproof scarves and hats.

Tracy Godd was different from them. She wore a white shirt with lace patterns and a long tweed skirt. Although she wore thick woolen socks on her feet, her leather shoes still exposed her instep.

It can be said that in the chilly spring in Gotham, it takes a lot of courage to dare to wear such a dress to go out, because not only do you have to endure the cold, but you also have to accept the eyes of people around you looking at you like a fool.

The citizens of Gotham will not restrain their contemptuous eyes just because you look very rich. In the eyes of the citizens of Gotham, fools are equal.

Tracy glared at a girl next to her because she took a second look at her skirt. Tracy thought that she must be jealous of her because her skirt was made of the latest fabric this year, and the color separation and floral patterns on it were all carefully selected by her.

This was Tracy's proudest skirt. Even Mrs. Gode said that after she put on this skirt, she could go to Hollywood to play the leading female role.

Tracy raised her face high, revealing her round chin, which was also one of her proud features. It made her face look very soft and closer to the traditional image of a good wife and mother.

Tracy squinted her eyes and glanced at the girls around her. She found that they either had a pointed chin or a chin so wide that they could hoe the ground. Only she had such a perfect jaw bone. This was because she had paid a high price to correct her teeth since she was a child. These poor people in the slums would not understand.

Tracy hugged her arms tightly, trying to get a little warmth from her skin, because the wind at the school gate was too cold.

"Damn it, how long do I have to wait here? Why is there no one to take me to the VIP room? Why should I stay with these stinking poor guys?" Tracy gritted her teeth and stamped her feet, very indignant.

Suddenly, she saw a car driving into the main gate of the school. Judging from the license plate, it should be the Wayne family's car.

Tracy immediately widened her eyes, knocked away the people next to her, and wanted to run over, but at this moment, a person came out from the gate of the side door and shouted at them: "Stand up! Stand in the class division on the registration form, and then go in one by one!"

Tracy turned back and glared at the man fiercely, gritted her teeth and stood there, stamping her feet. Instead of chasing Bruce Wayne, she wanted to find a warm place to stay quickly.

More than 150 freshmen at the door were arranged in three rows. Class 1 learned water and electricity maintenance technology, Class 2 learned the operation and management of cold storage, and Class 3 learned car repair. Tracy was assigned to Class 3.

When Schiller gathered all the gangsters together, he told them clearly what the three classes were learning.

However, Mrs. Goddard was not among the invited people, and the enrollment form did not say which class taught what. Mrs. Goddard thought that the preparatory class was just reading books and looking at paintings together, just like those art salons, so she didn't care which class Tracy was assigned to.

When Tracy found that there were very few girls in her class, she felt something was wrong, because if it was an art salon, shouldn't there be more girls?

Most of the girls were in the queue of Class 2 on her right. Most of the female members chose to learn knowledge related to cold storage, because among the things taught in this class, physical work was relatively light, while knowledge and technology accounted for a large proportion, and there were more things to memorize, which was more suitable for girls to learn.

There were also a few girls who chose the water and electricity major, but they all had already explored some experience in practice. The same was true for those who learned to repair cars. Either their elders worked in the repair shop at home and learned some basics, or they were truck drivers themselves and had a better understanding of vehicles.

As for Tracy, she didn't know anything, let alone distinguishing the parts of a truck and assembling them. She had never been in close contact with any truck in her life.

After freezing in the cold wind for more than ten minutes, Tracy finally lined up indoors. When she walked in, she saw a professor in a black suit sitting behind a desk with a black umbrella at hand.

Tracy heaved a sigh of relief, straightened the wrinkles on her shirt, sat down in the chair opposite Schiller in a very ladylike posture, and said softly: "Hello, professor, my name is Tracy Goddard, a freshman at Gotham University Preparatory School. The weather is not very good today, right?"

"Yes, Miss Goddard." Schiller did not look up, but registered her information, and then said: "Miss Goddard, your dormitory is on the 4th floor, 4012, and you have a roommate, who should be called... Let me see, Sharon, Sharon Weir."

"Oh, no! I don't live in the dormitory, I don't like living with others!" Tracy shook her head and said: "Tonight, our car will come to pick me up..."

At this time, Schiller looked up at her and said, "Isn't it written in the enrollment brochure? The school does not allow day students, you must live in the dormitory."

Tracy's eyes widened and said, "How can this be? How can I live in a house with drafts on all sides? I will catch a cold! Besides, I have roommates, I won't live in a house with smelly people!"

Schiller knew that Tracy was a rich lady, so he didn't get angry about her argument. After all, a delicate lady who was raised in a church girls' school would definitely not be able to adapt to collective life. It was normal for her to feel awkward at first, so Schiller said:

"This teaching building was funded by the Luther family. You don't think that the Luther family built a building with drafts on all sides. Wind building, right?"

Tracy covered her mouth with her hand and said, "Oh, sorry, I don't know... But why would the Luthor family invest in a teaching building?"

"Because Lex Luthor, the current leader of the Luthor family, is a freshman here... Oh, yes, if you enroll now, you will be in the same grade as him, and maybe you can see him in school."

Tracy's eyes turned, nodded and said, "Okay, then who will make my bed? Where should I take a shower? Also, I don't want any smell in the bathroom..."

"You have to make your own bed, and take a shower in the private bathroom of the Gotham University dormitory building. As for the bathroom, there is a public bathroom in the teaching building." Schiller answered very patiently, but Tracy's face became darker and darker.

"Okay, Miss Tracy, if you don't have anything else to do, take this paper and report to the dormitory. The first class will start at 9 o'clock today. I hope you won't be late."

Schiller handed the paper in his hand to Tracy. Tracy wanted to ask something else, but the people behind her were already impatient. Tracy turned around and found that the man standing behind her was a burly man with tattoos all over his body. He didn't look like someone who could be easily messed with.

Tracy knew that she didn't bring a bodyguard, so she could only grit her teeth and stamp her feet, carrying a small suitcase and left.

Arriving at the only teaching building and dormitory building, Tracy felt even more uncomfortable. She didn't know she had to live on campus, so she only took the simplest luggage. Half of the suitcase was filled with books, and the other part was a collection to show her taste.

Later, she had to go to the public phone and call her mother to send the luggage over. Now, the biggest problem she faced was how to get the luggage upstairs.

Her dormitory was on the fourth floor, but there was no housekeeper to help her carry the box. Every student who came to school was carrying a lot of luggage, and no one could spare a hand to help her. Tracy could only grit her teeth and carry it floor by floor by herself.

Tracy never did sports before. The most intense exercise she did was playing polo or taking a walk in the park. Carrying a box to the fourth floor almost took her life.

When she came to the dormitory, she was even more desperate, because the dormitory here was only temporary, converted from a classroom. A classroom was not big, with two beds, no shelter in the middle, no independent toilet, and no bathroom. In addition to the bed, there was only a table and two chairs in the room, and even the curtains were not installed in time.

Tracy finally moved the box into the dormitory. Just when she wanted to sit on the bed to rest for a while, she found that the bed was even harder than the floor of their house. She felt that it hurt.

Unable to sit still, Tracy could only stand up, but after a while, her roommate came in, and the place seemed even more cramped.

Tracy didn't want to talk to this girl who looked like she came from the slums. She glared at her fiercely, folded her arms and walked out, intending to take advantage of this time to look for Bruce.

There was still more than an hour before class, and Tracy wandered around Gotham University. She found the university activity room, the cafeteria, and the gym. She thought that these were the places where she would most likely run into Bruce, but in fact, Bruce had been writing a paper in the library for three hours.

After searching in vain, Tracy felt very frustrated. Seeing that the time was almost up, she walked back slowly, thinking that being a few minutes late was not a big deal.

It wasn't until 9:16 that she arrived at the classroom, and at this time, the classroom was already full of people and the teacher had already started the lecture.

Tracy walked in with a swagger and found an empty seat to sit down. The teacher who was giving the lecture on the stage didn't say anything, but the teacher who was sitting in the back tapped the table with a pen.

Instantly, the classroom became quiet. Tracy turned her eyes left and right and found that everyone was staring at her. She coughed lightly and turned her head to one side, not wanting to talk to them. But at this time, she heard a voice from the seat behind:

"Miss Tracy, you are late."

Tracy widened her eyes, turned around and looked at Schiller and said, "Oh, I'm sorry, I was busy praying just now and forgot the time."

Tracy knew that this trick was very useful. When she was in the church middle school, she could avoid all the classes she didn't like by saying that she went to pray, and the teacher would not do anything to her.

Unexpectedly, Schiller stood up and pointed at the door and said, "Lying is not a good habit. God did not receive your prayer. Now, go out and stand. If you are late again, you will be expelled."

Tracy widened her eyes and stared at Schiller, as if she could not believe what she had just heard, but Schiller did not mean to joke at all. He just pointed at the door, and everyone was staring at Tracy.

Tracy, who had never seen such a scene, had a red face and tears in her eyes. She stamped her feet and ran out.

Tracy did not stand at the door as punishment, but ran directly to the public phone she saw before, intending to call her mother to tell her how rude the professor was.

Mrs. Goethe comforted her daughter, but asked her to be patient. After all, her mission was to attract the attention of Bruce Wayne, and she could not give up before finding the rich man.

After Tracy hung up the phone, she burst into tears and sobbed against the wall. But at this moment, she heard a series of footsteps coming from the stairwell next to her.

Tracy turned her head and saw Bruce Wayne's face.

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