Chapter 758: Miss Gothic Is in Trouble (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 forced me to stand outside as a punishment! I was a freshman reporting on the first day, and I didn't even know when the class would 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 as a punishment. 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 called 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 was flowing on 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 very used 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 drop 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, then entered the cafeteria, used the skills she had prepared before, chatted up an ordinary male classmate, and got a student ID from him.

Lying that the 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 walked 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, and then burst into a scream. At this time, the librarian came over and said, "No loud noises are allowed in the library, Miss, what's wrong with you?"

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

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 again: "Please leave here, Miss, you are disturbing the normal order of the library."

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

Suddenly, Tracy seemed to be choked and stayed where she was, because she saw a black hole in the 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.

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

The overly favorable growing environment made her forget that this was Gotham, the most dangerous city in the United States and even the world. Almost everyone here was a vicious criminal, including these ordinary people who were 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 didn't know where they fell. Her face was full of tears and snot, and she 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 technique, which 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 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 truck, 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 stood 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 you still need to stay..."

"No...no!" Tracy denied it immediately. 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 her. Anyone with eyes could see that Tracy was afraid that she couldn't even hold a wrench, let alone screwing screws or moving tires.

In the end, it was the teacher who came to mediate and let the two strongest boys and a girl be in a group with Tracy, and she only needed to collect screws.

Tracy, with her hair loose, squatted on the ground to pick up screws, crying while picking 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.

Among the two boys, one had a whole arm with tattoos, and the other had one arm with tattoos on 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 cursed another black person in the team next to her with black slang, and the sound echoed throughout the playground.

The black girl waved a wrench and twisted a huge screw in a few seconds. Looking at the muscles on her arm, Tracy swallowed her saliva silently and swallowed back the complaints that were on the tip of her tongue.

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 murdered women, and eloped couples, one of whom dismembered the other...

In her blurred consciousness, these tragedies 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.

Amid the snoring of her roommate, Tracy lay on her bed in despair, her eyes went dark.

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