Chapter 1696 Bruce Wayne and the Sorcerer's Stone (XI)

Chapter 1669 Bruce Wayne and the Philosopher's Stone (XI)

"Bruce Wayne!"

The students at the long dining table called his name one after another, like the sound of sparrows landing on the windowsill in early winter. If it was in the morning, this noise would be particularly annoying, but it seemed that this man was used to being noticed and was not affected by the attention of others at all.

"Did I bump into you? Sorry." Bruce nodded gently to little Bruce, and almost instantly turned his eyes away and greeted Constantine who was striding over.

"You are finally back, Bruce. The teacher who will substitute for you has been replaced. If you don't come back, I'm afraid I will have to go to that terrible math class."

"Don't listen to his nonsense. He will never go." Zatanna walked up from behind Constantine, rolled up the sleeves of her magic robe, and then hugged Bruce.

"How are the students doing lately? I'm afraid you have to remind them that the math class they least want to take is coming back."

"God, I have a headache more than them." Zatanna rolled her eyes and said, "Math and physics are the pain of my life, and you happen to be very good at them, which is more impressive than our past... Let's not talk about this, have you had breakfast?"

"No, but I don't have time now. I'm here to find Professor Strange. Is he there?"

"He's over at Strange Academy, right there." Constantine pointed back with his hand, pointing to the group of students in golden robes at the end of the long table, among whom Strange's figure was looming.

"Thank you, I'll go first." Bruce was about to walk over there quickly, but at this time Zatanna turned her head and glanced at little Bruce, quickly caught up with Bruce and said, "Wait, he..."

"Well, little bastard, it looks like your backer is back." Constantine shrugged at little Bruce and said, "Your good days are coming."

Little Bruce was staring at Bruce's back in a daze. He was greatly shocked. He didn't understand why his future self was completely different from what he imagined?

Is he a little too trendy? ? ?

Yes, this Bruce looks young, full of energy, and very up-to-date. The robe he wears looks very expensive. The outer robe is not the common heavy cloth, but a slightly light silk. The dark pattern on it seems to be the Rococo pattern with a slightly oriental style that is popular in the magic world recently. It is cut very close to the body and looks capable and elegant. From the effect, there must be ten tailors around him.

At the same time, it seems that he is also very popular among the professors. Bruce himself has been with Constantine, and he doesn't think he has any common topics with this decadent man who is like a puddle of mud. It also sounds like he has a past with the dean of Zatara College.

More importantly, he is also very popular with students. As soon as he walked to Strange College, a group of people surrounded him. They seemed to be the third-year class leader and his good friends. They obviously had dealings with Bruce before.

It is impossible for anyone who keeps a distance from others to get so much attention in an instant. No matter how special his identity is, people will always whisper that he is a weirdo, but the situation Bruce faces is completely the opposite. Most people openly discuss him, surround him, and even express their admiration for him.

"He's really handsome, isn't he?" Miss Spencer said, supporting her head with one hand: "When I was at home, my aunt told me that Bruce Wayne is a super handsome guy, more handsome than the male protagonist in the picture magazine, and his blue eyes are simply a love potion."

"Compared to this, guess what he brought us?" Kane said with a smile: "I guess it might be a gift from the Wayne family. I heard that his butler had a birthday some time ago."

"Come on, I saw it all." Lawrence next to him came over, wiped his mouth with a napkin and said: "Before I came, a carriage full of bat dolls drove to the warehouse. It won't be long before we can each get one."

"Is it the doll I saw in the dean's office that day?" Miss Spencer grinned. He stood up and said, "That pillow is more than ten times bigger than the bat doll that came with our acceptance letter?"

"It looks like it is. It's the hottest doll peripheral in Gotham now. It costs twenty dollars each in the gift shop over at the dock."

"Oh my God! Why is it so expensive?"

"Because I heard that it uses a new blanking process and the filling is different. It's said to be very soft and fluffy and won't shed hair."

"Hurry up, let's go back to the common activity room. I can't wait to distribute the gifts."

The news that Wayne brought new gifts to the students quickly spread among several colleges. The dining hall has never been so quiet. Everyone is busy eating, filling their stomachs in a hurry, and then running back to the common activity room excitedly.

As soon as they returned to the common activity room, they saw several large boxes of bat dolls. The girls screamed first, and Miss Spencer rushed into the box with unprecedented speed and hugged four or five large dolls.

"Oh my god, they are so soft, what on earth am I doing?! Why do I like such a black doll?! Shouldn't it be more popular to be a little bunny?"

"Don't be silly, you don't know how popular this thing is on the Internet now! Bunny dolls are everywhere, now is the era of bats!"

"I heard that this is made of simulated animal fur, and the stitching is almost invisible. It's perfect as a pillow. Can I take one now?"

"Don't move! Don't move!" Kane shouted, he stretched out his legs and stepped over the box to the center of the room, waving his arms to drive others away, and then said: "One person can only take one, line up and come to get it!"

The freshmen didn't know what happened, and they were squeezed into the line like a group of chickens. Harley held a Barry in her left hand and a little Bruce in her right hand, and dragged them all into the line.

"What are you doing?" Barry asked in a daze.

"The dean of Wayne College always brings us gifts when he returns to the college. You know, he is rich, but more importantly, he always brings us Gotham City tourism gifts that have not been released on the market. They may be the first batch of samples he made."

"You should also know how popular Gotham tourism is now? Every batch of peripherals released will soon be snapped up. By then, these will be out of print. Those who are not short of money can collect them. After all, the quality of Wayne products is still trustworthy. Those who are really short of money can sell them online, which is also a considerable income."

Harry explained to the two, Barry nodded and accepted this statement, but little Bruce was still immersed in shock. In fact, his biggest shock can be summed up in one sentence-where did this sunny and cheerful boy come from? !

Little Bruce never thought that he was a cheerful person, whether before or after his parents died, even when his parents were alive, he had a very happy childhood, he really couldn't be called a very lively and cheerful child. In short, Batman is a born dark and gloomy person who never surrenders.

But the Bruce he just saw looked like a creature from another dimension. He was happy from the bottom of his heart, and seemed a little too happy.

Little Bruce was dizzy with shock at the fact that he would become such a person in the future, so he didn't realize that a bat doll that was huge compared to his body size was stuffed into his hand. It was very soft and furry.

When little Bruce moved the doll down with some effort and exposed his head and neck, he saw Barry and Harley fighting with the doll, and the others were not much better.

He must have cast some enchanting magic on this doll, little Bruce thought, otherwise why would he make everyone like his gift so much? Is there any other reasonable explanation for this?

How can Bruce Wayne be likable?

Impossible, absolutely impossible!

I don't know whether to say that Bruce has too clear an understanding of himself or that he is too pessimistic about his character. In short, he never feels that he can integrate into the crowd. He would rather use sharp and hurtful words to kick away those idiots he totally despises.

But is it actually an option to integrate into the crowd? But why is it necessary? What can these fools who are only happy and have no brains bring him?

Bruce was still thinking about this question while lying in bed. The bat doll was too big to fit under the bed, so Bruce could only put it on the bed.

Then when he woke up in the morning, he found that the possibility that he would kick the doll to the ground in his dream in the middle of the night did not happen. On the contrary, when he woke up, he found that the doll was held in his arms.

It was terrible. Bruce sat up, shook his head, which was a little heavy due to deep sleep, and drove away the sleepiness that had not appeared in his mind for a long time, and stood up staggeringly.

"Bang bang bang!", his door was knocked.

After opening the door, a strange girl appeared outside. She looked a little panicked, but still spoke in a slightly nervous tone.

"Well, you have to get up quickly or you will be late for class. The first class is Professor Pamela's class, and she has a bad temper."

"Do you know me?"

"I know you are Wayne, and you should be a relative of Dean Wayne. The two dolls he gave me helped our family temporarily alleviate the somewhat tense financial situation. If possible, please say thank you to him for me... Go to the classroom quickly, I'm leaving first!"

After saying that, the girl ran away in a hurry. Little Bruce stood there and thought, is this the benefit of integrating into the crowd? Accompanying with a smile every day, being attentive and flattering, pretending to understand these idiots, and meeting their various needs, just for these concerns out of interest?

Little Bruce didn't say anything, and went back to the room. After washing up, he almost stepped on the bell to enter the classroom.

Pamela adjusted her hat, opened the textbook and said, "What I am teaching now is the most basic part of magical botany, that is, what are the common magical plants in magic, and how you can distinguish their characteristics."

"Next, please look at this." Pamela took out a pot of plants from under the podium. It was the plant with spiral fruits that Bruce and his friends saw in the small garden behind the greenhouse.

"Spiral grass, a typical magical plant that grows in areas with strong magical energy. You can find them on the grass on the east side of the Malt Swamp in the magical world..."

The magical botany class was unexpectedly interesting. Pamela introduced them to the three most common plants in the magical world, as well as many funny accidents caused by unlucky wizards because of using these three materials incorrectly.

After the class, everyone else left, but Bruce stopped Barry and Harley and said, "We have to ask the professor about the tree demon."

When he said this, Pamela walked past them, obviously intending to leave along the corridor, while Bruce was still explaining to the other two: "No matter what purpose the professors have arranged all this, we have to go over and take a look. If it is consistent with our speculation, we can also let them know that there are not only idiots in this school."

At this time, Pamela had walked to the corner at the end of the corridor, and then she seemed to meet someone and stopped.

The three children immediately rushed into the nearest classroom in unison, and then stuck their heads out to listen carefully to the conversation coming from the end of the corridor.