A beautiful girl who was crying, and a handsome gentleman who happened to be passing by. This was like a fairy tale encounter. 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, raised her eyes to look at Bruce, and then continued to cry sadly.
In Tracy's expectation, Bruce should have walked up to her in a very gentlemanly manner and asked her what happened, and Tracy would have been able to tell her what she had just experienced.
The first part went smoothly. Bruce did come over, looked her up and down, and asked, "What's wrong with you?"
"I...I..." Tracey kept sobbing and said intermittently: "I was just late for a while, and that professor...he actually forced me to go out and make me stand! I was a freshman reporting on the first day. I don’t even know when class will start…”
"Oh, are you a student in the preparatory class?" Bruce looked at him again, as if he didn't believe it, and asked: "Who forced you to stand for punishment?"
Tracey secretly rejoiced. From what she heard, Bruce's tone was to vent her anger. She immediately said: "It's the professor who received the new students before. I saw the signature on the application form... called Xi Le, Schiller Rodriguez..."
"I have something else to do, I'm leaving 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.
It took a long time for Tracy to react. She hammered the wall hard with her hand, but she screamed in pain. Tracy gritted her teeth and chased Bruce in the direction he was walking. .
After chasing her to the library, Tracey couldn't get in because the library required student ID cards from Gotham University, and the preparatory students' student ID cards hadn't 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 door, her teeth chattering. She thought, how long can a playboy like Bruce keep pretending to be in the library? As long as she waits in the library. At the entrance of the hotel, he will definitely come out in ten minutes at most.
This wait is four hours.
Tracey was already stiff from the cold, but Bruce was still concentrating on his studies without raising his head.
It was finally lunch time, and Bruce put down his book and planned to go to eat, only to see Tracey shivering at the door.
But he just glanced at her and walked away immediately. Tracey chased after him and said somewhat unclearly: "Mr. Wayne, please wait a moment. I don't know where the canteen is. Can you take me there?" ?”
This was a chance encounter scene she had designed. Generally speaking, no boy would refuse a beautiful woman asking for directions. What's more, she had just cried, and she must be in pitiful condition now.
Perhaps Tracy had little experience with this situation. In Bruce's eyes, what he saw was a woman whose hair had been blown into chicken coops, her face was red from the cold, her lips were white, and her nose was dripping onto her lips. madman.
Not to mention that he is currently focused on studying, even if he met such a woman on the road, he would probably 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 has become very accustomed to being chased by various women. As long as he doesn't react to them, they will retreat after a while.
After all, for these social butterflies, face is the most important thing. If they chase someone to the point of disgrace, even if that person is Bruce Wayne, their reputation in the circle will definitely drop drastically.
When they arrived at the cafeteria, Bruce walked directly in, 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 ran quickly into the bushes nearby.
After a while, Tracy finally sorted out her image, but Bruce was no longer in the cafeteria.
Bruce, who was eager to go back to work on his thesis, finished his meal in just ten minutes and was now sitting back in his seat in the library.
Tracy was cold and hungry, but unwilling to give up, she turned
After checking his eyes, he entered the cafeteria, used the skills he had prepared before, struck up a conversation with an ordinary male classmate, and got his student ID card from him.
By lying that this male classmate was her boyfriend, Tracy successfully sneaked into the library and stood opposite Bruce.
Bruce was writing the paper without raising his head. Tracey kept looking for topics, holding her chest and coughing. She walked over to help Bruce pour water. While pouring water, she touched his arm with her elbow and nudged him with her toes under the table.
Gently kick the table beam.
Perhaps most people have experienced that when you are concentrating on something, your five senses will become very sensitive, and the slightest disturbance may interrupt your train of thought. But Tracy almost danced in front of Bruce.
Finally, Bruce couldn't stand it anymore.
"Can you please leave?" Bruce raised his eyes and said to Tracy: "I am not interested in you at all. You are not within the scope of my aesthetics and mate selection. 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 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 the matter with you?"
Tracey pointed at Bruce and said: "He's a bastard! Damn, unreasonable scoundrel and gangster!!!"
The experience of growing up in a church middle school left her with a very poor vocabulary for swearing. Moreover, due to the lack of education, Tracy's speech lacked logic and she just exported her emotions, making her look 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 he are in the same group, you bastards!!"
Suddenly, Tracey stayed where she was as if she had been choked, because she saw a black muzzle appeared 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 Tracy's life, she had never been so close to the muzzle of a gun, and that instinctive fear overwhelmed her in an instant.
The overly generous 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 ordinary people who are engaged in the most ordinary professions.
Tracey ran out of the library in a hurry, completely losing her noble and elegant image. Her hair was completely spread out, and her hair accessories had fallen off. Her face was covered with tears and snot, and it looked like
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 saw the teacher 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 the girls. Even though the truck tires are almost taller than them, they still work in groups of three or five. One person holds a wrench, and several others transport the tires to the back of the truck.
Roll in new tires and put them on.
Tracey stood blankly beside the venue, but at this time, Schiller came over. He pointed at Tracey with his umbrella and said, "What's the matter with you? Why are you still standing here? You've cried enough."
Are you ready? When you’ve cried enough, go to class quickly.”
Schiller seems extra patient, not because Tracy is so likable, but because her background is very special, and rich girls always need an adaptation process, which is understandable.
Tracy stood there crying all the time, and Schiller could only say: "You have missed two classes this afternoon. If you continue like this, I can only talk to your mother to see if you are still alive."
It is necessary to continue to stay..."
"No...no!" Tracy immediately denied it. She said, "You can't come to my mother, she will be very angry!"
Tracy swallowed and could only slowly walk towards the nearest large truck.
However, no one wants to take her with her. Anyone with eyes can see it.
, let alone tightening screws or moving tires, Tracy probably couldn't even lift a wrench.
In the end, the teacher came to mediate and let the two strongest boys and one girl be paired with Tracy, and she only had to be responsible for collecting screws.
Tracey, with her hair disheveled, squatted on the ground to pick up screws, crying while picking them up. However, she still had to pick them up while crying.
After all, her teammates are all the strongest freshmen, and in Gotham, being strong means having a place in the gang, and the image will definitely not be too friendly.
Among the two boys, one has a full arm and the other has an arm and half a back. The black girl has braided hair, a ring under her lower lip, and four or five nails in her ears. They use black slang.
He scolded another black man in the team next to him, and his voice echoed throughout the playground.
The black girl waved the wrench and could unscrew a huge screw in a few clicks. Looking at the muscles on her arm, Tracey swallowed silently and swallowed back the complaints that came to her lips.
She had heard many legends about the slums, about gangs that killed dozens of people and couldn't pile up the corpses, about serial killers who only picked women to murder, about couples who eloped, and one of them cut the body of the other into pieces...
In the blur of consciousness, these tragedies kept playing in Tracy's mind, making it difficult for her to tell whether he was shaking 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 screws on the ground.
Even though the screw wasn't heavy and the job didn't have any technical content, 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.
Amidst the snoring of her roommate, Tracey lay on her bed in despair, her eyes darkened.
This chapter has been completed!