Chapter 1,696 Bruce Wayne and the Sorcerer’s Stone (11)
Chapter 1669 Bruce Wayne and the Sorcerer’s Stone (11)
"Bruce Wayne!"
The students at the long dining table were calling his name one after another, like the sound made by sparrows landing on the windowsill in early winter. If it were in the morning, this kind of noise would be particularly annoying, but it seemed that this man was used to it.
Attention, not affected by the attention of others at all.
"Did I bump into you? I'm sorry." Bruce nodded slightly to little Bruce, and almost instantly looked away, facing Constantine who was striding over.
"You're back, Bruce. Your substitute teacher has been replaced. If you don't come back, I'm afraid I will have to take that terrible math class."
"Don't listen to his nonsense, he won't go even if he dies." Zatanna walked up from behind Constantine, rolled back the sleeves of her magic robe, and then hugged Bruce.
"How are the students lately? I'm afraid you have to remind them that the math class they least want to take is coming back."
"God, I have more headaches than them." Zatanna rolled her eyes and said, "Mathematics and physics have been the pain of my life, and you happen to be very good at them. This is more impressive than the past we had.
Profound... Let’s not talk about this anymore, have you had breakfast?”
"Not yet, but I don't have the time now. I'm here to see Professor Strange. Is he there?"
"He's over at Strange Academy, right over there." Constantine pointed back with his hand, pointing at the group of students wearing golden robes at the end of the long table. Strange's figure was there.
It's faintly visible.
"Thank you, I'll go over first." After saying that, Bruce was about to walk quickly over there, but at this time Zatanna turned her head and glanced at little Bruce, quickly caught up with Bruce and said, "Wait, he...
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"Okay, 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 blankly at Bruce's back. He was greatly shocked because 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 with the times. The robe he is wearing looks very expensive. The robe is not a common heavy fabric, but a slightly light silk. The dark patterns on it seem to be
It is a rococo pattern with a slightly oriental style that is recently popular in the magic world. It is cut very close to the body and looks capable and elegant. Judging from the effect, there must be ten tailors surrounding him.
At the same time, it seems that he is also very popular among the professors. Little Bruce himself has gotten along with Constantine. He does not think that he and this decadent man like a puddle of mud can have anything in common, and it sounds like he is also
I had a past experience with the dean of Zatara Academy.
More importantly, he was very popular with the students. As soon as he walked to Strange Academy, a group of people gathered around him. They seemed to be the third-year prefects and his good friends.
Apparently he had dealt with Bruce before.
It is impossible for anyone who should stay away from strangers to get so much attention in the blink of an eye. No matter how special his identity is, people will always whisper in a low voice that he is a weirdo, but the situation Bruce faces is different from that of others.
On the contrary, most people blatantly discuss him, surround him, and even express their love for him.
"He's so handsome, isn't he?" Miss Spencer said, holding her head in her hands: "When I was at home, I heard my aunt say that Bruce Wayne is a super handsome guy, even more handsome than the male protagonist in the pictorial.
Handsome, his blue eyes are the elixir of love."
"Compared to this, guess what he brought us?" Kane said with a smile: "I guess it may be a souvenir from the Wayne family. I heard that his butler celebrated his birthday some time ago."
"Come on, I've seen 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 take long before we can
One for each person."
"Is it the kind of doll I saw in the dean's office that day?" Miss Spencer grinned and said, "That pillow is more than ten times bigger than the small bat doll that came with our admission notice.
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"It seems so. Those are the hottest doll peripherals in Gotham right now. They cost twenty dollars each in the gift shop over at the pier."
"God! Why is it so expensive?"
"Because it uses a new blank process and the filling is different. I heard it is very soft and fluffy and will not shed any hair."
"Hurry up, let's go back to the common room, I can't wait to hand out the gifts."
The news that Wayne had brought new gifts to the students quickly spread among several colleges. The dining hall had never been so quiet. Everyone was immersed in eating, hurriedly filling their stomachs, and then getting excited.
He ran back to the public activity room.
As soon as they returned to the public activity room, they saw several large boxes of bat dolls. The girls were the first to scream. Miss Spencer rushed into the box with unprecedented swiftness and hugged four or five.
A big doll.
"God, they are so soft. What the hell am I doing?! How could I like such a black doll?! Shouldn't it be a little rabbit or something that is more popular?"
"Don't be stupid, you don't know how popular this thing is on the Internet now! Rabbit dolls are all over the streets, now is the era of bats!"
"I heard that this is made of simulated animal hair, 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. He waved his arms to drive the others away, and then said: "Each person can only take one. Come and get it in line."
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The freshmen didn't know what was happening, and were squeezed into the team like a bunch of chickens. Harley, with Barry on her left and Bruce on her right, dragged them all into the team.
"What are you doing?" Barry asked in confusion.
"The Dean of Wayne College brings us gifts every time he comes back to the college. As you know, he has a lot of money, but more importantly, he always brings us Gotham City travel gifts that have not yet been released on the market.
, it may be the first batch of samples he made."
"You should also know how popular Gotham tourism is now, right? Every time a batch of peripherals is released, it will be sold out quickly. By then, these will be out of print. Those who are not short of money can collect them. After all, the quality of Wayne's products is still worth it.
Trust me, if you are really short of money, you can sell it online and it will make a lot of money."
Harley explained to the two of them, and Barry nodded and accepted the statement, but little Bruce was still immersed in shock. In fact, his biggest shock could be summed up in just one sentence - Where did this sunny and cheerful boy come from?!
Little Bruce never felt that he was a cheerful person, whether it was before or after his parents died. Even though he had a very happy childhood when his parents were still alive, he was indeed not a very lively and cheerful child. Simply
In other words, Batman is a naturally dark man who will never surrender.
But the Bruce he just saw looked like a creature from another dimension. He was happy from the bottom of his heart, and he seemed a little too happy.
Little Bruce was so shocked that he would become such a person in the future, so before he knew it, a bat doll that was huge compared to his size was stuffed into his hand.
, very soft and fluffy.
When little Bruce moved the doll down with some effort and exposed its head and neck, he saw Barry and Harley beating each other with the doll, and the others were not much better.
He must have cast some kind of charming 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 it should be said that Bruce has a too clear understanding of himself, or that he is too pessimistic about his character. In short, he never feels that he can blend in with the public, and would rather use sharp and hurtful words to attack those people.
The idiot who doesn't like it at all should stay away.
But is blending into the crowd actually an option? But why is this necessary? What can this group of mindless fools who only care about happiness bring him?
Little Bruce was still thinking about this problem when he was lying on the bed. The bat doll was too big to be stuffed under the bed, so little Bruce could only put it on the bed.
Then when he woke up in the morning, he discovered that the possibility in his dream that he would kick the doll to the ground in the middle of the night did not happen. On the contrary, when he woke up, he found the doll in his arms.
It was so bad that little Bruce sat up, shook his head that was a little heavy due to deep sleep, expelled the sleepiness that had not appeared in his mind for a long time, and stood up unsteadily.
"Bang bang bang!" There was a knock on his door.
After opening the door, a strange girl appeared outside. She looked a little panicked, but she still spoke in a slightly nervous tone.
"Well, you have to get up quickly. You're going to be late for class. The first class is Professor Pamela's. Her temper is not very good."
"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 tight financial situation. If you can, please help me say thank you to him...
…You 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 blending into the crowd? Spending every day with a smiling face, trying to please, pretending to understand these idiots, and meeting their various needs.
For these interests-based concerns?
Little Bruce didn't say anything, but returned to the room. After washing up, he almost stepped on the bell and entered 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 can you distinguish their characteristics?
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"Next, please look at this." Pamela took out a pot of plant from under the podium. It was exactly the kind of plant with spiral fruits that Bruce and the others saw in the small garden behind the greenhouse.
"Spiral grass is the most typical magical plant that grows in areas rich in magical energy. You can find them on the grassland on the east side of the Malt Swamp in the magical world..."
The magical botany class was unexpectedly interesting. Pamela introduced them to three of the most common plants in the magical world, as well as many funny accidents caused by unlucky wizards who used these three ingredients incorrectly.
After the class ended, everyone else left, but little Bruce grabbed Barry and Harley and said, "We have to ask the professor about the dryad."
When they just said this, Pamela walked past them, obviously intending to leave along the corridor, while little Bruce was still explaining to the other two people: "No matter what the purpose of the professors arranged all this
, we have to rush over and have a look. If it is consistent with our guess, we can also let them know that there are not only idiots in this school."
At this time, Pamela had reached the corner at the end of the corridor, and then she seemed to have met someone, and her footsteps stopped.
The three children immediately rushed into the nearest classroom in unison, then stuck their heads out and listened carefully to the conversation coming from the end of the corridor.