It was another gloomy morning, and the cold wind blew through the soft corners of her skirt, making Tracy Goethe look even more out of place among the entrance team, because she was the only one wearing a skirt here.
There were not many girls who signed up, but most of them were wearing thick pants and windbreakers, and many were wearing wind-resistant scarves and hats.
Tracey Gold was different from them. She wore a white shirt with a lace pattern and a long woolen skirt. Although she wore thick woolen socks on her feet, her leather shoes still exposed her insteps.
It can be said that in Gotham's harsh spring weather, it takes a lot of courage to dare to go out in such a suit, because not only do you have to suffer from the cold, but you also have to accept the looks of fools from the people next to you.
The citizens of Gotham will not restrain their disdainful eyes just because you look very rich. In the eyes of Gotham citizens, all fools are equal.
Tracey glared at the girl next to her fiercely, just because the girl took another look at the skirt she was wearing. Tracey thought that she must be jealous of her, jealous that her skirt was made of this year's latest fabric.
The colors and florals above were all carefully selected by her.
This is the dress that Tracy is most proud of. Even Mrs. Goethe said that after wearing this dress, she can go to Hollywood to play a leading actress.
Tracy raised her face high, revealing her round chin, which was also one of the features she was proud of. It made her face look very soft, closer to the traditional image of a good wife and mother.
Tracey squinted her eyes and glanced at the girls around her, and found that they either had pointed chins or their chins were wide enough to hoe. She was the only one with such a perfect mandibular bone. This was because she had spent a lot of money to correct it since she was a child.
Teeth, the poor people in these slums don't understand.
Tracey hugged her arms tightly, trying to get some warmth from her skin, because the wind at the school gate was really too cold.
"Damn it, how long do I have to wait here? Why is there no one to pick me up and take me to the VIP room? Why do I have to stay with these stinking poor people??" Tracy gritted her teeth and stamped her feet.
, said very angrily.
Suddenly, she saw a car drive into the main entrance of the school. Judging from the license plate, it should be the Wayne family's car.
Tracey's eyes immediately widened, she pushed away the people next to her, and wanted to run over, but at this moment, a man came out of the gate at the side door and shouted to them: "Stand still! Press the registration form
Stand in line with each class, and then go in one by one!"
Tracy turned back and glared at the man fiercely. She gritted her teeth and stood there, stamping her feet. She wanted to find a warm place to stay quickly instead of chasing Bruce Wayne.
There were more than 150 freshmen at the door, arranged in three rows. Class 1 studied plumbing and electricity maintenance technology, Class 2 studied the operation and management of cold storage, Class 3 studied vehicle repair, and Tracy was assigned to Class 3.
When Schiller brought all the gang bosses together, he clearly told them what the three classes were studying.
However, the invitees did not include Mrs. Goethe, and the enrollment form did not say which class taught what. Mrs. Goethe thought that the preparatory class was just about reading together, looking at paintings, etc., just like those
It was the same as the art salon, so I didn't care which class Tracy was assigned to.
When Tracy discovered 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?
More than half of the girls are in the queue of Class 2 on her right. Most of the female members will choose to learn knowledge related to cold storage, because among the things taught in this class, physical work is relatively light, while knowledge and technology account for a relatively large proportion.
, there are a lot of things to memorize, and it is more suitable for girls to study.
There are also a few girls who choose the plumber major, but they have already gained some experience in practice. The same goes for those who learn to repair cars. Either there are elders in the family who work in the car repair shop, and they have already learned some basics.
Or simply be a truck driver yourself and know more about vehicles.
As for Tracy, she knew nothing, let alone distinguishing the parts of a truck and assembling them. She had never had close contact with any truck in her life.
After being frozen in the cold wind for another ten minutes, Tracey finally made her way indoors. When she walked in
When she was there, she saw a professor in a black suit sitting behind his desk with a black umbrella in his hand.
Tracey breathed a sigh of relief, straightened out the wrinkles on her shirt, sat down on the chair opposite Schiller in a very ladylike posture, and said softly: "Hello, professor, my name is Tracey.
·Goth, you are a freshman at Gotham University Preparatory School. The weather is not very good today, right?"
"Yes, Miss Goethe." Schiller did not look up, but registered her information, and then said: "Miss Goethe, your dormitory is located in 4012 on the fourth floor. You have a roommate who should be called...
Let me see, the name is Sharon, Sharon Vale."
"Oh, no! I don't live in a dormitory, and I don't like living with others!" Tracey 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 admission brochure? The school does not allow day students, and you must live in the dormitory."
Tracy's eyes widened and she said: "How could this be? How could I live in a house with drafts from all sides? That would make me catch a cold! Besides, I have roommates, and I won't hang out with smelly people.
Live in a house!”
Schiller knew that Tracy was a rich girl, so he was not angry at her remarks. After all, a delicate girl who was brought up in a church girls' school would definitely not be able to adapt to collective life. She would feel awkward at first.
Normal, so Schiller said:
"This teaching building was funded by the Luther family. You wouldn't want to say that the Luther family built a building with air leakage from all sides, right?"
Tracey covered her mouth with her hands and said, "Oh, I'm sorry, I don't know... but how could the Luther family invest in the teaching building?"
"Because Lex Luthor, the current speaker of the Luther family, is a freshman here... Oh, yes, if you enroll now, you might be in the same grade as him, and you might still see him in school."
Tracey rolled her eyes, nodded and said, "Okay, then who will make the mattress for me? Where will 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 in the Gotham University dormitory. 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 have nothing else to do, just take this piece of paper and report to the dormitory. The first class will start at nine o'clock today. I hope you won't be late."
Schiller handed the paper in his hand to Tracey. Tracey had anything else she wanted to ask, but the people behind her were already impatient. When Tracey turned around, she found that the person standing behind her was a
A burly man with tattoos all over his body, he looks like he is not someone to be trifled with.
Tracy knew that she didn't bring a bodyguard, so she could only grit her teeth, stamp her feet, and left with her small suitcase.
Arriving at the only teaching building and dormitory building, Tracy felt even more uncomfortable. She didn't know that she was going to live on campus, so she only took the simplest luggage. Half of the box was filled with books, and some were used to
Collectibles that show your taste.
Later, she would have to go to a public phone and call her mother to ask her to bring her luggage. Now, the biggest problem she faced was how to get her luggage upstairs.
Her dormitory is on the fourth floor, but there is no housekeeper to carry her suitcase for her. Every student who comes to school is packed with a bunch of luggage, and no one can spare time to help her. Tracey can only bite
Keep your teeth and move it layer by layer by yourself.
Tracy had never done any exercise before, and the most intense exercise she did was playing polo, or going for a walk in the park. Carrying a box up to the fourth floor almost cost her half of her life.
When she came to the dormitory, she was even more desperate, because the dormitory here was only temporary, converted from a classroom. One classroom was not big, and there were two beds with no shelter in between. There was no independent toilet or bathroom in the room.
Apart from the bed, there was only a table and two chairs, and there was no time to even install the curtains.
Tracy finally moved the box into the dormitory. Just when she was about to sit on the bed and rest for a while, she realized that the bed was even harder than the floor in their house, and she felt like she was being stung.
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 was from the slums at all. She glared at her fiercely, folded her arms and walked out, planning to use this time to look for Bruce.
There was still more than an hour before class, and Tracey wandered around Gotham University. She found the university activity room, the cafeteria, and the gym. She felt that these were the places where she would be most likely to run into Bruce, but in fact
,Bruce has been writing his paper in the library for three hours.
The search was fruitless, and 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.
She didn't arrive in the classroom until 9:16. By this time, the classroom was already full and the teacher had already started giving lectures.
Tracey walked in swaggeringly, found an empty seat and sat down. The teacher who was lecturing on the stage didn't say anything, but the teacher who was sitting behind and listening to the class tapped the table with his pen.
Instantly, the classroom became quiet. Tracey turned her eyes left and right and found that everyone was staring at her. She coughed slightly and turned her head to the side, not wanting to talk to them. But at this time, he heard a voice
, came from the seat behind:
"Miss Tracy, you are late."
Tracey's eyes widened, she turned to look at Schiller and said, "Oh, I'm sorry, I was just busy praying and forgot about the time."
Tracy knew that this trick was very effective. When she was in the church middle school, she could avoid all the classes he didn't like by saying that she was going to pray, and the teacher would not do anything to her.
Unexpectedly, Schiller stood up, pointed at the door and said: "Lying is not a good habit. God has not received your prayer. Now, go out and stand. If you are late again, you will be expelled."
Tracey's eyes widened and she stared at Schiller, as if she couldn't believe what she just heard. But Schiller didn't mean to joke at all. He just pointed at the door, and everyone was staring at Tracey.
Qian.
Tracy, who had never seen such a fight before, her face turned red and tears welled up in her eyes. She stamped her feet and ran out quickly.
Tracy did not stand at the door, but ran directly to the public phone she had seen before, intending to call his mother to tell him how rude the professor was.
Mrs. Goethe comforted her daughter, but asked her to be patient. After all, her mission was to attract Bruce Wayne's attention, and she could not give up until she found the rich man.
After Tracy hung up the phone, she cried angrily and leaned against the corner, sobbing non-stop. But at this time, she heard a series of footsteps coming from the stairwell next to her.
As soon as Tracy turned her head, she saw Bruce Wayne's face.
