Chapter 757: Miss Gothic Is in Bad Luck (Part 2)

It was another gloomy morning. The cold wind blew through the soft skirt, making Tracy Godd look even more out of place in the enrollment team, because she was the only one wearing a skirt.

There were many girls who came to register, but most of them wore thick pants and windbreakers, and many wore windproof scarves and hats.

Tracy Godd was different from them. She wore a white shirt with lace patterns and a long tweed skirt. Although she wore thick woolen socks on her feet, her leather shoes still exposed her instep.

It can be said that in the chilly spring in Gotham, it takes a lot of courage to dare to wear such a dress to go out, because not only do you have to endure the cold, but you also have to accept the eyes of people around you looking at you like a fool.

The citizens of Gotham will not restrain their contemptuous eyes just because you look very rich. In the eyes of the citizens of Gotham, fools are equal.

Tracy glared at a girl next to her, just because the girl took a second look at her skirt. Tracy thought that she must be jealous of her, jealous that her skirt was made of the latest fabric this year, and the color separation and floral patterns on it were all carefully selected by her.

This is Tracy's proudest skirt. Even Mrs. Goddard said that after she put on this skirt, she could go to Hollywood to play the leading female role.

Tracy raised her face high, revealing her round chin, which was also one of her proud features. It made her facial contour look very soft and closer to the traditional image of a good wife and mother.

Tracy squinted her eyes and glanced at the girls around her. She found that they either had a pointed chin or a chin so wide that they could hoe the ground. Only she had such a perfect jaw bone. This was because she had spent a lot of money to correct her teeth since she was a child. These poor people in the slums would not understand.

Tracy hugged her arms tightly, trying to get a little warmth from her skin, because the wind at the school gate was too cold.

"Damn it, how long do I have to wait here? Why is there no one to take me to the VIP room? Why should I stay with these stinking poor guys?" Tracy gritted her teeth and stamped her feet, very indignant.

Suddenly, she saw a car driving into the main gate of the school. Judging from the license plate, it should be the Wayne family's car.

Tracy immediately widened her eyes, knocked away the people next to her, and wanted to run over, but at this moment, a person came out from the gate of the side door and shouted at them: "Stand up! Stand in the class division on the registration form, and then go in one by one!"

Tracy turned back and glared at the man fiercely, gritted her teeth and stood there, stamping her feet. Instead of chasing Bruce Wayne, she wanted to find a warm place to stay quickly.

More than 150 freshmen at the door were arranged in three rows. Class 1 learned water and electricity maintenance technology, Class 2 learned the operation and management of cold storage, and Class 3 learned car repair. Tracy was assigned to Class 3.

At the beginning, when Schiller gathered all the gangsters together, he clearly told them what the three classes were learning.

However, Mrs. Goddard was not included in the invitation, and the enrollment form did not say which class taught what. Mrs. Goddard thought that the preparatory class was just about painting together, just like those art salons, so she didn't care which class Tracy was assigned to.

When Tracy found 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?

Most of the girls were in the queue of Class 2 on her right. Most of the female members would 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 large proportion, and there are more things to memorize, which is more suitable for girls to learn.

There were also a few girls who chose the water and electricity major, but they all had already explored some experience in practice. The same was true for those who learned to repair cars. Either their elders worked in the repair shop at home and learned some basics, or they were truck drivers themselves and had a better understanding of vehicles.

As for Tracy, she didn't know anything, let alone distinguishing the parts of a truck and assembling them. She had never been in close contact with any truck in her life.

After freezing in the cold wind for more than ten minutes, Tracy finally lined up indoors. When she walked in, she saw a professor in a black suit sitting behind a desk with a black umbrella at hand.

Tracy heaved a sigh of relief, straightened the wrinkles on her shirt, sat down in the chair opposite Schiller in a very ladylike posture, and said softly: "Hello, professor, my name is Tracy Gode, a freshman at Gotham University Preparatory School. The weather is not very good today, right?"

"Yes, Miss Gode." Schiller did not look up, but registered her information, and then said: "Miss Gode, your dormitory is on the 4th floor, 4012, and you have a roommate, who should be called... Let me see, Sharon, Sharon Weir."

"Oh, no! I don't live in the dormitory, I don't like living with others!" Tracy 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 enrollment brochure? The school does not allow day students, 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 air leakage 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!”

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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 why would the Luther family invest in the teaching building?"

"Because the current leader of the Luther family, Lex Luthor, is a freshman here... Oh, yes, if you enroll now, you might be in the same grade as him, and you might still be able to see him in school."

Tracey rolled her eyes, nodded and said, "Okay, then who will make the bed 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 for... Collectibles that show off your taste.

Later, she would have to go to a public phone and call her mother to ask her to deliver 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 Holding my teeth, I moved layer by layer.

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.

Tracey finally moved the box into the dormitory. Just when she was about to sit on the bed and rest for a while, she found that the bed was harder than the floor of 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, crossed her arms and walked out, planning to use this time to find Bruce.

There was still more than an hour before class, and Tracy 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 meet Bruce by chance, 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 room 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 everyone 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 Schiller and said, "Oh, I'm sorry, I was just busy praying and lost track of time."

Tracy knew that this trick worked very well. 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. Akane.

Tracy, who had never seen such a scene, had a red face and tears welled up in her eyes. She stamped her feet and ran out.

Tracy did not stand at the door as punishment, but ran directly to the public phone she saw before, intending to call his mother and tell her how rude the professor was.

Mrs. Gold 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 before finding this rich man.

After Tracy hung up the phone, she cried angrily and leaned against the corner of the wall and sobbed constantly, but at this time, she heard a series of footsteps coming from the stairwell next to her.

Tracy turned her head and saw Bruce Wayne's face.