Chapter 1660: Bruce Wei En and the Philosopher's Stone (Part 11)

"Bruce Wei En!"

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

"Did I bump into you? Sorry." Bruce nodded lightly to Little Bruce, moved his gaze away almost instantly, and greeted Constantine who was walking over with big strides.

"You're finally back, Bruce. The substitute teachers have been changed for a round. If you don't come back, I'm afraid I'll have to take that terrible math class."

"Don't listen to his nonsense, he wouldn't go even if he died." Zatanna came up from behind Constantine, pulled the sleeves of her magic robe back, and hugged Bruce.

"How are the students recently? I'm afraid you have to remind them that their least favorite math class is coming back."

"God, I have a bigger headache 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. This is more impressive than that past we had... Don't talk about this, have you had breakfast?"

"Not yet, but I don't have time for this now. I'm looking for Professor Strange. Is he here?"

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

"Thank you, I'll go over first." After speaking, Bruce was about to walk quickly to that side, but at this time Zatanna turned her head and looked at Little Bruce, chased Bruce quickly and said: "Wait, he..."

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

And Little Bruce was stunned while looking at Bruce's back. He was greatly shocked, mainly because he didn't understand why the future version of himself was completely different from what he imagined?

Is he a bit too trendy???

Yes, this Bruce looked young, full of energy, and very up-to-date. The magic robe he wore looked very expensive. The outer robe was not the heavy fabric common to others, but slightly light silk. The dark patterns on it seemed to be the Rococo patterns with a slight oriental style that were popular in the magical world recently. It was tailored very tightly, looking capable and elegant. Judging from the effect, it must have taken ten tailors to surround him.

At the same time, it seemed that he also had good popularity among the professors. Little Bruce had dealt with Constantine himself, and he didn't think he could have any common topics with this decadent person who was like a puddle of mud, and it sounded like he had a past with the dean of Zatara House.

More importantly, he was also very popular with students. As soon as he walked to the side of Strange House, a group of people surrounded him. It seemed that they should be the prefect of the third grade and his good friends. They obviously had dealt with Bruce before.

Anyone who is unapproachable cannot get so much attention in an instant, no matter how special his identity is. People always whisper that he is a weirdo, but the situation Bruce faced was the exact opposite. Most people discussed him, surrounded him, and even expressed admiration for him openly.

"He's really handsome, right?" Miss Spencer supported her head with one hand and said: "When I was at home, I heard my aunt say that Bruce Wei En is a super handsome guy, handsomer than the male lead in the pictorial. His blue eyes are simply a love potion."

"Compared to this, guess what he brought us?" Kane smiled and said: "I guess it might be a souvenir from the Wei En family. I heard that his butler had a birthday some time ago."

"Forget it, I saw it." Lawrence next to him leaned over and 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 have one each."

"Is it the kind of doll I saw in the dean's office that day?" Miss Spencer grinned and said: "The pillow that is ten times larger than the small bat doll attached to our admission notice?"

"It seems so. That is the hot doll peripheral in Cat Getan now. A gift shop at the pier sells it for twenty dollars each."

"God! Why is it so expensive?"

"Because I heard it uses new wool blank technology, and the filling is also different. I heard it is particularly soft, furry and won't lose hair."

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

The news that Wei En brought new gifts to the students spread quickly among several houses. The auditorium for dining had never been so quiet. Everyone was burying their heads and eating, rushing to fill their stomachs, and then ran back to the common room excitedly.

As soon as they returned to the common room, what came into view were several large boxes of bat dolls. The girls screamed first. Miss Spencer rushed into the box with an unprecedented agile pace and hugged four or five large dolls.

"God, they are really soft. What am I doing?! Why do I like this dark doll?! Shouldn't it be something like a little rabbit that is more popular?"

"Don't be stupid, that's because you don't know how popular this thing is on the Internet! Rabbit dolls are already rotten on the street, now is the era of bats!"

"I heard this uses simulated animal hair, and the seams are almost invisible. This is too suitable as a pillow. Can I take one away now?"

"Don't move! Don't move!" Kane shouted. He stretched his legs over the box to the center of the room, waved his arms to drive others away, and then said: "You can only take one each, line up to receive it!"

The freshmen didn't know what happened, and were squeezed into the queue like a group of chicks. Harley grabbed Barry with her left hand and Little Bruce with her right hand, and dragged them all into the queue.

"What is this doing?" Barry asked a bit dazed.

"The dean of Wei En House will bring us gifts every time he returns to the academy. You also know that he is rich, but more importantly, he can bring us travel gifts from Cat Getan City that haven't been released on the market every time. It may be the samples he made for the first time."

"You should also know how popular Cat Getan tourism is now, right? Every batch of peripherals released will be snapped up soon. By then, these will be out of print. Those who are not short of money can collect them. After all, the quality of Wei En manufacturing is worth trusting. Those who are really short of money can sell them on the Internet, which is also a considerable income."

Harley explained to the two, and Barry nodded, accepting this statement. But Little Bruce was still immersed in shock. In fact, his biggest shock could be summarized in one sentence—where did this sunny and cheerful big boy come from???

Little Bruce never felt that he was a cheerful person. Whether it was before or after his parents passed away, even when his parents were alive, he had a very happy childhood, but he certainly couldn't be called a very lively and cheerful child. Simply put, Batman is a natural dark person, i-people 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 it seemed that he was a bit too happy.

Little Bruce was shocked by the fact that he would become such a person in the future, so he was stuffed with a bat doll that was huge compared to his body size without knowing it. 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 that doll, and others were no better.

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

How could Bruce Wei En be likable?

Impossible, absolutely impossible!

I don't know whether to say Little Bruce's cognition of himself is too clear, or to say he is too pessimistic about his personality. In short, he never felt that he could integrate into the masses, and would rather use sharp and hurtful words to kick that group of idiots he looked down on far away.

But is integrating into the crowd a choice? But what is the necessity of this? What can this group of brainless idiots who only care about being happy bring him?

Little Bruce was still thinking about this question when he was lying on the bed. The bat doll was too big, so it couldn't be stuffed under the bed, so Little Bruce could only put it on the bed.

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

Terrible, Little Bruce sat up, shook his head, which was a bit heavy due to deep sleep, expelled the sleepiness that had not appeared in his head for a long time, and stood up staggeringly.

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

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

"That, you have to get up quickly, you're going to be late for class. The first class is Professor Pamela's class, her temper is not very good."

"Do you know me?"

"I know you are Wei En, should be a relative of that Dean Wei En. The two dolls he gave me temporarily eased the somewhat tight economic situation in our family. If possible, help me say thank you to him... You go to the classroom quickly, I'll go first!"

After speaking, the girl ran away in a hurry. Little Bruce stood in place and thought, is this the benefit of integrating into the crowd? Accompanying with a smiling face every day, flattering, pretending to understand this group of idiots, satisfying their various needs, just for these concerns out of interest needs?

Little Bruce didn't say anything, and returned to the room. After washing up, he almost stepped on the class 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 common magical plants are in magic, and how you should distinguish their characteristics."

"Below, please look at this." Pamela hugged a pot of plants from under the podium. It was the plant with spiral fruits that Little Bruce and the others saw in the small garden behind the greenhouse.

"Spiral grass, the most typical magical plant that will grow in areas with rich 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 mages using these three materials wrongly.

After a class ended, everyone else left, but Little Bruce pulled Barry and Harley and said: "We have to ask this professor about that tree demon."

Just as he said this, Pamela walked past their side, obviously intending to leave along the corridor, and Little Bruce was still explaining to the other two: "No matter what purpose the professors set up all this, we have to break in and see. 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 have met someone, and her footsteps paused.

The three children rushed into the nearest classroom with consistent movements, and then poked their heads out to listen carefully to the conversation coming from the end of the corridor. ===== CHAPTER 1661 =====