Chapter 759

It was another somewhat gloomy morning. The cold wind blew across the soft skirt, making Tracy Gode appear even more out of place in the enrollment queue, because she was the only one wearing a skirt here.

There were quite a few girls who came to sign up, but most of them wore thick pants and windbreakers, and many wore wind-resistant scarves and hats.

Tracy Gode was different from them. She wore a white shirt with lace patterns and a woolen long skirt on the outside. Although she wore thick wool socks on her feet, the leather shoes still exposed her insteps.

It can be said that in Cat Getan's cold spring, daring to go out in such an outfit requires great courage, because not only do you have to endure the cold, but you also have to accept the eyes of others looking at a fool.

Cat Getan citizens won't restrain their disdainful eyes just because you look very rich. In the eyes of Cat Getan citizens, fools are equal.

Tracy glared fiercely at a girl next to her, just because that girl looked at the skirt she was wearing more than once. Tracy thought she must be jealous of her, jealous that her skirt was the latest fabric of the year, and the color separation and broken flowers on it were all carefully selected by her.

This was Tracy's proudest skirt, and even Mrs. Gode said that after she put on this skirt, she could go to Hollywood to play the female lead.

Tracy raised her face high, revealing a round chin, which was also one of the facial features she was proud of, making her facial contours appear very soft and closer to the virtuous wife and good mother in the traditional image.

Tracy narrowed her eyes and glanced around at the girls, finding that they either had pointed chins or chins wide enough to plow the ground. Only she possessed such perfect jaw bone structure. This was because she had spent a high price to correct her teeth since she was a child. These poor people in the slums wouldn't understand.

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

"Damn it, how long do I have to wait here? Why isn't there a special person to pick me up to the VIP room? Why do I have to stay with this group of poor ghosts who emit a foul smell??" Tracy gritted her teeth, stomped her feet, and said with great dissatisfaction.

Suddenly, she saw a car drive into the main gate of the school. From the license plate, it should be the Wei En family's car.

Tracy immediately widened her eyes, bumped into the people next to her, and wanted to run over. But just at this moment, a person came out of the guard post at the side gate and shouted at them, "Stand well! Stand in line according to the class division on the registration form, and then enter one by one!"

Tracy turned her head and glared fiercely at that person, gritted her teeth, stood in place, stomped her feet. Compared to chasing Bruce Wei En, she now wanted to find a warm place to stay quickly.

The 150-plus freshmen at the door were lined up 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. And Tracy was assigned to Class 3.

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

However, the people invited didn't include Mrs. Gode, and the enrollment form didn't say which class taught what. Mrs. Gode also thought that the preparatory class was just painting something together, just like those art salons, so she didn't care which class Tracy was assigned to.

When Tracy discovered that there were very few girls in this class, she felt that something was wrong, because if it were an art salon, shouldn't there be more girls?

More than half of the girls were in the Class 2 queue on her right. Most female members would choose to learn knowledge related to cold storage because the things taught in this class have relatively light physical labor, while knowledge and technology account for a large proportion, and there are many 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 were all those who had already explored some experience in practice. The same was true for those learning car repair. Either their elders worked in car repair shops, and they were influenced by what they saw and heard, and already knew some basics, or they were truck drivers themselves and knew more about vehicles.

And Tracy, she didn't know anything. Not to mention distinguishing truck parts 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 to the indoor area. When she walked in, she saw a professor wearing a black suit sitting behind an office desk, with a black umbrella on his hand.

Tracy breathed a sigh of relief, tidied up the folds on her shirt, sat on the chair opposite Schiller with a very ladylike posture, and opened her mouth in a fine voice, "Hello, Professor, my name is Tracy Gode, a freshman in the Cat Getan University preparatory class. The weather today is not very good, right?"

"Yes, Miss Gode." Schiller didn't look up, but registered her information, and then continued, "Miss Gode, your dormitory is assigned to 4012 on the 4th floor. You have a roommate, should be called... let me see, called Sharon, Sharon Witt."

"Oh, no! I don't live in the dormitory, I don't like living with others!" Tracy shook her head and said, "Tonight, our family's car will come to pick me up..."

At this time, Schiller looked at her and said, "Didn't it say so in the enrollment brochure? The school doesn't allow commuting; you must live in the dormitory."

Tracy widened her eyes and said, "How can this be? How could I live in that kind of house that leaks wind on all four sides? That will make me catch a cold! And, I have a roommate, I won't live in a house with smelly people!"

Schiller knew that Tracy was a wealthy young lady, so he didn't produce any anger at her remarks. After all, a delicate young lady raised by a church girls' school certainly couldn't adapt to collective life. It was normal to feel awkward at first, so Schiller opened his mouth:

"This teaching building was built with funds from the Luthor family. You shouldn't want to say that the Luthor family built a building that leaks wind on all four sides, right?"

Tracy covered her mouth with her hand and said, "Oh, sorry, I didn't know... but how could the Luthor family invest in a teaching building?"

"Because the current head of the Luthor family, Lex Luthor, is studying as a freshman here... oh, right, if you enroll now, you are in the same grade as him. Maybe you can see him at school."

Tracy's eyes turned, nodded, and said, "Okay, then who will make the bed for me? Where should I take a bath? And, I don't want the bathroom to have any smell..."

"You have to make the bed yourself. For bathing, go to the independent bathroom in the Cat Getan University dormitory building. 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, take this paper and report to the dormitory. The first class will start at nine o'clock. I hope you won't be late."

Schiller handed the paper in his hand to Tracy. Tracy still had something to ask, but the people behind had long been impatient. Tracy turned her head and found that the person standing behind her was a big man with tattoos all over his body, looking like he wasn't easy to mess with.

Tracy knew she didn't bring a bodyguard, so she could only grit her teeth, stomp her feet, and leave with her small suitcase.

Arriving at that only teaching building and dormitory building, Tracy was even more desperate. She didn't know she had to live on campus, so she only took the simplest luggage. Half of the suitcase was books, and the other part was collectibles used to show off her taste.

Later, she had to go to a public phone, call her mother, and ask her to send her luggage over. And now, the biggest problem she faced was how to move the luggage upstairs.

Her dormitory was on the fourth floor, but there was no butler to carry the suitcase for her. Every student who came to school had a lot of luggage and couldn't spare a hand to help her. Tracy could only grit her teeth and move it layer by layer.

Tracy had never done sports before. The most intense exercise she did was playing polo or taking a walk in the park. Moving a suitcase to the fourth floor had almost cost her half her life.

Arriving at the dormitory, she was even more desperate, because the dormitory here was only temporary, converted from a classroom. A classroom wasn't big, with two beds placed, without any cover, without an independent bathroom, without a bathroom. In the room, besides the bed, there was only a table and two chairs. Even the curtains didn't have time to be installed.

Tracy finally moved the suitcase into the dormitory. Just as she wanted to sit on the bed to rest, she found that this bed was simply harder than the floor of their house. She felt that she was being bruised and painful.

She couldn't sit, so Tracy could only stand up. But after a while, her roommate came in, and it became even more cramped here.

Tracy didn't want to talk to this girl who looked like she was from the slums at all. She glared at her fiercely, hugged her arms, and walked out, planning to take advantage of this time to find Bruce's figure.

There was still more than an hour before class. Tracy wandered around Cat Getan University. She found the university activity room, the cafeteria, and the gym. She felt that it was easiest to meet Bruce in these few places. But in fact, Bruce had already been writing papers in the library for three hours.

Finding nothing, Tracy felt very frustrated. Seeing that the time was almost up, she walked back slowly, thinking that being a few minutes late wasn't a big deal.

Until 9:16, she finally arrived at the classroom. But at this time, the classroom was already full, and the teacher had already started lecturing.

Tracy walked in swaggeringly, found an empty seat, and sat down. The teacher lecturing on the stage didn't say anything, but the teacher listening to the lecture in the back tapped the table with a pen.

Instantly, the classroom quieted down. Tracy turned her eyes left and right, finding that everyone was staring at her. She coughed lightly, turned her head to one side, not wanting to talk to them. But at this moment, she heard a voice coming from the seat behind:

"Miss Tracy, you are late."

Tracy widened her eyes, turned around to look at Schiller, and said, "Oh, I'm very sorry, I was just busy praying and forgot the time."

Tracy knew that this trick was very useful. When she was in church middle school, as long as she said she went to pray, she could escape everything she didn't like. The teacher wouldn't do anything to her either.

Who knew, Schiller stood up, pointed to the door with his finger, and said, "Lying is not a good habit. God didn't receive your prayer. Now, go out and stand. If you are late again, you will be expelled."

Tracy widened her eyes and stared dead at Schiller, seemingly unable to believe what she had just heard. But Schiller didn't mean to joke at all. He just pointed to the door, and everyone was staring at Tracy.

Tracy, who had never seen such a battle, was red in the face, and tears were swirling in her eyes. She stomped her feet and then ran out in a slip.

Tracy didn't stand in the hallway to be punished, but ran directly to the public phone she had seen before, planning to call her mother to complain about how rude this professor was.

Mrs. Gode comforted her daughter, but asked her to endure it. After all, her task was to attract Bruce Wei En's attention. Before finding this big tycoon, she couldn't give up.

After Tracy hung up the phone, she cried in anger, leaning against the corner of the wall and sobbing non-stop. But at this moment, she heard a series of footsteps coming from the stairwell next to her.

Tracy turned her head and saw Bruce Wei En's face.