Chapter 760

A beautiful girl crying, a handsome gentleman passing by—this encounter, which seemed like a fairy tale, was something even Tracy hadn't expected. But she reacted quickly; this was the best opportunity.

She immediately covered her mouth with a handkerchief, looked up at Bruce, and then continued to cry sadly.

In Tracy's expectation, Bruce should walk up very gentlemanly and ask her what was wrong, and Tracy could take the opportunity to say what she had just encountered.

The first part went very smoothly. Bruce did walk over, looked her up and down, and then asked, "What's wrong with you?"

"I... I..." Tracy kept sobbing and said intermittently, "I was just late for a while, that professor... he actually forced me to go out and stand! I'm a freshman who just came to report today, I don't even know when the class starts..."

"Oh, are you a student in the preparatory class?" Bruce looked at her again, seemingly a bit disbelieving. He asked, "Someone forced you to go out and stand, who is it?"

Tracy was secretly happy. In her ears, Bruce's tone was to vent her anger. She immediately said, "It was the professor who received the freshmen before. I saw the signature on that application form... called Schiller, Schiller Rodriguez..."

"I have something to do, I'm leaving first."

In an instant when Tracy hadn't reacted at all, Bruce's figure disappeared, leaving her alone, frozen there like a sculpture about to crack.

After a long time, Tracy reacted. She slammed the wall with her hand, but it hurt herself and she screamed. Tracy gritted her teeth and chased in the direction Bruce had walked.

Chasing to the library, Tracy couldn't get in, because the library needed a Cat Getan University student ID, and the student IDs for preparatory students hadn't been printed yet. They couldn't enter the library now.

Tracy took a deep breath. She stood in the cold wind outside the library, her teeth chattering non-stop. She thought, how long can a playboy like Bruce pretend to be in the library? As long as she waits at the entrance of the library, at most ten minutes, he will definitely come out.

This wait was four hours.

Tracy was already frozen stiff, but Bruce was still focused on studying, not even raising his head.

Finally, it was lunchtime. Bruce put down his book and planned to go eat, only to see Tracy shivering at the door.

But he just glanced at her and walked away immediately. Tracy chased after him and said a bit slurred, "Mr. Wei En, please wait a moment. I don't know where the cafeteria is. Can you take me there?"

This was the encounter scene she had designed. Generally speaking, any boy wouldn't refuse a beautiful girl asking for directions. Furthermore, she had just cried, so she must be pitiful now.

Perhaps Tracy didn't have much experience with this kind of situation. In Bruce's eyes, what he saw was a female lunatic whose hair had been blown into a chicken coop, whose face was frozen red, whose lips were white, and whose snot had flowed to her lips.

Not to mention that he was now focused on studying, even if he met such a woman on the road usually, he might send the other party to a mental hospital.

Bruce didn't speak and walked straight forward, treating Tracy as if she didn't exist. But Tracy followed behind him, and Bruce didn't stop her either.

He was already very used to being chased by various women. As long as he didn't react to them, after a while, they would retreat.

After all, for these social butterflies, face is the most important thing. If you chase someone and end up gray-faced, even if this person is Bruce Wei En, her reputation in the circle will definitely fall very badly.

Arriving at the cafeteria, Bruce walked in directly, but Tracy finally saw her current appearance in the reflection of the glass.

She grabbed her hair like a madman, let out a scream, and then ran quickly into the bushes next to her.

After a while, Tracy finally tidied up her image, but there was no shadow of Bruce in the cafeteria long ago.

Bruce, who was anxious to go back to write his paper, only spent ten minutes eating and had already sat back in his seat in the library.

Tracy was cold and hungry, but unwilling to give up. She rolled her eyes, entered the cafeteria, used the techniques she had prepared before, chatted up an ordinary male student, and got a student ID from him.

Falsely claiming that this male student was her boyfriend, Tracy successfully mixed into the library and sat opposite Bruce.

Bruce wrote his paper without looking up, Tracy kept looking for topics, coughed while covering her chest, walked over to pour water for Bruce, and during the time of pouring water, touched his arm with her elbow and kicked the crossbeam of the table with her toes under the table.

Perhaps most people have experienced that when you are focused on doing something, your five senses become very sensitive. Any disturbance can interrupt your train of thought. And Tracy was almost dancing in front of Bruce. Finally, Bruce couldn't bear it anymore.

"Can you please leave?" Bruce looked up at Tracy and said, "I have no interest in you at all. You are not within my aesthetic and mate selection range. Please disappear from in front of me."

To save time, Bruce used the most concise words to explain the current situation, but for Tracy, this was the most terrible humiliation.

She froze in place, and then let out a scream. At this time, the librarian walked over and said, "No loud noise is allowed in the library. Miss, what's wrong with you?"

Tracy pointed at Bruce and said, "This bastard! Damn, unreasonable lecher and hooligan!

!"

The experience of growing up in church middle school made her vocabulary for scolding people very poor. And due to the lack of education, Tracy's speech lacked logic and blindly output emotions, looking like a lunatic.

The librarian repeated again, "Please leave here, Miss. You are interfering with the normal order of the library."

"I won't leave! You are in the same gang as him, you bunch of bastards!

Suddenly, Tracy seemed to be choked, staying in place, because she saw a pitch-black muzzle appearing in front of her.

The librarian pointed a long-barreled shotgun at Tracy's head, then gently swung the barrel, using his eyes to signal her to leave.

In Tracy's whole life, she had never been so close to a muzzle. That instinctive fear drowned her in an instant.

The overly comfortable growth environment made her forget that this was Cat Getan, the most dangerous city in the United States and even the world. Almost everyone here was a heinous criminal, including these ordinary people engaged in the most ordinary professions.

Tracy ran out of the library in a panic, completely losing that noble and elegant image. Her hair was completely scattered, her hair accessories didn't know where they fell, and her face was full of tears and snot, looking very miserable.

But all this was just a beginning, and more terrifying things were yet to come.

Tracy returned to the teaching building of the vocational college, and then saw the teacher leading the students of Class 3 to do practical operations.

Today, they were teaching the most basic technology, which was how to change truck tires. Although this technology was simple, it was the most practical. If you learned this trick, at least you could earn some pocket money from truck drivers.

Everyone's enthusiasm for learning was very high, including those few girls. Even if the truck tires were almost taller than them, they were in groups of three or five. One person held a wrench, and the others transported the tires to the back of the car, and then rolled new tires to replace them.

Tracy stood blankly beside the field. And at this time, Schiller walked over. He pointed at Tracy with his umbrella and said, "What's wrong with you? Why are you still standing there? Have you cried enough? If you've cried enough, hurry up and go to class."

Schiller appeared exceptionally patient, not because Tracy was how likable, but because her background was very special. Wealthy young ladies always need an adaptation process, which is understandable.

Tracy kept standing in place and crying. Schiller could only say, "This afternoon, you have already missed two classes. If you continue like this, I can only find your mother to talk and see if you still have the necessity to stay..."

"No... no!" Tracy denied it immediately. She said, "You can't find my mother, she will be very angry!"

Tracy swallowed, and could only walk slowly toward the nearest big truck.

However, no one was willing to take her. Anyone with eyes could see that not to mention twisting screws or moving tires, Tracy probably couldn't even hold a wrench.

Finally, the teacher came over to mediate, letting the two strongest boys and one girl be in a group with Tracy, and she only needed to be responsible for collecting screws.

Tracy, with scattered hair, squatted on the ground and picked up screws, crying while picking them up. But even if she was crying, she still had to pick them up.

After all, her teammates were all the strongest freshmen, and in Cat Getan, strong means having a seat in the gang, so the image definitely wouldn't be very friendly.

Among the two boys, one had a whole flower arm, the other had half a flower arm and half a flower back. The black girl had braided hair, a ring under her lower lip, and four or five nails on her ears. She used black slang to scold another black person in the next team, and the sound resounded through the playground.

The black girl waved the wrench, and with two or three strokes, she could twist off a huge screw. Looking at the muscles on her arm, Tracy swallowed silently and swallowed the complaints that reached her mouth.

She had heard many legends about the slums: gang shootouts killing dozens of people, corpses couldn't be piled up, serial killers specializing in murdering women, runaway couples, one person dismembering the other...

In her blurred consciousness, these tragedies played continuously in Tracy's brain, making her unable to tell whether she was trembling because of the cold or because of fear.

In order to get rid of this emotion, she could only find something to do to divert her attention. And now, she could only pick up the screws on the ground.

Even if this screw wasn't heavy and this work had no technical content, after squatting on the ground for more than three hours, Tracy was almost exhausted to the point of breaking her breath.

After returning to the dormitory, she had completely forgotten about bathing or soaking in a bath, and just wanted to fall asleep.

In the snoring of her roommate, Tracy lay on her bed with a desperate mood, and her eyes went dark.