Chapter 1691: Bruce Wayne and the Magic Stone (Part 6)_2

It's only to say, these people often don't get respect in the real world, so they fantasize that the day they succeed, they can act recklessly, trampling all others under their feet. When a higher-class person with this personality actually emerges, they see the idealized version of themselves, so they loudly praise, even go to great lengths to chase after them.

The people who choose Wayne College, although there are plenty of hardworking managers, many characterize themselves as social experts. These people advocate shortcuts, thinking that controlling the people who control resources equates to controlling the resources themselves. They see connections as more important than anything else, then referred to as opportunists.

Among these people, the followers who are most likely to show the above symptoms. Sure enough, three followers trailed after Little Bruce. All older than him, but after meeting only briefly, they practically worshipped him blindly.

The food here is so greasy it makes me sick." Little Bruce lowered his head and examined the skin of the chicken leg that he picked out, speaking in disgust. "That annoying butler never made food this bad. The chef here should be dragged out and shot."

"And this room, although large, but empty and messy, the decoration is absolutely tasteless. And this ugly uniform, I am supposed to wear it for over ten hours a day, how is that possible??"

Barry threw his fork onto the plate, making a "clang" sound. Suddenly, all the freshmen eating around stopped in their tracks. Some people's forks were still in their mouths, and they immediately widened their eyes toward the source of the noise.

"I warn you, Little Bruce Wayne, wearing a school uniform is a strict rule. To this day, our college has never had a violator who did not wear a school uniform. This is our honor. If you dare to destroy this honor, it's a disgrace to all of us."

"You people still have face to lose, almost making me die laughing." Little Bruce also put down his cutlery, crossed his arms and said, "Is it fun to be led around like a flock of guinea fowl? Oh, God, why do I ask such a stupid question, aren't you always like this?!"

"No individual opinions, echoing what others say, shouting along whatever others say, the stuff in your head is greasier than this dish!"

Barry took a deep breath, clenched his fists, but eventually let go of his hand. He looked at Bruce with the fiercest and coldest expression he could muster, and said, "I don't care what you say verbally, but if you dare to violate school rules in your actions, I will definitely put you in confinement. It doesn't matter how many followers you have."

"Well, I'm going to change out of this uniform, and then take a stroll in the big garden. What are you going to do?" Little Bruce gritted his teeth at Barry, revealing a malicious smile. He said, "You and that damn butler are equally annoying. You continue to stay here and fill your greasy brains with this greasy food. Goodbye!"

When he finished speaking, Little Bruce jumped off the chair, landed on the flow of magic, and before he walked out of the church gate, he had taken off the jacket of his uniform and put it on his head. But under the jacket, he hadn't worn the inner lining of the school uniform at all, but the shirt he had worn inside his suit before.

"He's going to be punished, and we probably won't escape it either." Kane sighed, pursing his lips, and said, looking at the silhouette of Little Bruce who was leaving, "The record kept up to today is still broken. I hope the professor won't be angry."

"He may not necessarily be angry." Harley cut a piece of bread and put it in her mouth, saying as she ate, "He could even tolerate the big Bruce Wayne. What's wrong with this one?""

"What do you mean?" Kane asked curiously. He was struggling to cut a shrimp on his plate with a knife and fork, while he leaned his head over and asked Harley. He knew that Harley knew Shiller in reality, so he also wanted to know what kind of person this professor was in private.

Before he came to school, his parents had told him to get along well with this professor. Even if he couldn't please him, he must not offend him. But half of the people only heard rumours about this professor, and they didn't know the details. When he encountered someone who knew, how could he not ask carefully?

Miss Spencer and the people from the Lawrence family next to her perked up their ears. Harley seemed very happy with this unexpected attention. She smiled proudly and said, "You don't know how this professor and his outstanding graduate, Bruce Wayne have gotten along these years, oh, not just four years, so far it's been six years."

"Tell us, we're curious."

On the other side, Little Bruce, who had stormed out of the cafeteria, traced his way back to the dormitory entrance wearing his uniform jacket. As soon as he climbed up the first flight of steps, no raindrops could reach him. Thus, he crumpled that uniform jacket in a fit of rage and threw it on the ground. His follower wearing glasses that made him look very refined, quickly picked it up, quickly caught up with him, and then said, "Mr. Wayne, we only have one set of uniforms. It is not replaceable if lost. You had better..."

"Who wants to wear such stupid and ugly clothes?" As Little Bruce briskly walked ahead, he glanced back in disgust and then said, "Don't let me hear you say such stupid things again, or you'll be out!"

"But the school rules..."

"What school rules? If I didn't hear about them, they don't exist!"

"Ok, but..." Another person from behind walked up and said, "There is a rule that you definitely need to hear. The second room at the end of the fourth floor of the main castle is very dangerous. You must never go there. If something happens to you, Mr. Old Wayne would be very grieved."

Originally, this was just the routine of these followers to flatter. On the one hand, they showed concern for Little Bruce's safety, on the other hand, they referred to Dean Wayne as Old Wayne, making it seem like Little Bruce was more important. This was an all-too-smooth move used by these opportunists.

But unexpectedly, Little Bruce really did stop in his tracks. His sapphire-like eyes spun around, and he turned back in interest and asked, "Dangerous? What's the danger?"

"I don't know. But according to a senior who cleans the fourth floor, there seems to be some very dangerous stuff stored there. I heard it's the energy core for the magical defense network that is currently under construction."

"Energy core? What is that?"

"I heard... It's a very powerful Magic Stone!"