I'm going to have a fight with Superman

Chapter 20 The little nun in the nunnery

In Gotham High School, under the ginkgo tree by the road, the golden leaves are flying down, like the seeds sown by the autumn sun.

"Harry, don't worry, I won't abandon you." Jessica said emotionally, holding Harry's hand.

Harry pulled back his hand and pouted, "Don't be so nauseous, this is a school, a public place."

Jessica tucked her long curly hair behind her ears, revealing a large but smooth forehead, and asked curiously, "My classmates are pointing at you, it really doesn't affect you at all? You used to be a famous smile queen, the first on campus. An influential figure, now."

"It's just a change of 'home' now. My essence, my future, will never change - brilliance, splendor, dazzling, endless money and honor, making everyone envious, envious and hateful." Harley believes.

Jessica nodded approvingly, "I am completely relieved to hear you say that."

Look at the big stars in the NBA, not to mention drug addiction, alcoholism, gambling, and match-fixing. Many of them directly have a black state background, and still have a good time in the league?

Harley doesn't have any major flaws. Even though she played match-fixing with her dad, how old was she then?Of course the blame rests on the adult Andy, the teenage "girls" are just innocent victims.

Therefore, even if this bad thing happened one after another, Jessica never thought about breaking the contract with Harley.

"Hey, Harry!!" Helen ran from the teaching building like a cheerful deer.

"Jessica, you are waiting for me at the school gate." Harry arranged and trotted to meet Helen.

The two didn't hug, but held hands and looked at each other when they got close.

Helen said excitedly: "I haven't seen you for more than half a month. I'm worried to death. Are you really going to leave Gotham High School? Why don't I transfer schools too."

"What's there to worry about? Don't we call every day? As for transferring schools."

Harry smiled wryly and shook his head, "The St. John's Abbey I'm going to has an obligation to teach the 'orphans'. I can't get out, and you can't get in either."

Helen thought for a while and asked, "Where is St. John's Abbey?"

"Just across the street from Jersey City, not more than fifty kilometers from Manhattan."

Helen shouted, "Fifty kilometers? That must be far away from the city, and there is no public phone, what should we do?"

"The monastery's phone may not be able to be called every day, but it should be fine every now and then, and we can write letters!" Harley comforted.

"Well, it would be nice if my brother wasn't single and he could adopt you." Helen sighed.

"Then I can't call you Aunt?" Harry's expression was weird, it seemed very exciting?
"Harry, you have to remember, if there are good men and women who go to the convent to visit children, you have to be good, don't be too mature, mature and unfamiliar!
The sooner you get adopted, the sooner you can at least regain your social freedom. "Helen urged seriously.

"It depends." Harry replied vaguely.

If the environment of "St. John's Orphanage" is good, she can feel at ease as an orphan.

Staff at Gotham Children's said they considered Harley's athlete status, and the convent has relatively good educational resources and would not interfere with her outings to compete.

"Hey, Halle, I heard that you're going to the orphanage, will I never see you again?" A group of girls greeted Halle with a smile across the distance.

With a natural expression, Halle looked at them generously, and said in a relaxed tone, "Don't worry, my fans, you will see me often in various news media in the future.

Or, buy a copy of "New World" when you think about me, reading science fiction magazines can at least replenish your brain. "

"Hey, Harry, we will really miss you." Chest Ba Dotti sighed.

"Harry, I believe that no matter where you go, you will be a smile queen." The expression on the blonde Serena's face was sincere.

"Harry, I will sell you on the Upper East Side, and I will help you find a rich and kind parent so you can go back to school soon!" Emma also looked sincere.

Harry's mouth twitched, "You keep it for yourself."

"Harry, your daddy is really awesome!" Thomas the yellow gave a thumbs up, "With his own power, he changed the whole Gotham.

By the way, have you ever met Bruce, are you like Romeo and Juliet, who continue to bond despite family hatred, or have you fought? "

Harry gave him the middle finger.

In fact, these people are already friendly, no matter whether they are true or false, at least they greeted her with an equal attitude, but more classmates are indifferent.

They didn't look at her with hatred or hatred, just a strange alienation.

After taking her belongings back from the locker, Harry vaguely understood.

If the Waynes are the king and queen of Gotham, the student at this high school with an interest in the Wayne Group is Xungui.

The nobles did not necessarily like the king and queen, but they were used to and accepted their rule, and then subconsciously rejected and rejected the king's enemies.

The most intuitive example is that during the half month that Wayne and his wife died, Wayne Group's stock continued to fall, and even suffered short selling by some giants.
Can the students in the school who depend on the Wayne Group for their meals exclude Harley?
Harry herself was okay, turning a blind eye to this cold violence, and Helen next to her was a little shy.

It seems that their rejection of her was transferred to Helen after she was sure to leave?
Harry was a little worried, "Helen, go back to the classroom, I'll go see Mrs. White myself."

Helen hesitated for a moment, looked up at the expressions of the others, and shivered slightly.

"Then I'll go first." She lowered her head and whispered, then trotted away.

After leaving the city, the car entered a quiet and deep forest path. The road was narrow and curved, passing through low hillsides and gurgling streams, and winding around in the pine, cypress and birch forests.

Of course, it is not uninhabited here, and from time to time you can encounter cars passing by.

About 20 minutes later, some old but very clean Volvos stopped in front of a huge estate.

Two large iron gates merged into a circular arc, and the turquoise marble wall is covered with moss and vines.

Harry got out of the car with the bag in hand, looking around blankly.

On the edge of the wrought iron railing door, a weather-resistant bronze plaque is pasted on the wall, with three lines written on it, from top to bottom: "Saint Advent Crusaders", "St. St John's Children's Home".

Seeing that Harry's eyes fell on the bronze medal, the staff of the Gotham Children's Care Center who accompanied him explained with a smile: "This manor was built by a church organization called 'The Crusaders of the Holy Land', which is almost the same as that of the United States. as long as history.

In the early days, it was just a simple monastery, training monks and nuns for the church, and was also a place for nuns and monks to practice.

After World War II, it has the function of an orphanage.Half a century later, adopting orphans has become the main business. "

"Squeak--" The small door beside the big iron gate opened, and an old man in a dark cashmere coat with a cross hanging on his chest walked out.

"Mr. Liszt, you are finally here." The old man drew a cross on his chest and said with a smile, "Harry, your name is Harley Quinn? May the Lord bless you, I am Brother Raymond, and your Latin language teacher."

"Hello, Brother Raymond, I'm Harley Quinn." Harley was very well behaved.

The manor faces south and enters the gate. It is a wide concrete road. On the west side of the road is a huge lawn, which is divided into two football fields, where a group of children are playing. On the east side of the road is a small forest of mixed peach and loquat trees. , there are students reading books on park benches in the woods.

Many children have seen Harley and several others, but this kind of scene is too common in orphanages. They come and go, they have long been used to it, just glanced and continued their activities.

It was at the gate of the sanctuary that Harry encountered a strange guard with a hound on a leash.

Wearing a studded leather jacket, the tower-like body made Harry feel a sense of oppression, especially when his remaining one eye swept across his face and chest and waist, it seemed to carry a faint malice.

It was very uncomfortable, as if I was stripped naked in an instant.

She looked at him again, and there was sharpness and ferocity in his eyes, but not the slightest bit of wretchedness.

Is it an illusion?
but.
Finding Harry's gaze turned to the one-eyed guard, Teacher Raymond explained with a smile: "This is Mr. Hercules, Captain of the Abbey Guard, a retired Marine officer.

Don't look at his fierce appearance, in fact, he is an important guarantee for the safety of our manor. "

Captain Hercules nodded to Harry with a flat expression, then led the hound away.

The main building of the manor is at the end of the road, much like the Western-style classical buildings in Harry Potter.The main building is connected with several subsidiary buildings, forming a huge "mouth" character.

Old and huge, it was Harry's first impression.

The front is the cathedral for worship, and they enter the left annex through the small door on the side.

The corridor is paved with blue and white plaid tiles with large faces.

Very outdated style.

The corridor is deep and the lighting is very poor. Even in the daytime, there are still light bulbs on the walls on both sides, which still looks a little dim.

Along the way, Harry saw many adults, both men and women, young and old, some in nuns, monks' robes, and some in plain casual clothes.

Everyone wears a cross.

Brother Raymond first took Halle and Liszt to the Dean's Office on the second floor.

The dean is a short and thin old woman, about 60 years old, wearing reading glasses, with sunken cheeks and high cheekbones, she looks very stern.

"Mother Teresa, this is Harley Quinn from Gotham."

"Hello, Mother Teresa." Harry took the initiative to say hello.

The old cultivator nodded, looking at Harry up and down.

The room was quiet for about 2 minutes.

Then she said slowly: "I know about you, I only have one request for you, keep yourselves safe, and don't bring Gotham's bad habits to this sacred place."

This is a bad guy!
Harry immediately made a judgment in his heart.

Liszt raised his eyebrows, handed an envelope to the nun's table, and smiled: "Mother Teresa, this is a letter from Mrs. White, the principal of Gotham City High School, which contains her detailed analysis and evaluation of Harry. ."

Mother Teresa glanced at the envelope, but didn't open it immediately, "Teacher Raymond, take Harry down to settle it down."

Harry followed Raymond away, but Liszt stayed there.

When I came to the outdoor corridor, I vaguely heard him say: "Harry is a very talented athlete, her future cannot be delayed, and we hope that the monastery can provide her with a special set."

(End of this chapter)