I want to have a date with Superman

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

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

Harry withdrew his hand and curled his lips and said, "Don't be so disgusting. This is a school and a public place."

Jessica pushed the long curly hair behind her ears, revealing her broad but smooth forehead, and asked curiously: "The pointing fingers from your classmates really didn't affect you at all? You were once a famous smile queen, the number one on campus. A man of the hour, now.”

"Now I just changed my 'home'. My essence and my future will never change - brilliance, brilliance, dazzling, endless money and honor, making everyone envious, jealous and hateful." Harley said confidently.

Jessica nodded approvingly, "When you say that, I feel completely relieved."

Look at the big stars in the NBA. Not to mention drug abuse, alcoholism, gambling, and match-fixing, many of them have direct backgrounds in black countries, and yet they still thrive in the league?

Harley herself doesn't have any big flaws. Even though she once cooperated with her father to play match-fixing, how old was she then? Of course, the responsibility lies with the adult Andy, and the teenage "girl" is just an innocent victim.

Therefore, even if such bad things happened one after another, Jessica never thought about terminating her contract with Halle.

"Hi, Harley!!" Helen ran over from the teaching building like a cheerful deer.

"Jessica, wait for me at the school gate." Harley arranged and trotted towards Helen.

The two did not hug each other, but held hands and looked at each other once they got closer.

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

"There's nothing to worry about. Don't we call each other every day? As for changing schools."

Harry smiled bitterly and shook his head, "The St. John's Monastery I am going to has the obligation to teach 'orphans'. I can't get out, and you can't get in."

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

"It's 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. There are no public phones, what should we do?"

"Maybe we can't call the convent's phone every day, but every now and then it should be fine. Besides, we can write letters!" Harry comforted.

"Oh, it would be great if my brother wasn't single. He could adopt you." Helen sighed.

"Then I can't call you aunt?" Harley's expression was strange, and she seemed very excited?

"Harry, you have to remember that if there are good men and women who go to the monastery to visit the children, you have to be good and don't act too mature. Maturity is not enough!

The sooner you get adopted, the sooner you can at least regain your social freedom. "Helen advised seriously.

"It depends." Harley responded vaguely.

If the environment of "St. John's Orphanage" was good, she would be an orphan with peace of mind.

The staff at the Gotham Children's Care Center said that they had considered Harley's status as an athlete, and that the abbey had relatively good educational resources and would not interfere with her going out to compete.

"Hey, Harley, I heard that you are going to the orphanage. Will I never see you again?" A group of girls smiled and greeted Harley from a distance.

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

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

"Oh, Harley, we will really miss you." Dotty, the breast bully, sighed.

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

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

The corner of Harley's mouth twitched, "You can keep it for yourself."

"Harry, your dad is really awesome!" Thomas the Yellow Hair gave a thumbs up, "He has changed the entire Gotham alone.

By the way, have you ever met Bruce, are you two like Romeo and Juliet, continuing to have a heart-to-heart despite family feuds, or have you ever had a fight? "

Harley gave him the middle finger.

In fact, these people were already considered friendly. Regardless of whether they were genuine or not, they at least greeted her with an equal attitude. However, most of her classmates were indifferent to her.

There was no hatred or hatred in their eyes when they looked at her, just a strange alienation.

After getting her belongings back from the locker, Harley vaguely figured it out.

If the Waynes were the king and queen of Gotham, the students at this high school who had a stake in the Wayne Corporation would be the nobles.

The nobles may not necessarily like the king and queen, but they are accustomed to and accept their rule, and then subconsciously reject and reject the king's enemies.

The most intuitive example is that for more than half a month after the death of the Wayne couple, the shares of Wayne Group continued to fall, and even encountered short selling by some giants.

Can the students in the school who rely on the Wayne Group not reject Harley?

Harley herself was okay and turned a blind eye to this cold violence, but Helen next to her seemed to be carrying a light on her back.

It seemed that their rejection of her was transferred to Helen after she decided to leave?

Harley was a little worried, "Helen, please 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 trembled slightly.

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

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

Of course, this place is not deserted, and you can encounter cars passing by from time to time.

About 20 minutes later, a somewhat old but very clean Volvo parked in front of a huge manor.

Two large iron doors merged into an arc, and the blue-gray marble wall was covered with moss and vines.

Harley walked out of the car with her bag in hand and looked around blankly.

Beside the wrought iron railing door, a weather-resistant bronze plaque was affixed to the wall, with three lines written on it, from top to bottom: "Holy Advent Crusaders", "St. John's Monastery", "Jersey City" St John's Children's Home".

Seeing that Harley's eyes were on the bronze medal, the staff from the Gotham Children's Care Center who came with them explained with a smile: "This manor was built by a church organization called the Holy Advent Crusade, which is almost the same as the American one." The history is as long.

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

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

"Squeak -" The small door next to the big iron door opened, and an old man wearing a dark cashmere coat and a cross hanging on his chest came out.

"Mr. Lister, you are finally here." The old man crossed himself on his chest and said with a smile: "Harley, your name is Harley Quinn? May the Lord bless you. I am Brother Raymond, and I am also your Latin Language teacher.”

"Hello, Brother Raymond, I am Harley Quinn." Harley behaved very well-behaved.

The manor faces north and south. When entering the gate, there is a wide cement road. To the west of the road is a huge lawn, divided into two football fields, where a group of children are playing. To the east of the road is a small forest of peach trees and loquat trees. , there are students reading on park chairs in the woods.

Many children have seen Harry and the others, but this scene is too common in the orphanage. They have long been accustomed to the coming and going. They only glanced at them and continued their activities.

However, at the gate of the church, Harry met a strange guard holding a hound.

Wearing a riveted leather jacket, Harley's tower-like body gave Harley a sense of oppression, especially when his remaining single eye scanned his face, chest and waist, with a faint malice.

It was very uncomfortable, as if my clothes had been stripped off in an instant.

She looked at him carefully and saw that there was sharpness and ferocity in his eyes, but not the slightest bit of vulgarity.

Is it an illusion?

but.

Noticing that Harley's gaze turned to the one-eyed guard, Teacher Raymond smiled and explained: "This is Mr. Hercules, the captain of the monastery guard, a retired Marine Corps officer.

Despite his fierce appearance, he is actually an important guarantee for the safety of our manor. "

Captain Hercules nodded to Harley with a calm expression and walked away with the hound.

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

Ancient and huge, this was Harley's first impression.

On the front is the cathedral for worship. They entered the annex building on the left through the small door on the side.

The corridors are paved with blue and white checkered tiles, and the tiles are as big as human faces.

Very outdated style.

The corridor is deep and the lighting is extremely poor. Even during the day, there are still light bulbs on the walls on both sides, making it still look a bit dim.

Along the way, Harry saw many adults, both men and women, old and young. Some were wearing nuns' or monk's robes, and some were wearing plain casual clothes.

Everyone wears a cross.

Brother Raymond first took Harry and Lister to the dean's office on the second floor.

The dean is a short and thin old woman, about sixty 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." Harley said hello proactively.

The old nun looked calm, nodded, and looked at Harry up and down.

The room was quiet for almost two minutes.

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

This is a difficult person to get along with!

Harley immediately made a judgment in her mind.

Liszt raised his eyebrows, handed an envelope to the nun's desk, and said with a smile: "Mother Theresa, this is a letter to you from Mrs. White, the principal of Gotham City High School. It contains her detailed analysis and evaluation of Harley. .”

Mother Teresa glanced at the envelope but did not open it immediately, "Teacher Raymond, please take Harry down for placement."

Harley followed Raymond and left, but Lister still stayed there.

When we came to the outdoor corridor, we vaguely heard him say: "Hallee is a very talented athlete. Her future cannot be delayed. We hope that the monastery can provide a set specifically for her."