I'm going to have a fight with Superman

Chapter 6 Campus Daily
When I returned to the classroom, most of the biology class had passed.

Harley wasn't in the mood to listen to the class just after getting some bad news from Mrs. White.

"You see, Neanderthals had relatively flat foreheads and large mandibles compared to us Homo sapiens"

Teacher Grace left the podium, holding a gray-white human skull model and showing it back and forth among the classmates.

"Are Neanderthals really extinct? Weren almost looks exactly like this skeleton, he's still stupid and stupid, shouldn't he be a primitive? Hahaha!" The one sitting in the back row of Harry Huang Mao suddenly called out.

Like the other classmates, Harley also subconsciously looked at the big boy named Waylen.

Waylon Jones, sports special admissions, center for the varsity football team, a 1.9-foot-[-] man, like a mountain of meat, sat in the corner of the last row.

"Hahaha" Many people couldn't help but laugh, and the corners of Harry's mouth twitched.

Waylon covered his face with his hands, embarrassed.

Speaking of which, Harley was the first to joke about his appearance.

She nicknamed him "Guo Ge" because the guy really looked like Gu Ge from "Crazy Primitives".

But apart from her, no one else understands the meaning of Guage.

"Thomas Elliott, you are going too far!" Teacher Grace frowned.

"Maybe it's really a genetic awakening? You also said that there are also a small amount of Neanderthal genes in modern humans." Thomas the yellow-haired smiled.

Elliott is also a Gotham family, and Thomas is fully qualified to form a "Gotham F4" with Bruce.

"Ding Ding Ding" When the young biology teacher was speechless, a sudden alarm sounded in the corridor outside the classroom.

"Ah, students, hurry up and hide, it's a terrorist attack!" Teacher Grace screamed, holding the skull mold and drilling under the podium.

Harry hurriedly took out the princess hat decorated with purple orchid from the desk.

After putting on her hat, she pushed away the chair, shrank, and hid under the desk.

This is a special hat made of bulletproof cloth. The wide brim droops down and can cover most of the head.

By this time, the classroom seemed to be empty.The classmates were all squatting under the table, their expressions were not frightened, they were not even nervous, they were just chatting in a low voice.

After a while, the classroom door was pushed open, and the director of the Academic Affairs Office led five school security guards to rush in, holding a cardboard box the size of a keyboard. The surface of the box also had an automatic rifle drawn in the same scale.

"Tut tug tug." The security guard held the cardboard box gun and fired repeatedly.

Then, they left the classroom and went to the next room.

However, the students did not get out from under the table, because the "terrorist attack" was far from over.

"Hi, Harley." Dottie, like a fat worm, wriggled from the other end of the aisle to Harry's side.

"Did Bruce confess to you?" She lowered her voice, her eyes shining, very excited.

Harry hugged her knees and sat on her skirt with her legs together. Hearing this, she was a little surprised, "It spread so quickly?"

Dottie leaned over and squeezed Harry's arm hard with his chest in the small space.

"One is Gotham Prince and the other is sq. I don't think Gotham Gazette should be the headline of tomorrow morning." She exaggerated.

"God, Harry, you defeated all of us, no, you defeated all the girls in Gotham." Dottie's pretty face was a little distorted.

Jealousy is barely concealed.

"It's not a confession, he just asked me to watch the NBA." Harley wanted to play down this matter.

"Don't be funny, the locker is a public place. When you rejected him, there were other people beside him."

Speaking of which, Dottie imitated Harry's tone and said in a tone of voice: "Oh, Bruce, you're a good man—"

"Fake!" Harry pressed Dottie's big chest and pushed hard, "I don't want to discuss this topic now."

The original ecology does not contain silicone, and it feels very good.

"Yeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeer

Harry continued to push the ball. "He's there, look at him."

"The people are there, the heart is here," Dottie tapped Harry's chest, "Tell me, what does it feel like to be confessed by Bruce?
Also, how can I please him?

I made a private agreement with Serena and the others, who can get Bruce's first."

The two girls here were playing a game of push ball. On the other side, Thomas Huang Mao also climbed up to the young master and said with a smile, "I thought you couldn't do it, but I didn't expect you to have a good eye. It's a pity that you chose the best one."

"I don't want to talk to you about this." The young master said lightly.

"Don't be so indifferent, we are friends since childhood." Huang Mao said with a smile.

Bruce would like to say that although we have known each other since childhood and were classmates from elementary school to middle school, the word "friend" really doesn't count.

However, the young master has a quiet personality, but he is never indifferent, and he will not rudely reject the kindness offered by others even if it is mixed with other things.

"If you treat me as a friend, you shouldn't ridicule me when I fail," said the young master.

Huang Mao shrugged, "I just want to tell you the reason for failure."

The young master was stunned, "What's the reason?"

Yellow-haired Thomas pointed at the two Harley girls who were huddling together, and laughed, "What do you think?"

"What do you want to say directly." The young master frowned.

Thomas leaned into the young master's ear and said in a mysterious tone, "I heard that someone saw Harry kissing in the gymnastics room with Helen of the second grade, the Helen of the Setin family."

"Really?" The young master was stunned.

"The news about Serena Woodson, Queen of Gossip, with detailed characters and locations, should be correct."

The master was silent.

In addition to himself, every classmate in the school has one or more very good friends, and Harry's best friend is Helen Selting.
Thomas winked at him. "Are you more excited?"

It's a little irritating indeed, but.
The young master looked indifferent, making it impossible to see his thoughts, "I see."

"what?"

"This place is narrow, I don't want to squeeze with you." After the young master finished speaking, he raised his chin slightly and motioned him to look back to the left.

Thomas turned his head and saw under the table, two classmates, a man and a woman, kissing each other like glue.

During the anti-terrorism exercise, the students hid under the desk and had nothing to do. Some read comic books, some played PSP, some were in a daze, and many men and women were tired of being together.

American high school students are kissing in the classroom, and the teacher doesn't care if they see it.

In addition to being tired of men and women, there are also male classmates huddled together to chat, so the reason for the young master is not tenable.

This is an excuse!

Thomas stared at the young master's indifferent face for a while, then turned his head and crawled away.

"What's so arrogant, isn't it simply rejected by someone?" He cursed in his heart, his face twisted.

Born as noble as him, as smart and handsome as him, he should have the bright moon hanging in the sky and become the pride of the sky that everyone focuses on.

But as long as Bruce was there, Thomas became a star around the sun.

From childhood to adulthood, without exception.

"Wait until I take down - Queen of Gymnastics, let's see what kind of face you can put on." Huang Mao flicked the yellow hair in front of his forehead, his eyes turned to Harry unpredictably.

At this moment, there was a rushing sound of leather boots stepping on the ground in the corridor.

"This is the GCPD (Gotham Police), the terrorists have been killed, the alarm is lifted!" a middle-aged man shouted.

The yellow hair, who was hunched over and crawling, let out a long sigh of relief, rubbed his waist and shouted, "Fake, it's finally over."

"Bang——" A harsh gunshot sounded suddenly in the classroom.

"What the Fake?!" Thomas turned back blankly, seeing the dean again.

This time, he was wearing a police uniform and pointed his gun at him, saying coldly, "Thomas Elliott, you are such an idiot, you are dead."

The gun was real, and the sound was real, but it was a hollow bullet, and the barrel was still placed toward the ceiling.

"It's only been 10 minutes since the alarm bell rang. How could the real Gotham police have such efficiency?" Harley complained under the table on the other side.

"Anti-terrorism class, Harley Quinn A, Thomas Elliott F!" Leaving this sentence, the dean ran to the next classroom again.

"Fake! I'm careless." Huang Mao patted his forehead and sat back in the seat in annoyance.

He has already hung up, no need to squat under the table anymore.

The classmates didn't care either. Those who kissed continued to kiss, those who read comics continued to read comics, and those who discussed the life and death of the drag hero "baton" continued to discuss with newspapers.
Another full 15 minutes passed.

"GCPD, this is Detective Jim Gordon (ps), the scene has been controlled and the alarm has been lifted." A feeble man said perfunctorily.

"Detective, are you the only one?" a classmate asked.

"Well, come out quickly, it's over." The man may not even hear the question, and just casually respond to it absentmindedly.

"Fake! GCPD will never be so brave and fearless. Isn't it nonsense to face the terrorists who hijacked the campus alone? Classmates, don't go out." The male classmate shouted.

"Fark!" Jim Gordon cursed in a low voice, standing at the door, shouting across the corridor: "Harvey, the explosion-proof team, S·W·A·T, come here."

After a while, a greasy bearded man walked slowly over, holding a cigarette in his left hand, and holding a plastic "shield" in his right hand. The surface of the shield was painted with "swat" white.

"OK, forty police officers have lined up in the corridor. Princesses and young masters, please be merciful, please come out and accept the welcome!" Harvey yelled cursingly.

"What's your attitude?" The dean's angry voice followed.

"The cautiousness of the students is exactly what this class needs to achieve. Not only did you arrive late, you took 25 minutes to arrive at the school, you also mocked the students and disrupted the class. I want to call Chief Luo, detective , report your police number!"

"Let's go, let's go, the anti-terrorism class is over." Harvey dropped the plastic shield, pulled Gordon and ran out.

This is the anti-terrorism class unique to the United States. Starting from kindergarten, it will be raided several times every semester.

No way, this is not too celestial, school shootings are too common in the United States.

Harley even experienced it personally once. In Tulsa Town, her tablemate was also a very good friend, a lovely and beautiful black girl.

Even though she shrewdly shrunk under the table according to the anti-terrorism course, she was pulled out abruptly and shot in the head. Her big, terrified eyes were always open, and red and white flowed along the table.
That time, Harley saw the gangster's eyes and saw a touch of familiarity. Then, she made up her mind to leave her hometown, even if the next stop was Gotham.

As for the question, should we be so cautious and suspect that the police are disguised by terrorists?
There is a movie "July 7nd", which tells the story of a ruthless person pretending to be a policeman and killing the No.

very scary.

Even more frightening, this story is based on true events.

Even more frightening, here is the simple and honest Gotham.
　Jim Gordon, readers who have seen the Batman movie should be familiar with, the position in the master's heart is second only to the old butler Fu.I have to make it clear that in the Batman movie comics, Gordon is only the master's assistant, but in this book, at least at the beginning, he is a fan of the American TV series "Gotham". In the American TV series, Gordon is the protagonist and the master's bat. Xia is a supporting role instead, so in later chapters, Gordon may get more attention, and Harry will also make a difference to him.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)