Jason knew he was not welcome here, just as he didn't like these guys, and they didn't like him as a "transfer student".

The girl sitting to his left was okay, and from the way she looked at him, Jason felt more curiosity than malice.

After Miller left, the girl came over to talk, and the girl was very lively, but looked lonely.

From the girl's words, Jason knew that she didn't belong here like herself, but what made her better than herself was that her mother married a rich man.

"Amisha, it's class time."

The girl in front of the girl turned her head and gave a warning.

Jason noticed that they had become the center of attention in the classroom since some time, and from time to time someone watched them talk to each other.

After a few trainings, Jason could still hear some of the volume of this magnitude, and there were a lot of irritating words in his words.

The girl named Emisha also seemed to be ostracized, but she was lucky to have a good friend, and the girl sitting in front of her seemed to have some status in the classroom, and as soon as she spoke up, there was a lot less talk about the girl, and all those malicious speculations came at Jason.

Jason leaned back in his chair and looked away from his ears to avoid making a fuss about his first day at this school that Bruce would have to deal with himself.

There are no textbooks yet, Alfred said that because he is a transfer student, his textbooks will only be available tomorrow, and he came here today just to recognize the teacher and the classroom.

Jason closed his eyes and began to focus on his mind, recalling Dick's every movement last night when he was flying in the air.

Like Bruce said, Dick is the kind of person who was born to be center stage.

Unlike Bruce, Dick's every movement is light as if he is dancing, jumping from one rooftop to another, rolling to the ground in a coherent manner, giving Jason the illusion that he is really flying.

If it weren't for the incident with his parents, Jason believed that Dick would have become a famous trapeze artist and a big star living with applause and flowers.

"Mr. Todd, you're here for the first day, I'll show you around."

A voice interrupted Jason's thoughts, and when he looked up, he realized that most of the people in the classroom had left... There are only a few people left. A boy who was not much taller than him stood in front of him and said to him. Emisha stood in the doorway with a worried look on her face, as if she wanted to say something, but was stopped by the girl behind her.

It's so boring that it's a trick, and it's really boring that this kind of little trick that I'm tired of playing on the street is still prevalent in this kind of aristocratic school.

Jason stood up and followed the boy out of the classroom, anyway, judging by this guy's physique, it seemed that he was also coerced, he wanted to see what these rich guys wanted to do.

Unexpectedly old-fashioned, Jason followed the boy around the campus seemingly casually, and the boy was also very enthusiastic to introduce everywhere, but the route went to more and more remote places, and at the intersection of a group of sculptures, Jason stopped and asked:

"By the way, I don't know your name yet"

The boy who led the way paused and said:

"Martin, this is the last corner of this academy, let's hurry up"

The boy spoke a little faster, and his breathing was a little rapid, it was definitely not caused by them all the way over, and it was clear that the boy named Martin was nervous about what was about to happen, and just by listening, Jason could know that what was waiting for him here was definitely not a good thing.

By the way, Bruce said about the respiratory rate.... I see, Jason finally understood what the so-called respiratory rate meant.

"Yo, isn't this our new 'transfer student'?"

Jason is really powerless to complain about this nasty opening statement, how can these people like to use this tone of pretending to meet by chance to make an opening statement? Isn't being born into a wealthy family determining a person's IQ?

Jason looked at the five people hiding behind the sculpture group, and the physique of the five aroused Jason's suspicions.

Jason knew that his physique was definitely small among his peers, although Alfred said it was due to his chronic malnutrition.

But that doesn't mean he thinks the five guys across from him are in a normal state, especially the blonde guy at the front, who looks stronger than Dick...

Interestingly, none of these five people he had ever seen, and after reluctantly calling up the "classmates" he had seen today in his mental memory, and confirming that none of them had the same face as the five guys in front of him, Jason confirmed that these five people were likely to be from the senior class....

Is it necessary for the "seniors" in the senior grades to come and see for themselves? The feeling of being an animal was uncomfortable for Jason.

"You're scared of him"

One of the boys with curly brown hair said with a smile, seemingly interpreting Jason's silence as startled.

Although these kind words were spoken, the mocking ridicule in his words made Jason feel uncomfortable. He could only look coldly at the man who came out of the crowd.

"You're Bruce. Wayne's new adopted son? ”

"No, he's just my patron"

Jason denied his claims.

“... Sponsors: Hah."

Although I don't know what the funny thing is, Jason's words seem to detonate a joke that he didn't know, and the five of them laughed back and forth, as if Jason had just said something very strange.

“... Ha, who are you fooling, it's just a patron, and you actually let Alfred. Pennyworth himself sent you here..... You live in Wayne Manor..."

The brown-haired boy stopped laughing, and on his expressionless face, only those cold eyes stared at Jason.

Jason was silent, Bruce didn't tell him if he needed to hide that he lived at Wayne Manor, and he didn't know how to answer the question.

Alfred sent him to school, and it seemed unreasonable to say that he didn't live in Wayne Manor, so Jason chose to remain silent.

His silence seemed to be understood as acquiescence in the crowd.

"Hah... My dad was right, Bruce. Wayne really has that kind of tendency, the last time Gotham was so big, he was able to get out of it, and he didn't know how much money he spent on public relations... Sure enough, it's a pervert."

Jason can't pretend not to have heard this sentence, so blatantly provocative. Jason's hidden fist behind his back squeezed and eventually let go.

"By the way, that Richard. John. Does Grayson still live on the manor? ”

Richard. John. Grayson? Who is it? The name that popped up left Jason confused.

"Oh, by the way, he is usually called Dick, and sure enough, a low-class person actually uses his genitals to name him, are his parents dissatisfied, ha! Gotham baby finally tired of him? It's just a circus kid who thinks he's climbed the blues. Wayne will be able to soar into the sky."

It was the first time Jason had heard Dick's full name, and he wasn't interested in hearing what the guy was saying later, he just wanted to shut up the garbage now.

"Who are you?"

Jason asked.

"Hmph, what a rude fellow, a guy born in a stinky gutter is only suitable for staying in a stinky gutter, isn't Bruce. Isn't it rude for Wayne not to teach you to interrupt someone? ”

"Who are you?"

Jason asked patiently again, and the muscles of his whole body were already in a state of preparation.

"Humph! Listen, don't think the whole of Gotham is a blues. Wayne, I'll just say it once, remember! My name is Adam. Williams. ”

Jason knows this Williams, Barbara told him in the last incident, after Bruce adopted Dick, it was once rumored to be very difficult, the rumors came from the competitors of the Wayne Group, including the Williams family, the purpose of these guys is to cause turmoil in the Wayne Group in order to profit from it, the business term is called short, but this short-selling method is really indiscriminate.

Jason was completely uninterested in listening, and his backhand was a punch that hit Adam's chattering mouth hard, stopping him from continuing his nonsense.

“.... This punch was for Dick."