Chapter 1211 The Cry of the Lamb (Twenty-Three)

After returning to Wayne Manor, Bruce tried to adjust his mood. He called Dick to him and said, "What homework did the teacher leave today? We can do it together."

Dick showed a hint of surprise, but the next second, the panic in his eyes could not be hidden from Bruce's eyes.

But soon, Dick seemed to have thought of something, he breathed a sigh of relief and said, "There is not much homework today, I can finish it quickly by myself, I will go back to do my homework."

"Where are you going to do your homework?" Bruce sat on the sofa, turned around and looked at the direction Dick was going, and said, "The study is over there." "I'm going back to the bedroom." Dick said without looking back.

Bruce frowned, stood up, followed Dick and said, "There is a table in the study, and the light is better. The table in the bedroom is too small, and it can't even hold books. The ink bottle is not there..."

Dick stopped, and Bruce heard him sigh. Bruce suppressed his anger again. He walked in front of Dick, pressed his shoulders and said, "Haven't you always wanted a uniform of your own? I have found a good material. Now all we need is a tailor. Once we finish our homework, we will go to the Batcave to customize your uniform."

Dick's eyes widened, and he seemed to be a little surprised, but then his eyebrows drooped again. He pursed his lips and shook his head and said, "Forget it."

Bruce was also a little surprised. His eyebrows were lowered, almost pressing to the upper half of his eyes. He looked at Dick and said, "Before, when you saw me tutoring Jason and Tim with their homework, didn't you also want me to tutor you? Why don't you want to be with me today?"

"I didn't want you to tutor me!" Dick immediately turned his head aside and said.

Bruce really couldn't understand Dick. It seemed that Dick had to contradict him for every word he said.

Before, he had seen the performance of rebellious period in books on children's education, and he didn't think much of it. Now it seems that this kind of rebellion is totally unreasonable, as if no matter what the parents do, it's wrong.

Bruce felt that he had lost his patience a little, or rather, this level of patience was already his extraordinary performance. Batman has never been a very patient person, especially when it comes to getting along with people.

Bruce also felt very wronged in his heart. In fact, he didn't like going to school to listen to the principal's compliments. Guessing what the counselor said under the euphemistic tone also made him feel very tired.

What's more, he felt very ashamed to play the role of a failed father in front of the counselor. He felt that he had done enough. So, Bruce looked directly into Dick's eyes and said:

"I went to your school today, and your teacher told me that your grades are not ideal. I hope I can accompany you more, so I hope we can finish our homework together tonight, okay? Dick."

Dick widened his eyes in shock, and raised his voice and said: "What did you say? You went to my teacher and asked about my grades??!!" Before Bruce could explain, Dick angrily shook his hand away and shouted: "How could you do this?! You don't believe me at all!! Is my stupidity annoying you?!!"...

Just when Bruce was about to speak to comfort him, Dick suddenly exploded and threw his schoolbag on the sofa next to him, and said: "I know, Jason and Tim's grades are not good. They are all very good, they love reading and are obedient, so you like to help them with their homework!"

"You want to help me with my homework, not because you care about me, you just want to see if I am really dumber than them, I am! Is that okay?!"

After saying that, Dick wanted to run back to his bedroom with red eyes, Bruce hurried forward to stop him, he took out his last patience to explain: "I don't think you are dumber than them, I just hope you can make some progress."

"Hope I can make some progress? ! Then the way you take is to rush to my school to ask other people without my consent, just like you broke into my bedroom? ! ······I don't want to talk to you, let me pass!"

Bruce stretched out his arm to stop Dick, Dick wanted to rush forward and had to push his

arm away.

But even if Dick was relatively agile among his peers, he couldn't compete with Bruce, Bruce gently pushed him back two steps.

Bruce just wanted Dick to calm down, but a look of panic flashed across Dick's face. His breathing rate immediately accelerated, and his chest began to rise and fall.

He turned around somewhat at a loss, went to the sofa to pick up his schoolbag, and looked at Bruce and said, "Get out of the way, I have to do my homework." Bruce hesitated for a moment, and still said, "Can't we really talk about it? I can tell you if there are any questions you don't know. "I don't have any questions."

"Do you really know every question?"

Dick stood there, silent as if he was hurt.

Bruce felt his heartbeat quicken, and he felt that he might have done something wrong again, but he didn't know where he was wrong.

More importantly, he felt desperate for the facts he had learned, because the book said that this rebellious period would most likely last for 3-4 years.

In other words, in the next 3-4 years, he must pay attention to every detail and use the best solution every time to deal with Dick's possible problems, so as to prevent him from going astray.

Just thinking about this situation, Bruce would rather go to hell and fight another full-scale war.

In the end, the two came to the study in silence. Dick sat down at the desk and Bruce sat next to him. The two were very close, but seemed to be very far away.

Dick took out the homework book slowly. Watching his movements, Bruce felt annoyed, because Dick was obviously stalling for time. No matter how clumsy his hands and feet were, it would not take him three minutes to take out a homework book from his schoolbag.

Bruce opened his mouth to speak, but the words were on the tip of his tongue, and he swallowed them back. This feeling was not good at all, just like swallowing a bitter pill, and he felt a little pain in his lungs.

After finally laying out the homework book, Dick spent another 5 minutes filling the pen with ink. When Dick started writing, Bruce felt a flash of light in front of his eyes. He felt that he had never been so angry before.

Dick started to do the first exercise, and Bruce finally breathed a sigh of relief. He felt that he could focus on knowledge education. Then he found that Dick read the question for less than three seconds and started writing the answer in an instant. …

Bruce cleared his throat. Dick glanced at him and was still calculating on his own, so Bruce could only say: "Don't you plan to look at the question carefully? Are you sure you see every data clearly?"

Dick pursed his lips and said: "I see it clearly, and I remember it too."

Bruce sighed, stretched out a finger and pointed at the calculation process he wrote and said: "You brought the wrong data in the question. It should be 88, not 86."

Dick was silent and did not answer. After a while, he crossed out the 86 he wrote and changed it to 88. Although Bruce was dissatisfied with his attitude, he changed it anyway.

Bruce comforted himself in his heart, thinking that he was a good boy if he knew his mistakes and could correct them. But the next second, Dick used 86 in the next equation again, and Bruce instantly felt a fire in his chest.

He searched for the little patience and emotional control in his heart, and suppressed the fire abruptly, and then felt a little sad and wronged.

Bruce Wayne is a young master. Even if his experience is much more difficult than that of ordinary people, most people in this world will greet him with a smile and warmly.

They will remember every word he said, act according to his will, and apologize immediately after making a mistake, for fear that he will be angry.

He obviously did something wrong, but not only did he not correct it, but he also refused to apologize. Bruce had to convince himself in his heart, and he had to rack his brains to comfort himself and control his emotions. When has he ever suffered such a grievance?

But Bruce was a man of strong will. He swallowed hard and said to Dick in a gentle and fake voice: "You got the wrong number again. It's 88, not 86."

But what shocked him was that Dick poked the notebook with the tip of his pen, making a "dong" sound, leaving a large pool of ink on the wrong number. The whole notebook looked like a hole was drilled in it, and it became very ugly.

Bruce felt his neck was being strangled.

He really wanted to strangle himself now to prevent his anger from turning into flames. He reached out and touched his Adam's apple, swallowed the fishy sweetness, looked at Dick seriously and said:

"Do you really think what you did is right? Don't you think your attitude is a bit excessive?"

"I didn't ask you to watch here!" Dick threw the pen and looked at Bruce and said, "I said I wanted to go back to the bedroom to write, but you made me come here!"

Bruce sighed a little dully, then looked into Dick's eyes and said, "Okay, let's go back to the bedroom to write, but you have to rewrite the calculation process because you dirty the notebook."

"What does it matter, just make sure the numbers are correct." Dick began to pack up and put all the books and pens into his schoolbag neatly, then ran out of the door.

Bruce, who was sitting on the chair and hadn't reacted yet, looked like an old man who was about to die. He didn't understand what was going on, and his heart and eyes were full of doubts.

Is Dick stupid or is he stupid?

Is Dick impatient or is he impatient?

Is Dick too irritable, or is there something wrong with his teaching method? Whose fault is this?

Thinking about these questions, Bruce chased Dick to his bedroom, and then he saw that Dick was not sitting next to the table at all, but sitting on the ground with his homework book on the bed, kneeling beside the bed to do his homework.

Now, Bruce knew where those dense bending marks on the first lesson homework book came from.

At the same time, Bruce also knew that if Dick didn't get beaten today, he really wouldn't live to see tomorrow. "Dick Grayson!!!"

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