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

After returning to Wayne Manor, Bruce worked hard to adjust his emotions. He called Dick in front of him and said to him: "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, "I don't have much homework today. I can finish it quickly by myself. I'm going back to do my homework."

"Where are you going to do your homework?" Bruce sat on the sofa, turned and looked in the direction Dick was walking, and said, "The study is over there."

"I want to go back to the bedroom." Dick said without looking back.

Bruce frowned, stood up, and 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 the books, and the ink bottle is not there..."

Dick stopped, and Bruce heard him sigh. Bruce once again suppressed the rising anger. He walked up to Dick, held his shoulders and said, "Don't you always want a uniform of your own?" I've found a good material, now I just need a tailor. Let's finish the work quickly, and then go to the Batcave to customize the uniform for you."

Dick's eyes widened, as if he was a little surprised, but then his eyebrows drooped again. He pursed his lips and shook his head and said, "Let's forget it."

Bruce was also a little surprised. His eyebrows were lowered, almost reaching the upper half of his eyes. He looked at Dick and said, "Before, when you saw me tutoring Jason and Tim in 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 put his head aside and said.

Bruce really couldn't understand Dick. It was as if Dick had to contradict him every word he said.

Before, he saw the rebellious period in books on children's pedagogy and thought it was unapproving. Now it seems that this kind of rebellion is completely unreasonable, as if nothing the parents do is right.

Bruce felt that he had lost his patience a little, or in other words, this level of patience was beyond his reach. Batman has never been a very patient person, especially when it comes to getting along with others.

Bruce also felt aggrieved in his heart. In fact, he didn't like going to school to listen to the principal's compliments at all. It also made him feel tired to guess what the counselor was saying under the euphemistic tone.

What's more, playing a failed father in front of the counselor made him feel very ashamed. 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 were not ideal and that he hoped I could spend more time with you, so I hope we can complete the homework together tonight, okay? Dick."

Dick's eyes widened in shock, and he raised his voice and said, "What did you say? You went to my teacher and asked about my grades??!

Before Bruce could explain, Dick threw away his hand angrily and said loudly: "How could you do this?! You just don't believe me!

Are you tired of my stupidity? !

Just when Bruce was about to speak to comfort him, Dick threw his schoolbag on the sofa next to him as if he suddenly exploded, and said in one breath: "I know, Jason and Tim have very good grades. They love to read and are obedient. So you like to help them with their homework!”

"You want to help me with my homework, but you don't care about me at all. You just want to see if I'm really dumber than them. I am! That's okay, right?!"

After saying that, Dick's eyes were red and he wanted to run back to his bedroom. Bruce hurriedly stepped forward to stop him. He used his last patience to explain: "I don't think you are stupider than the two of them. I just hope you can have progress."

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

Bruce held out his arm to stop Dick, and Dick had to push his arm away if he wanted to move forward.

But even if Dick was relatively athletic among his peers, he couldn't compete with Bruce. Bruce pushed him back two steps with a gentle force.

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

He turned around at a loss, went to the sofa to pick up his schoolbag, looked at Bruce and said, "Get out of the way, I'm going to do my homework."

Bruce hesitated for a moment, but he still said: "Can't we really talk about it? If you have any questions that you don't know, I can tell you."

"There's no question I can't answer."

"Do you really know how to do everything?"

Dick stood there, silent as if he was a little hurt.

Bruce felt his heart beating faster. He felt that he might have done something wrong again, but he didn't know where he went wrong.

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

In other words, in the next 3 to 4 years, he must pay attention to every detail and use the optimal 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.

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In the end, both of them came to the table in silence and sat down. 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, but 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 filled the pen with ink for another 5 minutes. When Dick started writing, Bruce felt a flash in his eyes. He felt that he had never been so angry.

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 stem for less than three seconds and started writing the answer in an instant.

Bruce cleared his throat, and Dick glanced at him and was still calculating on his own, so Bruce could only say: "Aren't you going to take a closer look at the question? Are you sure you have seen every data clearly?"

Dick pursed his lips and said: "I have seen 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 stem. It should be 88 here, not 86."

Dick remained 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 child if he knew his mistakes and could correct them, but the next second, Dick still used 86 in the next formula, and Bruce instantly felt a fire in his chest.

He searched for the little patience and emotional control in his heart, and suppressed the anger, 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 enthusiasm.

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.

Obviously he did something wrong, not only did he not correct it, but he also stubbornly 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 been wronged like this?

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 being strangled.

He really wanted to pinch his neck 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 insisted on making 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, put all the books and pens neatly into his schoolbag, and then ran out of the door in a flash.

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 him stupid?

Is Dick impatient or him 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 at the table at all, but sitting on the ground and putting 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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