Chapter 1194: The Cries of the Lambs (23)

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

Dick showed a look of surprise, but the next second, the panic in his eyes couldn't hide from Bruce's eyes.

But soon, Dick seemed to think of something. He breathed a sigh of relief and opened his mouth: "There isn't 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 to look at the direction Dick was walking, and said: "The study is over there."

"I'm going back to the bedroom." Dick said without looking back.

Bruce frowned. He stood up, followed behind Dick, and said: "The study has a desk, and the light is better. The desk in the bedroom is too small, and it can't even hold books, and the ink bottle isn't there..."

Dick stopped his steps. Bruce heard him sigh. Bruce suppressed the rising anger again. He walked to Dick's front, pressed his shoulder, and said: "Haven't you always wanted a uniform of your own? I've already found a good material, now it's just missing a tailor. Let's finish the homework quickly, and then go to the Batcave to customize the uniform."

Dick widened his eyes, seemingly a bit surprised, but then, his brows drooped again. He pursed his lips, shook his head, and said: "Forget it."

Bruce also felt a bit surprised. His eyebrows lowered, almost pressing to the upper semicircle 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 are you unwilling to be with me today instead?"

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

Bruce really didn't understand Dick a bit. It was as if every word he said, Dick had to go against him.

Before, he saw the performance of the rebellious period in books on child education, and felt it was unreasonable. Now it seems that this kind of rebellion is simply unreasonable, as if no matter what the parents do, it's wrong.

Bruce felt he was losing patience a bit, or rather, this level of patience was already his extraordinary performance. Batman was never a very patient person, especially in terms of getting along with people.

Bruce's heart also felt very aggrieved. He actually didn't like going to school to listen to the principal's flattery, guessing what the counselor meant by her tactful tone, which also made him feel very tired.

Moreover, playing a failed father in front of the counselor made him feel very ashamed. He felt he had already done enough.

So, Bruce looked directly into Dick's eyes and opened his mouth:

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

Dick widened his eyes in shock. He raised his tone and said: "What did you say? You went to my teacher, and also asked about my grades??!"

Before Bruce could explain, Dick threw his schoolbag onto the sofa next to him very angrily and said in a rush: "How could you do this?! You simply don't trust me!"

"Is it because my stupidity makes you annoyed?!"

Bruce just wanted to open his mouth to soothe him, but Dick seemed to have suddenly exploded. He threw his schoolbag onto the sofa next to him and said in a rush: "I know, Jason and Tim's grades are both very good, and they love reading and are obedient, so you like tutoring them!"

"You want to tutor me, it's not caring about me at all. You just want to see if I'm really stupider than them. I am! Is that okay?!"

After finishing, Dick wanted to run back to his bedroom with red eyes. Bruce hurried forward to stop him. He took out his last patience and explained: "I don't think you are stupider than them. I just hope you can make progress."

"Hope I can make progress?! Then the way you take is to go to my school and ask others 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. If Dick wanted to rush forward, he had to push away his arm.

But even if Dick was considered relatively agile among his peers, he couldn't compete with Bruce. Bruce used a little force and pushed him back two steps.

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

He turned around somewhat at a loss, picked up his schoolbag on the sofa, looked at Bruce, and said: "You move aside, I'm going to do my homework."

Bruce hesitated for a while, but still said: "Can we really not talk properly? If there are any questions you don't understand, I can explain them to you."

"I don't have any questions I don't understand."

"Do you really understand every question?"

Dick stood in place, as if he were a bit hurt and fell silent.

Bruce felt his heartbeat accelerate. He felt that he probably did something wrong again, but he didn't know where he was wrong.

More importantly, he felt desperate about the fact he had already learned, because books said that this kind of rebellious period might last for 3-4 years.

In other words, in the next 3-4 years, he must pay attention to every detail and use the optimal solution to deal with the problems Dick might have every time, so that he wouldn't go astray.

Just thinking about this situation, Bruce would rather go to hell to fight another all-out war.

Finally, the two sat down at the table in silence. Bruce sat next to him, the two were very close, but it seemed as if they were very far apart.

Dick took out the homework book slowly. Looking at his movements, Bruce felt a burst of irritability, because Dick was clearly stalling for time. Even if his hands and feet were not flexible, he wouldn't take three minutes to take out a homework book from his schoolbag.

Bruce opened his mouth to speak, but before the words reached his lips, he swallowed them back. This feeling was not good at all, just like swallowing a bitter pill. He felt his lungs hurt a bit.

After finally laying out the homework book, Dick spent 5 minutes filling his fountain pen with ink. By the time Dick started writing, Bruce felt his eyes go blurry. He felt he had never been so angry.

Dick started doing the first exercise. Bruce finally breathed a sigh of relief. He felt he could focus on knowledge education, and then he found that Dick read the question for less than three seconds, and immediately started writing the answer.

Bruce cleared his throat. Dick glanced at him and continued to calculate on his own. So Bruce could only open his mouth and say: "Don't you intend to look at the question carefully? Are you sure you saw every piece of data clearly?"

Dick pursed his lips and said: "I saw it clearly, and I remembered it."

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

Dick remained silent and didn't answer. After a while, he irritably crossed out the 86 he wrote and changed it to 88. Although Bruce was dissatisfied with his attitude, at least he changed it.

Bruce comforted himself in his heart, feeling that knowing mistakes and correcting them is a good child. But the next second, Dick still used 86 in the next formula. Bruce instantly felt a fire reach his chest.

He searched for the little patience and emotional control in his heart, and forcibly suppressed this fire, and then felt a trace of desolation and grievance.

Bruce Wei En is a young master. Even if his experience is more bumpy than ordinary people, the vast majority of people in this world will greet him with a smile and treat him enthusiastically.

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

Clearly he made a mistake, not only didn't apologize, but also insisted on not apologizing. Bruce had to persuade himself in his heart, had to rack his brains to comfort himself, control his emotions. When did he suffer this grievance?

But Bruce was worthy of being a person with strong willpower. He swallowed his saliva hard, looked at Dick with a gentle and somewhat fake voice, and said:

"Your value is wrong again. It's 88 here, not 86."

But what shocked him was that Dick poked the book hard with the tip of his pen, making a "thump" sound, leaving a large pool of ink on that wrong number. The entire notebook seemed to be drilled with a hole, becoming very ugly.

Bruce felt his neck being strangled.

He really wanted to strangle his own neck now, so that the anger wouldn't turn into flames and spray out. 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?"

"It wasn't me who let you watch here!" Dick threw the pen, looked at Bruce, and said: "I said I wanted to go back to the bedroom to write, you insisted on letting me come here!"

Bruce sighed somewhat dazed, then looked into Dick's eyes and said: "Fine, let's write in the bedroom, but you have to rewrite the calculation process, because you made the book dirty."

"What does that matter, the answer is right." Dick started to pack up his things, neatly put all the books and pens into his schoolbag, and then ran out of the room in a flash.

Bruce, who hadn't reacted yet while sitting in the chair, was 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 big doubts.

Is Dick stupid or is he stupid?

Is Dick impatient or is he impatient?

Is Dick too irritable or is his education method problematic?

Whose fault is this?

Thinking about these questions, Bruce chased Dick to his bedroom, and then he saw that Dick didn't sit by the desk at all, but sat on the floor and put his homework on the bed, kneeling on the edge of the bed to do his homework.

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

At the same time, Bruce also knew that if Dick didn't get beaten today, he really wouldn't live until tomorrow.

"Dick Grayson!" ===== CHAPTER 1195 =====