Chapter 756

"Come on, Bruce, I know you've been in a bad mood lately, but you can't push yourself too hard. Relaxing for one night is nothing. Whatever work you have, it's not too late to do it tomorrow during the day..."

Selina moved a chair, sat down beside Bruce, put her hand on his shoulder, blew air toward his cheek, and said, "We haven't seen each other for several days. Do you have to be busy at this time?"

"Analysis of specific traits of anxiety disorder... haven't I written this topic? I remember this seems to be last month's topic... I estimated the word count wrong before. I'm afraid I have a 60,000-word paper to write..."

"What did you say?" Selina didn't hear what Bruce was muttering. She straightened her body, stared at Bruce with those big eyes, eyes like scanners, looked at him from head to toe, and then stopped at the middle part.

Selina slowly crossed her arms, narrowed her eyes, and said, "Maggie told me that if a man suddenly loses interest in you, it means he must have a new love!"

"Bruce Wayne!" Selina slammed the table hard and said, "I said why your state has been so wrong lately! You cheating scumbag!"

After saying that, she exhaled fiercely through her nose, stood up, and was about to leave. But who knew, she had already walked two steps, and Bruce was still in place, not moving at all.

Selina was going crazy. Normal couples hadn't seen each other for so long; at least they should have some intimacy for two or three hours, right? Furthermore, she rarely patiently comforted Bruce, fearing that he was under too much pressure lately and his mental state was abnormal. As a result, it became like acting for a blind person to see, and the other party didn't even pay attention.

Although Batman is always cold to others, he is gentle enough to Catwoman. The two have their own lives and occasionally separate for a period of time. When they reunite, they are even more inseparable. Batman even sacrifices his time for fighting crime to date Catwoman, which shows how special he is to Catwoman.

But today, Selina was almost sitting in his arms, but Bruce remained motionless, looking like he wasn't tempted by beauty at all.

"This is really hell!" Selina cursed in a low voice. She just thought Bruce was sick again today and was too lazy to argue with him. She tossed her hair and turned to leave. But at this moment, Bruce spoke:

"Selina, don't go. Come over and help me with something."

Selina stopped. She put her hands on her hips, turned her head, blinked, and stared at Bruce. The expression on her face was "If you say any more crazy things, we're done."

But who knew, Bruce reached out and pointed to the pile of materials beside him and said, "Please help me find all the ones with the keyword 'anxiety disorder'. I need them urgently."

Seeing Bruce's serious face, not like he was joking, Selina showed a suspicious expression. She stepped forward, flipped through the pile of materials, then covered her eyes and said, "What are all these???"

She picked one up from the top of the materials, looked at the words on it, and said, "... What does this word mean? And this psychology... what psychology? What is the word in front of this?"

Bruce got up, picked up a piece of material, and said, "You don't need to know these. Look at these few words... this is 'anxiety disorder'. You just need to find all the documents in here that contain this word and give them to me, that's it."

Selina slammed the document in her hand onto the table and said, "Bruce! Is your brain broken? In the middle of the night, you don't go racing, you don't go to bars to drink, you don't even date, and you're here looking at these messy materials???"

"These are not messy materials." Bruce put his hand on Selina's hand and said, "I have to turn in a 60,000-word paper before tomorrow morning, otherwise you might not see me the day after tomorrow."

Selina widened her eyes, moved her head back, and said, "No way? You want to scare me again. What will happen if you don't turn it in? Does the school dare to expel you?"

As she spoke, she waved her hand in front of her face, showed a sneer, and said, "You're just scaring me. The school wishes you rich people would graduate later; how could they expel you early?"

"And what do you mean you won't see me? If you don't turn in your homework, will someone kill you at home? Besides, even if he comes, he can't beat you. What are you afraid of?"

Selina stared at Bruce with big eyes. She felt that what she said made a lot of sense. Good scenery, good time, why not do something else instead of writing homework here? But soon, she heard Bruce say:

"I'm very sure that if I don't turn in the paper tomorrow morning, he really will kill me at home. And, I can't beat him."

Selina was even more surprised. She stared at Bruce and said, "Your mental state is really problematic! You're starting to talk nonsense! Is there anyone in this city you can't beat? Don't tell me it's that guy we saw in Metropolis who flies in the sky?"

"No, it's even more terrifying. It's my psychology professor..."

"Who?"

"Schiller Rodriguez."

"Don't say any more. Where are the materials? I'll help you find them now. You hurry up and write."

Ten minutes later, Selina behind the table crawled out from a large pile of materials that had drowned her, fiddled with her messy hair, and then said, "No, Bruce, you can't do it. You can't write such a thick stack of papers in one night!

Bruce answered without looking up, "I'm working hard to make the impossible possible. Hurry up, help me find the materials with the keyword 'autism'..."

Selina looked at the messy papers in her hand and said, "Wait a minute, I've seen them before... let me find them, oh! No! I scattered them!"

After a few more minutes, Selina hugged a stack of materials and wailed, "I almost don't recognize English anymore! I've never seen so many words in my life!"

She sighed deeply in place. Suddenly, she paused, narrowed one eye, pulled the corner of her mouth to one side, and showed a quirky expression. Obviously, she had thought of some crazy ideas.

After a while, Selina pressed her hands on Dick's shoulders, pointed to the study door that was emitting light, and said, "Bruce needs help now, but I really can't help. I think you should be able to."

Dick had just finished telling Aisha a story and was confused by Selina's sudden enthusiasm. He remembered that whenever Selina was around before, she was always stuck to Bruce, and Dick had to be careful all the time not to disturb their world for two.

Originally, Dick intended to go back to his room to sleep immediately after finishing the story, just because he was worried about hearing something he shouldn't. As a result, now, listening to Selina, Bruce was actually writing homework????

Even though he was only in middle school now, he understood one truth: the first night they spent together after not seeing each other for several days, the main content was actually writing homework????

With a very puzzled mood, Dick was pushed into the study by Selina, and then he saw the various materials like ocean waves.

"Dick, you're here?" Bruce didn't look up again. He said, "Help me pick up all the materials on the ground. Put the yellow folders on the left, the blue folders on the right, and put all the textbooks here..."

Bruce pointed to a piece of ground under his feet. Dick looked at his busy figure, said nothing, and immediately began to organize the materials.

"Don't go. Where is that book on child psychology? Compare it with the previous keywords and turn to the page..." Bruce said again without looking up.

Selina, who was sneaking and tiptoeing toward the door, immediately became like a frosted eggplant, dropped her arms, wailed, and plunged into the ocean of documents.

After a while, Dick moved his stiff cervical spine. He saw Bruce beside him writing like flying, the ink was almost gone, but looking at the thickness of the finished draft at hand, I'm afraid not even one-tenth was written.

Thinking of the 60,000-word paper, Dick swallowed in fear. He glanced at Selina, who was still looking for documents, leaned over, and whispered to her, "I will definitely not take this university in the future!"

"You still want to take university?" Selina asked in surprise, "Don't you like writing homework the most?"

As she spoke, she looked up at Bruce and said, "Look at him, even if he's such a rich man, after entering university, he's almost driven crazy by homework. Do you think you can write a 60,000-word paper in one night?"

"Of course impossible, no one can!" Dick said immediately. But then, realizing his voice was a bit loud, he lowered his voice and said, "I think, anyway, it's impossible to finish, so it's better not to write. The consequences of not finishing and not writing are about the same, right?"

"Ahem..." Bruce coughed twice, and both of them went silent.

The three of them were burying their heads in study in the room, but on the other side, Aisha, who was thrown in the room, was a bit unhappy.

Although Dick finished telling her the story, she wasn't asleep yet. In the past, among these three people, there would always be one person accompanying her until she fell asleep.

Aisha, who wouldn't sleep without being coaxed, jumped off the bed, ran to the door with a "thump, thump, thump," pushed open the door, and looked at the dark manor corridor. She didn't feel afraid at all. Her eyes lit up with a faint yellow light, and she ran out along the corridor.

In the huge manor, the vast majority of the rooms were dark, but only one room door wasn't closed tightly. Light poured out from the crack of the door and was immediately captured by Aisha.

Perhaps inheriting part of Batman's genes, Aisha had learned anti-reconnaissance techniques at a young age. She lightened her steps, walked toward that room, and looked left and right on the way to see if anyone was watching her.

The few people in the room were very busy. Selina kept looking for documents according to keywords, Dick had to classify the documents, and Bruce was rushing to finish his homework. No one noticed a small figure prying open the crack of the door and staring inside with wide eyes.

It was impossible for Aisha to understand what work and homework were. She only knew that these three people in the room would rather play with these papers than play with her.

Aisha, who wasn't coaxed to sleep, was very angry. She pushed open the door hard with her hands, stood at the door with her hands on her hips, and screamed loudly.

But the three people in the room were too focused. Selina was already tortured by those tongue-twisting professional terms, Dick felt guilty because he had made Bruce angry before, and Bruce had an inexplicable fear of Schiller, who was in the state of chasing homework.

Driven by different emotions, the three of them had entered a state of selflessness. Aisha discovered that her yelling wasn't responded to for the first time.

She was surprisingly angry. She squatted down on the spot, her legs exerted force, and with a parabola, she jumped into the center of the pile of materials.

In an instant, the document papers turned into a sky full of snow, rising high and drifting down slowly. In the gaps between the documents, Bruce's heart-dead face was revealed.

The next morning, Schiller tapped the empty tabletop with his finger and stared at Bruce opposite him. He asked:

"Where's the homework?"

"Aisha ate it."

"... Where's Aisha?"

After Bruce paused for a second, he bent down, lowered his head, and hugged a little girl from under the table.