In The DC World With Marvel Chat Group Chapter 1211: The Cry of the Lamb (23)

"The Days of Being a Spiritual Mentor in Meiman"

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

But soon, Dick seemed to think of something. He breathed a sigh of relief and said, "I don't have much homework today. I can finish it by myself soon. I'm going back to do my homework."

"Where are you going to do your homework?" Bruce sat on the sofa, turned to look 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. He stood up and followed Dick and said, "There is a desk in the study, and the light is better. The desk in the bedroom is too small to even fit a book, and the ink bottle is not there... "

Dick stopped, and Bruce heard him sigh. Bruce suppressed the rising anger again, and he walked up to Dick, pressed his shoulder and said, "Didn't you always want a suit that belongs to you?" Do you want your own uniform? I have found a good material, now I just need a tailor, let's finish our homework together, and then go to the Batcave to customize your uniform."

Dick's eyes widened, as if he seemed a little surprised, but then his brows and eyes drooped again, and 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 to the upper half circle of his eyes. He looked at Dick and said, "Before, when I helped Jason and Tim do their homework, didn't I also want to Shall I tutor you? Why don't you want to be with me today?"

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

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

Before, he saw the performance of the rebellious period in books on children's education, and he felt disapproving. Now, it seems that this kind of rebellion is completely unreasonable, as if the parents are doing nothing wrong.

Bruce felt that he was a little impatient, 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 to go to school to listen to the principal's compliments. It also made him feel very tired to guess what the counselor was saying in a tactful tone.

Not to mention, being a failed father in front of the counselor made him feel ashamed, and 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 satisfactory, I wish I could spend more time with you, so I hope we can finish 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 shook his hand angrily and said loudly, "How could you do that?! You just don't believe me!

Are you tired of my stupidity? !

Bruce was about to speak to comfort him, but Dick threw his schoolbag on the sofa next to him as if he had exploded suddenly, and said in a flash: "I know, Jason and Tim both have good grades, and they love reading. They are also obedient, so you like to help them with their homework!"

"You want to help me with homework, you don't care about me at all, you just want to see if I'm really stupid than them, I am! Is it okay?!"

After finishing speaking, Dick wanted to run back to his bedroom with red eyes, but Bruce hurried forward to stop him, and he explained with his last patience: "I don't think you are dumber than the two of them, I just hope You can improve."

"Want me to improve?! 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 pass!"

Bruce puts out his arm to stop Dick, and Dick has to push his arm away if he wants to charge forward.

But even if Dick is relatively strong among his peers, it is impossible to compete with Bruce. Bruce pushed him lightly and took two steps back.

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 heave 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 have a good talk? I can tell you about any questions you don't know."

"I don't know any questions."

"Do you really know everything?"

Dick stood where he was, and fell silent as if hurt.

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

More importantly, he feels desperate for the facts he has learned, because the book says that this rebellious period is likely to last for 3 to 4 years.

That is to say, in the next 3~4 years, he must pay attention to every detail, and use the optimal solution every time to deal with the problems that Dick may have, so as to prevent him from going astray.

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

In the end, both of them came to the table and sat down in silence. Bruce sat next to him. The two were very close, but seemed to be far apart.

Dick took out his homework book slowly, watching his movements, Bruce felt a burst of irritability, because Dick was obviously delaying time, no matter how inflexible his hands and feet were, he would not be able to take out a book from his schoolbag The homework will take three minutes.

Bruce opened his mouth to speak, but he swallowed the words when they reached the edge of his mouth. This feeling was not good at all, just like swallowing a bitter pill. He felt his lungs hurt a little. .

Finally laying out the workbook, Dick filled the pen with ink for another 5 minutes. When Dick started to write, Bruce felt a blur in front of 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, and then he found that Dick took less than three seconds to read the questions, and immediately began to write the answers. Eucalyptus.

Bruce cleared his throat, Dick glanced at him and was still doing calculations on his own, so Bruce could only say, "Aren't you going to read the question carefully? Are you sure you have seen every data clearly?"

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

Bruce sighed, stretched out a finger to look 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 is a good boy if he knows his mistakes and can correct them, but the next second, Dick still used 86 in the next calculation, and Bruce felt a burst of fire in his chest instantly.

He searched for the few patience and emotional control in his heart, and forcefully suppressed the fire, and then felt a trace of sadness and grievance.

Bruce Wayne is a young master, even though his experience is much more ups and downs than ordinary people, most people in this world will greet him with a smile and treat him warmly.

They will keep in mind every word he said, act according to his will, and apologize immediately after making a mistake, for fear that he will get angry.

Obviously he made a mistake, not only did he not correct it, but he also insisted on not apologizing. Bruce still had to convince himself in his heart, and he had to comfort himself and control his emotions. When did he suffer from such grievances?

But Bruce is also worthy of being a strong-willed person, he swallowed hard, and said to Dick in a gentle and somewhat false voice: "Your value is wrong again, here is 88, not 86. "

But what shocked him was that Dick poked the notebook vigorously with the tip of the pen and made a "winter" sound, leaving a large puddle of ink on the wrong number, and the whole notebook seemed to be drilled. It made a hole and became very unsightly.

Bruce felt his neck being strangled.

He really wanted to choke his own neck~IndoMTL.com~ so that the anger would not turn into flames, he stretched out his hand and touched his Adam's apple, swallowed the fishy sweetness, and looked at Dick seriously Say:

"Do you really think that what you are doing is right? Don't you think that your attitude is a bit too much?"

"I didn't ask you to read here!" Dick threw the pen, looked at Bruce and said, "I said I'm going back to my bedroom to write, but you made me come here!"

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

"It doesn't matter, as long as the number is correct." Dick started to pack his things, put all the books and pens into the school bag quickly, and then ran out of the room in a hurry.

Sitting on the chair and not reacting, Bruce looks like an old man who is dying. He doesn't understand what's going on, and his eyes are full of great 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 education 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 was sitting on the ground, putting his homework on the bed, and kneeling by the bed to write. Operation.

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

At the same time, Bruce also knew that if Dick hadn't been beaten today, he really wouldn't be able to live tomorrow.

"Dick Grayson!

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