The days of being a spiritual mentor in Meiman.

Chapter 1204 The Cry of the Lamb (23)
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, and Bruce suppressed the rising anger again. He walked up to Dick, pressed his shoulder and said, "You didn't always want a uniform of your own. I've found a good material, now it's just a tailor, let's finish our homework quickly, and then go to the Batcave to make your uniform."

Dick's eyes widened, as if he was 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 semicircle of his eyes, he looked at Dick and said, "Before, when I helped Jason and Tim with their homework, didn't you want me to help you too?" Why? Why don't you want to be with me today?"

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

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

Was Dick impatient, or was he impatient?

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 stupid than the two of them, I just hope you can progress."

So Bruce looked Dick directly in the eyes and said:

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

He really wanted to pinch his own neck to prevent his anger from turning into flames. He stretched out his hand to touch his Adam's apple, swallowed the fishy sweetness, looked at Dick seriously and said:
"Do you really think what you are doing is right? Don't you think that your attitude is a bit too much?"

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

"I don't have any questions that I don't know."

"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 past!"

"You want to help me with my 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?!"

Bruce felt 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 people.

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 the problems that Dick may have, so as to prevent him from going astray.

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

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

In the end, both of them 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 far apart.

"Do you really know everything?"

After finally laying out the homework, Dick filled the pen with ink for another 5 minutes. When Dick started to write, Bruce felt his eyes blur, and he felt like he had never been so angry.

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??!"

Not to mention, being a failed father to a counselor made him feel ashamed that he had done enough.

Bruce felt his neck being strangled.

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

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, like swallowing a bitter pill, and he felt his lungs hurt a little.

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 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.

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

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.

Is Dick too irritable, or is there something wrong with his method of education?

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

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

Bruce, who hadn't reacted while sitting on the chair, looked like an old man who was dying. He didn't understand what was going on, and his eyes were full of great doubts.

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

Bruce also felt very wronged in his heart. He actually 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.

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

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

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

Is Dick stupid or is he stupid?

"I didn't ask you to watch here!" Dick threw the pen away, looked at Bruce and said, "I said I was going back to my bedroom to write, but you insisted on making me come here!"

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.

Bruce hesitated for a moment, but he still said, "Can't we really have a good talk? I can tell you anything you don't know."

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, here it should be 88, not 86."

Bruce sighed dully, 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."

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 held out his arm to stop Dick, and Dick had to push his arm away in order to charge forward.

Dick was silent and didn't answer, and 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.

But what shocked him was that Dick poked the notebook vigorously with the tip of the pen and made a "boom", leaving a large puddle of ink on the wrong number, and the whole notebook seemed to have been drilled a hole , becomes very ugly.

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 began to write the answers in an instant.

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.

Before Bruce could explain, Dick threw his hand away angrily and said loudly, "How could you do that?! You just don't believe me!! Is my stupidity boring you?!! "

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 wouldn't be able to take out a homework book from his school bag and ask for it. Take 3 minutes.

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.

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 directly on the ground, putting his homework on the bed, and kneeling by the bed to do his homework.

Now, Bruce knew where the dense bending marks on the first class 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!!!"

(End of this chapter)