Back at Wayne Manor, Bruce struggled to adjust his emotions by calling Dick in front of him and telling him, "What homework did the teacher leave today? We can do it together."

Dick looked surprised, but the next second, the panic in his eyes couldn't hide from Bruce's eyes.

But soon, as if he had thought of something, Dick breathed a sigh of relief and said, "I don't have much homework today, I'll be able to finish it soon by myself, I'll go back to my homework."

"Where are you going to do your homework?" Bruce sat on the couch, turned to look in the direction Dick was walking, and said, "The study is over there." "I'm going back to my bedroom." Dick said without looking back.

Bruce frowned, he stood up, followed behind Dick, and said, "The study has a table and the light is better, the table in the bedroom is too small to even fit the books, and the inkwell is not there.·····

Dick stopped, Bruce heard him sigh, Bruce once again suppressed the rising anger, he walked up to Dick, pressed his shoulder and said, "Didn't you always want a uniform of your own? I've found a good material, now it's just a tailor, and as soon as we're done with our homework, we'll go to the Batcave and give you a custom uniform."

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

Bruce was also a little surprised, his eyebrows were lowered, almost to the upper half of his eyes, he looked at Dick and said, "Before, when you saw that I was tutoring Jason and Tim with their homework, didn't you want me to tutor you too?" Why don't you want to be with me today?"

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

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

Before, he saw the performance of the rebellious period in the books of children's education, and he thought it was unimpressed, but now it seems that this rebellion is simply unreasonable, as if what parents are doing is wrong.

Bruce felt like he was losing his patience a bit, or rather, this level of patience was already an overperformance, and Batman was never a very patient person, especially when it came to getting along with people.

Bruce also felt very aggrieved in his heart, he actually didn't like to go to school to listen to the principal's compliments at all, and guessing what the counselor's euphemistic tone was talking about, which also made him feel very tired.

What's more, playing a failed father in front of a counselor makes him feel ashamed, and he feels like he's 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 very good, and I wish I could spend more time with you, so I hope we can finish our 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 me about my grades??!! Before Bruce could explain, Dick angrily shook off his hand and exclaimed, "How can you do that?! You just don't believe me!! Is my stupidity bore-boring you?!! ….

Bruce was about to speak to reassure him, but Dick threw his bag on the couch next to him as if he had a sudden outburst, and said, "I know, Jason and Tim have good grades, they love to read and be obedient, so you like to help them with their homework!"

"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 stupider than them, I am! Okay?!"

With that, Dick wanted to run back to his bedroom with red eyes, but Bruce hurriedly stopped him, and he explained with the last of his patience, "I don't think you're stupider than the two of them, I just hope you can improve."

"Hope I'm improving?! Then the way you do 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 held out his arm to stop Dick, who had to push him away if he wanted to rush forward

Arm.

But even if Dick was relatively athletic among his peers, it was impossible to compete with Bruce, and Bruce pushed him back two steps with a gentle force.

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

Confused, he turned around, went to the couch and picked up his bag, looked at Bruce and said, "Get out of the way, I'm going to do my homework." Bruce hesitated, but he said, "Can't we really have a good talk? If you have any questions that you don't know, I can tell you. "I don't have a question that I can't."

"Do you really know everything?"

Dick stood still, silent as if he was hurt.

Bruce felt his heart beat faster, and he felt like he was afraid he had done something wrong again, but he didn't know what he was doing wrong.

What's more, he felt hopeless about what he had already learned, because the book says that this period of rebellion is likely to last for 3-4 years.

That is to say, in the next 3~4 years, he must pay attention to every detail, and use the optimal solution to deal with the problems that Dick may have every time, so as not to let him go astray.

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

At last they both came to the study in silence, Dick sat down at the desk, and Bruce sat next to him, close together, but seemingly far apart.

Dick slowly took out his homework book, and watching his movements, Bruce felt a pang of irritability, because Dick was obviously procrastinating for time, and no matter how dexterous his hands and feet were, he would not take three minutes to take out a homework book from his school bag.

Bruce opened his mouth to speak, but when the words came to his mouth, he still swallowed it back, this feeling was not good at all, it was like swallowing a bitter pill, and he felt some pain in his lungs.

With the help of the notebook, Dick filled the pen with ink for another five minutes, and by the time Dick began to write, Bruce felt a wave in front of his eyes, and he felt that he had never been so angry.

Dick began to do the first exercise, and Bruce finally breathed a sigh of relief, he felt that he could focus on the knowledge education, and then he found that Dick had read the question in less than three seconds, and he began to write the answer in an instant. ….

Bruce cleared his throat, and Dick glanced at him still doing his own calculations, so Bruce could only say, "Aren't you going to take a closer look? Are you sure you're seeing every piece of data?"

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

Bruce sighed, held out a finger and pointed at the calculation he had written, saying, "You got the wrong data in the stem, it should be 88, not 86."

Dick was silent and did not answer, and after a while he crossed out the 86 he had written and changed it to 88, and although Bruce was dissatisfied with his attitude, he finally changed it.

Bruce comforted himself in his heart, thinking that he was a good boy if he knew that he could change his mistakes, but in the next second, Dick still used 86 in the next equation, and Bruce instantly felt that a fire reached his chest.

He searched for the few patience and emotional control in his heart, and forced this fire down, and then he felt a trace of sadness and grievance.

Bruce Wayne is a big young master, even if his experience is much more bumpy than ordinary people, but the vast majority of people in this world will greet him with a smile and treat him warmly.

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

Obviously did something wrong, not only did he not correct it, but he also stood up and did not apologize, Bruce still had to convince himself in his heart, and he had to comfort himself and control his emotions, when did he suffer this grievance?

But Bruce was not worthy of a strong-willed man, and he swallowed hard, and said to Dick in a voice that was so mild that it was a little false, "You're on the wrong count again, it's 88, not 86."

It can make him feel

Shocked, Dick poked the notebook with the tip of his pen and made a "thump" sound, leaving a large puddle of ink on the wrong number, and the whole notebook seemed to have been drilled into a hole, making it very ugly.

Bruce felt his neck being choked.

He really wanted to choke his neck now, so that the anger would not turn into flames, he stretched out his hand and touched his Adam's apple, swallowed the fishy sweetness, looked at Dick solemnly and said:

"Do you really think you're doing the right thing? Don't you think your attitude is a little excessive?"

"I didn't let you watch here!" Dick threw the pen away, looked at Bruce and said, "I said I'd go back to my bedroom and write, you had to let me come here!"

Bruce sighed a little sluggishly, then looked Dick in the eye and said, "Okay, let's go back to the bedroom and write, but you'll have to write the algorithm all over again because you've stained the notebook."

"What does it matter, you have to count it right." Dick began to pack up his things, put all the books and pens in his bag, and ran out of the room with a puff of smoke.

Bruce, who was sitting in the chair and had not yet reacted, was like an old man who was about to die, he didn't understand what was going on, and his eyes were full of great doubts.

Is Dick stupid or is he stupid?

Was Dick impatient, or was he impatient?

Was Dick too grumpy, or was there something wrong with his approach to education? 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 floor with his homework book on the bed, kneeling on the edge of the bed and writing his homework.

Now, Bruce knew where the dense bending marks on the first workbook came from.

At the same time, Bruce also knew that if Dick hadn't been beaten up today, he really wouldn't have survived tomorrow. "Dick Grayson !!"

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