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 next second, the panic in his eyes could not be hidden from Bruce's eyes.
But soon, Dick seemed to have thought of something. He breathed a sigh of relief and said, "I don't have 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 around and looked 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, stood up, and followed Dick and said: "There is a table in the study, and the light is better. The table in the bedroom is too small, and it can't even hold the books, and the ink bottle is not there..."
Dick stopped, and Bruce heard him sigh. Bruce once again suppressed the rising anger. He walked up to Dick, held his shoulders and said, "Don't you always want a uniform of your own?"
? I have found a good material, now I just need a tailor. Let’s finish the work together quickly, and then go to the Batcave to customize a uniform for you.”
Dick's eyes widened, as if he was a little surprised, but then his eyebrows drooped again. 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 reaching the upper semicircle of his eyes. He looked at Dick and said: "Before, when you saw me tutoring Jason and Tim in their homework, didn't you also want me to tutor you?
? Why don’t you want to be with me today?”
"I didn't want you to tutor me!" Dick immediately put his head aside and said.
Bruce really couldn't understand Dick. It was as if Dick had to contradict him every word he said.
Before, he saw the rebellious period in books about children's pedagogy and didn't take it seriously. Now it seems that this kind of rebellion is completely unreasonable, as if nothing the parents do is right.
Bruce felt that he had lost his patience a little, 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 going to school to listen to the principal's compliments at all. It also made him feel tired to guess what the counselor was saying under the euphemistic tone.
What's more, playing a failed father in front of the counselor made him feel very ashamed. He felt that he had done enough.
So, Bruce looked directly into Dick's eyes and said:
"I went to your school today. Your teacher told me that your grades were not ideal and he hoped I could spend more time with you, so I hope we can finish the homework together tonight, okay? Dick."
Dick's eyes widened in shock. 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 threw away his hand angrily and said loudly: "How could you do this?! You just don't believe me!! Are you tired of my stupidity?!!
"
Just when Bruce was about to speak to comfort him, Dick threw his schoolbag on the sofa next to him as if he suddenly exploded, and said in one breath: "I know, Jason and Tim have very good grades. They love to read and are obedient.
So you like to help them with their homework!"
"You want to help me with my homework, but you don't care about me at all. You just want to see if I'm really dumber than them, and I am! That's ok?!"
After saying that, Dick's eyes were red and he wanted to run back to his bedroom. Bruce hurriedly stepped forward to stop him. He used his last patience to explain: "I don't think you are stupider than the two of them. I just hope you can have
progress.”
"Hope I make some progress?! 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!"
Bruce stretched out his arm to stop Dick, and Dick had to push his arm away if he wanted to move forward.
But even if Dick was relatively athletic among his peers, he couldn't compete with Bruce. Bruce pushed him back two steps with a gentle force.
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 rise and fall 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 talk about it? If you have any questions that you don't know, I can tell you."
"There's no question I can't answer."
"Do you really know how to do everything?"
Dick stood there, silent as if he was a little hurt.
Bruce felt his heart beating faster. He felt that he might have done something wrong again, but he didn't know where he went wrong.
More importantly, he felt desperate for the facts he had learned, because the book said that this rebellious period was likely to last 3 to 4 years.
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 Dick's possible problems, so as to prevent him from going astray.
Just thinking about this situation, Bruce would rather go to hell and fight another all-out war.
Finally, both of them came to the study in silence. Dick sat down in front of the desk, and Bruce sat next to him. The two were very close, but they seemed far apart.
Dick slowly took out the exercise book. Looking at his movements, Bruce felt a sense of irritation, because Dick was obviously stalling for time. No matter how inflexible his hands and feet were, he would not take out an exercise book from his schoolbag and ask for it.
Take three minutes.
Bruce opened his mouth to speak, but when the words reached his lips, he swallowed them back. This feeling was not good at all, like swallowing a bitter pill, and he felt his lungs hurt.
After finally laying out the exercise book, Dick filled the pen with ink for another five minutes. When Dick started writing, Bruce felt his eyes blur, and he felt like 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. Then he discovered that Dick took less than three seconds to read the question and started writing the answer in an instant.
Bruce cleared his throat, but Dick glanced at him and was still minding his own calculations, so Bruce could only say: "Aren't you going to look at the question carefully? Are you sure you have seen every data clearly?"
Dick pursed his lips and said, "I saw it clearly, and I also remembered it."
Bruce sighed, stretched out a finger and pointed at the calculation process he wrote and said: "You brought the wrong data in the question. It should be 88, not 86."
Dick remained silent and didn't answer. After a while, he angrily crossed out the 86 he wrote and changed it to 88. 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 his mistakes and could correct them. But the next second, Dick still used 86 in the next calculation, and Bruce instantly felt a fire in his chest.
He searched for the little patience and emotional control in his heart, and suppressed the fire abruptly, and then felt a trace of sadness and grievance.
Bruce Wayne is a young man. Even if his experience is much more bumpy than ordinary people, most people in this world will greet him with a smile and treat him warmly.
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.
He clearly made a mistake, but 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 go to great lengths to comfort himself and control his emotions. When had he ever been wronged like this?
But Bruce is also worthy of being a strong-willed man. He swallowed hard and said to Dick in a gentle and almost false voice: "Your value is wrong again. It is 88, not 86."
But what shocked him was that Dick poked the notebook hard with the tip of the pen, and it made a "dong" sound, leaving a large pool of ink on the wrong number, and it was like a hole had been drilled into the entire notebook.
, becomes very ugly.
Bruce felt his neck being pinched.
He really wanted to strangle his neck now to prevent his anger from turning into flames. He reached out and touched his Adam's apple, swallowed the 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?"
"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 the bedroom to write, but you had to let me come here!"
Bruce sighed dully, then looked into Dick's eyes and said, "Okay, let's go back to the bedroom and write, but you have to rewrite the calculation process again because you soiled the notebook."
"What does it matter? Just get the numbers right." Dick started to pack his things, quickly put all the notebooks and pens into his schoolbag, and then ran out of the room in a hurry.
Bruce, who was sitting in the chair and had not yet reacted, looked like a dying old man. He didn't understand what was going on, and his eyes were full of doubts.
Is Dick stupid or is he stupid?
Is it Dick who is impatient, or is he impatient?
Is Dick too irritable, or is there something wrong with his education methods?
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 floor, putting his homework on the bed, and kneeling beside the bed to do his homework.
Now, Bruce knew where those dense curve marks on the first lesson homework book came from.
At the same time, Bruce also knew that if Dick didn't get beaten today, he really wouldn't survive tomorrow.