Diana pulled Clark and left in a hurry, as if she didn't want to participate in this family ethics drama at all.
"I went to see Professor Schiller today, hoping to transfer back to the Department of Psychology, but unfortunately, he is no longer teaching at Gotham University."
Bruce looked at Thomas and explained, but Thomas stared at him coldly, his tone full of anger: "What I'm saying is, how could you let yourself be removed from the list before? Bruce, even if Martha and I have lacked so much for so many years, I have given you an education, but don’t you even have the most basic morals?”
“In the era when I was studying, only students who made very serious mistakes, including but not limited to those who committed murder, rape, kidnapping and other vicious crimes, would be expelled from their university professors. What on earth did you do?! "
Bruce opened his mouth, but couldn't say anything. Thomas took a deep breath, looked into Bruce's eyes and said, "You'd better not expect anyone to take responsibility for your actions. Go deal with your professor yourself. At most, For a week, let this matter act like it never happened, otherwise I will definitely make you look good!"
"A college education resume is also important to me..." Bruce raised his voice and wanted to refute, but was interrupted by Thomas in the middle of his sentence. Thomas took a step forward, showing an oppressive attitude.
"Bruce!"
"I don't want to talk about this!"
"Then let's talk about your Lamborghini tractor! What kind of land do you want to drive a Lamborghini tractor to plant in person?!"
"I……"
Bruce instinctively wanted to explain, but he suddenly lowered his head and repeated in a confused tone: "Lamborghini...tractor???"
"I won't tell you too much." Thomas reached out and patted the back of the sofa, and said in an ironic tone: "Dick's head teacher told me that you transferred him to another school six times in one year, and I didn’t even visit his dormitory once. There were three parent-teacher meetings a year, and you were absent once.”
"The football coach at Jason's school came to see you twice, but you completely forgot about Jason's athletic talents that he mentioned to you, and even missed the opportunity to sign him up for the youth football club this season."
"You didn't go to the parent-child surfing event held by Tim's father last weekend. He still doesn't know more than ten people his age. You also completely forgot that he said he wanted to add a series of detectives to the library of Wayne Manor. As for the books, Constantine bought them for him.”
"And Aisha, I accompanied her to the kindergarten last week and found out that you had never met her sensory training teacher! She actually called Selena, who was still in Los Angeles, and found out that you love her. Sha will go to elementary school next year."
"Bruce Wayne!" Thomas called Bruce's full name again, looked into his eyes and said, "Were Martha and I so careless when we raised you? None of these children participated in the three The above clubs have never learned etiquette, don’t know how to socialize, and hang out in Wayne Manor every day!”
"They should be stargazing with kids their own age at the astronomy club, playing football on weekends, holding book clubs, taking care of foals at the horse farm, even just getting together to play video games?"
"Dick has been living like this for several years. Apart from going to school and going home to do homework, he is already in middle school and has never even been to summer camp!"
"No child of the Wayne family should have to suffer such abuse! I don't even know how to describe how incompetent you are!"
Bruce opened his mouth again, clenched his fists, and raised his tone and said, "But I can't focus on these things every day. I have more important things to do! I will make this city better!"
Thomas crossed his arms and sneered: "It's as if you have done well in other things if you haven't spent time on these things in the past few years! Then how did you get kicked off by your professor?"
"I'm an adult, and I don't need you to teach me what I should and shouldn't do!" Bruce also squeezed the back of the sofa tightly and said, "Don't worry about me!"
Thomas's face immediately darkened. He took a deep breath and said, "Okay, do you think I'm happy to take care of you? It's best if you can take care of yourself - but don't use the money I earned!"
"I will freeze all your bank cards, Alfred, and pack your bags for our Master Wayne!"
After saying that, he patted the back of the sofa hard, gave Bruce a cold look and turned to go upstairs. Bruce froze in place, as if he couldn't believe that he was already over twenty years old and would still be restricted from spending by his family.
Alfred walked up and patted Bruce on the back and said: "In order to maintain the current status of Wayne Group and make up for the company's losses, Mr. Wayne has been working overtime for three consecutive days. The fatigue at work may make people's tempers worse. irritable."
"And one thing he said is right. Miss Aisha will go to elementary school next year. Have you taken care of her school?"
"I don't want to care about these things!" Bruce waved his hand irritably, avoided Alfred's move to put his coat on him, walked towards the basement door, and said: "I'm going to the basement to do experiments now, any Don’t bother me, anyone.”
After saying that, he rushed into the basement and closed the door hard. Looking at his back, Tim narrowed his eyes, turned and walked towards the garden.
Bruce, who came to the basement, was stunned when he looked at the scattered equipment in the empty basement. He strode to the nearest filing cabinet and began to rummage through the information inside.
There is a pile of white paper in the first drawer. The second drawer finally has some written information, but most of it is warranty instructions for lathe parts. The third drawer is some common tools, and the fourth drawer has some. Bruce took out the handwritten notes and saw that they were scraps of a psychology paper.
Looking through the things on the shelves, apart from the small parts that have gathered dust, there are also heavy spare Batmobile tires, Batmobile hoods, large and small rain boots and wading suits, and a lot of plastic bag.
There are some arms covered with camouflage cloth in the corner of the basement, but most of them are common firearms on the market, and they are not even equipped with bullets. In another corner, there is a brightly painted part of a children's slide with a Two rows of tooth marks.
Bruce walked to the machine and opened it. He found that it was only the most basic equipment for controlling the machine tool. There was nothing abnormal after opening the machine tool. However, from the sound of gear friction, it could be heard that the machine had not been run for a long time and lacked lubricating oil. If this continues, parts will definitely wear out.
Apart from that, there was nothing in the entire basement. Bruce stood in the basement and looked around, pursing his lips and looking very dissatisfied. Soon the basement door opened, Alfred brought hot tea, and Bruce turned around The head said to him: "Where is the Batmobile? I have to go out."
"It's in the backyard."
Before Alfred could finish speaking, Bruce rushed up the stairs and went straight to the backyard. Then he understood what the pile of Batmobile parts in the basement were used for.
The Batmobile parked in the backyard only had two tires. The left front wheel and right rear wheel were missing, and the front hood was also missing. The complex structure of the car under the hood was exposed to the rain. holding a wrench and screwdriver.
Bruce walked over and found more injuries. The front bumper was hit by something and was completely crooked. A large piece of the car's butt was missing. Even judging from Gotham's traffic conditions, this car was not It looks like it can be driven out.
Bruce reached out to pull the car door, and with a "Zha" sound, a strong electric current burst out, and a shout came from behind the tree: "Hey, Bruce, what are you doing? You forgot the motor safety system you installed on the car door." ?"
Jason ran out from behind the tree, and Harley followed him. Just as the two of them were about to pass by Bruce, Bruce grabbed Jason's shoulders, looked at him and asked, "Where are the other cars?"
"What other car?" Jason asked in confusion.
"Is this the only car in Wayne Manor? I mean, I have so many cars that I probably forgot where I parked them."
"Too many cars?" Jason blinked, looked up at Bruce and said, "Have you forgotten that you sold all your luxury cars? The businessman who came to buy it that day was a pity. After all, some cars are the only ones in the world. One, but you still sold them all.”
"Look, I said this rich guy will regret it." Harley looked at Jason and said, "He should keep that pink 'glass slipper'. It's so cool. I haven't had a chance to ride in it yet." As for Feng, he actually sold it!"
"So I don't have a car now?" There was a hint of anger in Bruce's tone, but Jason shrugged nonchalantly and said, "You can take a taxi, or ask the truck driver to pick you up. , anyway, if you go out so late, you must be going to the East District."
Bruce frowned and said, "Why should I go to the East End? I'm going to the Batcave in the suburbs. I have experiments to do."
Harley raised her hand and glanced at the watch on her wrist and said, "But you can't enter the Batcave now. Isn't there a child lock after nine o'clock? Or...a thesis lock?"
Jason laughed, and Harley glared at him and asked, "Why are you laughing?"
"I remember someone who hasn't finished his grammar homework. Do you want me to read the essay you wrote last week that the grammar teacher called a Gotham literary treasure?"
"Jason! We agreed not to mention this!" Harley screamed.
The two ran away quarreling again. Bruce stood in the yard feeling a little dazed. Suddenly a gust of wind passed over his head, and Dick, wearing a blue and black uniform, landed lightly in front of him.
"I've finished my homework. Do you want to go for a drive?"
"I need a car now!" Bruce tried hard to control the anger between his brows. He emphasized to Dick: "I need a car to go where I want to go. I don't have time to play house with anyone right now. !”
"There are really no cars in Wayne Manor now." Dick shrugged and said, "Okay, I'll call a taxi. Are you going to the East End tonight?"
"What's in the East End?" Bruce asked in surprise.
"It's nothing, it's just that the truck driver and the big crocodile often ask you to go out for barbecue and card games at night. If you still go tonight, the old rules are: ten skewers of beef tendon and more chili peppers, and another lamb chop, which has blue on the package. The ribs at Selanglang’s have no fat, and I don’t want to gain weight.”
After saying that, Dick walked past him and walked into the lobby to dial. After a while, a taxi stopped at the door of Wayne Manor. Bruce got into the car. As soon as he closed the door, the driver greeted him enthusiastically. asked: "Where to go, sir?"
Bruce gave him an address and then kept silent. The driver was very enthusiastic and kept telling him about various news in Gotham, but Bruce was not in the mood to listen at all. When he got there, he gave him some tips and got out of the car. .
The real door to the Batcave is found, and Bruce's own voice comes from inside: "Password."
"Go write your paper!"
"Not available during this time period."
"...What time period is available?"
"password."
"Go write your paper!"
"Not available during this time period."
"Then what time period...what time period does he not write papers?!"
(End of chapter)
