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Chapter 120 Little Jie Bird's Growth Diary

Chapter 120 Little Jie Bird's Growth Diary (Part 2)

In the time that followed.

Jason made significant progress under the rigorous training of his teacher, Deathstroke Slade Wilson.

He went from being unable to fight back at first, to being able to exchange a couple of blows, before being knocked unconscious by a punch.

Then, from being able to last two moves before being knocked unconscious by a punch, it evolved to lasting a dozen or so moves before being kicked unconscious.

Although it looks a bit tragic.

But Deathstroke has to admit that Batman has a good eye for talent.

Jason is a highly talented warrior.

I wish I had adopted this guy back then.

Batman, you really are a pervert, always thinking about all the little boys in your city and dressing them up in Robin's suit with bare legs.

Deathstroke thought silently as he blocked Jason's punch.

Then, in the next second, he raised one leg to block the toe of the foot that was kicking towards his groin.

His tone was somewhat annoyed: "Is this how Batman taught you? To use dirty, underhanded methods?!"

Jason silently withdrew his leg, which had been aimed at the other man's groin, and said while Deathstroke was off guard, "Of course he didn't teach me this; I learned it myself."

"You really are—hey! I'm serious, don't push me too far, you brat!"

Deathstroke is genuinely a little angry.

Just as Jason pulled his front foot back, his other foot launched another attack, heading straight for his groin!

What's wrong? !

Do little birds really like other people's big birds that much?!

Jason whispered, "Don't be so angry. You're an excellent teacher. I just wanted to exchange my earnings for your teaching achievements!"

"hehe."

Deathstroke gave a cold laugh.

He was about to say something when he suddenly flew into a rage: "You're coming again?!"

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His rage revealed a tiny flaw.

Jason caught it instantly!

A rapid punch swung towards Deathstroke's helmet.

Clang!

Does it sound good?

A pleasant sound is a good start.

Jason was punched so hard by Deathstroke that he saw stars and fell to the ground with a thud. At the same time, Deathstroke's own helmet was also hit by a punch from the other party.

"6

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Jason, with swollen eyes, noticed Deathstroke walking menacingly toward him.

He quickly raised his arm to shield himself, and the words that came out of his mouth came out at the speed of a speedster running in Central City.

"You said it yourself! Excessive anger turns a person into a fool!"

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The death knell stopped and hissed.

"You grasped it pretty quickly, huh!?"

"Of course, you are an excellent mentor, and that comes from the bottom of my heart."

Deathstroke nodded slightly and extended his arm.

Jason's swollen eyes stared at Deathstroke's one eye for a moment.

"5

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Then he also stretched out his arm.

The next second, the two of them started fighting.

The meeting ended with a cracking sound as Jason's bones dislocated again.

"Ugh! You've dislocated my bone in the same spot so many times already!!!"

"Oh my god, I'm so sorry, I did it on purpose."

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Deathstroke glanced down at his watch; it was already evening.

Their training that day lasted from morning till night.

Although I spent the whole time playing with the birds, I inevitably had to get a bit more serious towards the end, and it was ultimately a successful training session.

Deathstroke turned and left, a strap on the back of his helmet swaying as he did so.

"Where are you going?"

"Go make money."

Jason looked utterly bewildered: "Wasn't the large sum of money Talia gave you enough?!"

"Only a fool would complain about not having enough money. See you tomorrow, little bird."

Deathstroke waved his hand and left the training room.

After Deathstroke left, Jason could no longer hold on and collapsed to the ground, panting heavily.

"Whoosh"

He wanted to find a more comfortable position to lie down, but his swollen eyelids touched the floor, causing him to gasp in pain.

At this moment, he was lying obediently on the ground, not daring to move at all.

"How's training going, Little Jay?"

A crow appeared, looked at his face, and curiously poked his swollen eyes with its feather.

Little Jay's eyes look a bit pitiful.

One eye had a band-aid on it, while the other eye was completely swollen.

Jason, weak with pain, yelled, "Get out of here!"

Upon hearing this, Ya Ya flew into a rage: "You heartless wretch!"

Jason, exasperated, yelled, "I haven't even said anything about you betraying your teammates!"

Oz shook his head: "I didn't betray my teammate. I know this guy's cousin."

"Really? You call that knowing someone just because they hit you with a truck?"

"Sigh, it's just a minor skirmish."

Oz waved his hand dismissively, then asked, "Want me to give you an injection to speed up the healing process?"

Jason sighed and shook his head slightly, as if afraid of touching his swollen eyes.

"No, this way I can better understand the results of today's training."

"Okay, so, do you want some fries?"

Jason was a little suspicious when he heard what the dead bird said, but his rumbling stomach prevented him from thinking too much about it.

The head rubbed against the floor.

"Give me one."

"Give.

"

Crow pulled a golden French fry out of its rear end and held it to Jason's mouth.

Jason:

"Seriously?!"

"What are you doing! This is my Hammer Space, what do you know!"

"6

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Jason sighed, stretched his neck, and took a bite of the fries.

Then, in the next second, his expression changed drastically, and he spat it out with a "pui" sound.

"Ginger!?"

"Gagaga gagaga gagaga gagaga gagaga gagaga!!!"

Oz flew up excitedly, making a series of mocking noises above the training room.

Jason was amused by the guy's mockery, so he rolled over and looked straight at the crows circling above.

I watched like that for a while.

He suddenly whispered, his voice very soft.

"That's not bad either."

"What?"

Jason turned his head, but he hadn't even seen Talia's figure for a second.

His swollen eyes hit the floor again, and he cried out in pain once more.

"Oh, nothing... I meant this tutor is really good."

Talia walked over to him with a bag of ice, then sat down and rested his head between her legs.

"Just not bad?"

"Very good."

Talia gently applied ice to her swollen eyes and chuckled, "Thirty million dollars in training, and all you get in return is a 'very good'? That won't do."

Apply ice to the swollen wound.

Jason felt a pang of bitterness in his heart, and his fingers clenched together uncontrollably.

It's not because the wound hurts.

It's for other reasons.

It's a collection of memories that have been stirred up.

He recalled the time he was trained by Bruce before he became Robin.

Back then, an elderly man took care of him in the same way after training.

But now...

Jason took a breath and smiled. "Thanks, Mom."

Talia raised an eyebrow, growing increasingly fond of the nickname.

This feeling is just...

That's awesome!!!

I rested for a while.

Jason was helped up by Talia, ready to eat his fill after a day of not having eaten much.

Just then, a crow flew over and landed on his shoulder, saying, "The crow also deserves credit!"

Jason glanced sideways: "What's it to you? This is my mom's money."

It has to be said that when you're faced with some words that are difficult to say...

Perhaps at the beginning, you can't say it, but as long as you say it at some point later.

As long as you say it.

You'll find it easier and easier to pronounce.

They shouted freely.

Just like it is now.

Talia glanced at the grayish-feathered raven on Jason's shoulder and said, "Maybe, who knows?"

"Heh, that big wooden mallet you handed him really chilled me to the bone. Forget about the Raven Chariot from now on!"

"You're so mean, Jason!"

Enraged, the crow slapped Jason and flew away.

Oz is very happy now.

Because he finally started shedding!

After such a long and persistent effort, the molting has finally stopped!

You know, I hadn't been with the little guy for very long when he started shedding.

The rate at which the fur shed was linked to the growth rate of the kitten, and the kitten's growth rate exceeded his expectations.

The rate at which the feathers fell out was beyond imagination.

In short, Jason is in better shape now, and he's hot enough!

Hahahaha! ...

I'm finally losing my fur!!!

and many more....

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