I heard Mr. Ye is a good dragon?

"how could be!"

Ye Heng was afraid that his confinement would be prolonged, so he quickly made up a reason: "I'm really not good at arithmetic, and what's more, sir, your southern accent is a bit strong, and I can't understand some parts."

"If you understand me, you're just a duck! Squeeze hard!"

"Um...what do you mean?"

The old accountant was fooled for the time being, but Ye Heng didn't heave a sigh of relief—although the progress of the course was slow, it would not keep swaying in place, and he would still be punished in the long run.

So every night he sat in front of the window, sighed while making calculations, and after sighing, typed it again, and made a mistake again.

After repeating this for a few days, Ye Heng was a little bit broken. When the husband walked on his front foot, he lay on his back foot on the bed.

Bailong jumped off the beam and swam onto the bed all the way: "You don't care about your homework today?"

"What's the matter? I can't do well, so I might as well sleep."

As Ye Heng said, he turned over and stretched his legs limply, which meant to give up completely.

Bailong climbed up to his chest: "Then you are not afraid of being imprisoned?"

"Go away, my father can still lock me up for the rest of my life? If I don't read, can he just put the book in my mouth and eat it?"

Thinking of this, he gained more courage to sleep. He rubbed his feet to the edge of the bed, took off his shoes, pulled off his belt, and pulled the curtain, ready to sleep in the dark.

Bai Long leaned into his ear and hissed, "What if you can settle the score?"

Ye Heng opened one eye: "What? You plan to turn me into a new one with water, and then go to abacus class for me?"

"There is an easier method, which costs almost no mana." Bai Long wagged his tail, "Go to sleep first, and you will find out tomorrow."

Since the last time Bailong manipulated the ink without any serious problems, Ye Heng has given him a high level of trust.In addition, the accumulated exhaustion of so many days prompted him to yawn, and he closed his eyes, relaxed his body, and quickly fell asleep.

After waking up the next day, the little white snake entangled beside him changed. It grew four snow-white legs, each with slender five toes at the end, and the ends of the five toes were round, like a person wearing gloves. .

Ye Heng looked at him for a moment, and became confused: "You have become a four-legged snake, so you can help me?"

"Of course more than that. I watched what he taught you on the beam a few days ago, and I have already learned it. I will hide it on your chest and remind you when the class is over." Bai Long said, and turned to him Get under the clothes, "Try it now."

Bailong had legs and crawled very fast. Ye Heng felt a rustle in his sleeves, and the coolness crawled to his chest. His two front paws covered his left forehead, and his two back paws Grab his right rump, and wrap his tail firmly around his shoulder.

"Now take out the account book, and make calculations while reporting the account quietly. Remember, it is better to play slowly than to play solidly. If you make a mistake, I will pull you. If the top is wrong, pull the left side. If you make a mistake and pull to the right, you should stop immediately, move the bead to the position of the previous step, think again and then strike again.”

Ye Heng got up to bring the ledger, but he still couldn't keep his feet on the ground. It wasn't that he didn't believe in Bailong, but that he didn't believe in himself—sometimes for some reason, he clearly wanted to concentrate, but he still felt confused for a while.

He couldn't help asking: "Then what if I can't think about it?"

"Then I'll tell you directly."

"Okay." Ye Heng turned the account book to the part used for the last class practice, and the husband had already given the answer, "Just try this, if I can type this number after your guidance, I will use this method."

The matter of confinement has actually been lingering in Ye Heng's mind, because he has never been a person who can bear loneliness.So once he had the hope of breaking his loneliness, he cooperated and forgot about washing and breakfast.

Seeing that he hadn't opened the door to call for someone, Zhaocai came over to open the door: "Master, it's time to get up—in half an hour, sir will come—"

He raised his voice and shouted, only to see Ye Heng sitting in front of the mirror, making plans against the morning light, and replied calmly without raising his head: "You do it first, I'll come later."

Since Zhaocai was born, he has never seen such a peaceful scene on his master, so he stared at him for a long time with wide eyes, thinking in his heart: For Bailong, the young master even made the abacus, which he is not good at I have worked hard to learn it!

So Zhaocai remained silent, and quietly prepared the towel for the basin, and brought in the food box first, and then stood aside and waited.

But at this moment, he saw Ye Heng shivering.

"Master, you..."

"Don't interrupt my train of thought!" Ye Heng raised his hand to stop him, then retracted his hand and moved slowly on the abacus.

Zhaocai shut his mouth in fright.

But then, Ye Heng shivered again.

Zhaocai stretched out his hand, but he didn't dare to get close to do anything, he could only watch, and heard Ye Heng muttering to himself: "Why is it wrong again? Oh... third gear, up to third, right, right..."

After two more twitches like this, Ye Heng finally stood up from the chair, stretched his waist and came to wash up.

Zhaocai got the chance to speak, and immediately vomited: "Master, why were you shivering just now, did you suffer from the cold? Don't be sick?"

Ye Heng shook his head and shook off the water droplets on his face: "It's okay."

He slept well at night, Zhaocai didn't see the sickness on his face, so he didn't ask the bottom line, he just persuaded: "It's fine if you have nothing to do. It's a good thing for you to work hard, but don't hurt yourself."

"I know." Ye Heng bit the toothbrush into his mouth, and at the same time wiped the water droplets on his chin carelessly with a towel, "I only do that when I plan. It may be caused by too many mistakes and being too nervous..."

Ye Heng brushed his teeth as if he was going to a market, and then began to feast. Seeing that he had a good appetite, Zhaocai was relieved, and went out with a basin and other things.

As soon as he left, Ye Heng immediately patted his chest, and whispered: "Let go! Come out to eat!"

Immediately, Bailong popped his head out of his collar, and jumped onto the table with all his might.

Ye Heng gave him a piece of roasted swallow meat, while he took a big mouthful of bean paste buns, and said vaguely: "Zhaocai seems to have not heard you at all."

"Of course," Bai Long said with a hint of complacency in his tone, "I never make mistakes in my work."

"In that case, can we have a discussion?" Ye Heng put down the bun and rubbed his chest with his free hand, "Since you can talk, why don't you pull my butt?"

Bai Long turned his head to look at him: "Does it hurt? I have relaxed more than last time."

"It's not painful, but... it's swollen!" Ye Heng opened his collar and looked down, then grabbed the snake and stuffed his head into the collar, "Look! It's so swollen! Did you do it on purpose! "

Bai Long was just now focused on listening to the sound of the beads being twitched, he didn't pay attention to it, now he took a closer look and saw that his two beads were really red and swollen, not the usual pink and small ones.

"Ah..." Bai Long was surprised, "Is human skin so tender?"

"You said that, who can be rough there?" Ye Heng caught him out again and put him back on the table, rearranging his neckline, "Don't climb on my chest at night! It's sudden, sir, I still think I have a convulsion Woolen cloth!"

"But Zhaocai was far away from you just now, but the teacher was close to you during the class. He may not be able to hear my voice. It's better to remind me silently. If you are afraid of swelling, I can use my tongue."

Bai Long spoke righteously, but Ye Heng saw that his eyes were slender and slender, just like a fellow man, squinting proudly, suddenly became angry, and pinched his neck: " Nasty smelly snake! How dare you call yourself a dragon? Dragon is your virtue? If you don’t want to help, just stay on the sidelines, no one is begging you!"

After speaking, he put the roasted swallow and snake together in the low cabinet under the mirror, and returned to the round table to munch on breakfast.

The whole morning passed, and Ye Heng didn't bring Bailong to class. When he returned to the room for lunch at noon, he went to open the cabinet door and found that the roasted swallow was not missing a few dollars. When Bailong saw him, his eyes rounded again. Looking like a black bean, his mouth was curled down, and his head was buried in the nest he had made.

Ye Heng suspected that he was pretending to be pitiful, because he had made many evil mistakes to himself, but his current appearance was too weak and helpless, so people had to feel pity and take him out to feed him.

Bailong seemed to be very hungry, and he ate a lot silently under Ye Heng's feeding.After finishing the meal with great difficulty, the two made peace naturally, and changed the part of the plan to pull the hair from the buttocks to armpit hair.

I have to admit that Bailong is more talented than him in abacus calculations, and the class in the evening finally went smoothly, and my husband completely dispelled his suspicions about him, and continued the class further.

After more than ten days like this, half of Ye Heng's already sparse armpit hair disappeared, but correspondingly, he also encountered a major event that had never happened in a century—Mr. Abacus actually praised him!

"Children can be taught, Young Master Ye is making rapid progress!"

Ye Heng looked at the old man with his beard and smiled, and replied with a smile: "That's still my master's ability. If I meet my father tomorrow, I will make him think highly of you! As for my father asking you about me, I'm not afraid." Please...hehe..."

The two looked at each other and smiled, without saying anything.

On such a wonderful night, the husband didn't leave any questions, Ye Heng was free, and took a rare bath again.

This time it is still the same bath tub with Bailong, but the white snake is slender, and the scales will be cleaned after a few strokes with your hands. In a wooden bowl, let him float on the water, and chat with him while washing yourself.

"You can actually be praised by that old-fashioned old man. Have you ever learned abacus before?"

Bai Long shook the snake's head: "No."

Ye Heng took a bath bean and smeared it on his body: "Talent. What did you learn before?"

Before he could answer, Ye Heng made his own guess: "I must have learned to play the flute. I saw that Mu Yu, who played the flute in your performance, has been around for years."

"100."

"What?" After hearing this number, Ye Heng slipped his hand, and the bath bean fell directly into the water.

Bailong poked out the tail of the snake, picked up the bath beans and returned them to his hand, while repeating: "I have played the flute for 100 years."

Ye Heng picked up the bath beans again, and he regained his composure: "...Yeah, you've lived for a long time, even if you brag about 200 years, it's not surprising. But I never thought that you would be like a literati with such a teasing personality. Yashi also likes to play the flute."

"I don't like playing the flute."

Ye Heng wondered: "Then why have you played for 100 years? Could it be that your father wanted you to learn it?"

Bai Long was silent for a while, then suddenly raised his head to face him, and said in a serious tone: "Because you like listening to people playing the flute."