I'll Make You Pay Later

Pfft—

Su Li laughed and spat out, rubbing Yuan Ling's head, "Ling'er, could it be that all the arithmetic teachers at your academy are bald?"

Yuan Ling chuckled, "Not really, all the arithmetic teachers at our academy are quite handsome. It's just that arithmetic is so difficult it gives me a headache! Every time I do problems, I can't help but pull at my hair. If it goes on too long, I'd end up bald!"

"Little guy!" Su Li smiled, closing the book and handing it back to Yuan Ling, having gotten a basic understanding of the arithmetic situation at Wutong Academy.

There were no Arabic numerals here, nor any simple mathematical symbols. Not even a multiplication table. Everything in the arithmetic book was written in Chinese characters. For slightly complex multi-digit multiplication, without vertical notation, it was truly hair-pulling.

Just imagine a math book full of Chinese characters: 122 times 145 equals? In this era, it would be written as "one hundred twenty times one hundred forty-five," and the whole book was like this. It was enough to make anyone's head explode.

While they were talking, the carriage arrived at Wutong Academy.

Su Li tidied up Yuan Ling's clothes, helped him down from the carriage, and standing at the academy gate, smiled warmly, "Ling'er, study hard at the academy. Come to my house on the first day of next month, and I'll make you some delicious food!"

Hearing that Su Li would make delicious food, Yuan Ling's eyes lit up immediately, nodding quickly like a little chick pecking rice, "Sister Ali, don't worry, I'll be good. I want to eat the food you make with your own hands!"

"Good! Go on in!" Su Li put Yuan Ling's little bundle on his back. Being young and childlike, Yuan Ling hopped and skipped into the academy, frequently looking back and waving at Su Li, "Goodbye, sister!"

"Bailu, let's go, first to Zhang Mu's pharmacy," Su Li said as she got into the carriage.

Not far from the academy, Yuan Ling suddenly bumped into someone turning a corner and quickly apologized, "Sorry, sorry, I didn't mean to."

Looking up, Yuan Ling saw a teenage young master with a spoiled appearance.

This person was Liu Hui, a student at Wutong Academy.

Liu Hui's gaze shifted to the carriage at the academy gate, feeling very familiar. Suddenly he remembered, isn't that the carriage from Su Li's home in Haizi Village?!

Thinking of Su Li, Liu Hui's teeth itched with hatred. Irritated, he grabbed Yuan Ling's collar and said, "You little brat, can't you watch where you're going?!"

Yuan Ling was startled and only managed to say sorry blankly.

Liu Hui pointed at the carriage, "You're Yuan Ling, right? I just saw you get off that carriage. The owner is Su Li. What's your relationship with her?"

Yuan Ling swallowed and said, "She, she is my sister."

"Sister?" Liu Hui frowned, "Your surname is Yuan, hers is Su, how can she be your sister?"

Yuan Ling struggled a bit, but Liu Hui grabbed tighter, fiercely saying, "I'm asking you, answer quickly!"

Yuan Ling trembled and said, "My father and Sister Ali's father are biological brothers. But my father was adopted when he was young and took the surname Yuan from his adoptive parents."

Liu Hui stroked his chin, "I see. Tsk, didn't expect Su Li's cousin to also enter Wutong Academy."

Yuan Ling kicked his legs in the air a few times, "I've told you everything you asked. Let me go! If you don't let go, I'll call for help!"

Seeing students and teachers passing by, Liu Hui snorted and loosened his grip. Yuan Ling ran off like a rabbit.

"You little brat, you run fast. Just wait, I'll make you pay next time!"