"Dean, I'm a public figure, if I withdraw from the eyes of others for too long, others will forget about me, not to mention that the work has been arranged before, I'll go out for a while, and come back the same day when I go out."

The old dean properly treated the wound, finished all the work of the nurse, and then pressed several other places on Song Yi's body.

"Does it hurt here?"

"It doesn't hurt."

"And what about here?"

"Hmm, it's a little itchy."

The old dean wrote a few strokes on the medical record, and said without raising his head: "The recovery is very good, according to this level, I can let you go out for a day next week, the premise is - you have to continue to recover according to this level." ”

"Okay." Song Yi nodded.

After sending away the old dean who had been told again and again, and Secretary Zhang, who had confiscated all the tools of the crime, Zhao Huaiming peeled an apple for Song Yi.

"Zhao Huaiming, what do you think of my dad?" Song Yi, who was eating an apple, suddenly asked.

Zhao Huaiming raised his head from the report.

"Like you, a very calm person. But Dad, he looks more ...... than you Wisdom. ”

"Isn't it just balder than me, and it sounds so good." Song Yi whispered an underestimate.

"Why do you ask this all of a sudden?"

This is a good question, Song Yi stuffed the leftover apple into Zhao Huaiming's mouth.

"Because I don't know what kind of person he is, because I want to know what kind of person he is when people who don't have that level of blood relationship think he is."

In the past few days when she was hospitalized, they had talked about related topics too many times, and Song Yi felt a little tired and bored, and she missed physics and mathematics very much now.

I miss those interesting puzzles.

However, chatting with Zhao Huaiming is not bad, because for now, the other party also seems to have an interesting soul, but the problem is that they don't seem to have any common language.

"I'm a little bored, would you mind talking to me about math puzzles?"

Zhao Huaiming didn't want to find guilt for himself, so he put the profit statement on Song Yi's lap.

"I'll teach you accounting."

"Accounting is fun?"

"Well," Zhao Huaiming's face did not change and he was talking nonsense, "Accounting and numbers are linked, you will like it." ”

"Say it."

Zhao Huaiming studied Jingrong, in addition to the compulsory subjects required for graduation, he also taught himself a lot of things, accounting is one of the small branches, but also the simplest category.

Song Yi is very smart, Zhao Huaiming gave her a brief explanation, and she understood.

Then she quickly understood that she was fooled by Zhao Huaiming.

Accounting is indeed linked to numbers, but it's only a link, and as for the problem, there's a fart problem.

also found that the accountant couldn't stop Song Yi, and she saw that she was about to make trouble for herself again, so Zhao Huaiming quietly introduced the topic - stocks.

Stocks are a high-yield and high-risk thing, most people play stocks, playing with a heartbeat, but Zhao Huaiming is different, he is one of the gods, playing is never a heartbeat, but a skill.

In addition to stocks, Zhao Huaiming also plays a lot of things that others dare not play.

"You can play with my account for a while." Zhao Huaiming handed over his mobile phone to Song Yi.

Song Yi, a pure novice, asked him while studying the interface of the APP.

"You're not afraid that I'll lose it for you?".

"It's okay," Zhao Huaiming calmly compared, "If you lose, you'll lose." ”