In a remote corner of Lugaoyin City, I held my waist with one hand and the wall with the other, like an old man who suddenly lost his waist while walking on the street, and screamed in pain.

How did Beansa gain such strength? It's even more insane than a barbarian. I'm as strong as a bear, with a big waist with eight-pack abs. Being hugged by her, it felt like I was wearing a waist skirt.

It seems that I have lost a lot of weight.

Glancing at Biansha's slender and white arms, I felt that this was not scientific at all, let alone magic. Could it be that my little junior sister was actually a giant dragon?

Such tragedies cannot happen again. No, I am still teaching my junior sister tirelessly, hoping that she will repent.

"Beansa, it's wrong to attack someone from behind, do you understand?"

"I understand, senior brother." Beansa nodded sweetly while licking the honey on her fingers.

"Then how should I greet senior brother from behind in the future?"

"Just something normal will be fine, like a pat on the shoulder or something like that."

"Is that so?" Beansa licked her fingers clean, looked at her little hands blankly, and then patted my back gently.

"boom--!!!"

"..."

A certain Druid, whose body made the word "no" and embedded deeply into the wall, silently shed two lines of tears.

"Beansa, you idiot, you did it on purpose, right?" Pulling out my body from the wall, I turned my head and roared.

"Because Beansa is very happy to see senior brother. He can't help but feel excited and energetic."

Beansa clenched her little fists and looked at me with bright black eyes, excited and aggrieved, as if she was a puppy that had been sitting at the door for three days, finally looking forward to its owner coming home.

Seeing Biansha like this, I lost all temper and just kept stroking her black hair.

"Ah!" Suddenly, Beansa clapped his palms and seemed to remember something.

"No, the teacher said you can't trust others casually." As she said this, the stupid junior sister slapped her hand away from her head.

I rolled my eyes. That old man had really made Beansa suspicious.

"Can't you even believe me?"

"No, no, I just want to prove it."

"prove?"

"Yes, show me the evidence that you are Beansa's senior brother."

"Evidence? What evidence?"

"Passed Beansa's test." As if the question was on point, Beansa narrowed his eyes into a (>_) shape, gestured with his hands in great joy, and pointed at me.

"Test?" I was slightly startled, then smiled.

"You have made so many excuses, just because you want to play games with me, right?"

"That's right, let's play games together, play games with senior brother." Long Live Beansa cheered.

"Okay, since you sincerely plead, then I will satisfy you."

As soon as I finished speaking, the atmosphere between Beansa and I suddenly became dangerous. She suddenly jumped back and opened a few meters away from me. Then, we began to move step by step cautiously and solemnly.

Without looking away from each other for a moment, they circled in circles.

"First of all, Beansa poses a question. Take the move!" Beansa held his mouth with his hands in a shouting posture of "You are all idiots".

"Listen, on the first day, senior brother gave Beiansha six jars of honey. On the second day, senior brother gave Beiansha four jars of honey. On the third day, senior brother gave Beiansha eight jars of honey. Ask, now Beiansha

How many jars of honey are there in total?"

"Hmph, it's too easy!" Grandpa Mao told me since I was a child that we should despise the enemy strategically and pay attention to the enemy tactically.

So, even though I said disdain, I quickly started counting on my ten fingers.

There were six altars on the first day, and four altars on the second day. Oops...it was beyond the calculation range of ten fingers. You, Beansa, have really sinister intentions.

But it’s not a problem for me. Now I will tell you why I am a senior brother and you can only be a junior sister.

With a sneer, I put up two thumbs up.

That's right, now I want to think of these two thumbs as 5, so that the fingers are enough.

Adding up the first and second days... I calculated that it was exactly ten altars, which means it was exactly two thumbs.

I straightened my two thumbs first.

Then the third day is the Eight Altars.

I stretched out my fingers one by one and counted, one jar, two jars, three jars...

When the eight altars are counted, all the fingers are straightened.

Huh, I've already seen the ending.

I pushed the bridge of my nose deeply, and my wise and cold eyes were reflected from the lens (imagination).

Look at the ten straight fingers, here represent the ten altars, and don’t forget, there was another ten altar just now, these two thumbs...um...this...that...ah...eh?

I:"……"

Ahem, it should be... No, there is absolutely no miscalculation. Ten altars plus one ten altar are exactly twenty altars!!!

"I know the answer!" Transformed into the reversal of the mathematical emperor, I pointed straight at Beansa, even if you are my junior sister, I will not show mercy today.

"The answer is...twenty..."

No, wait!!!

Suddenly, I was shaken all over, and my juniors were instantly soaked in cold sweat.

No, this is a trap!!!

"Humph, Beansa, I have to say, you are very smart, and you almost deceived me, senior brother." After seeing through Beansa's trick, I clicked my tongue and shook my index finger. It's a pity, it was just a little bit close, you still lose.

.

Under Beansa's shocked and disbelieving gaze, I put away all ten fingers and raised my head to the sky with a hearty roar: "It's zero, there's not even a jar left, right, because Beansa has eaten up all the honey."

!”

"Wha... what? Beansha took a full ten days to think about the difficult problem, and unexpectedly... was easily seen through. As expected of senior brother." Beansha staggered back a few steps and leaned against the wall, feeling frustrated and helpless.

He squatted down.

"What, Biansha, are you ready to admit defeat?" I stood in front of Biansha, like her life mentor, and yelled loudly.

Beansa stood up with a strong look in his eyes: "Beansa, we haven't lost yet. Beansa will never give up until the last moment."

"Yes, that's it. This is my junior sister." I took Beiansha's little hand and led her to run on the beach under the sunset, pursuing her dreams.

Great, the intermission is over and the battle continues!

It was my turn to jump back and keep a few meters away from Beansara. I lowered my body, raised my hands into fists on my face, and kept throwing jabs. My feet kept jumping and moving at high speed.

Like a boxer wondering.

"Take the move, Beansa, tell me the question. On the first day, Beansa gave me eight jars of honey, on the second day, Beansa gave me four jars of honey, and on the third day, Beansa gave me another

I have six jars of honey, how many jars of honey do I have now?"

"This kind of problem can't trouble Beansa!"

He placed his hands on his hips in a very imposing manner and gave a majestic shout. Beansa quickly carried it on his back and started counting on his fingers.

After a while, which probably took twice as long as it took me, Biansha turned around confidently, and his petite nose kept humming proudly.

"It seems that you have already figured out the answer, so tell me." I was unmoved. Because Beansa is a fool, and the more confident she is, the worse she will lose.

"It's too simple. Beansa has already calculated it. It's twenty altars. It's twenty altars, right? Senior brother simply used the question I just asked intact, but just reversed the three-day number.

That’s all.”

"It's amazing, I didn't expect you to discover this." I clapped and exclaimed.

"Uh-huh, hahahaha, because Beansa is a genius."

"But it's a pity that although you noticed the flaw, the answer was wrong."

"Wha...what?" Beansa's proud expression immediately stiffened.

"Yeah, it's a pity. Think about it, is there still honey in the honey jar that passed through Beansa's hands? So the honey jars Beansa gave me were all empty. The answer is - zero!!!

"

"No...impossible, Beansha actually lost to me." Staggering back, and finally sitting on the ground, Beansha murmured with a pale face, as if he had received a huge and painful blow, and whispered unwillingly.

Choked up.

Hum hum hum, this is called treating others in their own way. I laughed deeply a few times. Maybe, from now on, I should change my name to Murong Fan. What is the slogan? By the way, it is "Auntie"

Outside Su City, Murong Fan sang on the passenger ship in the middle of the night. With these words, he was definitely charming and suave, and could scare the shit out of his enemies.

"Beansa lost." After a while, my idiot junior sister finally seemed to accept the fact of losing, patted her butt and stood up.

"As expected of senior brother, Beiansha is convinced."
To be continued...