My love game is too abstract.

Chapter 129: Want me to help you? Unless...
Yaluo stood on the top floor of the teachers' tower, in front of the door of the office prepared exclusively for Zeshia.

Serving as the office area for all faculty members, the tower is one of the oldest buildings in the college.

In such an old and scarce place, it is quite impressive to prepare a separate office for Zeshia.
He was holding a box of nutty orange-flavored cakes that he used to bribe the Silver Dragon, which cost two Sik.

There is a sign hanging in front of the office door:
"The Dragon King is working, no one is allowed to enter."

Ignoring the sign, I knocked on the door, and then the pleasant voice of Silver Dragon came from inside.

"Come in."

He turned the doorknob and went in.

The office's decor is in stark contrast to the dilapidated old tower outside, full of the smell of luxury and copper. Baroque style seems minimalist compared to it.

Perhaps they thought that Zeshia, as a dragon, would like this golden decoration style decorated with various gems.

At this time, Yinlong was lazily curled up in the sofa with a bag of snacks on her stomach, and opposite her desk was a latest model projector.

Zeshia's attention was all on the projector. From time to time, she would put a small snack into her mouth and chew it with a smacking sound, looking like someone who had nothing to do all day after eating.

She didn't care who came in and watched the sitcom that was being shown without blinking.

Yaluo saw that the desk was already filled with various desserts and delicacies, some high-end, some exquisite, and some rare. The office was filled with a sweet aroma. Compared with this, his own little cake seemed a bit shabby.

He walked up to Silver Dragon and looked at her for a moment. Seeing that her attention was still on the movie, he reached out and pinched her soft face.

With a snap, his hand was slapped away by the silver dragon, and the golden eyes glared at him.

"Did you come to my office just to do something as boring as this?" Zeshia said coldly.

"So you know it's me." Yaluo said.

"Tsk, I smelled your disgusting odor when you were downstairs." Zeshia snorted.

Although he knew that he was being mocked, Yaluo still subconsciously sniffed the collar.

It only tasted of the onion soup that had dripped onto it at lunch.

"Are you still unhappy about what happened yesterday? I bought you a cake." Yaluo held up the small cake and shook it in front of her.

"Tsk, there are so many desserts here for the king, who wants yours." Zeshia glanced over.

"Then I'll take it."

Yaluo turned to leave, but the cake in his hand was snatched away by a dragon's tail.

Zeshia took the cake from the tip of her tail, opened it skillfully, picked up the small fork that came with it, and started eating it.

While eating, he muttered quietly: "After doing such an excessive thing, he only brought a piece of cake."

She still had the cake in her mouth and turned to look at him and said.

"What do you want from me?"

"I just wanted to come and see my lovely girlfriend." Ya Luo leaned on the desk and said with a smile.

Zeshia snorted, took two large pieces of cake and stuffed them into her mouth, then pointed at him with the fork that was slightly stained with cream, her eyes serious:

"If you're alright, go back quickly. Be careful or I'll mark you as absent."

"You really sound like a strict old professor." Yaluo said.
"Well, actually I came here to ask you to do me a small favor."

"What's the deal?"

"Just sign it for me."

Yalu took out the teacher guarantee form and handed it to Zeshia.

She took it and took a look.

"Confirmation letter from the community guarantor?" Zeshia raised her eyebrows.

"What are you doing with this thing?"

"As long as it's useful."

Zeshia glanced at him, not bothering to care why he was setting up a club. She put the form on the table and was about to pick up a pen to sign, but stopped.

She put down her pen, leaned back in her chair, and looked at him with her arms folded.

"So, how do you want to thank me?"

"I buy you a different flavor of cake every day."

"Not interested in."

"Well, then I will submit both of those papers praising your charm in high quality."

"you"

This touched upon Yin Long's sensitive spot. She blushed and glared at him: "If you dare to mention those two papers again, I will bite your head off!"

"So what do you want?" Yaluo spread his hands. Zeshia raised her lips to him and said, "If you want me to sign, you have to be my slave for a day and do whatever I tell you to do."

"Hey, do you have to humiliate me in such a way?"

"I don't want to."

Zeshia threw away the form,
"Tsk, okay." Yaluo agreed reluctantly.

Anyway, when the time comes, all I have to do is please her. I can't come up with any new tricks, right?
"Very good. Then this Sunday, no matter what you need, you must come to my room and let me do whatever I want."

Zeshia then signed the form with satisfaction.

"Thank you, my king."

She pressed the form into Yaluo's arms.

Yaluo picked it up and took a look. There was nothing wrong with it. Then he turned his gaze to Zeshia:

"Want a kiss before you go?"

As he spoke, he leaned down towards the silver dragon.

But Zeshia raised her foot and stepped on his chest, preventing him from getting any closer.

"You are only fit to kiss my feet now." Zeshia glared at him and snorted coldly.

"That's okay too."

Yaluo grabbed Yinlong's slender ankle, pulled off the socks with one hand, and then kissed the tender and rosy toes.

Zeshia pursed her lips and looked at him, her cheeks slightly red. She turned her head away in displeasure and clicked her tongue.

With Zeshia's guarantee, the club's application was approved in two days, and they were assigned an empty small room next to the library as a temporary activity room.

Although the cabin is simple, it is perfect for a new start.

He cleaned up the hut so that at least people who came in would have a place to sit.

He received the news in the morning that as the director, he needed to write a club log every day. During this month, the student union would come to conduct random inspections from time to time to decide the life or death of the club.

But it's a good thing to start.

He also made several club posters and posted them in several corners of the college with high traffic, using the gimmick of free help in solving problems to attract people.

When he had no classes, he would go to the small room and sit there, waiting for people to come. He also hung a small mailbox at the door so that when he was not there, people could write their needs on a piece of paper and put it in the mailbox.

He had originally prepared for a quiet start, but unexpectedly, quite a few people came on the first day the posters were posted.

It's just that the requirements are hard to assess.
"Can you help me with anything here?"

"Yes, as long as it's within my ability and not illegal."

"Then help me with my homework."

"Well, this can't be done."

"I signed up for a class I don't like and now I don't want to go. Can you substitute for me?"

“I have classes to attend myself.”

"I suspect my girlfriend is cheating on me, and I'd like you to help me track her down and collect evidence."

"I said I wouldn't do anything illegal like this."

"We need someone to test a new project, would you be willing?"

"What new project?"

"It's about tying you to a firework and testing its ability to carry and fly."

"Forgive me for refusing."

"I've never been a father in my life. Could you please be my son for a day so I can experience it?"

".roll."

"You can do anything you say."

"Yes, but it can't be illegal, can't involve academics, can't affect other people, and can't be insulting."

"Don't worry."

"That is."

"The wheat in my hometown is ripe, and I'm short of people to help harvest it. If you're willing, you can go back tomorrow. The work will take about half a month. Don't worry, food and accommodation are provided."

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(End of this chapter)