Dragon Clan: My Dad is Ange

"That knife strike taught me a lot." The girl suddenly looked up, her eyes shining like stars. "When we get to Kassel, I'll ask Mr. Ye... to continue to guide me."

Are you trying to pin it on me? Never mind, we're in someone else's place after all. I'll just pretend to agree and stay out of the school for now.

Ye Fan smiled helplessly: "Okay, you can come to me if you need anything."

After three rounds of drinks, the atmosphere became very lively.

Ye Fan directly adapted a Japanese-style finger-guessing game and forced the two old men, Masamune Tachibana and Inuyama Kaku, to yell "fifteen and twenty".

Yuan Zhisheng was bewildered when he was dragged into the battle, until he was forced to drink three cups of wine before he fought back in anger.

Demon Slayer, a sake specially made for hybrids, appears mild, but its alcohol concentration is comparable to that of industrial alcohol, and it is also mixed with a secret drug that can paralyze dragon blood metabolism.

With Ye Fan and Yuan Zhishenghuang's physical conditions, there should be no need to worry, but they couldn't resist drinking too much. In the end, the two of them just held the wine jar and drank, gulping down one jar after another.

At this amount, even plain water can cause water poisoning, not to mention the alcohol specially made for half-bloods.

Yuan Zhisheng had never met anyone who could drink so much in his life. He was an emperor, but he had never experienced being drunk, and he had always lacked a qualified drinking buddy.

But now Ye Fan has successfully made up for his regret. For the first time, Yuan Zhisheng experienced a creature whose body was even more extraordinary than that of the emperor.

"Come again!" Yuan Zhisheng slammed the table and stood up. His dignity as an emperor made it impossible for him to admit defeat.

"Are you afraid?" Ye Fan picked up the wine jar and said, "If you're a man, blow into it!"

The two men drank heavily, the wine flowing down their chins and soaking their clothes.

Ying stood in the corner, staring at Ye Fan with cold eyes.

It’s all this guy’s fault… The young master has never lost his composure like this before!

Crow was trying so hard to hold back his laughter that he hurt himself, and secretly took out his cell phone to take a picture of Yuan Zhisheng's red face and the dark history he had experienced.

He probably wouldn't see the young master lose his composure like this many times in his life. If possible, he really wanted to join the drinking party and drink with them.

In high spirits after drinking, Ye Fan staggered to the sushi boat and pulled off the fattest part of the bluefin tuna belly.

"Here!" He threw the fish meat to Yuan Zhisheng heroically, "It's more delicious when you eat it raw!"

Yuan Zhisheng took the smooth piece of fish, was stunned for a second, and suddenly grinned: "...Interesting."

The two "Emperor"-level creatures squatted by the boat and feasted on the food without any image, splashing juice everywhere.

Tachibana Masamune and Inuyama He were forced to accept the fish pieces that Ye Fan stuffed into their mouths, and their beards were covered in oil as they ate.

Even Inuyama Hidekazu was taken care of by Ye Fan. Even though he was drunk, Ye Fan specially tore off a small piece of meat and handed it to the girl.

Inuyama Hidekazu held a small piece of fish, knelt behind Ye Fan and took small bites, his cheeks flushed.

What kind of party is this... It's just a bunch of drunks having a wild party, Ying sighed and held her forehead.

But the young master...seems very happy?

She looked at Yuan Zhisheng's rare smile, her eyes slightly softened.

With the glazed lamps swaying and the interweaving of light and shadow, this absurd yet heartwarming banquet lasted until dawn.

Chapter 83: Gentle Persuasion Yuan Zhisheng

The moment Yuan Zhisheng opened his eyes, a sharp pain immediately shot from his temple to his brain.

He subconsciously raised his hand to press against his forehead, only to discover a fine layer of cold sweat breaking out when his fingertips touched his skin. As an "Emperor", his physique should have made him immune to all poisons.

But at this moment, the burning thirst in his throat and the churning discomfort in his stomach were reminding him that he had indeed drunk too much last night.

"water..."

He spoke hoarsely, his voice sounding like it had been sandpapered.

A glass of warm water was immediately handed to him.

Gen Chisheng struggled to prop up his upper body and saw Sakura kneeling beside the bed, her black combat uniform meticulously dressed, as if she had been waiting like this for a long time.

As he took the cup, he noticed the sunlight shining on his fingers. His house was in the best place for sunlight, but if he wanted sunlight to enter the house, it could only be in the afternoon.

"What time is it now?" As the warm water slid down his throat, Yuan Zhisheng felt his mind become clearer.

"One twenty-three in the afternoon, young master." Sakura's voice was calm, but Gen Chisheng keenly caught the flash of reproach in her eyes:

"Don't doubt it, you missed your lunch date with Ms. Eri."

The cup of water shook violently in Yuan Zhisheng's hand, and a few drops of water splashed on the cuffs of his kimono, leaving dark marks.

The monthly lunch was an unwritten agreement between him and Eri, and it was the only time out that the girl, imprisoned in the lower floors of Genji Heavy Industries, could look forward to.

It turned out that he missed it because he was hungover.

"What happened last night?"

Yuan Zhisheng lifted the quilt and found that he was still wearing the black kimono from yesterday, but the belt was hanging loosely around his waist and there were suspicious traces of sauce on the lapels.

The corners of Ying's mouth twitched slightly, and she clearly wanted to complain, but in the end she respectfully told the story of what happened last night:

"You, Mr. Ye, the head of the family, and the head of the Inuyama family continued drinking after the banquet. At first, the head of the family tried to maintain decorum, but after Mr. Ye drank half a tank of 'Demon Slayer'..." She paused, "The head of the family began to sing folk songs by banging on the bowl with chopsticks, and the head of the Inuyama family performed a Noh performance with a tuna belly on his head, and you..."

"That's enough."

Yuan Zhisheng raised his hand to stop him, his ears burning.

Some memory fragments suddenly flashed back - he put his arm around Ye Fan's shoulders and shouted "good brother", stuffed ice into Tachibana Masamune's collar, and finally even tried to perform a sword dance with the spider cut...

The emperor's dignity was shattered to pieces.

He walked quickly to the bathroom, the cold water washed over his face, but it couldn't wash away the lingering shame.

The man in the mirror had dark circles under his eyes and a stubble on his chin. He no longer possessed the dignity of a young master of the Snake Family. Worse still, Eri must be furious inside the room right now.

That innocent girl would express her dissatisfaction in her own unique way - such as short-circuiting the entire floor's circuits or making all electronic devices play the Teletubbies theme song.

These were harmless things, of course, but what concerned Yuan Zhisheng was the guilt he felt towards his sister. He knew he had to make amends to her immediately.

"Prepare afternoon tea immediately, the best kind." Gen Chisheng grabbed a towel and wiped his face roughly. "I'm taking Eri to the Sky Tree Restaurant for dinner now."

"If we leave now, we'll arrive close to four o'clock." A laughing voice came from the bedroom door. "It's not the proper thing for a brother to let a little girl starve until that time."

Yuan Zhisheng turned around suddenly, and water droplets flew out in an arc from the ends of his hair.

Ye Fan leaned against the door frame. He had changed into a dark-colored kimono with long sleeves, which made his skin look even colder and paler.

Unlike his casual outfit yesterday, this time he even tied the ancient silk belt around his waist meticulously, and the black lacquered wooden clogs on his feet made a slight "tapping" sound when they touched the tatami.

What caught his eye the most were his eyes—a deep ocean blue in the dim corridor, completely different from his golden eyes from last night.

"How did you get in?" Yuan Zhisheng narrowed his eyes and his fingers unconsciously touched his waist, but found that the spider was not in its usual position.

"Go through the main entrance."

Ye Fan shook the black and gold business card in his hand:

"The pass given by the Inuyama family is really useful. It even allows me to enter the young master's bedroom."

He glanced at Yuan Zhisheng's messy clothes and wet hair, and his smile deepened:

"Senpai, you don't look like the right person to be the head of the Japan branch's executive department. The word 'embarrassed' shouldn't be associated with the executive department."

Ying moved silently to the side and behind Ye Fan, and a kunai appeared in her hand without her noticing.

Yuan Zhisheng shook his head imperceptibly to stop him: "So what is your purpose in coming here?"

"Don't say such harsh words." Ye Fan walked into the room and picked up the sandalwood comb on the dressing table to play with it:

"From yesterday to this morning, Crow-kun was in my room with me. When I woke up, I heard him talking about something between the young master and the young lady. I came over to take a look out of curiosity."

He imitated the crow scratching its head perfectly. "I understood it immediately - isn't this a typical straight man messing up a sibling relationship?"

Yuan Zhisheng's temples were throbbing.

That big mouth of Crow...wait, this morning? This guy drank the same amount of "Demon Slayer" and is now alive and kicking to tease him?

Ye Fan seemed to see through his doubts and pointed to his temple: "It's a Chinese secret recipe, kudzu root powder and honey water. But it may not be effective for the 'Emperor' physique."

He suddenly became serious. "Honestly, I'm good at coaxing little girls. Do you want some professional guidance?"

Yuan Zhisheng looked at this mysterious junior.

Yesterday's stunning knife strike, his uninhibited behavior at the table, and now his understanding of female psychology...

Ye Fan has so many contradictory traits that it makes people wary. But right now, Eri's situation is indeed tricky.

He looked at his junior's handsome face and thought that he could indeed be called a beauty who brings disaster. A boy like him should be very good at coaxing girls...

"How can you help?" he finally asked cautiously.

Ye Fan's eyes lit up. "From my brief understanding of you, you and your sister must have gone out to eat at some high-end restaurant. To put it bluntly, girls from big families like you probably haven't tried ordinary things, things that most girls would like."

"Your sister shouldn't be very old. Girls of this age are very interested in the outside world."

Gen Chisei was stunned. Eri did often want to sneak out. He also knew it was wrong to keep his sister locked up in that room.

But he really had no choice. Eri's fighting ability was too terrifying. If he let her go out to play, if the girl couldn't control her emotions, Tokyo would be in trouble.

Even with him by her side, he wasn't sure he could completely deal with Eri's fighting ability.

It would be great if we could have one more emperor-level fighter...!

Yuan Zhisheng suddenly looked up at Ye Fan. He might not have the combat power of the emperor level, but wasn’t there an S-level one, which was second only to the emperor level?

Chapter 84: First meeting Eri, what a lovely girl

Moreover, based on Ye Fan's physical performance, Yuan Zhisheng even suspected that his physical fitness was better than his own. The other party was definitely not just an ordinary S-level bloodline.

Yuan Zhisheng even felt that Ye Fan's bloodline might have been infinitely close to the critical blood limit of the Black King's bloodline, second only to them, the emperors.

At this time, Crow also hurried over from behind, and he shouted anxiously: "Mr. Ye, that's where the young master lives. You can't force your way in."

Then he saw Ye Fan and the young master standing together chatting. Seeing that the young master had no intention of objecting, Crow stopped and slowly walked over.

He touched the back of his neck where Ye Fan had hit him.

I don’t know what happened to Mr. Ye just now. He is usually a very approachable person, but he was suddenly knocked unconscious and thrown into the room.

The reason for doing this is to chat with the young master? If you had told me earlier, I would definitely bring it to you.

Looking at the crow running towards him, Ye Fan could only smile awkwardly on the surface.