Dragon Clan: My Dad is Ange

Genji's voice was filled with laughter, and then it completely disappeared into the night.

When Crow lowered the rope ladder, this usually smooth-talking cadre didn't even dare to look Ye Fan in the eye.

Inside the cabin, Yuan Zhisheng gazed at the battlefield receding below him and suddenly said, "The Executive Department will not record anything about today's events."

Ye Fan was wiping the blood off his face with a wet wipe. He raised an eyebrow when he heard this: "I thought you would arrest him. After all, the Executive Minister let a 'ghost' escape. This statement doesn't sound right."

"There's no point in saying this now."

Yuan Zhisheng turned to look at him, the ice in his eyes having melted without him noticing when. "You know I won't do anything."

The helicopter flew over Tokyo Bay, and the bright city lights were outside the window.

Ye Fan suddenly smiled, his canine teeth gleaming in the light. "Today, you seem like a partner of justice—of course, the kind of justice you define yourself."

Yuan Zhisheng did not answer.

He looked down at his blood-stained hands, and suddenly remembered a sentence he had seen in a movie, heard from someone, or read in a literary work: so-called justice is nothing more than the self-satisfaction of the strong.

But tonight, for the first time, he felt that perhaps some choices did not need to be measured by justice.

"Oh right," Ye Fan said, taking out an energy bar from his locker and munching on it. "According to the rules, the dragon slayer's spoils belong to him, right?"

"In theory..."

"Okay! Then everything in that Ghost Clan branch belongs to me!"

"And now, I want to eat kaiseki cuisine at that Michelin three-star restaurant in Ginza! Now! Immediately! Right now!" Ye Fan patted the backrest of the driver's seat and yelled, "Your Japanese branch wouldn't be so stingy as to make them split the bill even for the celebration banquet, right?"

Yuan Zhisheng looked at the man who had just devoured the first generation seed and was now making a fuss about dinner, and suddenly felt the burden in his heart disappear.

He pressed the communication button: "Notify the chef, I will be at the restaurant in two hours. Also..." He glanced at Ye Fan's tattered pants, "Prepare a suit of Armani haute couture."

That night, when Eri appeared in the box wearing a kimono with cherry blossom patterns, Ye Fan was feasting on tuna belly sashimi.

The girl knelt quietly beside him, drew a smiley face on the clipboard and pushed it over.

Ye Fan stuffed a piece of sea urchin sushi at her, then turned to Yuan Zhisheng and winked: "Your sister is much better at entertaining people than you."

The next evening, in front of Uesugi Yue's ramen stall.

Staring at the amber soup in her bowl, Genji suddenly said, "I haven't eaten food this hot in a long time."

"Because ghosts' bodies hate high temperatures?" Ye Fan asked while slurping noodles.

"No, it's because..." Genjiro gently stirred the soup with her chopsticks. "The feeling of being alive is too vivid, and it's actually scary."

Uesugi Yue silently added a double portion of chashu to his bowl.

The news that the academy's future S-level would slaughter a top-level next-generation species had already spread to Kassel Academy through countless electronic means.

When Ye Fan's flight soared into the sky, the Kassel College forum was experiencing the craziest traffic storm since its establishment.

The titles of the posts pinned to the top of the page are more shocking than the last:

Shocking! S-rank freshman single-handedly kills next-generation species! Live video leaked!

Exclusive Analysis: Ye Fan's Bloodline Secret! Has He Surpassed the Principal?

"Blue-Eyed Death God's Tokyo Holiday: From Michelin Three Stars to Street Food Guide"

Is it too late to transfer to the Chinese Department now? I'm waiting online.

The posters were all labeled "News Department·Fingal".

Clicking on the most popular video post, the blurry picture of dark golden dragon wings piercing the night sky caused the barrage of comments to explode:

"This special effect is at least 50 cents!"

"Is the person above blind? This is a Norma-certified, unedited original film!"

"My mom asked me why I was kneeling down to look at my phone."

"Ye Huang, look at me! I want to be your dog!"

The discussion forum was even more bloody.

Supporters were frantically posting emojis of "new king ascending the throne", while skeptics insisted that "it must be the Japanese branch co-operating in the play."

Until three o'clock in the morning, a reply with the principal's certification mark ended all the arguments:

"After verification, the individual killed independently by Ye Fan was confirmed to be a complete second-generation 'Ananda'. Also, while the News Department's report contained some literary exaggeration, the basic facts are accurate. - Cambridge Jackknife"

The forum fell silent for a moment.

Five minutes later, the server crashed due to the record number of concurrent online users.

And at an altitude of 30,000 feet, the protagonist of the incident was sleeping soundly wrapped in a blanket. In his dream, there was a bowl of steaming ramen and many pairs of eyes waiting for his return.

Chapter 111 Caesar Gattuso's Declaration of War

(Don’t ask me why we celebrate the Dragon Boat Festival after the college entrance examination. It’s because of the plot.)

As the morning light of Dragon Boat Festival shone into the bedroom through the gauze curtains, Ye Fan was dreaming that he was standing on the top of the World Tree, looking down at the defeated dragon clan below, and announcing that the world would belong to him, Ye Fan, to rule from now on.

He would only have such arrogant dreams at home. Sleeping somewhere else, no matter how comfortable the bed was or how suitable the temperature was, would never be as safe as at home.

The gust of wind raised by the dragon's wings was suddenly mixed with the fragrance of mugwort. He opened his eyes suddenly and found that his mother Ye Weiwei was standing at the head of the bed with a bunch of fresh calamus.

"What time is it? Are you still sleeping?" Ye Weiwei brushed the tip of his nose with a calamus leaf. "Your guests will be here soon."

Ye Fan sat up with a somersault, and the fragrance of boiled rice dumplings wafted in from the window.

He ran to the balcony in his slippers and saw a giant steamer set up in the yard emitting white smoke. The two-story bamboo structure looked like a miniature rocket launch tower.

Water droplets condensed on the kitchen glass, and through the mist one could see the hills of glutinous rice and bundles of rice dumplings on the cooking table.

"Mom, are you going to open a rice dumpling factory?"

Ye Fan's jaw almost dropped to the ground.

Ye Weiwei put the calamus into the celadon vase without looking up:

"You young people are growing up, so eat more later. I believe your stomachs are big enough anyway."

She suddenly turned around and pinched Ye Fan's cheek:

"But you, you invited a girl to your house without telling me in advance!"

“I didn’t invite you either.”

"Su Xiaoqiang came here with Lu Mingfei..."

Ye Fan made a vague defense, and suddenly his eyes widened, "Wait, how do you know it's a girl?"

There was a doorbell ring in the entrance hall.

When Ye Fan opened the door with his messy hair, Chu Zihang was standing on the steps carrying two boxes of Wufangzhai rice dumplings.

Behind him was Lu Mingfei, who kept wiping his sweat, and Su Xiaoqiang, who was wearing a light green cheongsam. The freshly cut lotus flowers in the girl's hands swayed gracefully in the morning light.

It was obvious that the girl had carefully chosen the clothes she was wearing today. However, she was still a little shy and seemed a little uncomfortable showing herself in a cheongsam in front of her beloved.

"Happy Dragon Boat Festival."

Chu Zihang nodded slightly, his black turtleneck sweater making him look like he was attending an academic conference.

Lu Mingfei poked his head out from behind Chu Zihang and said, "Brother Fan, your family's pot today can cook a mountain of rice dumplings."

Before he could finish his words, Su Xiaoqiang hit him on the head with a lotus.

"Excuse me, Senior Brother Ye."

Su Xiaoqiang smiled with curved eyebrows.

It’s not that she has nothing in common with the school bully she was in, it’s just that it’s really unrelated.

Ye Weiwei's voice drifted from the kitchen: "What are you all doing standing by the door? Mingfei, come and help Auntie move the bayberry wine!"

The following scene made Ye Fan deeply understand what it meant to "occupy the magpie's nest".

Ten minutes later, Su Xiaoqiang was already cutting bacon in front of the counter, wearing his mother's hand-embroidered apron. The two of them were discussing how to process the salted egg yolks, and they burst into laughter from time to time.

Chu Zihang was assigned to process the rice dumplings leaves under the grape trellis, his slender fingers moving through the clear water like some kind of precision instrument.

"Your mother looks at Su Xiaoqiang like she's her daughter-in-law."

"If you keep talking nonsense, I'll kick you to death."

Lu Mingfei was squatting beside a pomegranate tree and secretly eating candied dates when Ye Fan kicked him.

Nearing noon, the courtyard was filled with the aroma of bamboo leaves and glutinous rice.

Ye Fan moved the Eight Immortals Table under the locust tree and watched the army of rice dumplings gradually taking shape on the table.

Su Xiaoqiang's Jiaxing rice dumplings are as angular as geometric models, and each one is tied with the signature colorful cotton thread; Chu Zihang's northern sweet rice dumplings are small and exquisite, with the sweet aroma of red dates and bean paste.

"Try it?"

Su Xiaoqiang suddenly handed over a steaming rice dumpling, his fingertips stained with glistening glutinous rice. "Authentic Gaoyou salted duck eggs with Jinhua ham."

Almost at the same time, Chu Zihang also pushed over a small celadon dish: "Alkaline rice dumplings dipped in sugar."

Ye Fan was torn between the two expectant gazes.

The salty rice dumplings are fresh and fragrant, and the oily egg yolk melts on the tip of the tongue; the sweet rice dumplings are refreshing and sweet, and the sugar crackles between the teeth.

He was just about to act like a balancer when he suddenly noticed Lu Mingfei stealthily stuffing something into the steamer.

"What did you wrap?" Ye Fan narrowed his eyes.

Lu Mingfei mysteriously unveiled the steamer: "The time to witness history has come!"

A square object wrapped in a lotus leaf emerged from the steam, its surface neatly tied with red thread in a crisscross pattern. As the leaf unfolded, a rich aroma of mushrooms and chicken filled the air, and a sticky sauce oozed from the cracks in the glutinous rice.

Lu Mingfei adjusted his non-existent glasses:

"Tradition needs innovation! I used lotus leaves to enhance the fragrance, the square structure to improve space utilization, and chicken instead of pork to reduce fat content..."

"Isn't this fucking glutinous rice chicken?!"

Ye Fan's roar startled the sparrows under the eaves.

Su Xiaoqiang and Chu Zihang stood on both sides of Ye Fan at some point, and the three of them cast their shadows over the chattering Lu Mingfei.

"Zihang, Xiaoqiang, let's not talk about sweet and salty rice dumplings for now."