Dragon Clan: My Dad is Ange

Success in college entrance examination

There is a bright future to pursue, and there are also years to look back on.

Goodbye, it’s worth meeting you!

Haha, of course, I also wish good luck to those in the third year of junior high school, but I believe that our readers’ knowledge will make it easy for them to pass the high school entrance examination.

Chapter 117 Father and son meet

The door of the principal's office at Kassel College is made of walnut, with a pattern of the World Tree inlaid with silver wire.

Just as Ye Fan was about to knock on the door, he heard the crisp sound of ice colliding from inside.

"Come in." Ange's voice was lower than usual. "The door is not locked."

The moment he pushed the door open, Ye Fan's blue eyes narrowed slightly.

The office, which used to display dragon specimens and antique weapons, was completely renovated: the Persian carpet was replaced with softer cashmere, there were a few more ink paintings on the wall, and even the cigar smell that had been lingering for years was replaced by a light sandalwood.

Ange stood in front of the tea table, with the sleeves of his white shirt rolled up to his elbows, revealing the blue veins on his forearms.

"Sit down." He pointed to the single sofa across from me. "Can I have some black tea?"

Ye Fan noticed that there was no whiskey like in the novel on the tea table, but instead a set of bone china tea set.

Angers' technique of making tea is very professional - the water temperature is controlled at 96 degrees, and when pouring water, it slowly rotates along the wall of the cup, as if completing some kind of ritual.

"I don't think young people your age like to add milk to their tea."

The principal pushed the teacup over, his eyes curved into crescents behind his gold-rimmed lenses.

"This is a Darjeeling spring pick, borrowed last year from a mixed-race family in India..."

The tea is amber in color, and its aroma penetrates into your nose as if it has life.

Ye Fan took a sip, and his taste buds were immediately occupied by the mellow fruity aroma, with a faint honey fragrance hidden in the aftertaste.

It was indeed top-grade black tea, but what surprised him even more was Ange's attitude—this dragon slayer, known for his ruthlessness, was now as kind as a considerate elder.

"You're looking for me..." Ye Fan put down his teacup, "I think you're not here to discuss the tea ceremony."

Ange chuckled and took out a brown paper bag from the drawer. Ye Fan caught a glimpse of a corner of a document sticking out of the bag, which had the Kassel school emblem printed on it.

"Relax, it's just a routine conversation."

The principal flipped open the file. "Your resume in China is quite impressive. Chu Tianjiao's report mentioned that you dealt with Odin alone?"

"Strictly speaking, this wasn't solved by me. You should know better than me what kind of existence solved it. Uncle Chu actually reported this to you, and you didn't react, which means you know the whole story."

Ye Fan lowered his eyes and said.

He knew very well that Chu Tianjiao would report the matter to Angers, so he had no intention of hiding it from the very beginning.

Now it seems to be true.

Ange sighed, "This is truly a feat unparalleled in the history of dragon slaying. It's a shame I can't show this to the world. It can only be kept in a top-secret archive for now."

"The Chinese hybrids have been very active lately."

Changing the subject, Ange casually mentioned:

"For example, your elimination of the Kowloon Walled City has been recorded in your file. Even if it's kept in the Executive Department, it's a very good resume."

"I was just forced to fight back. To be honest, I'm actually a pacifist."

Ye Fan smiled helplessly.

"I know, I know. This is the same as mine. I am also a peace-loving person."

Ange smiled and nodded, as if he particularly agreed with Ye Fan's words.

The conversation gradually turned to the distribution of power among the major mixed-blood families.

Ange handles each topic with perfect precision, displaying profound knowledge without sounding like an interrogation.

When talking about Ye Fan's mother, Ange's fingers stayed on the rim of the cup for 0.3 seconds longer.

"Your mother... was amazing." Ange's gaze pierced through the wisps of tea mist. "When she took you away..."

Ye Fan suddenly sat up straight.

This action made Ange pause for a moment, then he continued calmly: "I mean, it's not easy for a single mother to raise a mixed-race child."

"Yes, it is indeed not easy."

Ye Fan said with his eyes slightly narrowed.

He could sense that something was wrong with the atmosphere.

An owl hooted outside the window.

Ye Fan stared at the third button of the principal's shirt - there was an inconspicuous silver badge with a vine wrapped around a sword.

"It's getting late now. Even the owls have started hooting."

Ye Fan reminded.

This sentence seemed to touch something.

The principal stood up and walked to the window. The moonlight cast his tall figure on the carpet. Ye Fan noticed that his posture was deliberately relaxed, as if he was afraid of scaring something away.

"It's getting late." When the clock struck eleven, Ange suddenly turned around. "One last personal question..."

Ye Fan had already walked to the door and stopped when he heard the words.

He heard the rustling of papers, followed by the gentle swaying of the pocket watch chain - Ange always touched the antique pocket watch before making an important decision.

"Allow me to tell you something."

The principal's voice suddenly became very soft, as if he was afraid to wake someone from a dream. "I am your biological father."

The air freezes.

Ye Fan slowly turned around and saw Ange holding a genetic test report. Two columns of data were printed beneath the gold-plated Kassel badge. The 99.98% similarity conclusion was circled in red, and next to it was Guderian's signature—the sampling date was the day he reported to the academy.

"Your mother didn't tell you because..." Ange didn't finish his words.

The teacup smashed to pieces on the carpet.

Ye Fan's golden eyes burned to the extreme, and the metal objects in the office began to resonate.

He thought of the old photos that Ye Weiwei always stroked late at night, and the dream he occasionally had - in the dream, someone used a pocket watch to lull him to sleep, and "Tomylioncub" was engraved on the inside of the watch cover.

"evidence."

Ye Fan's voice seemed to come from far away, suppressed and ethereal, yet clear.

"This report is the evidence. I think you've already seen it. You and I are indeed the closest blood relatives in the world."

Ange sighed, but spoke firmly.

Ye Fan suddenly laughed.

This smile reminded Ange of the glacier breaking apart.

The ice continued to break, and on the surface it looked no different from usual, but in fact the collapsed ice could shake the entire sea area in the next moment.

"So now we recognize each other,"

Ye Fan opened the door and asked, "Are you planning to use me as a dragon-slaying weapon?"

"Do not."

"Although it's unbelievable coming from my mouth."

Ange's voice suddenly sounded much older. "But I just... don't want to miss out on your growth."

The light from the corridor stretched their shadows very long: one was straight as a sword, the other slightly hunched.

When Ye Fan's back disappeared around the corner, the sound of a crystal bottle gurgling came from the principal's office - the bottle of cognac that he had treasured for half a century had finally waited for the day to be opened.

Chapter 118 Beat up Ange!

The setting sun dyed the outline of the Kassel Academy building orange.

In the principal's office, Ye Fan looked straight at Ange with a complicated expression.

"I once swore that if I ever saw my biological father, I would stab him twice. Even now, I don't want to break this oath."

Ye Fan said softly.

"I don't have the habit of bullying the elderly, even if this elderly person is a legendary dragon slayer from the last century."

His voice was not loud, but it was clearly heard in the empty room, with an unquestionable determination.

After saying that, Ye Fan paused slightly and continued: "Pick up your folding knife, Ange. If you really want me to admit that your blood flows in my body, then prove it to me with your strength. If you can't do it..."

Ye Fan narrowed his eyes slightly, a hint of determination flashed in his eyes:

"I'm going to beat you up right here, for my mother and for myself! I'm going to beat you up without mercy!"

Angé looked at Ye Fan quietly. When he heard these words, his heart couldn't help but surge.

He really didn't expect that his son would give such a response.

Ye Fan's attitude did not have the excessive resentment that had accumulated over the years, nor was it completely calm.

In Ange's eyes, the scene at this moment was like an ordinary conflict between a father and son. Both sides were stubborn and finally chose to have a fight to decide which side should bow their heads and apologize and admit their mistakes.

In fact, Ange already wanted to apologize and admit defeat first.

After learning that he had a child, he always felt deeply guilty towards Ye Fan and his mother.

However, Ye Fan was so stubborn in insisting on fighting, as if only in this way could he untie some knots in his heart.

"If I use a folding knife, I might hurt you..."

Ange frowned slightly, and a hint of hesitation flashed in his eyes.

After all, he was well aware of his own strength and was worried that he would cause irreparable harm to Ye Fan in the process.

"Hurry up and stop dithering, old man! This is not the behavior of a man who abandons his wife and children!"

Ye Fan urged impatiently.