Dragon Clan: My Dad is Ange

Ye Fan said calmly.

Finkel's eyes widened: "There's more, do you have more, junior?!"

"Of course, there's no problem at least increasing your bloodline to the critical limit. My plan requires more powerful combat power."

Ye Fan turned his head and a smile appeared on his face.

Finkel looked at the smile and saw in it a confidence that was even more resolute than Ange's, as well as an indescribable calmness.

"Am I on a pirate ship or a treasure ship? But no matter what, I'm here with you as my junior. No matter what you do next, I'll accompany you."

Fingle's golden eyes were exceptionally calm and bright, but within that calmness was a rage that spread like wildfire.

He saw hope for humanity's counterattack against the dragon clan in the man before him. Even if there was only a glimmer of hope, he would throw himself into it without hesitation.

The fire in my heart has been burning for too long and has been dormant for too long.

This ball of rage would either burn the enemy to death or burn himself to death! Fingel was willing to turn himself into dry firewood to burn the creature called a dragon.

"This is a ship that's even better than the treasure ship. Don't worry, the real plan hasn't even begun yet."

Ye Fan smiled.

Finkel also laughed.

The night wind blew across the training ground, carrying the sound of the distant bell tower, and the laughter of the two men echoed for a long time in the moonlight.

Chapter 124 The cold and beautiful goddess is waiting for me at the classroom door

Sunlight shines through the stained glass windows of the Gothic building, casting mottled shadows on the library floor.

Ye Fan sat by the window with several thick alchemy books spread out in front of him, and his slender fingers were quickly writing something on the notebook.

This week has been peaceful and fulfilling.

As a freshman, Ye Fan didn't have many courses. He showed up in class on time every day and quietly listened to the courses that were too basic for him.

The professors were particularly tolerant of this S-level student and even allowed him to leave at any time to conduct his own research.

When the bell rang, Ye Fan closed his notebook and heard a commotion outside the window.

He looked up and saw students in the corridor outside the classroom stopping and exclaiming in surprise.

Leaning against the door frame was the heroic, white-haired goddess—Beowulf Selene.

Selena wore the standard Cassel school uniform today, but she managed to look unique in her style.

Her long white hair was tied into a high ponytail, and her dark golden eyes sparkled in the sunlight. She crossed her arms, and the sleeves of her school uniform were rolled up to her elbows, revealing her strong forearms.

When she saw Ye Fan, a hint of helplessness and resentment flashed in her bright golden eyes.

Ye Fan packed up his books and walked calmly towards the door.

He was wearing a dark blue school uniform jacket today, with a simple white shirt underneath, the collar slightly open, revealing a silver pendant on his collarbone.

The sunlight shone on him through the corridor window, outlining his tall and straight figure.

"Senior, do you have something to ask me?"

Ye Fan asked with a smile, his sapphire eyes as calm as water.

Selina lowered her arms and sighed helplessly.

She was taller than Ye Fan had imagined, and they were almost at eye level.

Selena is 1 meters tall, with a very European and American figure, plump and firm like a cheetah.

At this distance, Ye Fan could smell the faint scent of cedar on her, mixed with a hint of gunpowder - obviously she had just come from the training ground.

"You haven't joined the club yet."

Selina said bluntly, her voice low and powerful, "You have to choose between the Lionheart Club and the Student Council."

She paused, then took a step forward, bringing the distance between them closer.

Ye Fan could clearly see the tiny water droplets on her eyelashes - maybe it was because she had just washed her face, or maybe it was sweat after training.

"I wish you would come to the Lionheart Club."

Selina looked directly into Ye Fan's eyes:

"As the current president, I can give you the title of president now if you wish. All members of the Lionheart Club will obey your command."

Just then, a sound of orderly footsteps came from the other end of the corridor.

Cesare Gattuso walked over with his student union cadres, his long golden hair looking like flowing gold in the sunlight.

He was wearing a custom-made white school uniform with the student union badge on his chest and the famous Dick Tudor hanging around his waist.

"Wait a moment."

Caesar's voice was as deep and melodious as a cello. "Ye Fan will not join your club. He should join the student union."

Caesar walked up to Ye Fan, and to everyone's surprise, the proud student union president actually bowed slightly and did a standard Italian bow.

"I hope you can come to the Student Union."

Caesar said sincerely:

"Only someone like you is worthy of standing shoulder to shoulder with me. If you're willing to be my vice president, I can pay you $100 million per month."

There was an uproar inside and outside the classroom.

The students whispered, unable to believe their ears - Caesar Gattuso actually took the initiative to invite someone else to be the vice president and offered such a high salary!

Ye Fan scratched his head, an action that made him look like a confused college student rather than the S-rank monster who could defeat Caesar with one punch.

He looked at Selina, then at Caesar, and suddenly smiled.

"Did you make a mistake?"

Ye Fan's voice was not loud, but it made everyone quiet down:

"I've already defeated you, haven't I? While I don't want to use the power to force you to have a girlfriend, I do have some ideas about the club."

Selina frowned, while Caesar raised his eyebrows, both of them looking like they were listening attentively.

"I'm an adult."

Ye Fan continued, his hands in his pockets, his posture relaxed but with an aura that could not be ignored:

"Adults should have more choices. Since you both have invited me, why shouldn't I accept both?"

Selina's eyes widened, while Caesar was stunned for a moment, then burst into hearty laughter.

"Interesting! So interesting!"

Caesar clapped his hands and said:

"Only a fellow like you is qualified to make me your temporary loser!"

"Yes, I agree to your proposal. You have already defeated me as the student union president, so of course I am willing to give up my position to you."

He took a step forward and stood face to face with Ye Fan, his ice-blue eyes burning with fighting spirit.

"But be careful next year."

Caesar said cheerfully:

"I will challenge you. I will defend the honor that is my Caesar."

Selina's expression was not so relaxed.

She frowned, with obvious disapproval in her voice:

"That's pointless. Even if you become president of two clubs, which is a great resume, your energy is limited."

Ye Fan looked at Selina with an almost pity-like look and sighed softly.

"Don't underestimate S-class energy. Especially mine."

His voice suddenly became deep and powerful:

"Don't underestimate my efficiency. I chose to be the president of two clubs for my own reasons."

After saying that, Ye Fan suddenly moved close to Selina and whispered a few words in her ear.

The distance was so close that they could feel each other's breath, and Selina's ears turned slightly red.

When Ye Fan finished speaking and stepped back, everyone saw that Selina's golden eyes brightened a little.

"Okay, I agree."

Selina nodded without hesitation, her voice trembling slightly. "If you can truly do what you say, then I'll be at your service."

Ye Fan smiled with satisfaction and turned to Caesar. The sunlight shone from the side, casting shadows of varying shades on his well-defined face.

"Caesar."

Ye Fan called him by his name:

"You must be very unconvinced, right? Losing to an S-class in terms of strength. After all, bloodline is a hard requirement, and not even you, Caesar Gattuso, can change it."

Caesar's expression stiffened slightly, but he quickly regained his confidence.

"Yes, even I can't change this damn bloodline, but I, Caesar, don't need to rely on these external things. I will defeat you in my own way, my dear opponent."

"You're really aware."

"but."

Ye Fan continued, taking out a small metal box from his pocket:

"I have a way to make you stronger. The price is—you'll help me run the student council. How about that?"

Caesar stared at the metal box, a hint of desire in his eyes.

He believed that Ye Fan would not lie to him, because lying to him would not bring any benefit, but would instead bring him Caesar's revenge.

Although Caesar himself did not admit it, as the heir to the Gattuso family, he knew too well the importance of power.

"Although it's unpleasant to be ordered around."

Caesar finally reached out his hand:

"But as a qualified leader, these experiences are also necessary. I will learn from you and surpass you."