Shut up, I don't want to have children with you anymore.

Leon is about 1.8 meters tall, and he looks quite oppressive when he stands up.

And because he is a dragon slayer, he has a natural blood suppression when he sees a dragon.

Lal's father was a little scared, but he still said stubbornly, "What? Want to fight? This is the principal's office, why don't you try to hit me?"

"Why do you always talk about fighting? It makes it seem like you and your son are good at fighting."

"Nonsense, your daughter beat my son, that's the truth, and you won't let me say it, right?"

Leon sneered, “My daughter is one year and two months old this year. May I ask how old your son with a broken arm is this year?”

Lal's father was startled and hesitated, "Don't worry about how old my son is, anyway--"

"I am seven years and eleven months old..." Lal whispered beside him.

"Speak louder! I can't hear you clearly!" Noa looked at Lal who was curled up on the sofa opposite.

Lal immediately straightened his chest and raised his head, and replied in a loud voice, "Seven years and eleven months!"

The little guy was almost standing up from the sofa and saluted Noah.

"He said he was seven years and eleven months old," Noa said.

Leon shrugged, "Oh, rounded up to eight years old. Well, an eight-year-old baby dragon teamed up with two toad dragons of almost the same age, and they couldn't beat my one-year-old daughter."

"Tsk tsk tsk, if I were to encounter such an embarrassing thing, I would find a place to hide and keep it to myself. I would never be like you and say "My son was beaten by a one-year-old child" on my face."

The dragon race is naturally envious of the strong.

The strong are respected, this is the creed they have been instilled with since childhood.

But now, after Lar's father boasted about himself, he found that his title and request for apology were completely vulnerable in the face of Leon's simple words.

Let’s not talk about the fact that Lar usually does evil things, and it was Noa who provoked him last night, so Noa dealt with him;

Even the simple fact that "three eight-year-old dragons born from cocoons were easily beaten by a one-year-old dragon born from the womb" is so ridiculous that it makes people feel it is nonsense just by saying it.

After Leon's "kind reminder", Lal's father also realized this.

His eyes were flustered, he pursed his dry lips, and continued to argue.

"Maybe my son wasn't in good condition at the time, or didn't have enough food, and your daughter just won by luck."

Leon raised his eyebrows. "Is that so? Then let them be assigned to the same group in the next practical training class and see what happens. Noah, do you have any objection?"

Noah shook her head. "I have no objection."

"I, I have an opinion..." Lal raised his other hand, which was not interrupted, tremblingly.

Lal's father was speechless this time when his son sabotaged him, but he was obviously still furious.

He just stood there, staring at Leon blankly, unable to say a word.

Then Leon won't spoil him.

"What did you just say? I taught my daughter how to beat your son in public? Sorry, I'm not teaching her how to beat him, because she has already broken your precious son's arm. What I'm teaching her is how to beat him better and more easily, OK?"

"You!..." Umbrella

"Well, your son is used to bullying others, but my daughter is used to playing and fighting with me. Who knew your son was so weak that he would break his arm just by a casual fight?"

It's like covering your mouth and poking your kidneys - silent and broken.

Leon used to only kill dragons, not hearts.

But after spending a long time with Rossweisse, he gradually learned the tricks of killing dragons and destroying their hearts.

"You don't have to accuse the academy or Principal Wilson of favoritism or corruption. No matter how the academy handles the matter, I believe it must be fair. Am I right, Principal?"

Leon looked at Wilson.

Wilson nodded, and took the opportunity to "praise one and step on the other", adding, "As expected of a husband from a model family, your pattern is different."

Leon smiled modestly, shook off Lal's father's wrist, and said nothing more to the guy.

Lar's father rubbed his sore wrist, glared at Leon, and dared not say anything else.

The arrogance just now was gone.

"Okay, since you two have nothing else to discuss, let's get back to the point. Mr. Leon, you fully respect the academy's handling methods and results, right?"

Leon nodded.

"okay."

Wilson looked at Lal and his men reluctantly again, "Then... Father Lal, what about you?"

Although Lal's father did not gain any advantage in the "friendly negotiation" just now, he did not dare to continue to act rashly.

Because that guy named Leon, besides being very talkative, also had a vague aura that made Lar's father feel a little strange.

In short, it is better to stay out of the spotlight for now and wait until you get out.

"I also respect the college's ideas," said Lal's father.

Principal Wilson glanced at him, snorted coldly, and continued,

"Okay, then according to the school regulations, and Lar himself has repeatedly emphasized that Noa did not break his arm on purpose, and that they provoked him first, then the final result of the handling of the case is that Noa was acting in self-defense, but the defense was excessive. Afterwards, the class teacher will give her a verbal education. Lar and the other two will not only have to write a self-criticism, but will also be responsible for the class hygiene for a week. Do you have anything to add to the handling result?"

Lal's father said nothing, but just scolded his son in a low voice.

As expected, he is a bully in his own home.

Since he couldn't get any advantage outside, he started with his own son.

Such a poor educational method is completely different from Leon's family.

Leon leaned close to Rossweisse's ear and whispered, "You only gave me a verbal warning after breaking someone's arm?"

Rossweisse also lowered her voice. "The Dragon Tribe's concept and acceptance of children fighting are different from yours... well, they are different. Besides, the child himself said that they provoked him first, and the principal also said that Noa was just over-defending."

"Oh, I understand."

"Well, since both families have no objection to the outcome and have understood the situation of their children, the academy will stop handling this incident. Thank you for coming here. If you don't mind, you can have lunch in the academy cafeteria before leaving."

Lal's father grabbed Lal by the collar and strode out of the principal's office.

The two Toad Dragon families also left in disgrace, not daring to say a word the entire time—

Especially after hearing Leon teach his daughter how to beat them up.

Rossweisse also stood up holding Noa, ready to leave with Leon.

But Principal Wilson stopped them.

"Noa, go back to class. I have some questions for your parents."

"Oh, okay." Noah nodded.

Rossweisse bent down and put Noa down, then patted her head and said, "Be good, go to class."

"Uh-huh."

Noa trotted off.

The couple also came to the desk, "What's the problem, Principal Wilson?"

Wilson scratched his gray hair and asked in confusion,

“It’s not a very important issue.”

"It's just... obvious. Noa, a one year and three month old liveborn dragon, defeated three cocoon-born dragons that were over twenty years old in total with her bare hands. This is big news."

"Ms. Rossweisse, I know you are from the Silver Dragon Clan, so I want to ask, which noble dragon clan does your husband come from? The union of the two of you actually gave birth to such a powerful baby dragon, hiss - it's really a miracle."

At the same time, the principal’s inner thoughts: It would be so great if I could have a few more children, the more the better, the more the better!

Hearing this, the couple panicked a little.

Rossweisse quickly took Leon's arm and smiled with a frown, "Ahaha, Principal, you are exaggerating. My husband is just an ordinary dragon. How can he be a noble dragon, right?"

Leon grinned, thinking to himself, I have killed many noble dragons...

"Yes...I'm just a commoner, Principal." Leon followed her husband's lead.

Principal Wilson still praised it highly.

"It has been a long time since Saint Hiss Academy has trained a young dragon as talented as Noa. I believe that when she graduates, she will be able to lead the dragon clan to defeat more -"

Leon raised an eyebrow, "More?"

"Dragon slayer!"

Leon:?

Chapter 69: 69 Dad, so handsome! (double update, 5k words)

The principal wants to help his good daughter fulfill her filial piety. This is so great that no words are needed!

Before Leon could start scolding Wilson, Rossweisse pulled him out of the principal's office.

The couple walked all the way to the entrance of the academy, intending to set off back to the Silver Dragon Temple.

But at this moment, a familiar figure walked out from the side.

It's Lal's father.

It looks like this mad dog has been squatting at the school gate for a long time.

He blocked Leon and Rossweisse's way.

Judging from the situation, he wanted to talk to Leon and his wife about the "second half" again.

"Anything else?" Rossweisse's tone rarely revealed impatience. She really felt it was cheap to talk to such a person.

But even though she was dissatisfied, Rossweisse still had a cold face, and her innate majestic aura was fully displayed.

This aspect was completely inherited by Noah.

"Of course, I also want to talk to you about the two children."

"The academy has already given the result of handling this matter. Didn't you just say in the office that you respect the academy? So I think there is no need to talk about this matter anymore. Please move aside. We still have to go home." Rossweisse said neither humbly nor arrogantly.

Lal's father shook his neck, his bones crackling, and said in a gangster-like manner, "That was just polite talk in the office. I said that to give face to the academy. Now that we are out of the academy, we have to solve it according to the way of our dragon clan."

After saying that, the two toad dragon parents also walked out from the side.

However, the momentum of these two guys was obviously not as arrogant as Lar's father. They didn't even dare to look directly at Leon, and their steps were hesitant.

He should have been brought here by Lal's father to help support the event.

"I'm warning you, don't mess with the Silver Dragon Clan, get out of the way." Rossweisse repeated.

"What if I provoke you? My Red Flame Dragon Clan is never afraid of such things. What's more, your man doesn't even dare to show his tail. I wonder which insignificant clan he belongs to. If we really fight, I will lose if he can last three rounds."

If his son loses a fight, then as a father he must help his son get back at his senses.

This male dragon named Leon was probably from some unknown dragon clan, and he didn't even dare to show his tail.

How can he compare with his noble Red Flame Dragon Clan?

So even if you write the words "trouble-making" on your face, what's the harm?

Leon thought, it is hard to say whether Lar can inherit your title, but this spirit of taking advantage of others is perfectly inherited from you.

Besides, he asked me to fight with him, you all heard it.

Leon glanced at Rossweisse, as if asking for instructions.

Rossweisse sighed helplessly and whispered, "Don't beat him to death."

Leon made an OK gesture and then walked forward.

The two sides were on the verge of a fight, staring at each other, sparks flying.

Meanwhile, inside the academy, Noa trotted towards the door holding a box of cookies she had made in cooking class.

She had originally planned to bring it to her mother and the others when she returned home for the holiday the day after tomorrow.

But I thought since I was already here, I might as well take it back with me.

But when Noah ran to the door, she happened to see Leon preparing for a fight with Lal's father.

The academic radar has responded, so now is... the time to study secretly!

Lal's father was seen punching left and right continuously, each punch was powerful and extremely strong.

But Leon dodged them one by one, and very easily.