Someone actually pulled a knife on his own kid at school?
Can this be tolerated?
He walked straight forward, pulled Jing Xia behind him, and grasped the blade.
Seeing that Di Xiu's gradually increasing strength was about to shatter the entire blade, Jing Xia hurriedly pulled Di Xiu's sleeve and spoke out to stop him.
"He just wanted me to see the pattern on the blade!"
"What pattern?"
Di Xiu looked down at the blade engraved with oriental dragon patterns, then let go and stood beside Jing Xia.
Oh, it's a misunderstanding.
Ye Yu's wrist was numb from the sudden force, and he almost couldn't hold the long sword in his hand.
After realizing that the Dragon General had misunderstood him, he looked helplessly at Jing Xia. How could the usually calm General react so violently? Was this really not the General's biological son?
The principal next to him was startled by the sudden appearance of Di Xiu, and gave a speechless look at Di Xiu who was standing next to Jing Xia with such a shamelessness.
It was obvious that Di Xiu was not ashamed of the mistake he had made. He frowned and warned Ye Yu, who was holding a knife: "Don't you know that swords have no eyes? What if you hurt a child?"
It’s no use even if we take it and show it to him, because he is a little cub of our dragon clan.
Ye Yu silently and distressedly put the knife back into the sheath, without mentioning that the boy had been playing with the knife before.
"It was my negligence."
Di Xiu's expression finally relaxed, but before he could do so, Jing Xia elbowed him, making his face turn black again.
"It's okay, Xiu just overreacted."
He almost destroyed the other person's beloved weapon, and didn't even think about how an ordinary knife could possibly hurt a half-blood dragon like himself.
After the farce, the four of them finally came to a lounge. Di Xiu and Jing Xia huddled together on a long sofa, while the principal occupied a single sofa alone. Ye Yu first washed off the sweat from his body before coming to the lounge.
Di Xiu seemed to have realized that he had overreacted just now. He apologized to Ye Yu who came to the lounge after taking a shower, and suggested that if his knife was damaged in the future, he could ask him to repair it.
The knife blank is indeed very good. If it is tempered with materials from the world of cultivation, it might become a spiritual weapon.
After saying that, he returned to his previous cold attitude and rubbed Jing Xia's hair expressionlessly.
No hindrance
Ye Yu also understood Di Xiu. Having just come off the battlefield, he was always wary of small things, not to mention that his actions just now were indeed inappropriate.
In addition, the dragon clan has been fighting for years and is eager to protect its cubs, so it is good if no dragon flame is sprayed towards itself.
Thinking of the fact that he had the good fortune to see Emperor Xiu burn an entire fleet of enemy warships with a single breath of dragon flame in the universe, Ye Yu, who had just finished taking a shower, broke out in a cold sweat on his back and exchanged an unpleasant look with the principal.
The principal began to think deeply about whether it was the right choice to accept Xiao Xia.
Looking at the degree of protection this dragon provides, if something were to get bumped into during actual combat, could his school withstand the wrath of a dragon?
This dragon might destroy the entire school with a single breath of dragon flame, and he completely forgot that this little pervert was a double SSS-level freak, and there were only a handful of people in the entire galaxy who could hurt him.
Jing Xia looked at the awkward atmosphere and coughed lightly, trying to change the topic back to the previous topic and also trying to save her hair from Di Xiu.
"Major General Ye..."
Hearing Jing Xia addressing him, Ye Yu felt as if a certain dragon's gaze was looking at him again, and he suddenly felt as if a thorn in his back was on his side.
"Just call him Teacher Ye. He will stay on campus to teach starting next semester."
The principal looked at Di Xiu's sharp eyes directed at Xiao Ye and felt that it would be better to save her.
"Okay, is the dragon from Chinese mythology engraved on Mr. Ye's blade?"
"Yes"
A glimmer of surprise flashed in Ye Yu's originally indifferent eyes. He was surprised at the boy's understanding of the Huaxia clan and wondered if this boy was from the same Huaxia clan as himself.
"Hmph... The leader of scaly creatures, they can be dark or bright, small or large, short or long. They ascend to the sky at the spring equinox and dive into the abyss at the autumnal equinox."
Di Xiu sat on the sofa and looked at the gleam in the eyes of the young major general. He leaned back, put one hand across the back of the sofa, and slowly uttered in Chinese the description of the Chinese dragon clan in the ancient text of the Eastern world in his memory, which directly shattered Ye Yu's guess about Jing Xia's identity.
Ye Yu's eyes dimmed. That's right, as a dragon who has existed in the interstellar space for an unknown period of time, Emperor Xiu is very likely to know most of the history of the interstellar space.
The ancient texts may have been taught to Jing Xia by Emperor Xiu. However, this is also a good thing, as it means that Chinese history has other inheritors.
The principal, who had just come to his senses after a daze, was completely confused as he listened.
Wait? What dragon?
Isn't Emperor Xiu the only interstellar dragon?
Could it be that the sentence about what something looks like is describing a dragon?
Recalling Di Xiu's dragon form, the principal shuddered, thinking that he might have heard it wrong, and that it might be a description of some other creature.
The three of them chatted one by one, while the principal continued to daydream, feeling that he was too old to be out of touch with the times. No, isn't that dragon older than me?
He stared at Di Xiu suddenly, looking at his handsome facial features, with sharp edges and corners, thin lips, smooth and delicate skin, black hair and blue eyes. Apart from the different eye color, the man sitting next to Jing Xia looked like Jing Xia's brother.
Thinking about the wrinkles appearing at the corners of his eyes and his gradually graying hair, he widened his eyes, covered his chest, and fell on the armrest.
This caused the three people who were chatting to look at him. Di Xiu saw through his actions and there was a hint of contempt in his cold eyes.
There was confusion and worry in Jing Xia's eyes, as well as a hint of curiosity, because she felt that the principal was still in good health.
Ye Yu and Jing Xia had the same dark eyes, calm and indifferent. Seeing the principal covering his chest, a trace of doubt flashed across his eyes. Just as he was about to ask, he was interrupted by Di Xiu, who was hugging his arms.
"Don't mind him, he's just having a drama attack."
The other two: "..."
headmaster:)
Damn it, dragon, are you polite?
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