I, Valon, am frantically searching for my mother.

The new homeroom teacher is a young-looking female teacher.

Perhaps out of naiveté, or perhaps out of a sense of mission to "not let any child fall behind," the new homeroom teacher made a decision when changing seats.

She moved Li Wei'en, who was then a "little sun" and a "good baby," to sit next to that female classmate.

Wayne still remembers his teacher's exact words.

"Li Wei'en, you have a good personality and are patient. Please help your new deskmate so that she can also feel the warmth of the group."

At that time, little Wayne was indeed an obedient "good baby".

Although he was a little intimidated by his gloomy deskmate who exuded an aura of unapproachability, Wayne still tried his best to carry out the teacher's task.

It must be said that Wayne Jr. is quite charming.

After spending a few weeks together, the two became good friends. The female classmate gradually became more outgoing and was able to communicate simply with others.

However... the other person's thick, long clothes remained unchanged.

The turning point came in the second semester of the second year of junior high school.

That female classmate is transferring to a school in a very far city because of family reasons.

In the days leading up to their departure, the class held its usual activity of writing messages to each other and exchanging small gifts.

Little Wayne carefully prepared a beautiful notebook and wrote down his blessings.

The female classmate reciprocated by giving him a small, simply packaged box containing a beautiful fountain pen.

Everything seemed ordinary, tinged with the faint sadness of a young person parting ways.

Until the afternoon before I left, after school, almost everyone had left the classroom.

The female classmate suddenly walked up to little Wayne, who was packing his schoolbag, and asked him a question with her eyes, which were usually downcast but were now unusually bright and staring straight at him:

"Li Wei'en, do you want to know...?"

Her voice was soft but clear, with a strange, tense calm.

"...Why am I always wearing this thick, long coat?"

"..."

Little Wayne stopped packing his schoolbag and looked up at her.

To be honest, he was certainly curious.

In the eyes of teenagers, anything that is different is worth exploring.

The fact that a girl of the same age always wears heavy, dull clothes, regardless of the season, is a huge mystery in itself.

The students gossiped about it privately. Some said her family was poor and that was all she had to wear; others said she was in poor health and was afraid of the cold; and some even made more malicious guesses.

But as a good child who was repeatedly taught by Comrade Li Shufen to "be polite," "not pry into other people's privacy," and "respect others," Xiao Wei'en kept his curiosity to himself and never asked her questions. He even deliberately avoided paying attention to her clothes in front of her.

But now that the other party has asked, Wayne also wants to satisfy his curiosity.

So, young Wayne did something that would leave a deep scar on his childhood.

He put down his schoolbag, straightened his small frame, and said in a voice that still carried a childish tone but tried hard to sound reliable and serious:

"Sure, we're good friends! I'd be happy if you wanted to tell me. Don't worry about others finding out, I'll keep it a secret!"

The female classmate stared at him quietly for several seconds.

Then, slowly, very slowly, she raised her arm.

Her hand gripped the cuff of the heavy coat.

Then, I started rolling up my sleeves.

The movements were slow and meticulous, layer by layer.

The classroom was quiet, with only the distant noise from outside the window and the soft rustling of fabric against fabric.

Little Wayne held his breath, staring intently.

The sleeves were rolled up above the elbows.

Another layer was revealed underneath, which appeared to be the sleeve of a cotton undershirt.

She continued rolling.

The sleeves of the cotton undershirt were also rolled up.

then……

Little Wayne saw the arm, the part below the elbow.

That doesn't look like the arm a teenage girl should have.

The skin was a sickly pale, lacking sunlight. But something was covering that paleness.

A knife scar.

Horizontal, vertical, diagonal, intersecting... densely packed, crisscrossing.

Some are old, with only raised, rough scars that are pinkish-white or dark red, like dead earthworms crawling on the skin.

This is... an arm that has been modified with a fancy knife to resemble a starchy sausage!

……

Honestly, if Wayne saw the modified knife today, he would probably just chuckle and maybe even ask if he wanted some seasoning added.

But young Wayne was clearly unprepared for this. The sudden shock made him leave the classroom without looking back, and he didn't even go to say goodbye the next day...

Later, Wayne learned that this female classmate actually had a serious mental illness and often self-harmed, which was why she became gloomy and quiet...

Of course, Wayne thought of all this simply to illustrate a truth.

There's often a hidden danger behind every seemingly effeminate woman.

The same principle applies to dragons, especially black dragons.

Black dragons are inherently cruel and gloomy, and they love rotting corpses and swamps. One important reason for this is that black dragons do not like living creatures.

The black dragon has a fondness for undead creatures and enjoys using corpses to create them.

Every black dragon's greatest dream is to create a dead zone that can cover the entire world!

Only undead creatures like black dragons and liches can survive there...

"Glug."

In the swamp, the sound of a mud bubble bursting brought Wayne back to reality.

Looking at Bella, the black dragon with crumbs on her lips and a timid look in her eyes, Wayne only wanted to say one thing to the legendary Dragon Mother Tiamat.

Daenerys Targaryen, what the hell are you doing?

Hey, what the hell are you doing?

Look at the junk you've created!

Five-Colored Dragon, you better make it good for me!

Aside from the Green Dragon, which is intelligent, brave, and strong and can be considered a true dragon, what are the other five colored dragons?

A racist red dragon, a blue dragon with capitalists and feudal lackeys, a Tang-style white dragon, and a necrophilic black dragon...

Of all the things that Wayne couldn't stand the most was this gloomy, necrophilic black dragon.

No wonder everyone discriminates against Heilongjiang; there's a reason for it.

Of course, being a modern person at heart, Wayne would not condone the discriminatory behavior of the other five dragons.

Faced with the cold violence from the other five dragons, Wayne only wanted to ask one question.

Do you other five-colored dragons not have breath attacks or dragon claws?

We should have taken direct action against this anti-biological species, the Black Dragon, long ago.

"Hahaha~ It's nothing, it's nothing~"

Facing Bella, Wayne gave an awkward laugh twice, then pretended to suddenly remember something.

"Oh dear, Bella, I'm so sorry, I suddenly remembered that Lyle asked me to discuss the development of our nation's dragon race, so I really have to go now..."

"Wait a minute, Your Majesty Wayne!"

Before she could finish speaking, Bella saw that His Majesty Wayne had already run a long way to the west.

Bella couldn't help but scratch her head.

She remembered that Prime Minister Lyle's lair seemed to be in the east...