Dragon Clan: My Dad is Ange

Reality is far more bloody than fantasy.

Which half-blood did this?! If I find out, I'll kill you! What the hell are the secret party for?

Two top-tier hybrids gave birth to a pinnacle S-class, and you guys didn't even fucking take a look!?

When my son was born, everyone gathered outside the ward, ready to fire at the ward if there was any sign of him becoming a dragon.

And yet this...this perfectly good S-rank! You guys didn't even bother to look at it!

Thinking of this, Chu Tianjiao was suddenly stunned.

What level of identity does he have to have to make the secret party dare not to probe into his private life?

Chapter 9 Sword Training

Currently, apart from the eldest daughter of the Elizabeth family, the head of the Gattuso family, and a few scattered mixed-blood figures at the pinnacle of power in the world, it is almost impossible for anyone else to achieve this level of status.

Do you really think that everyone is Angers, the legend from the last century?

hiss…

Chu Tianjiao suddenly took a breath of cold air.

He stared at Ye Fan's face through the rearview mirror. His handsome face was three-dimensional, and his eyes were as blue as the Mediterranean.

She does look a bit French, and is very similar to that shameless old man!

"Gudu."

Chu Tianjiao swallowed his saliva, and kept denying his own guess in his heart.

That's impossible. Ye Fan is only 17 years old, and the principal is over 130.

Could he be the principal's grandson?

This is not right. I have never heard that the principal has a son!

Ye Fan looked at Chu Tianjiao's changing face through the rearview mirror with a puzzled look on his face.

Is my statement so difficult to accept?

"call…"

Chu Tianjiao let out a long breath and smiled at Ye Fan:

"Xiao Ye, don't blame me. You actually know something about hybrids. I can tell you responsibly that there is an organization in the hybrid world that will check all hybrids."

"But don't worry, even if I report you, I'll definitely embellish your story and won't disturb your life. Just enjoy your high school life."

"It's okay, Uncle Chu. Just report it truthfully. There's nothing wrong with my bloodline anyway."

Ye Fan smiled. He was very confident in his bloodline.

Although he had just experienced the blessing of the old king and was somewhat unstable, he was definitely much more stable than most hybrids.

Report the truth? How is that possible?

If we had reported you truthfully, the secret party would have sent a helicopter to pick you up now.

Apart from your uncle, me, and Lu Lincheng, do you know how many years it has been since there has been an S-level hybrid?

Not to mention the hybrids who have already reached the pinnacle of S-level.

I guess only Angers is at this level.

If the secret party knew about this, they would definitely train you to be the next uncrowned king of the half-blood world.

Although you may be instilled with many extreme ideas in the process.

The next half day was very peaceful. Ye Fan told his aunt through Lu Mingfei's cell phone that Lu Mingfei would stay at his house tonight.

Ye Fan still remembers the middle-aged woman's surprised voice.

"Ah, are you Ye Fan from Zhuanglan High School?!"

"Okay, okay, Mingfei is staying at your house, right? Don't worry, it doesn't matter how long he stays!"

"Remember to bring our Lu Mingze along next time!"

Chu Tianjiao took Chu Zihang back to his basement, and the father and son talked a lot that night.

Back to the present, a black Maybach is parked on the side of the road.

After Chu Tianjiao and Chu Zihang said hello, he drove away in his Maybach.

He booked a super luxurious foot bath tonight.

The three teenagers chatted and laughed all the way to the Children's Palace.

Inside the kendo hall, the air was filled with a faint woody fragrance.

Ye Fan changed into a kendo uniform, picked up a wooden sword, and waved it casually. The wooden sword seemed to come to life in his hand, making a slight sound of breaking through the air.

Chu Zihang stood opposite him with a focused expression, the wooden sword held firmly in his palm, his eyes as sharp as an eagle.

With the arrival of the two, the students from other kendo halls all retreated to the sides on their own initiative.

Although the competition between the two did not take up much space, it was still a pleasure to appreciate the sparring between the two sword masters of the Children's Palace.

"let's start."

Ye Fan said lightly.

Chu Zihang didn't hesitate. He took a step forward and his body was as fast as lightning. The wooden sword pierced Ye Fan's chest.

If he doesn't put his full attention into it, he won't even be worthy of Ye Fan taking him seriously.

His movements were clean and neat, with a fierce momentum that seemed to tear the air apart.

However, Ye Fan just slightly turned his body, and the wooden sword brushed past the corner of his clothes without even touching the corner of his clothes.

"too slow."

Ye Fan's voice remained calm, as if he was stating a very simple fact.

Chu Zihang did not respond, his eyes became more focused.

He swung the sword again, this time faster and with greater force. The wooden sword drew an arc in the air and chopped Ye Fan's shoulder.

However, Ye Fan just raised his hand slightly, and the wooden sword firmly blocked Chu Zihang's attack.

"Not strong enough."

Ye Fan's voice remained calm, as if he was commenting on the movements of a beginner.

Chu Zihang frowned slightly, and a hint of unwillingness flashed in his eyes.

He swung the sword again, this time his movements were even faster, and the wooden sword left several afterimages in the air, as if he wanted to completely suppress Ye Fan.

However, Ye Fan remained calm, the wooden sword in his hand moving like a snake, accurately blocking Chu Zihang's attack every time.

"Your sword is too impatient."

Ye Fan's voice remained calm, as if he was teaching a student:

"Kendo is about keeping a calm mind, not just speed and power."

Chu Zihang paused slightly.

He was a bit too hasty. There was still a year before he went to Kassel. There was no need to improve his strength so urgently.

He took a deep breath, adjusted his breathing, and swung the wooden sword in his hand again.

This time, his movements became more steady, as if his entire body had become one with the wooden sword in his hand.

A hint of approval flashed in Ye Fan's eyes, and he gently swung the wooden sword in his hand, as if guiding Chu Zihang's movements.

The two men's wooden swords crossed in the air, making crisp collision sounds, as if playing a kendo melody.

The coach stood on the sidelines, looking at the two people on the field with complicated eyes.

His heart was filled with shock. Chu Zihang's talent already made him feel incredible, and Ye Fan's strength made him even more terrified.

He had once had the good fortune to see the sword of the Inuyama family's head. It was a sword so lonely that it was strong enough to cut through time. However, Ye Fan in front of him actually had the demeanor of that head of the family.

"What kind of monsters are these two children..."

The coach murmured, his heart filled with awe.

Lu Mingfei sat on a bench on the sidelines, holding a hot dog in one hand and a bottle of Nutri-Express in the other, eating with relish.

His eyes swept over the two people in the field from time to time, with a hint of envy and admiration in his eyes.

In his eyes, Ye Fan and Chu Zihang were both beyond his reach.

But he did not feel inferior. Instead, he felt that it was a great fortune to be friends with them.

Then he took out a special camera. The only advantage of this camera is that it can clearly capture a person's dynamic movements.

Chapter 10 Ye Weiwei

Originally, this camera was used to shoot videos of wild animal hunting, but the clever little angel can always make it create new value.

The sound of cameras clicking could be heard.

Lu Mingfei admired Ye Fan's heroic appearance in the photo.

The young man stood on the kendo field, his posture graceful, the wooden sword in his hand thrusting forward sharply, like a god descending to earth.

"Tsk tsk, worthy of being my brother Fan, so handsome."

Lu Mingfei sighed softly, took a bite of the hot dog, and looked back at the field.

Today's mission is completed. All I have to do is return the camera to Su Xiaoqiang tomorrow.

It’s not that Lu Mingfei is spineless, but the little angel generously contracted to pay for his snacks for an entire semester.

Besides, he is also creating a path to happiness for Brother Fan.

The little angel comes from such a good family and is so beautiful. She and her brother Fan are a perfect match made in heaven!

In the field, Ye Fan swung his wooden sword lightly, and Chu Zihang's wooden sword flew out of his hand and flew into the air.

Chu Zihang stood there, breathing slightly, but there was no trace of frustration in his eyes. Instead, he was full of fighting spirit.