Shut Up, Malevolent Dragon! I Don’t Want to Have Any More Children With You Vol. 1 Ch. 115

Chapter 115: Bad news, he ca back with torture devices

Twenty minutes later, all the young dragons and their parents had gathered.

The horoom teacher stepped onto the platform, smiling and nodding slightly. “Thank you, parents, for taking the ti out of your busy schedules to attend the award ceremony for our class’s essay competition.”

After the opening remarks, the horoom teacher went straight to the point.

“The essays submitted by the students this ti are all outstanding, with each student offering their unique perspective on ‘family,’ which is comndable.”

“I’ve written detailed comnts on each essay submitted by the students, and you can retrieve them to review after the award ceremony.”

“Now, I have three essays with the highest overall scores. I will announce their authors one by one and, according to their wishes, decide whether to read them aloud in front of everyone.”

After briefly explaining the procedure of the mini-ceremony, the families below the platform began to whisper among themselves, eager to know if their child would make it to the top three.

However, according to the horoom teacher’s approach, even if a student didn’t make it to the top three, it didn’t matter much.

They could still learn from the teacher’s comnts on their essay to improve and refine their writing skills.

“Alright, now, I’ll announce the third place winner of the essay competition for Class One of the young dragons… and it’s… Kelly! Congratulations~” The horoom teacher led the applause, and the young dragons and their parents in the class followed suit, clapping their hands.

“So, Kelly, would you like to read your essay?” the horoom teacher asked gently.

Kelly, a small young dragon, stood up. She had a simple ponytail and wore round glasses. Beside her stood her mother, holding her daughter’s hand, as if encouraging her.

Kelly’s other hand nervously gripped her skirt, and after a mont of hesitation, she shyly shook her head and softly said, “No, thank you, teacher.”

Kelly’s mother smiled understandingly at this, without any hint of reproach for Kelly’s introverted nature.

The horoom teacher smiled, “Alright, everyone, don’t be fooled by Kelly’s quiet deanor. Her essay is full of love for her mother. Here, Kelly, take your essay back.”

Kelly walked to the side of the platform, her steps small, and received her essay with both hands. “Thank you, teacher,” she said softly.

The horoom teacher ruffled her little head affectionately.

Kelly held her essay close to her chest and returned to her seat.

“Now, it’s ti to announce the second place winner of the essay competition. His na is…” There were still two spots left, and the trio of Leon couldn’t help but feel nervous anticipation.

They stared at the horoom teacher’s mouth, trying to discern from her lip movents that the first letter of the student’s na probably wasn’t “No.”

“Congratulations, Rand!” Another round of applause ensued.

Rand, a relatively outgoing young dragon, stepped onto the platform and passionately read his essay.

Leon clapped along with the others below the platform, murmuring anxiously, “Just one spot left now…”

He glanced at his daughter, Noia, who appeared extrely nervous, her small fists clenched tightly.

Leon pondered for a mont and gently covered his daughter’s hand with his own. He didn’t say anything, but Noia’s tense fist imdiately relaxed a bit.

“Now, it’s ti to announce the first place winner of the essay competition. And the winner is…” The horoom teacher dragged out the suspense, the entire room holding its breath in anticipation.

Especially Lal’s father, who seed almost eager to pry the horoom teacher’s mouth open to hear the na.

“Lal! Congratulations, Lal!” Before the horoom teacher could even ask if Lal wanted to read his essay, Lal’s father stood up from his seat, unable to contain his excitent.

“Thank you, teacher, thank you! Lal’s achievent of first place is all thanks to you. However, considering that the the of this essay was about family and affection, I must say I’ve also contributed quite a bit to it,” Lal’s father boasted, unable to restrain himself.

Listening to Lal’s father boasting there, Leon felt a mix of emotions. He hadn’t expected that their unconventional parental love story wouldn’t stand out…

Indeed, it was quite unexpected.

But as for feeling disappointed, it’s sothing to digest slowly when alone.

Leon shifted his focus to comforting his daughter. “It’s okay, Noia. Later, we’ll look at the comnts the teacher gave you, correct the mistakes, and bring out the best in your writing.”

Rosvitha also held her daughter’s hand. “Maybe Mommy and Daddy didn’t perform well on our date that day. We’ll work harder together next ti and strive for a better result.”

Though Noia couldn’t hide her disappointnt, she was still a sensible child. She knew her parents had put a lot of effort into her essay. She nodded.

“Mommy and Daddy, you’ve already done great. Don’t say that.”

Rosvitha smiled and ruffled her daughter’s head.

anwhile, Lal’s father was still reveling in his triumph. The horoom teacher had to interrupt him. “Lal’s dad, would you like Lal to read his essay now?”

“Read it! Of course, read it! Lal, go ahead, read it to your classmates.”

Lal’s father was incredibly confident in his child’s work. After all, it had won first place. How could he not be confident?

Lal nodded earnestly, stood up, and walked to the platform, picking up his essay to begin reading.

Lal: “The title is ‘Silent Father’s Love.”

Lal’s father chid in, “See that? Just by looking at the title, it’s already so profound, isn’t it?” The other parents nearby could only politely agree, “Yes, yes, indeed.”

“My father is a duke of the Crimson Fla Dragon clan. He’s always too busy to play gas with or teach my studies.”

“But I know, my dad is busy with work. He actually loves a lot; he’s just not good at saying it.”

Lal read his essay on stage, while Lal’s father sat below, listening with relish. He praised almost every sentence.

As Lal reached the middle part, it began to tie into the the of “Silent Father’s Love.”

“I rember once I got into trouble at school. When I ca ho, I thought Dad would scold , but he didn’t. The next day, I asked Dad to teach so simple magic as usual, but Dad looked a bit strange.”

As Lal’s father listened to this part, his smile froze, seemingly realizing sothing.

“Dad didn’t refuse . He started teaching how to use small-scale dragon flas, but before long, he was sweating profusely and couldn’t even stand properly.”

“I only found out afterward that Dad had injured his knee those days.”

“I asked him how it happened. He said he accidentally bumped into a very hard stone while hunting and needed two days of rest to recover.”

“But at that ti, to prevent from worrying and to let focus on learning magic, Dad chose silence, chose to endure.”

“That’s a silent father’s love!”

As Leon listened below, his initially disheartened mood lifted slightly. So, this is what “silent father’s love” ans.

Child, you need to understand, being rendered silent by others and choosing silence oneself are completely different concepts.

But Lal’s little essay was indeed well-written, with smooth prose and neat handwriting, so there was a reason it won first place.

After all, one couldn’t expect a seven or eight-year-old young dragon to produce a masterpiece.

After Lal finished reading, he looked at his father with sparkling eyes. Even though he had lightly jabbed his father’s knee, it didn’t matter.

First place!

His eldest son had won first place!

Lal’s father stood up, giving his acceptance speech. “Lal, Dad indeed loves you silently. Today, you’ve repaid Dad with such a vivid essay. Even if Dad’s other knee is injured, it’s worth it!”

Leon couldn’t help but turn his head at such an explosive speech. However, as he turned, he t Lal’s father’s gaze.

Lal’s father sneered disdainfully at him, as if he wanted to mock him openly if it weren’t for the classroom setting.

Now he’s showing his true colors. Perhaps it would be better to break his other knee as you wish later, Leon thought.

Rosvitha tugged at Leon’s sleeve and whispered, “Out of sight, out of mind.”

Leon shrugged and withdrew his gaze.

Lal’s father wanted to continue teasing Leon and his family, but at that mont, the horoom teacher interjected, “Oh, by the way, one student’s essay isn’t with , so it didn’t participate in this ranking.”

With that remark, the attention of the young dragons and their parents in the classroom shifted from Lal’s father back to the horoom teacher.

Lal’s father, who had been bragging, stopped when he heard there was another contender.

As for Leon, the phrase “didn’t participate in the ranking” made him vaguely think of sothing. Could it be that his obedient daughter had surpassed the level of young dragons and no longer belonged among the children?

Sure enough, the horoom teacher lowered her gaze and looked towards the front row closest to the platform. “Noia, it’s you.”

Noia’s eyes, previously filled with disappointnt, lit up again. “Th-then where is my essay?”

Before the horoom teacher could respond, the classroom door suddenly opened.

“Noia K. lkvi’s essay is here!”

The white-haired old dragon held up the two pages of the essay, his age seemingly forgotten as he panted. Perhaps only the exemplary students from their institution could make him so excited.

As Leon looked at the vice principal, he couldn’t help but feel impressed:

“The executioner may be late, but he never misses a show!”

In his hands, there might even be torture devices that could make people wish they were dead!