Chapter 86
Why did this world even have to be set up like this?!
It certainly didn't anticipate that one day a human would be doing push-ups while carrying a Dragon Queen, right?
However, Losweiser was only teasing Leon; after a few times, she got off Leon.
The push-ups continued.
"Three hundred and twenty-eight... three hundred and twenty-nine..."
Halfway through the race, Leon's arms were trembling.
I'm still struggling a bit in my current state. (Lin)
There are still over a hundred left; I guess they won't be able to hold on much longer—Flag
"Can't you do it? Then let me help you." 9.
"How can we help?"
Losweiser chuckled and then lay down on the grass. 8.
She lifted one of Leon's arms and then crawled under him.
The two people, one above the other, faced each other.
Losweiser lay comfortably beneath him, watching Leon with a wicked grin.
As Leon did push-ups, he inevitably lost control of the distance he went down.
On several occasions, even the tip of his nose lightly brushed against Losweiser.
Her pleasant fragrance once again wafted into Leon's nostrils.
Losweiser lay there, her ponytail draped to one side, her bangs framing her forehead, looking fresh and natural, like a vibrant young girl.
"If you can't hold on, you'll end up kissing me. So, think about it: will you grit your teeth and finish the training, or have a close encounter with the Dragon Race you hate the most?"
Leon realized:
This isn't a push-up; it's the dignity of Dragon Slayer!
Damn Dragon Queen! Just wait until my vacation is over, I'll teach you a lesson!
"You should...you should start a class," Leon said while struggling to do push-ups.
What kind of classes are offered?
"How to... train... prisoners of war."
Losweiser smiled, her eyes narrowing. "Haven't I already started classes? You're my the Only One student, Leon!"
The Saint Hiss Academy Family Sports Day was held as scheduled on Saturday.
As a completely new endeavor, the hospital attached great importance to this sports meet, making all the supporting facilities extremely luxurious, with the venue large enough to host several Human-Dragon War.
Following the guidance of the on-site staff, Leon and his family of four entered the venue.
With Mu En in his arms, Leon was immediately captivated by the dazzling array of first-class merit awards as soon as he stepped into the vast hall.
If we killed them all one by one, we could probably buy a lot of good stuff for the donkey.
Today, the great Dragon Slayer will slaughter you all!
Of course, this is on the field.
"Everyone, your seats are over here," the staff member said.
The four continued walking towards their respective spots.
In the Young Dragon Department's spectator stands, each pair of families will be assigned a professional juvenile dragon caretaker to ensure that the young dragons are not left unattended when parents and relatives enter the competition area.
That shows they've thought things through very well.
After the family of four sat down, Mu En pointed to the running track below, her chubby face full of surprise, "What a huge venue!"
About twenty minutes later, the stands were full of people.
Vice Principal Wilson sat on the podium, adjusted the microphone, cleared his throat twice, and then announced, "The first Saint Hiss Academy Family Sports Meet is now beginning!"
At the vice principal's command, thunderous applause erupted from the stands.
It is worth mentioning that school sports meets around the world are almost identical in terms of procedures.
After the speeches, the opening ceremony began, with each class's contingent passing by the podium.
After each class finished their presentations, Vice Principal Wilson gave a brief speech, the gist of which was "Friendship first, competition second; I hope all the students will do their best."
The sports meet officially began.
The first event was a family relay race, showing no mercy – truly befitting the fighting spirit of the Russian people.
Each family sends three dragons, including those with students enrolled, to participate.
Since the families of children born from cocoons consist of only the Daddy or Mom, the school allows these families to invite a direct relative from their own clan to join the team.
With more participants, the competition becomes more interesting, while also taking into account the needs of a small number of families with live dragons, allowing them to participate as a whole.
"It's a relay race, we've been practicing it these past couple of days," Leon said.
"Yes, but don't let your guard down. I think I just saw an Electric Dragon race among the dragon families participating in the competition," Losweiser reminded her.
Both the Electric Dragon race and Losweiser's Silver Dragon race have maxed out their speed talent, so we really can't underestimate them.
Leon nodded and placed Mu En, whom he was holding, on a chair. "Okay, let's go then."
The specially assigned caretaker of the baby dragon immediately came up and sat down next to Mu En.
Mu En is a social butterfly, so she's not afraid of strangers talking to her.
She sat obediently in the chair, waving to her Daddy Mom sister, "Good luck!"
"Okay!"
The family of three moved from the entrance next to the stands to the edge of the track below for a quick warm-up.
After receiving their number plates, they began to assign the relay order.
"The relay race is 3,000 meters long, with each person running 1,000 meters. The family with the shortest time wins," Noa said.
"Are baby dragons also 1000 meters long?" Leon asked.
Noa nodded.
If this were a human sports meet, and the school dared to make these children, who are not even ten years old, run a thousand meters, then that would be student abuse.
But when you think about how this is Dragon Race's sports meet, everything makes sense.
After all, the fighting nation that can write "How to Kill S-class dangerous species" in a children's book like "Little Dragon Enlightenment Stories" absolutely cannot be judged by common sense.
"Then, Mom will be the first, I'll be the second, and Dad—you'll be the third, okay?"
Noa was just about to call out "Daddy" without thinking.
But the little guy seemed a bit reserved, or perhaps, shy?
In the end, he still couldn't bring himself to say it.
But it didn't matter; Leon was already quite satisfied when he heard that barely audible syllable.
It's a significant improvement compared to last time when I only managed to make a single "b" lip shape.
The couple had no objection to the arrangements for their daughter.
"Once the relay order is determined, please all family members get ready at your respective starting points. Our relay race is about to begin," the referee shouted from the sidelines.
The three of them Leon and his family, were standing at the starting line for the first leg, so Losweiser didn't need to move.
"Okay, Mom, let's go get ready," Noa said.
"Okay, don't be nervous, Mom will definitely be the first to pass the baton to you." Losweiser smiled and shook the baton in her hand.
Noa's usually stern face broke into a smile. "Okay."
After assuring her eldest daughter, Losweiser looked up at Leon.
The couple exchanged a glance, said nothing more, and simply nodded almost imperceptibly at each other.
Leon withdrew his gaze and accompanied Noa to the second baton position.
Throughout the entire process, neither the father nor the daughter uttered a single word.
Noa took the upcoming sports meet very seriously, so Leon didn't make any lighthearted jokes with her.
It might have some effect on other children;
But Noa is different. Once she gets serious, if others try to joke around with her, it might dampen her enthusiasm.
It wasn't until he stood at the starting line for the second leg that Leon turned around and spoke to her.
"I'll be waiting for you on the third leg, Noa."
"Okay."
Leon paused, looked down at his right hand, then clenched his fist slightly and extended it in front of Noa.
"Give Dad some encouragement?"
Noa understood immediately and raised her little fist to gently touch Leon's.
Just like the day they took the entrance exam, their two fists, one big and one small, could clearly feel each other's strength.
After exchanging fist bumps, Leon turned and ran towards the starting line for the final leg.
Once all the families were in place, a dazzling dragon flame exploded in the air, and the competition officially began.
At the starting line of the first leg, a silver figure darted across like lightning, its long tail leaving a trail of afterimages, moving at an astonishing speed.
This drew gasps from the audience and commentators.
Leon was about to pop a small bottle of champagne when he saw another Dragon Queen chasing after Losweiser.
"Someone can actually keep up with Losweiser's speed..." Leon murmured in amazement.
"Hmph, of course, it's not like only your Silver Dragon Clan is good at speed."
The sound came from the side.
Leon looked in the direction of the sound and saw a greyhound that was 1.9 meters tall. ⑧
He glanced down at the other's tail, where a faint lightning bolt mark was visible. (Umbrella)
"Electric Dragon race..."
During the war, Leon was deeply impressed by the Electric Dragon race. 9.
Although these greyhounds aren't very strong fighters, if they wanted to escape, no one could catch them.
They would always launch feint attacks against Leon's troops, and then nothing would happen afterward. (Weeping)
This is a toad tactic—it doesn't bite, but it's annoying.
"Look! Misty of the Electric Dragon race has overtaken Losweiser of the Silver Dragon Clan! She's a full body length ahead!"
The commentator was full of passion. Dad
Leon looked back at the track where the first runner had been.
Sure enough, the female electric dragon surpassed Losweiser.
Losweiser was chasing after her with all her might.
The greyhound beside Leon chuckled smugly again, "Although it's a recreational competition, the final results can still represent the differences between the various races to some extent, right?"
Leon kept his hands in his pockets and remained silent.
"Hey, tsk tsk tsk, my wife is already two body lengths ahead of yours, is there any need to keep watching?" The other party seemed to be quite persistent.
Leon glanced at it and replied casually, "Yeah, your wife is great."
Electric Dragon:?
Even though it's a self-praise, why does it sound so strange?
Before he could reply, Leon added, "But my wife is even better."