Chapter 91
As he spoke, Leon handed the cut-up cream puff to Losweiser.
Losweiser lowered her head and gently pried open the side of the cream puff with her fingers.
Something's not right.
Something is very, very wrong.
She seems to have done that same thing that night...
"Hold on tight, I'm going to squeeze the cream in," Leon reminded him. (Phosphorus)
"... Hmm." (Leek)
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"Hey, slow down! It's leaking out!" Losweiser said hurriedly.
"Oh, sorry, sorry, I used a bit too much force."
Finally, through their combined efforts, the three cream puffs were successfully completed.
The couple crouched down, shoulders rubbing together, admiring the delicious pastry they had created together.
"Indeed, it's our hearts that are dirty, not the cream puffs themselves." Leon was quite self-aware.
"Remove the 'men' (们), and you're the only one who's dirty. Thank you."
"Tsk, how can you say that? You were the one who used cream puffs as a metaphor back then. I was so naive back then."
Losweiser glanced at him, tucked the umbrella into her hands, then straightened up, picked up her tray, and said, "Let's go, it's time to hand in the papers."
It was indeed time to hand in the papers—actually, Leon preferred the word "tribute"—but he wondered what score this cream puff that evoked their "embarrassing memories" would receive.
Leon wasn't sure if it was filled with love;
But there was definitely hatred in it.
At this time, Vice Principal Wilson and two other judges had arrived at the judging panel.
Before they went up, the staff untied the ropes binding Leon and Losweiser's feet.
It's the breath of freedom!
The two carried their trays and walked up to the judges' table.
The three judges each took a cream puff and savored it carefully.
First, the person in charge of Teshuva Young Dragon Special Noodles commented. "Hmm, not bad, but it would be even better if you sprinkled some pork floss on it. I give it a seven out of ten."
Then came the review from a well-known food critic. "The cream puff pastry is crisp and delicious, and the cream is smooth and delicate. Although it's not the shy, delicate kind that makes you tremble with cold, it has a unique taste of happiness. I give it nine points."
Leon leaned close to Losweiser's ear and whispered, "If making up nonsense can make you a gourmet, then I can too."
Losweiser suppressed a laugh and made a shushing gesture.
Finally, Vice Principal Wilson commented, "These cream puffs are plump and have a wonderful milky aroma. I imagine you two make them at home quite often, right?"
The couple nudged each other from behind, signaling each other to answer the extremely embarrassing question.
Finally, Losweiser whispered, "Seven-day vacation."
Leon then volunteered, "Yes, Principal, my wife and I often make them at home. We both love cream puffs and enjoy the process of making them."
As he said this, he kept reminding himself:
Cream puffs are pure; it's people's hearts that are dirty! As long as my heart isn't dirty, then I'm talking about cream puffs!
Yes, that's right, we're talking about cream puffs.
"Haha, it seems your private lives are quite colorful. May I ask, does this cream puff contain any special feelings between you two?"
The couple both knew what the vice principal most wanted to hear at that moment.
This is just like the job interview back then; they lied through their teeth.
So, the two looked at each other and then, quite instinctively, took each other's hands (wait, how come they're getting more and more skilled at it?).
"Yes, Vice Principal, cream puffs may be ordinary, but they are infused with our deep and special love," Losweiser said.
Leon glanced at the creamy white frosting on the cream puff and nodded, "Hmm, very rich... very rich."
"A truly satisfactory answer, a perfect 10! I give it a perfect 10! Congratulations to both of you!"
No wonder they are the model family I admire. Their love can make such ordinary food taste so delicious. How many families can do that?
After the scoring was finished, Noa joined them, and together they waited for the final rankings.
About half an hour later, Vice Principal Wilson slowly read the list aloud.
"So, the rankings for the first Saint Hiss Academy Family Sports Meet are out. I'll announce the top three."
"Third place goes to the Alex family from the Claw Dragon race. They will receive a noodle coupon from the Teswha Young Dragon Noodles, valid for fifty years."
"Second place goes to the Ross family of the Wind Dragon Clan. Their reward is a magic tome of rarity B."
"And the first place~~~"
The principal deliberately dragged out the last syllable, whetting the audience's appetite.
Leon unconsciously clenched his fists, and Noa clung tightly to her Mom's arm.
"Before that, why not listen to an advertisement for Teshuar Noodles?"
"Whoa~~~~"
A murmur of dismay rippled through the audience.
The vice-principal smiled and raised his hand. "Calm down, it was just a little joke. Now, let's announce the first place winners—"
"Congratulations to the Melkwy family from the Silver Dragon Clan!"
The thousands of dragons in the audience stood up and applauded them.
Noa and Losweiser visibly breathed a sigh of relief.
"So, as the first place winner, your reward is a seven-day luxury hot spring trip!"
Upon hearing this, Leon's smile froze.
Saint Hiss Academy: You want a holiday? We won't allow it!
Leon: You son of a bitch! I'll kill, kill, kill!
Once, a perfect vacation was placed before him, but he did not cherish it;
It wasn't until after winning the championship that he regretted it; nothing is more painful than being defeated and captured.
If God could give him another chance, he would definitely choose to be a homebody on vacation.
If he had to put a time limit on this vacation, he would like it to be seven days.
—Excerpt from "The Glorious and Abstract Life of Leon Casmod Empire's strongest Dragon Slayer"
Leon lay in the top-tier hotel in Sky City.
Beneath me lay a soft, large bed, the room filled with a luxurious fragrance, and on the bedside table sat a magic bell; it was said that with a gentle press, a professional service worker would knock on your door within two minutes.
The service staff can be the meticulous and elegant Sebas, or a playful and sexy black-stockinged Dragon Maid, depending on your personal preference.
Of course, regardless of the type of service, it is completely organic.
Leon spent the entire afternoon lying in his hotel room mourning his lost seven-day vacation.
It wasn't enough for him to mourn himself; every half hour he would ring the bell and ask Sebas or the Dragon Maid who came over:
Do you long for a vacation?
The service staff all underwent rigorous training, and their unanimous answer was:
"What we want is for you, our customer, to have a wonderful holiday."
Good.
Oh, the wonderful Bull Demon!
Can you see the word "wonderful" on my mournful face?
Or are you simply illiterate?
Thump thump thump—
A knock came at the door.
"I didn't call the bell service," Leon replied, lying in bed.
"It's me," came Losweiser's voice.
Leon rolled his eyes and ignored her.
She clearly asked for an extra key to Leon's room when she booked the room this morning, so why is she pretending to be polite by knocking on the door now Dragon Queen?
A weasel offering New Year's greetings to a chicken—it has no good intentions.
Leon lifted the blanket and crawled inside.
Thump thump thump—
"Open the door, Leon, it's urgent."
What urgent matter could you possibly have?
You're now the wife of a champion family; it's like a heifer riding in a hot air balloon—the cow has gone to heaven!
I'm so angry, I don't want to talk to anyone!
Leon lay down on his side and covered his ears with the blanket.
Snap—
The door lock clicked, and sure enough, Losweiser used the key to enter the house by herself.
The sound of high heels approached and finally stopped beside Leon's bed.
Fortunately, he had just turned to the side and was now facing away from Losweiser.
"Turn around, I want to talk to you," Losweiser said.
"I fell asleep." Umbrella
"Then why are you talking to me in your sleep?" Phosphorus
Leon closed his eyes and did not respond. Nine
Da da da—age
Losweiser, in her high heels, circled around the foot of the bed to the other side, finally facing Leon. (She was furious.)
Who knew—
Leon surged and surged, then turned to the other side. (The witch...)
Losweiser, hands on her hips, biting her lower lip, angrily turned back. Scar
Then Leon turned back again.
So he turned, she circled, and he couldn't escape.
After a few rounds, Losweiser lost her patience. She simply took off her shoes, climbed onto the bed, and sat on Leon's—
On the kidneys.
"Don't worry, I definitely won't touch you for these seven days," Losweiser said sincerely.
"You saying that while sitting on my back has absolutely no credibility, okay?..."
Losweiser slightly lifted her buttocks, turning Leon onto his back, and then—
She sat on his stomach.
"Hmm, are you feeling better now?" Losweiser asked.
Leon was speechless, covered his face with his hands, and sighed heavily.