The Dragon Remembers the Fantasy Book

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"That's it! I'm dropping out of school!" Gene cried out loud the moment they reached their dorm room. Male and female should be separated, but since they're twins, they were able to share the same room with a very strict partition in between.

Gene had to go through their Grandpa Haven's strict teaching.

He has always been running away from the old man. He has the brains but doesn't have the patience that Eruhaben's classes require.

The redhead boy glanced at his sister, staring at her prized handkerchief. She's smiling creepily now, just like how their dad smiles whenever their mom is around. While he got their mother's boisterous demeanor, she got the crazily head-over-heels, lovelike attitude.

"You're creeping me out," Gene said and turned his head, but let out a scream when his Grandpa Rhae was just inches away from his face. "KYAH!"

"What a pathetic scream." Rhaegal reaches out and helps his grandson regain his balance.

"You can appear normally, Grandpa," Gene whined but welcomed the warmth of Rhae's embrace.

"Where's the fun with that?" Rhae asked and had his baby boy on his lap. He glanced at Jour, who was still occupied with the handkerchief.

"Who does he take after?" Rhae asked.

"That's what I would like to ask," Gene replied, mirroring his grandpa's frown. "So why are you here?"

Rhae was silent. He soon smiled mischievously and said, "The feeling of making children grove in all strict sense of education, making them cry out, Mama, help me! Would be a fascinating sight to see."

What a sadist!

He thought Grandpa Radish takes the cake for being a sadist, but this grandpa is worse!

But Gene chooses to remain silent after seeing Grandpa Rhae's serious expression.

He heard him whisper, "Not good."

He wanted to ask his grandpa, but he already left in an instant, all while Jour seemed to be lost in her thoughts.

.

.

The dragon hate radar is nothing to sneeze at.

Rhae, for some reason, felt annoyed and quirky the moment this poker face boy, Deruth Henituse, came to his office.

He frowned at the boy, seemingly unmoved by the very fact of his great existence.

There's one more pressing thing as well: he's a Henituse brat.

Rhae promised not to do anything against the Henituses. A promise he upheld for centuries as payment for saving his baby girl.

But.

Another but...

These fucking gods are mocking him.

His tail is pricking him over and over in great annoyance.

Just looking at this boy makes me annoyed—BIGTIME.

"Teacher?" The boy asked.

"Your assignment?" he asked. Deruth Henituse hands the paper, but he's still preoccupied with how his granddaughter couldn't peel her eyes off Deruth when she's supposed to sort out the papers he asked her to settle.

I'm more handsome than this boy; why is she staring at him?

He did not like how his baby girl's attention was all over this boy other than him!

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