"Boring—truly boring."
Looking at the scenery outside the window, a red-haired man yawned. After seeing the things placed on the table, he immediately put on a troubled expression.
He glanced around, trying to sneak away, but as soon as he opened the window, a big hand mercilessly grabbed him back.
"Where are you going?"
"Just going to class..."
The red-haired man flexed his muscles, showing a pleasing smile: "Clan Leader, look, so many students are waiting for me, I can't just..."
"Stop spouting nonsense." Denas snorted coldly, directly pressing Klakauska into the seat, "You are now the Dean of the Dragon Tribe's Academy, behave more maturely."
"I don't want to be." Klakauska blinked, "How about you, Clan Leader?"
Denas wanted to hit him upon hearing this. He looked out the window, sighing with a hint of melancholy.
