My love game is too abstract

Chapter 129: Want This King to Help You? Unless...

Yarrow stood at the highest level of the Teacher's Tower, in front of the office prepared for Ze西亚 alone.

As the office area for all teachers, this tower is one of the oldest buildings in the academy.

This kind of old and scarce place, preparing a separate office for Ze西亚 can be said to be very impressive.

He held a box of nut-orange flavored cake to bribe the Silver Dragon, costing two Sik coins.

A sign hung in front of the office door:

"Dragon King's Office, No Idlers Allowed."

Ignoring the sign, he knocked on the door, and then the Silver Dragon's pleasant voice came from inside.

"Come in."

He turned the doorknob and walked in.

The decoration of the office was in stark contrast to the dilapidated and ancient tower outside, filled with a luxurious, coppery smell, making Baroque look minimalist in comparison.

They probably thought that as a dragon, Ze西亚 would like this kind of golden decoration with various gems.

At this time, the Silver Dragon was lazily nestled in a reclining sofa, with a bag of snacks on her belly, and opposite her desk was a latest model projector.

Ze西亚's attention was all on the projector, occasionally throwing a snack into her mouth, chewing with a small mouth, looking like she was full and idle all day long.

She didn't care who came in at all, watching the sitcom being played without blinking.

Yarrow saw that the desk was already full of things, all kinds of desserts and delicacies, either high-end, exquisite, or rare, and the office was filled with a sweet fragrance. In comparison, his small cake was really shabby.

He walked up to the Silver Dragon, watched her for a moment, and seeing that her attention was still on the film, he reached out and pinched her soft cheek.

With a snap, his hand was slapped away by the Silver Dragon, and those golden eyes glared over.

"Did you run to this King's office just to do this kind of boring thing?" Ze西亚 said coldly.

"So you knew it was me," Yarrow said.

"Tch, this King smelled your annoying scent when you were downstairs," Ze西亚 snorted.

Although he knew she was teasing him, Yarrow subconsciously smelled his collar.

Only the smell of onion soup that dripped on it during lunch.

"Still unhappy about yesterday, I bought you a cake," Yarrow shook the small cake in front of her.

"Cut, there are so many desserts offered to this King here, who cares about yours," Ze西亚 glanced away.

"Then I'll take it away."

Yarrow turned to leave, but the cake in his hand was snatched away by a dragon tail.

Ze西亚 took the cake from the tip of her tail, opened it skillfully, picked up a matching small fork, and started eating it on her own.

While eating, she muttered in a low voice: "After doing that kind of excessive thing, you only brought a cake."

With the cake in her mouth, she turned her eyes and looked at him and said.

"What's the matter with looking for this King?"

"Just want to see my lovely girlfriend," Yarrow leaned on the side of the desk and said with a smile.

Ze西亚 snorted, forked two large pieces of cake and stuffed them into her mouth, then pointed at him with the fork stained with a little cream, with a serious look:

"If you have nothing to do, go back quickly, be careful this King will mark you absent."

"You really have the air of a strict old professor," Yarrow said.

"Okay, actually I'm here to ask you to do me a small favor."

"What favor?"

"Just need you to sign a name."

Yarrow took out the teacher's guarantee form and handed it to Ze西亚.

She took it and glanced at it.

"Club guarantor confirmation form?" Ze西亚 raised her eyebrows.

"What are you doing with this thing?"

"It's useful anyway."

Ze西亚 glanced at him, too lazy to care what he was doing to establish a club, put the form on the table, and was about to pick up a pen to sign, but stopped.

She put down the pen, leaned back in the chair, and looked at him with her arms crossed.

"So, how will you thank this King?"

"I'll buy you different flavors of cake every day."

"Not interested."

"Well, I will submit those two papers praising your charm with high quality."

"You-"

This touched the Silver Dragon's sensitive spot, she blushed and glared at him: "If you dare to mention those two papers again, this King will bite your head off!"

"Then what do you want?" Yarrow spread his hands.

Ze西亚 curled her lips at him: "If you want this King to sign, unless you be this King's slave for a day, doing whatever I tell you to do."

"Hey, do you have to use this humiliating method?"

"Don't want to?"

Ze西亚 threw away the form.

"Tsk, fine," Yarrow reluctantly agreed.

Anyway, he would just have to please her, and she couldn't come up with any new tricks, right?

"Very good, then this Sunday, no matter what you have to do, you must come to this King's room and let this King order you around."

Ze西亚 then satisfiedly signed the form.

"Thank this King well."

She pressed the form into Yarrow's arms.

Yarrow picked it up and glanced at it, there was no problem, then he turned his gaze to Ze西亚:

"Want a kiss before leaving?"

The most ⊥ new ⊥ small ⊥ said ⊥ in ⊥ six ⊥ 9 ⊥⊥ book ⊥⊥ bar ⊥⊥ first ⊥ hair!

Saying that, he leaned down towards the Silver Dragon.

But Ze西亚 raised her foot and stepped on his chest, not letting him get close.

"You are only worthy of kissing this King's feet now," Ze西亚 glared at him, snorting coldly.

"That's fine too."

Yarrow grabbed the Silver Dragon's slender ankle, tore off the sock with one hand, and kissed the delicate and rosy toes.

Ze西亚 pursed her lips and looked at him, her cheeks slightly red, and turned her head away unhappily with a tsk.

With Ze西亚's guarantee, the club application was approved in two days, and a small empty house next to the library was allocated as a temporary activity room.

Although the cabin was simple, it was a good start.

He cleaned up the cabin a bit, at least giving people a place to sit when they came in.

In the morning, he received the news that as the minister, he needed to write a club log every day. Within this month, the student union would come to check it irregularly to determine the life and death of the club afterwards.

But as long as it started, it was a good thing.

He also made several club posters and posted them in several corners of the academy with high traffic, using the gimmick of free help to solve problems to attract people to come.

When he didn't have classes, he ran to the cabin to sit and wait for people to come. He also hung a small mailbox at the door. When he was not there, he could write the needs on paper and put them in the mailbox.

He was prepared for a cold start, but unexpectedly, many people came on the first day the poster was posted.

It's just that the needs are quite difficult to evaluate...

"Can you help with anything here?"

"Yes, as long as it is within my ability, and it is not a violation of laws and disciplines."

"Then help me with my homework."

"Okay, I can't do that."

"I signed up for a class I don't like and I don't want to go now, can you help me take the class?"

"I have my own classes to attend..."

"I suspect my girlfriend is cheating, I want to ask you to help me track her and collect evidence."

"I said I don't do this kind of illegal thing..."

"We need someone to test a new project, are you willing?"

"What new project?"

"It's just tying you to fireworks and testing its loading and flying ability."

"I refuse."

"I have never been a father in my life, can I ask you to be my son for a day and let me experience it?"

". Get out."

"You said you can do anything."

"Yes, but it can't be illegal, it can't involve academics, it can't affect other people, and it can't insult personality."

"Don't worry, it won't."

"That is..."

"The wheat in my hometown is ripe, and there is a shortage of manpower to help harvest the wheat. If you are willing, go back tomorrow, the construction period is about half a month, don't worry, all inclusive."

". ."