CHAPTER 559: CHAPTER 327: THE BLOND COVETING THE CABBAGE (PART 2)

Amid the music echoing throughout the Cloud Sea Secret Realm, the forcibly awakened dragons felt little joy or excitement; after being forcibly awakened, they were then forced into clearing their minds, then compelled to attend classes—who could feel happy under such circumstances?

Only this girl before them seemed as optimistic and energetic as a Short-lived Species, greeting each day with optimism and enthusiasm. She cheerfully accepted even the immensely rigorous course schedule.

"Envy me? Why?"

Scadilo asked puzzled.

"Because your courses perfectly match the curriculum set by the principal!"

Murphy chimed in from the side, even though he could still tolerate the dull knowledge taught by the Ancient Dragons, the course schedule seemingly tailored based on the Short-lived Species was something even he found hard to endure.

Which noble dragon could endure waking up early, meditating within the stipulated time, followed by a big morning class, another big class in the afternoon, self-study in the evening, and then frequently doing weekly tests, monthly exams, as well as mid-term and final exams?

As for a holiday? What holiday? Only dragons lacking ambition would think of holidays every day. Truly outstanding Dragon Clan members could regulate their conduct and actively engage in further learning.

Although holidays were stipulated, Dragon Clan’s holidays were very brief. Weekend holidays were insufficient even for sleeping, and winter and summer holidays were basically family reunion leaves, with barely any extra time for anything.

This was hellish teaching implemented after the principal descended, expelling seven Ancient Dragon professors, and carried out numerous reforms on the academy.

The dragons at the academy could only do four things: eat, sleep, cultivate and study, with no room for any fifth activity.

Of course, the fledglings complained about this and even staged small-scale protests; even some parents expressed opposition.

But all opposition eventually came to naught, the rigorous teaching order continued to envelop the Cloud Sea Secret Realm, burdening all fledglings, apart from those who enjoyed this learning atmosphere.

"I think it’s fine."

Scadilo didn’t think there was any issue with the academy’s course schedule. She was simply happy to be with so many fellow kin every day.

"What’s so fine about it?"

Mei Lin couldn’t help but shout.

"Are you Scadilo? Nice to meet you, my name is Theodosius."

The young Golden Dragon originally tailing at the back also caught up, even if two Silver Dragons ignored him, he remained unfazed, and instead took the opportunity to greet Scadilo warmly.

"One of the strongest contenders for the next Dragon Academy principal."

"You dare brag in front of my friend."

Mei Lin was infuriated upon hearing the self-introduction of such a shameless fellow.

"I wasn’t bragging, I’m a Golden Dragon, how can you be so sure I won’t qualify for the next principal election when I’ve grown up?"

"How old are you?"

Merlin turned his lips with disdain.

"But the current principal is also very young."

Theodosius didn’t mind.

"Hello, future principal."

Seeing a young dragon introducing himself like this, Scadilo’s eyes curved like crescent moons, and she laughed.

"You know me?"

"I’ve heard about you long ago, and I’ve admired you for a while; finally got a chance to meet you today."

Theodosius said boldly.

"Why do you want to meet me?"

Scadilo was somewhat puzzled.

"Because you’re special!"

Scadilo’s uniquely independent demeanor already attracted dragon attention. Dragons entering this academy generally knew each other’s backgrounds—after all, their parents worked under Holy Dragon Noah, so nothing was totally unknown; if they wished to check, they could.

But uniquely, no dragon could trace the identity of this Silver Dragon in human form who entered last, merely knowing that three days after her enrollment, the academy began restructuring, with even Ancient Dragons unable to avoid its impact, or rather, they were the first ones affected.

Such changes, combined with having no traceable background, naturally drew attention from certain dragons. Every dragon’s identity at the academy was transparent, except for one, making it equivalent to revealing cards directly.

"I see you as the most threatening opponent in my candidacy for being the next principal."

Theodosius didn’t explain his reasons directly, although he vaguely guessed the other’s identity; disclosing it directly would make his objective too obvious, so he came up with a better reason.

"But I don’t want to be a principal."

"That’s your thought now; it doesn’t represent the future."

"Aren’t you the same way?"

"Yeah, I may not stick to my beliefs, so can you promise me something?"

"What promise?"

"If you run as principal in the future, can you smash that big bell?"

"Why smash the bell?"

Scadilo was quite confused.

"Don’t you think that bell is utterly vile?"

Theodosius said with gritted teeth,

"The morning bell rings three times effect varies, while the night bell forces us to rest, that bell robs us of all freedom."

"Morning class begins!"

Scadilo didn’t respond but reminded the surrounding dragons full of resentment.

Meanwhile, on the highest central Cloud Island, the first-generation principal of Dragon Academy, known as Holy Dragon Noah, turned to the Dragon Fairy beside him,

"Whose child is that young Golden Dragon?"

"Your Majesty, he’s from the Gonzalez family."

"Child of the Gonzalez family, nice."

Noah nodded; aside from his mate, none of his subordinates were Golden Dragons. The arrogance of Golden Dragons was such that they wouldn’t bow even before Ancestor Dragons.

Although not many Golden Dragons chose to follow him, quite a number were willing to associate with him, as evident by sending their offspring to Dragon Academy, which was established by an Ancestor Dragon.

"A very ambitious little fellow, he’s keen to inherit my position, so let’s satisfy him and arrange more courses, ensuring extra care during practical training."

As a young Dragon who greatly appreciates the younger generation, Noah instructed his Favored beside him.

"As you command, Your Majesty."

The Dragon Fairy accompanying Noah glanced below, grasping the intention behind the Sect Master’s command.

An aspiring male Golden Dragon to approach the Princess, though still young, he was of dragon kind, and the Fairy could guess a few thoughts of his Sect Master.

This noble presence openly cherished his youngest daughter, treating her like the most respectful jewel, and dragons, in preserving treasures, often spared nothing.

"In the academy, just refer to my title, no need for other honorifics."

Noah corrected.

"Alright, Principal."

Confirming that the Dragon Fairy understood his intention, Noah then leisurely turned away.

As for whether the parents would complain to him as the principal, Noah already prepared an explanation. In fact, this explanation was often used but infallibly effective.

When he adjusted the academy’s curriculum, his Dragon Lords collectively provided feedback, hoping to lighten their children’s burdens.

"Do you think I became an Ancestor Dragon just like that, or was I born as one?"

"Perhaps some of you dragons think I received favor from a Dragon God before my advancement, but before that, I was already an Ancestor Dragon."

"Why did that favor come upon me rather than you?"

"That’s because I studied diligently like Short-lived Species, persistently cultivating and achieving Ancestor Return and receiving favor."

"I’ve summarized all experiences and used them to instruct your offspring; do you still have any dissatisfaction?"