Chapter 149 - 149: Jump Seven
She pretended to be disappointed, sighed, then patted Leon's shoulder, smirking mischievously, and said, "Well then, my Jade Dew Dragon Fruit Mr., in the coming days, I ask for your understanding."
Leon irritably twisted his shoulder, shaking off Rossweise's hand.
He held the shopping list, lifted his head, and looked around to see if there were any nutrition stores they had missed.
Although Leon had never personally taken care of a pregnant woman with fluctuating emotions, judging from Rossweise's little tantrums these past two days, he felt that it would be better to find a real Jade Dew Dragon Fruit. It was best not to let her use him as a substitute dragon fruit to vent her frustrations.
Unfortunately, they had already checked all the nutrition stores on this street just now, and none of them had Jade Dew Dragon Fruit.
Rossweise crossed her arms, tilted her head slightly, and leaned toward Leon's ear, "So, did you find it?"
Leon glanced at her, said nothing, and simply stepped forward on his own.
"Hey, where are you going?", Rossweise asked.
"There's no such thing as an impossible task, only people who lack determination. Today, I will definitely find a store that sells Jade Dew Dragon Fruit."
To avoid becoming the mother dragon's punching bag, Leon had never been more eager to shop.
Rossweise looked at his stubborn back, shook her head with a smile, and said, "I'll just wander around with you. Consider it passing the time."
The queen crossed her arms and followed him.
Leon searched a few more stores, not only nutrition stores but also some maternity and baby product shops, asking where he could find Jade Dew Dragon Fruit.
But these unhelpful first-class dragons all answered the same way, "Sir, we're not sure either. But would you like to try this nutritional supplement from our store instead?"
Not answering properly and still trying to sell their own products—he should just eliminate them all later.
By noon, not to mention Jade Dew Dragon Fruit, Leon hadn't even found a fruit peel.
"Ah~", Behind him came another fake sigh from the mother dragon. Immediately after, high heels appeared beside him, "There's no such thing as an impossible task, only people who know when to give up. Leon, stop looking. Just be my punching bag. I won't be too excessive. Be good, grrr~"
"Stop painting me a big picture. If I become your punching bag, will I even have the right to speak then?", Leon's mind worked fast—he wasn't falling for her trick.
As the couple discussed, Leon suddenly heard a voice from not far away.
"New store promotion. Ultra-rare Jade Dew Dragon Fruit! Win the competition and get it. Come and sign up!"
Leon's eyes lit up, and he looked toward the source of the sound.
At the other end of the street, a newly opened store was holding an opening event.
Judging by their slogan, the event prize seemed to include Jade Dew Dragon Fruit.
Rossweise naturally saw it too, "Oh, looks like your luck is good."
Leon snorted, grabbed Rossweise's wrist, and strode toward the new store.
"Hey, why are you so excited? That's not a giveaway—you have to participate in a competition and win first place to get it," Rossweise said.
"Tch, what's so hard about that? Watch me—I'll definitely claim that Jade Dew Dragon Fruit!"
Rossweise didn't break free and just let him hold her hand like that.
This guy always got excited whenever there was a competition. It was clear that he was quite obsessed with the title of 'champion' and 'first place.'
Since they rarely had the chance to go out today, she might as well let him enjoy himself.
The couple walked over.
But they didn't notice that at the corner of the street behind them, a tall red figure was secretly observing them.
Leon signed up for the competition at the new shop.
As expected, the first-place prize was the Jade Dew Dragon Fruit, which the shop owner had just promoted.
There weren't many participants in the competition.
Although the dragon fruit was rare, it was only a nutritional supplement specifically for pregnant dragons. For regular dragons, eating it was no different from eating a normal fruit.
The competition rules were also not difficult—after all, it was just a promotional event for the grand opening of the new shop. The main goal was to create excitement.
The competition was divided into three rounds, each consisting of a different fun game. The first two rounds were elimination rounds. By the final round, only two participants would remain for the ultimate showdown.
After listening to the rules, Leon's eyes lit up.
"These rules seem familiar. But why are dragons so obsessed with 'three-round fun competitions'?"
Leon was referring to the final event of the Saint Heath Academy's sports meet, which also featured a three-round fun competition.
Back then, he and Roseweisse had transformed into special forces soldiers, charging through obstacles like maniacs with only one goal in mind: victory.
Of course, they had achieved their goal in the end.
Roseweisse crossed her arms and shrugged, "Isn't this perfect? You, the grand champion of the sports meet, better not embarrass yourself in a small competition like this."
Leon scoffed, tugging at his collar, "Hmph, let me show you what it means to be the highest mountain and the longest river."
"The most stubborn prisoner of war," Roseweisse quipped at the perfect moment.
"Shut up!"
As they bantered, the shop owner announced the start of the competition and asked the participants to take their positions.
Leon stepped forward.
Behind him, Roseweisse cheered him on, "Go for it, defending champion. The whole world is waiting for you to become a double champion."
Leon didn't look back but simply raised an arm and made an OK gesture.
Along with the other contestants, he arrived at the competition area and took the leftmost position, quietly observing the participants around him.
Most of them were male dragons, while their wives stood outside the competition area, cheering them on.
"Honey, go for it!"
"You're the best, darling! If you win, I'll make you something delicious!"
"Take them down, sweetheart!"
"..."
The wives had special VIP spectator seats right at the front of the arena.
Following the enthusiastic cheers, Leon glanced over and saw that the dragon wives were even more excited than the contestants. Their cheers grew louder and louder, as if the one who shouted the loudest would win the championship.
Meanwhile, Roseweisse stood calmly behind them, arms crossed.
Her tall figure made it easy for Leon to spot her at a glance.
How could a queen cheer in the same noisy way as those ordinary women?
She didn't even need to open her mouth or use any gestures. Just a single exchanged glance was enough for Leon to understand her intent.
The couple locked eyes across the lively competition, seeming somewhat out of place.
But they didn't care—because, in a sense, when these two bickering fools looked at each other, there was no room for anyone else in their eyes.
After a brief moment of eye contact, Roseweisse's lips curled slightly into a gentle and elegant smile. Then, she mouthed two silent words to Leon, "Do best~"
Leon nodded in response.
"Oh, my apologies, we still have one last contestant. Please come forward quickly; we're about to begin."
The last contestant?
Leon looked toward the entrance of the arena.
When he saw who the so-called last contestant was, his eyes widened in surprise.
A tall and graceful figure stepped forward, dressed in a long black trench coat and wearing a black fedora. A pair of sunglasses rested on the bridge of her nose, covering most of her face, revealing only a small portion of her delicate nose and alluring red lips.
Even though she was dressed conservatively and had not shown her full face, this last contestant still exuded an aura of an aloof beauty.
"Hey, you deadbeat! What are you staring at? Keep looking, and I'll dig your eyeballs out," One of the dragon wives in the audience wasn't happy.
As soon as she spoke, one of the male contestants immediately lowered his head guiltily.
Leon shoved his hands into his pants pockets and silently observed the mysterious woman in the trench coat.
Among a group of male dragons, she was the only female, making her particularly conspicuous.
What, was her husband a professional freeloader? Did he need his wife to step up even for a game?
Look at Leon—he was just a prisoner, yet even he had to participate. The difference was obvious, dear audience~
But what intrigued Leon the most was what was behind this trench-coated woman—
Like him, she hadn't revealed her tail.
Dragons could usually determine another dragon's species and age by looking at their tail. Those who hid their tails were typically from extinct minor clans.
Yet, judging by her demeanor, this trench-coated woman seemed more like an elegant and mysterious noblewoman.
Leon withdrew his gaze and stopped overthinking.
The competition soon began.
The first round was "Jump Seven."
Contestants stood in a circle and took turns counting aloud. Whenever a number contained the digit "7" or was a multiple of 7, the contestant had to say "Jump" instead of the number. The next contestant would then continue counting.
There was no time limit or round limit for this game. The round would end once five contestants were eliminated, and the remaining players would advance to the next round.
After hearing the rules, Leon and the other contestants formed a circle.
The mysterious trench-coated woman stood directly across from Leon.
But he still couldn't see her face clearly.
"Alright, contestants, get ready. The gentleman standing on the far left will start first, and then we'll go clockwise."
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The far left referred to Leon.
Leon glanced around nonchalantly, then suddenly called out a number:
"6!"
"7! ...Wait, no."
The male dragon to his right froze, clearly failing to catch Leon's little trick, "Hey, you can't just start at 6! That's cheating."
Leon shrugged, "The rules never said we had to start from 1."
"..." His opponent was speechless.
Leon was right—the rules only stated to count in order but never specified where to start.
So, by beginning with 6, Leon had baited his opponent into reflexively saying 7.
Although it was embarrassing to be eliminated in the first round, the male dragon accepted his loss and quietly stepped out.
"Should I start again?", Leon asked the shop owner.
"Alright, please begin."
Leon looked at the shorter male dragon to his right.
The short dragon lifted his head slightly, meeting Leon's gaze.
This guy, hiding his tail, seemed to be a bit clever. He had to be cautious. When it was his turn, he'd make sure to think before speaking. The short dragon made a mental note.
After a brief stare-down, Leon smiled faintly. The short dragon, however, suddenly felt uneasy.
Was it time to call out a number?
Leon's lips parted slightly, and the short dragon's pupils trembled as he stared intently, trying to read Leon's lips.
"Achoo!—"
The short dragon flinched.
'...Just a sneeze? Seriously? Big bro, are you kidding—'
"44," Leon suddenly called out.
"Ah... 44... If it's 44... Jump! I jump!"
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