Shut Up, Malevolent Dragon! I Don’t Want to Have Any More Children With You

Vol 9. Chapter 21: A Heart-Pounding Moment

In the end, the warm-up push-up minigame ended with the Isha–Kaizer team taking the win.

Leon and Rosvisser—the real married couple team—came in second, and the “wooden block and beauty” team came in third.

But it was worth mentioning that although there were rankings, the final push-up counts were very close. The gap between the most and the least wasn’t even over ten.

“Husband, in the very first round, you lost to the one team out of the three that looks the least like a couple.”

Rosvisser asked °• N 𝑜 v 𝑒 l i g h t •° with a smile.

“Do you have anything you want to say about that?”

Leon scratched the tip of his nose.

“It was just a warm-up. And my strength isn’t this kind of stamina game.”

The queen lifted a brow, and continued with interest.

“Then what is your strength?”

“Of course it’s minigames like this! Brain games, you know~”

“General Leon is full of confidence.”

Rosvisser curled her lips into a light laugh, raised a hand, and patted his shoulder.

“Don’t blow your bragging until it bursts. When it’s really brain games, it won’t be like before, getting crushed by my sister. Let’s see where you’re going to put your face then.”

Rumors.

Leon glanced to the side at Isha and Kaizer, who were celebrating their first-place finish.

The Void Boy was still standing stiffly in place, barely daring to breathe.

And Isha was leaning very close to him, praising Kaizer for how well he’d performed just now, calling him “little one” every other word.

Leon pulled his gaze back, leaned close to Rosvisser’s ear, and murmured,

“Big Sister is focused on teasing the kid. Her mind isn’t on the game, so even if it’s brain games, it’s still on our side.”

“That does make some sense.” Rosvisser nodded, then asked,

“Then what about Constantine and Orion?”

“How many times has that flamethrower’s brain dropped out already? It can’t be very usable. No threat at all.”

Leon laughed as he spoke—he was the most loyal supporter of mockery in any arena.

“As for Orion... I feel like she’s mainly here to accompany Constantine.

Whether Constantine wins or loses isn’t that important to her.”

And on that point, Leon really had guessed right.

Orion had never been very fond of this kind of team-building activity or group game.

Leon saying Orion was a bit like Rosvisser back then wasn’t wrong at all.

For so many years, she’d dealt with people in an icy manner, acting indifferent to everything, only to protect what was soft and fragile inside her.

Over time, that protection took root in her heart, and she could no longer enjoy things carefree like she had as a child.

Even if her teacher Cloti had returned to her side again, even if everything from the past had already stabilized, so many years of self-isolation really had changed Orion.

And now, the only thing that could stir ripples in her already habitual, dull life was Constantine.

It was love—something she had never experienced, something she longed for.

She found it interesting, meaningful, and she was willing to try—

to wait.

Of course, besides Constantine, she also wanted to try to accept Hefei.

After all, she had said she wanted to become the one who could give Hefei a mother’s love.

So, just like Leon had said earlier, the reason she was taking advantage of this rare vacation,

volunteering to come to Sky City in dragon territory,

was not to win a few little minigames.

She came for Constantine—for the love she understood.

As for whether Constantine could realize and respond to Orion’s waiting...

That would depend on how they got along next—

“OK, everyone. Next we’ll do the second minigame.”

As the voice fell, another staff member pushed the door open and entered. In her hands was a tray, and on the tray were three image stones and three patches.

The staff member placed an image stone and a patch in front of each of the three groups, then announced the rules for this round.

“The second minigame is called ‘A Heart-Pounding Moment.’

Each couple can decide for themselves which person will wear the patch. The patch will monitor the wearer’s heart rate in real time. And the heart rate will be displayed on the corresponding image stone. The other person must, within the allowed rules, raise the wearer’s heart rate as much as possible. But please note: we are not taking the highest heart rate during the game. Instead, at the one-minute mark, the couple with the highest heart rate will win this round~”

So it wasn’t just about burst—it was also about endurance, General Leon thought.

The staff member continued:

“Oh, and also—between each couple, you are only allowed simple verbal exchange and eye contact. Any physical contact is not allowed.

Alright, if you’re ready, put on the patch~”

This was basically an ambiguous, flirtation-type minigame.

It didn’t require brainpower, and it didn’t even require strength anymore.

Leon looked at Constantine and Orion.

Just as he expected, Old Con came forward and put on the patch.

Perfect. Testing whether Constantine had feelings for Orion—this method was the simplest and most brutal.

Even if Old Con had a clumsy mouth and a slow mind, and it was hard for him to convey his feelings to Orion, his heartbeat wouldn’t lie.

This couple challenge really had something to it... Leon thought silently.

“You put it on too, husband.”

Rosvisser’s voice broke Leon’s train of thought.

He pulled his eyes back, took the patch Rosvisser handed him, and as he stuck it over his heart, he said,

“Looks like this minigame is testing whether there’s passion between a couple, wife. Confident?”

Rosvisser carefully adjusted his collar and the patch’s position, and replied leisurely,

“Shouldn’t I be the one asking you that? You’re the one wearing the patch. If you don’t have passion for me anymore, we’ll lose. So...”

The queen lifted her gaze and met Leon’s eyes.

“Husband—do you still have passion for me?”

Before Leon could answer, the staff member gasped in surprise from the side.

“Wow~ Looks like Mr. Leon and Miss Rosvisser are already eager during the preparation stage. Mr. Leon’s heart rate is already at 105~”

Hearing that, husband and wife looked at each other and smiled, and didn’t say anything more.

Leon turned his head again to look at Isha and Kaizer’s team.

Leon and Constantine’s choices weren’t the same—this team had the woman, Isha, wear the heart-rate patch.

That completely confirmed Leon’s prediction.

“Logically speaking, if Big Sister wanted to win this round, she’d just put the patch on Kaizer.”

Leon murmured.

“I guarantee—no, I bet—if he makes eye contact with Isha for more than five seconds, that pure kid’s heart rate will shoot straight up to two hundred.”

Rosvisser gave a snort of laughter.

“I think so too. But just like you said, my sister’s mind is on the kid. Winning or losing isn’t important to her. So if she wants to play, let her play.”

Leon nodded in agreement.

Once everyone was ready, the staff announced that the one-minute countdown had begun.

Since they were only looking at the heart rate in the very last second, Leon and Rosvisser’s strategy was like long-distance running—don’t rush early, then overtake later.

They could also observe their opponents’ movements along the way.

First, of course, was Big Sister and Kaizer with the patch.

Even if Isha wearing the patch herself was basically surrendering half the match, maybe the red-haired queen—who was even more devious than Rosvisser—was hiding some kind of trick.

So they still had to stay wary.

Isha and Kaizer sat quietly facing each other.

Isha wore a smile, smiling with her eyes slightly narrowed as she looked at Kaizer.

“What’s my heart rate right now?”

Kaizer glanced at the image stone beside him, then replied,

“Seventy-nine, Miss Isha.”

“What about the other two?”

Kaizer checked again.

“Leon’s is ninety-five. Mr. Constantine is ninety-nine.”

By comparison, Isha’s mindset was like nothing had happened at all.

And she was sitting close to Kaizer right now too—Kaizer’s slightly reddened face made that obvious.

If the patch were on Kaizer, it probably would’ve already broken a hundred.

“Oh—so it looks like my heart rate is the lowest.”

Isha smiled and asked slowly,

“Then do you know what that means, Kaizer?”

Kaizer’s lips twitched. He shook his head.

But the next second, Isha leaned forward. A few red strands of hair draped over Kaizer’s arm and rubbed lightly.

Her warm breath brushed Kaizer’s face as well—pleasant, carrying a faint fragrance.

Kaizer instinctively leaned back, growing even more flustered.

“This means... you still haven’t made me... feel~ it~”

Her tone was extremely gentle—almost teasing and seductive.

But logically, when people flirted, both the initiator and the recipient would have their heart rate rise.

Kaizer’s heart rate—no need to think about it—was definitely skyrocketing.

Yet Isha’s only fluctuated slightly. It didn’t even break ninety, and went back to a steady seventy-something.

Rosvisser, watching from the side, silently covered her face and sighed.

“That’s so brutal... I can’t even watch.”

Meanwhile, on Old Con and Orion’s side, the progress could be called smooth.

They didn’t exchange much language, and there was no physical contact. They only looked at each other, and Constantine’s image stone already showed his heart rate steadily breaking one hundred ten.

And as Constantine’s heart rate rose step by step, before he’d even done anything, Orion’s face slowly reddened.

“Are you feeling unwell, Orion?” Constantine asked seriously.

Orion pressed her hands to her cheeks, lowered her eyes and head, tucked her chin, and shook her head slightly.

“N-No, I’m not unwell...”

“That’s good.”

Watching Constantine’s heartbeat rise while he still looked so calm, Leon muttered under his breath, “Closet pervert.”

Then he shoved an entire piece of chocolate back into his mouth.

“Looks like that sister over there is throwing. Now we just need to beat Constantine,” Leon said.

“But look at your heartbeat, my dear. It’s only barely one hundred.”

Rosvisser spread her hands, tilted her head slightly as she looked at Leon.

“I’m saying—don’t tell me you really don’t have passion for me anymore?”

Leon hurriedly shook his head.

“How could that be, wife. It’s mainly that I’m a bit tired today—bad condition.”

“That line—you can find an excuse for it anytime!”

“But it’s not really an excuse.”

The real married couple team truly was much stronger than the other two groups in terms of tacit understanding and coordination, and they understood each other far better.

And precisely because they understood each other too well—more than ten years of married life had long since made Leon and Rosvisser enjoy each other’s presence completely. They had already become a part of each other’s lives.

So in terms of heart rate—of being moved—naturally they couldn’t compete with people still in the ambiguous stage.

Rosvisser looked toward Old Con’s side, where the heart rate was still rising steadily, then pulled her gaze back and said,

“No. We absolutely can’t lose two in a row. We have to win this round.”

Leon raised a brow.

“Do you have a method, wife?”

Rosvisser tilted her head slightly, and quickly came up with a good idea.

She leaned close to Leon’s ear and whispered something in a low voice.

And when she pulled back, Leon’s image stone showed his heart rate instantly shooting up like it had taken flight.

One hundred...

One hundred ten...

One hundred twenty...

In the end, it easily broke one hundred forty!

Successfully overtaking Constantine!

That exaggerated number left even the two staff members beside them staring, dumbstruck.

“Wow... what did that lady say to her lover? How did he suddenly look like he got injected with chicken blood?”

“I figure it’s probably some little secret only the two of them know.”

One minute passed quickly.

The final results were also unexpected.

Husband Leon, heart rate 167.

The wooden block and beauty team, heart rate 154.

The sibling team, heart rate 76.

Leon looked at Kaizer.

The pure boy stood behind Isha with his head hanging low, a bit dejected, like a soaked puppy in the rain.

Isha patted his shoulder and said with a smile,

“It’s okay, Kaizer. This is already great.”

Kaizer didn’t speak, only lowered his head in silence.

Leon also sighed silently. No wonder Safina had kicked him out of the Time Palace and told him to go experience life—this kid really did need a good hard tempering.

“Damn, the gap is huge... Second place is more than double third place...” the staff marveled.

“Alright, everyone. We need to tally and organize the results and points here first. You can go to the room next door to get ready for the next round.”

Leon’s group cleaned up and left the room.

And while they were organizing the results, the staff suddenly discovered something interesting.

“Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey! Come look, come look.”

“Hm? What is it?”

“Look here. Even though Mr. Leon and Miss Rosvisser won in the end—their heart rate was the highest at 167—during the middle... for an instant, there was a heart rate even higher than that.”

The staff member said excitedly.

“There was actually a 174~”

“Wow~ 174? That’s really high. Was it that Mr. Constantine? He looks like he really likes that blonde girl.”

The staff member shook her head.

“Not them.”

“The one whose heart rate hit 174 for an instant... was Miss Isha.”