This conjecture is better off always just being a conjecture, otherwise once he finds the Dragon Cub and confirms someone is causing trouble, he might just kill the person!
Sitting at the desk, Lance looks at the small essays written by the Dragon Cub in the past, sometimes chuckling unconsciously as he reads.
After finishing those little essays, he moves on to the Dragon Cub's previous schoolwork, the Dragon Script sprawling like a dog's crawl, deciphering only a word or two after staring for a long time.
Fortunately, over time, the Dragon Script written by the Dragon Cub became increasingly standardized.
While looking at the Dragon Cub's schoolwork, the image of the Dragon Cub frowning in frustration during study would emerge in Lance's mind.
Sometimes when tired of writing, holding the ink-dipped brush, he would accidentally jab it on his own face; sometimes biting on the pen cap would end up as biting an ink-dipped brush.
Turning the teeth black.
