I'm in the Dragon Clan, bound to the Naruto Counterattack System

Chapter 149 Temporary Class Teacher: Teacher Cheng

"No, you know what? Old Wang was in a car accident last night, and I heard he's beyond saving."

"That's great! We won't be bothered for the next few days, and we won't have to worry about someone standing outside the window when we secretly play on our phones during self-study."

"What's so great about it? I heard that headquarters has directly transferred someone to replace Old Wang. They say he's a temporary class teacher. They really don't let us rest for a moment."

"I'm so tired! I'm only a junior in high school, and I don't know when this will end. I wish I could just travel back to the day of the entrance exam. Is Kassel College really that hard to get into?!"

Xia Mi was lying on the table, her school uniform jacket draped over her head.

The fabric of the coat blocked the glaring sunlight from the window and also shut out most of the noise.

She listened listlessly to the discussions of her classmates, looking out the window with a somewhat dejected expression.

The sun shines brightly outside the window; the sunlight of my student days was always warm and comforting, making me incredibly sleepy. Youth slips away quietly in these drowsy moments in the classroom.

The girl's long eyelashes cast two shadows on her face, obscuring Xia Mi's clear and bright eyes.

Sunlight streamed through the gaps in the blinds, casting dappled shadows on Xia Mi's slightly chubby cheeks, like a kitten's whiskers.

Listening to the chatter of her classmates, Xia Mi yawned listlessly.

Yesterday she spent the entire night building the Nibelungen.

She hadn't slept a wink all night, and even with her Dragon King-level power, she was exhausted.

Moreover, she was considered one of the weaker dragon kings, and constructing Nibelungen was a difficult task for her.

Fortunately, the initial construction is complete, and now we only need to gradually fill in the details.

Moreover, that annoying homeroom teacher isn't coming today, so Xia Mi can catch up on sleep during self-study and recover the energy she spent building Nibelungen.

"Nonono."

A chubby little boy wearing a mask and a black hooded sweatshirt interrupted the conversation.

"Even if Old Wang falls, there will be thousands upon thousands of Old Wangs to take his place. How could the school possibly be willing to give us a holiday?"

Xia Mi perked up her ears upon hearing the chubby boy's words and looked up to eavesdrop on the conversation next to her.

"But the preparatory class teachers are all very busy, so how can we find someone to be our homeroom teacher?" someone asked.

The chubby boy smiled smugly, pretending to be clever: "You guys don't know this, do you? I heard that a young new teacher came to the school today. I guess he's the one who's going to replace Old Wang and become our temporary homeroom teacher."

When Xia Mi heard that someone had replaced Lao Wang as the homeroom teacher, her head drooped weakly again, and she buried her head in her coat, letting out a series of mournful wails.

"I think I've heard about it too. A girl from the next class said that the new teacher already taught their class this morning. I heard he's quite handsome. I really want to meet him."

"Superficial!" The chubby boy in the black hoodie curled his lip in disdain. "You little girls are easily seduced by mature men like this, unaware that real handsome guys are right beside you."

The chubby boy struck what he thought was a cool pose, casually walked over to Xia Mi's table, and said in a flippant tone, "Xia Mi, what do you think?"

Xia Mi rolled her eyes at him and said unhappily, "I hope I don't watch. Next class is Old Wang's class, and I hope Old Wang and his successor can both disappear so I can get a good night's sleep."

"You stayed up late last night, Xia Mi, you need to get some rest—" The chubby boy put on a concerned expression.

Xia Mi couldn't help but feel nauseous. She covered her nose and said irritably, "Whether I stay up late or not is none of your business. You should take care of yourself first, Jiahao."

Just as the chubby boy was about to say something, the class bell suddenly rang, leaving him no choice but to return to his seat.

Amid the expectant gazes of the students, Cheng Sui slowly entered the classroom, carrying a textbook.

Many girls exclaimed softly, "So handsome!" when they saw Cheng Sui walk in.

As soon as Cheng Sui entered the classroom, he felt himself being instantly locked onto by dozens of gazes.

The emotions in each gaze were different, but most were hostile.

"It seems that being a teacher is indeed not an easy job," Cheng Sui thought to himself.

"Ahem." Cheng Sui cleared his throat. "Teacher Wang was sick yesterday, so I'll be your temporary homeroom teacher for the next few days. My surname is Cheng, so you can just call me Teacher Cheng."

Before the students could react, Cheng Sui opened his textbook and began explaining today's lesson.

He had already noticed his destination when he entered the room.

To be honest, given how prominent Xia Mi is in a crowd, it's hard not to notice this girl.

As is well known, in the world of mixed-race people, appearance is one of the external manifestations of bloodline quality, so mixed-race people with high bloodline ratings are all handsome men and beautiful women.

Xia Mi, on the other hand, possesses a bloodline of the Dragon King level, giving her a near-perfect appearance. Among a group of high school students who don't yet know how to apply makeup, she is like a phoenix among a flock of crows.

No wonder even a celibate senior brother like Chu fell for Xiaolongnu; this gives you an idea of ​​just how captivating Xia Mi's appearance must be.

"Turn to page 153. Today we'll talk about the history of Attila the Scourge of God," Cheng Sui said, walking through the classroom with one hand in his pocket.

His voice was clear and bright, unlike Lao Wang's dry and boring voice, which instantly attracted the attention of most of the students.

When Xia Mi saw Cheng Sui enter the classroom, she forced her eyelids, which were almost closed, open again.

This new teacher is really something.

At least her face is more pleasing to the eye than that of celebrities on TV.

But even the most handsome face can't stop the overwhelming drowsiness.

This means I'll have to force myself to stay awake all afternoon, and it's really painful.

Xia Mi, you are the Dragon King, you cannot be defeated by mere high school courses.

Xia Mi patted her slightly chubby face, then sat up straight with a serious expression, forcibly taking a deep breath.

"In 452 AD, a name shook the entire European continent."

Cheng Sui's voice echoed in the quiet classroom. He didn't look at the lesson plan; he could recall all the historical details effortlessly.

"Attila the Hun crossed the Alps and invaded Italy. His army was invincible. The Western Roman Empire was no match for him."

"Does anyone know why he's called the 'Scourge of God'?"

Cheng Sui's gaze swept across the entire class, finally landing on the chubby boy named Jiahao.

The chubby boy immediately straightened his back and eagerly raised his hand.

"Teacher, I know! Because he was so cruel, Europeans believed he was a scourge sent by God to punish them!"

"That's a good answer, but not comprehensive enough." Cheng Sui nodded with a smile. "Please sit down."

As he paced back and forth, he said, "Because the power he represented was beyond the comprehension of people at that time. His army possessed strength and speed far exceeding that of ordinary people; their warhorses trampled the earth, and even grass could not grow back."

Cheng Sui's words caused a slight commotion in the classroom.

The students found the new teacher's teaching style novel, like storytelling, and full of mystery.

Only Xia Mi's previously unfocused pupils tightened slightly upon hearing the name Attila, and her drowsiness dissipated somewhat.

"History records Attila's famous saying as, 'Where my horses have trampled, no new grass will grow.' This sounds domineering, but have you ever wondered why?"

Cheng stopped and turned around to write two words on the blackboard.

"Power" because this is not just a simple threat, but a manifestation of power—a force that changes the rules of the real world.

Xia Mi gave the new teacher a strange look.

Power? How did he know that word, or was it just a coincidence?

She began to scrutinize the man on the podium.

He looked very young, no more than his early twenties, dressed in a simple white shirt and casual pants. He had a clean and neat demeanor like a recent college graduate, not someone who knew the secrets of the Dragon King's power and influence.

"In that era shrouded in myth, Rome was the fiefdom of the king of the earth and mountains, his world's temple." And Attila's goal was to reclaim everything that rightfully belonged to him.

Cheng Sui's voice became low.

"He will reclaim this city protected by the emerging Christianity, summon his descendants scattered throughout the world, and rebuild a great empire."

"

"An empire of dragons."

The classroom was completely silent.

All the students were captivated by Cheng Sui's grand historical narrative, assuming it was merely artistic embellishment by the teacher to make the class more interesting.

History lessons are told like epic movies; who wouldn't love that?

But Xia Mi felt a chill rise up her spine.

The man wasn't talking about what's in the dragon genealogy textbook, but rather secrets that the hybrids had long buried in the river of time.

This Teacher Cheng is definitely not just an ordinary teacher.

Was she sent by the Secret Service to test her?

Countless thoughts flashed through Xia Mi's mind, making her already exhausted mind, which was already exhausted from building Nibelungen, even more tense.

Cheng Sui's gaze swept across Xia Mi's face seemingly unintentionally.

He saw that the girl was sitting upright with clear eyes, as if she was listening very attentively.

But he also noticed her fingers curled up under the desk and the increasingly unnatural expression on her face.

It was obvious that Xia Mi was nervous.

A slight smile appeared at the corner of Cheng Sui's mouth.

He achieved his goal.

"Of course, these are all just unofficial historical accounts and legends; just take them as stories."

Cheng then changed the subject, returning to the dry textbook content.

"Let's look at the textbook. There has always been controversy among historians regarding Attila's birth and death dates —"

The atmosphere in the classroom instantly shifted from an epic movie to a hypnotic documentary.

The students, who had just been concentrating, immediately collapsed.

Many people slumped back onto the table.

That irresistible drowsiness washed over Xia Mi once again.

The intense mental tension combined with the exhaustion of not having slept all night washed over her taut nerves like a tidal wave.

Her eyelids began to droop, and the blackboard and the man's figure in her vision started to blur.

No—I can't sleep—

This man is dangerous; we must remain vigilant.

Xia Mi pinched her thigh hard, and the intense pain brought her back to her senses.

She sat up straight and forced herself to stare at the words on the blackboard.

Ten minutes later.

Xia Mi lay on the table, breathing evenly.

In the end, she couldn't resist her body's instincts.

A faint, silly smile lingered on her fair face, and a glistening drop of drool even hung from the corner of her mouth.

It looks like he had a wonderful dream.