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

Chapter 155 I've seen this boy before

Another sleepless night.

Xia Mi forced her eyelids open, feeling as if a wad of water-soaked cotton had been stuffed into her head, heavy and chaotic.

Last night, she and Fenrir practically turned the entire Nibelungen upside down.

However, that audacious intruder, like a drop of water merging into the ocean, left no trace.

Fenrir, that stupid brother, offered no valuable clues other than repeating the nonsense that "he has two eyes and a mouth."

The only gain was Fenrir's solemn assurance that the human named "Afei" did not possess any aura that he found repulsive.

This relieved Xia Mi slightly, at least ruling out the possibility that it was the Secret Service's hounds who had broken in.

But an unknown entity that can silently break through the Nibelungen barrier and easily gain Fenrir's trust is even more threatening than the Secret Society.

"—Therefore, we can see that in the era of cold weapons, the efficiency of intelligence transmission often directly determined the outcome of a battle."

The man's calm and unhurried voice came from the podium.

Xia Mi raised her head, her gaze somewhat unfocused as she looked at Cheng Sui.

Is it him?

The thought popped into my head uncontrollably.

The timing of this new temporary homeroom teacher's appearance was too coincidental, and the content of his lectures was also strange in many ways.

No, I can't sleep.

Xia Mi pinched her thigh hard, the sharp pain briefly bringing her back to consciousness for a few seconds.

She had to keep a close eye on this man.

However, physical exhaustion surged like a tidal wave, relentlessly assaulting her tense nerves.

The blackboard in front of them began to appear double, and Cheng Sui's figure also became blurry.

The crisp sound of chalk striking the blackboard seemed to come from a very distant place, gradually turning into a monotonous lullaby.

So sleepy————

Just a short nap —

Just for a little while —

The girl's head drooped little by little, finally hitting the open textbook with a soft, almost inaudible thud.

Even breathing sounds quietly filled the quiet classroom.

Cheng Sui's gaze swept over that corner seemingly unintentionally.

He saw the girl's peaceful sleeping face, with a faint, glistening tear at the corner of her mouth.

He twirled the chalk between his fingers and then gently placed it in the groove of the podium.

"Xia Mi-san."

His voice wasn't loud, but it reached every student's ears clearly.

Xia Mi suddenly jolted awake and looked up.

She blinked blankly, her vision still blurry from just waking up.

The surrounding scenery gradually became clearer.

Dozens of eyes were focused on her.

Those gazes held a mixture of sympathy, schadenfreude, and the amusement of watching a spectacle.

Xia Mi's cheeks flushed red instantly.

She noticed a small, suspicious water stain on her open textbook.

"It seems that my class is indeed a good lullaby for Xia Mi."

Cheng Sui's voice was devoid of emotion.

"You've been sleeping in my class for two consecutive days. Do you have some kind of problem with me as your teacher?"

No—no.

Xia Mi stood up subconsciously, her voice barely audible, like a mosquito's hum.

All she wants to do right now is crawl into a hole in the ground.

As the king of the earth and mountains, I have been asleep for thousands of years and have never been so humiliated.

"Since it's so easy to get sleepy in the classroom, let's go outside and stand."

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Cheng said casually.

"Come back in when you're fully awake."

Xia.Yemenggad.Mi felt his dignity as a dragon king being repeatedly rubbed into the ground by a mortal.

She ground her back teeth, mentally slicing this despicable teacher into 1,080 pieces.

In reality, however, she could only lower her head and slowly move out of the classroom under the watchful eyes of the entire class.

The classroom door was gently closed behind her, cutting off all sight.

The corridor was deserted, so quiet that you could hear your own heartbeat.

The afternoon sun shone through the glass window, casting bright spots of light on the clean floor, while tiny dust particles floated in the air.

Xia Mi leaned against the cold wall and let out a long sigh.

Although being punished by standing in the corner was embarrassing, it was still better than being under the nose of that man who made her feel so uncomfortable.

Sleepiness came over me again.

She leaned against the wall, her head nodding slowly, her eyelids as heavy as if they were filled with lead.

Just as she was about to drift off to sleep again, a steady, rhythmic footstep came from the other end of the corridor.

"Tap, tap, tap—"

The footsteps were neither hurried nor slow, each step seemingly on a fixed rhythm.

Xia Mi barely opened her eyes and looked in the direction of the sound.

A tall figure appeared at the end of the corridor.

He was a young man, wearing a clean white shirt and black trousers that hugged his long, straight legs.

The sunlight gilded his features, making him look somewhat unreal.

He's walking this way.

As the distance closed, his face became clearer.

It was a face so handsome it was almost flawless, with sharp, cold lines, like the most perfect sculpture of ancient Greece.

His expression was indifferent, or rather, expressionless.

Those eyes were as calm as a deep well, clear and clean, yet indifferent as if nothing in the world could leave a reflection in them.

Chu Zihang had just completed his onboarding procedures and was walking towards his office.

Xia Mi looked at the boy who kept his eyes straight ahead, walked steadily, and was like a precision machine with a set program moving along a predetermined track.

Xia Mi, who had been feeling somewhat lazy and resentful, suddenly felt a strange emotion the moment she saw the boy.

She even subconsciously straightened her back and nervously clutched the hem of her school uniform, trying to make herself look less disheveled.

My cheeks were burning uncontrollably.

Why?

Xia Mi's mind went blank.

She remembered the boy and had once been intimate with him.

But why did I react this way during this meeting?

She is Jormungandr, the Dragon King, a being who reigns supreme.

It must be because I was punished by standing, it must be—

Just as she was in a state of utter confusion, the boy had already walked up to her.

His steps did not falter at all.

His gaze didn't linger on her for even a second; Chu Zihang simply walked past her.

A gentle breeze swept by, carrying with it the refreshing, minty scent emanating from the boy.

Xia Mi stood frozen in place, even forgetting to breathe.

She could hear her own heart pounding like a drum.

"Tap, tap, tap—"

The footsteps faded into the distance, eventually disappearing around the corner of the corridor.

The world fell silent once more.

Xia Mi slowly turned her head and looked at the empty corner, her eyes filled with unprecedented confusion and bewilderment.

That gust of wind just now seemed to have disturbed something.