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

Chapter 157 Alchemy Experiment Class

Inside the alchemy laboratory of the preparatory class at the Imperial College in Kassel.

Xia Mi stirred the beaker absentmindedly.

The liquid inside was a deep green color, and as the glass rod was rotated, it created small whirlpools.

But her mind was no longer on this.

A figure, dressed in an immaculate white lab coat, patrolled the spacious alchemy laboratory.

That outfit made Chu Zihang's already tall and slender figure appear even taller, and it also accentuated his aloof and unapproachable aura.

He inspected each lab bench at a steady pace, following a fixed route.

All his movements perfectly adhered to the experimental guidelines; his movements were so precise that they could be recorded and used as a perfect template.

Pick up the test tube, observe the color, and then put it down.

Check the balance, calibrate the scale, and leave after confirming there are no problems.

Every action is efficient and concise, like a precision instrument with a pre-programmed sequence.

But it was this tedious repetition that firmly attracted the attention of almost all the girls in the laboratory.

Even outside the laboratory's glass windows, several heads were peering inside.

"ah!"

A not-too-loud exclamation came from not far away.

A girl with a single ponytail was frantically looking at the beaker in front of her.

The liquid in the beaker was boiling violently, bubbling and spewing out large amounts of pungent, yellowish-green smoke that quickly spread outwards.

"Teaching Assistant Chu—"

The girl's voice wasn't loud, but it carried a carefully crafted air of panic and helplessness, just enough for the target to hear without sounding too deliberate.

"I—I think I mixed two wrong reagents together."

Before he finished speaking, several pairs of eyes, filled with envy and jealousy, were cast in unison.

His gaze was so sharp it could pierce the air.

Chu Zihang did not pause at all. He turned slightly and walked straight toward the experimental table.

Without asking any questions, he walked to the front of the table, expressionlessly picked up the tweezers on the table, took a small piece of silvery-white metal from the container next to him, and then precisely dropped it into the beaker that was reacting violently.

A miraculous scene unfolded.

puff.

A soft sound.

It was as if a spoonful of boiling oil had been poured into ice water; the boiling chemical reaction was forcibly stopped in an instant, and the churning liquid quickly returned to calm.

The entire process takes no more than three seconds.

"Redo it."

Chu Zihang spoke to the girl with the single ponytail, his gaze not lingering on her for a moment, before turning and walking towards the next experimental table.

The girl with pigtails had a lovely blush on her cheeks. She cupped her face in her hands and gazed at Chu Zihang's back with adoration and infatuation in her big eyes.

"So handsome————"

"My God, they're so calm and professional even when handling accidents."

"Did you see that? He was so close to me just now. I could smell his scent."

The suppressed excited chatter, like annoying mosquitoes, buzzed into Xia Mi's ears.

A mocking smile curled at the corner of Xia Mi's lips.

Foolish human females.

This level of male prowess alone is enough to drive them to madness, making them willing to perform such a clumsy act to gain a moment's attention.

It's ridiculous.

She lowered her head, looking at the pure-colored, steadily reacting liquid in her beaker, and a sense of superiority, an innate quality of being a higher being, rose within her.

However, as the white figure approached with rhythmic footsteps, Xia Mi's movements paused almost imperceptibly.

The footsteps stopped beside her lab bench.

Xia Mi could clearly smell the refreshing scent of disinfectant mixed with a faint mint on the boy.

She forced herself not to look up, pretending to be completely focused on the experiment in front of her, her fingers steadily pinching the dropper, precisely delivering the transparent reagent drop by drop into the beaker.

This is absolutely not normal; she is Jormungandr.

They are gods who walk among humans, and dragon kings who hold power over the earth and mountains.

How could a mere half-breed, a boy carrying the lingering aura of that old Odin, possibly affect my heartbeat?

This is a disgrace to the dignity of a monarch.

Time seemed to stretch out infinitely at that moment.

Every second became unbearable.

She could clearly feel that calm gaze fixed on her actions.

From the color of the liquid in the beaker, to the fingers holding the dropper, to the steady blue flame of the alcohol lamp.

He examined things extremely carefully, not overlooking any detail.

As Xia Mi waited anxiously, Chu Zihang finally looked away.

Footsteps sounded again as Ping walked toward the next experimental table.

Chu Zihang didn't say a single word from beginning to end.

Because her technique was textbook perfect, there was nothing that could be corrected.

Xia Mi let out a silent breath.

She then realized that a thin layer of cold sweat had seeped onto her back, clinging tightly to her shirt and bringing a slightly cool sensation.

The strange feeling in my heart did not dissipate because of his departure.

Just then, another, even more jarring commotion broke out.

"Ah! My hand!"

A long-haired girl let out a piercing scream, clutching her wrist, her pretty face contorted in pain.

On her fair wrist, a small area was rapidly turning yellow.

A drop of nitric acid splashed onto her skin.

"Quick! Rinse with plenty of water! Quick!"

The old professor in charge of the lecture, an elderly man with gray hair, rushed out from behind the podium in a hurry and shouted loudly.

The girls in the lab gasped in surprise. Some of the more timid girls even covered their eyes, while the majority rushed over in a flurry, and the scene descended into chaos.

Chu Zihang reacted faster than anyone else.

His body moved the instant the scream rang out.

He pushed through the chaotic crowd and immediately grabbed the injured girl's arm.

He pulled her along and strode towards the sink in the corner of the laboratory.

"Splash!"

He turned on the tap, and the cold water washed over her wound.

His movements remained calm and professional, without the slightest sign of panic.

He even carefully adjusted his position, using his body to block any water splashes that might rise up.

The long-haired girl, who was firmly protected behind him, seemed to have lessened her pain considerably.

Her teary eyes gazed intently at his sharply defined profile, her infatuation almost overflowing.

The entire laboratory was thrown into turmoil by this small accident.

The professor was trying to maintain order, the students were talking in panic, and the injured girl was sobbing quietly.

Xia Mi watched all of this with a cold eye.

She was almost 100% certain that the girl had done it on purpose.

That dose of nitric acid, if treated promptly, will not cause any serious harm. At most, it will leave a small scar that will fade away after a while.

But it is enough to create the kind of chaos that is currently drawing everyone's attention.

This is absolutely—utterly boring.

Xia Mi looked away; she had no interest whatsoever in this farcical human courtship spectacle.

She was preparing to complete the final step of her experiment so she could leave this irritating place ahead of time.

But just as she picked up another test tube...

Buzz—

A silent signal suddenly rang in her mind without warning.

This is because the Vigilance Alchemy Matrix, which she had painstakingly constructed last night using Fenrir's power and which was used to build around Nibelungen, has been activated.

That damned intruder is back again!

Xia Mi's pupils contracted sharply into dangerous vertical pupils in an instant.

All the languidness that belonged to the identity of "Xia Mi" and the trace of girlish troubles on her face vanished in an instant.

The surrounding noise and chaos seemed to be instantly removed.

The professor's shouts, the girl's screams, the rushing water—all of it became a silent, slowly flowing background.

"teacher."

Xia Mi raised her hand. Her voice wasn't loud, but it seemed to easily pierce through all the chaos in the room and clearly reach the old professor's ears.

Everyone's attention, including Chu Zihang who was tending to his wounds by the sink, was involuntarily drawn to the scene.

They saw Xia Mi, who was always lazy and incredibly beautiful, standing there clutching her stomach with a pained expression on her face.

"My stomach is upset, I need to go to the restroom."

Her face was just the right amount of pale, her voice sounded weak, and her brows were slightly furrowed. Anyone who saw her would think she was a pitiful girl who had suddenly fallen ill.

The old professor was already having a headache over the current mess. Hearing her words and seeing that she looked really bad, he waved his hand impatiently.

"Go, go, go quickly and come back quickly."

Xia Mi nodded politely to express her gratitude.

She calmly put down the glass rod in her hand and placed it steadily against the beaker wall.

Then she turned and walked toward the laboratory door.

Her steps were steady yet slightly hurried, no different from any other ordinary girl rushing to the restroom.

No one noticed the moment she turned around.

Deep within those seemingly gentle and harmless eyes, a glint of molten gold flashed.