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

Chapter 163 Three-Way Standoff

The old principal of the preparatory class had his back completely soaked with sweat.

The expensive suit fabric clung tightly to the skin, creating a sticky sensation that made one feel irritable.

The old principal sat upright, his hands folded on his lap, trying to maintain his dignity as the head of the school.

But the beads of sweat sliding down his forehead betrayed his inner fear.

But he felt as if he were in a sealed pressure vessel, where the air was so thin that every breath he took was incredibly difficult.

The pressure came from the three young people on the sofa opposite him.

Three new teachers.

The one on the left is Chu Zihang.

He sat there quietly, wearing a perfectly pressed white shirt without a single wrinkle, like a lifeless sculpture, shutting out the whole world.

The one on the right is Cheng Sui.

He was completely sunk into the soft sofa, his posture so languid that he looked like he could fall asleep at any moment.

However, the old principal felt the greatest pressure from Cheng Sui. He always felt that beneath Cheng Sui's seemingly harmless appearance lurked a ferocious beast that could awaken at any moment.

The person sitting in the very center is the third person who has just arrived.

Caesar Gattuso.

He sat there casually, legs crossed, with an elegant posture as if he were attending a royal banquet.

But the kingly aura he exuded made it hard for the old principal to breathe.

The mere presence of any one of these three individuals would be enough to make the old principal extremely vigilant in dealing with them.

And now the three of them are all in this small office.

The former principal felt as if he were not welcoming new colleagues, but rather sitting on the bench, awaiting the final verdict of three judges.

"cough."

The old principal cleared his dry throat, trying to break the suffocating silence.

He decided to adopt a strategy of defeating them one by one.

He first turned his gaze to Chu Zihang, who seemed the most serious.

"Teacher Chu, I've seen your resume, it's outstanding."

The old principal's voice carried a deliberate gentleness.

"Your expertise in experimental physics and alchemical chemistry far surpasses that of your peers, and is even more profound than that of some of our senior professors. It is an honor for the students to have you serve as their teaching assistant for the lab courses."

This is a heartfelt compliment.

Chu Zihang's academic ability is impeccable; he is a true genius.

"It's my duty."

Chu Zihang nodded slightly, uttered four words, and then said nothing more.

The expected indifference.

The old principal didn't take it to heart; he was already used to dealing with such academic eccentrics.

He turned to look at Cheng Sui, his smile becoming increasingly cautious.

"Professor Cheng—your background is very unique."

The old principal carefully considered his words.

Cheng Sui's file contained only a few words, but the name in the recommender's column was someone who made his heart pound every time he saw it.

"I've always been very interested in the history of the dragon race, especially those mysterious stories that have been lost to the river of time. I hope to have the opportunity to learn more from Professor Cheng in the future."

These words were both a test and a gesture of goodwill.

Upon hearing this, Cheng Sui lazily lifted his eyelids.

"No problem."

The old principal breathed a sigh of relief; he hadn't expected this person to be so easy to talk to.

Finally, he took a deep breath and turned his gaze to Caesar Gattuso as if he were heading to his execution.

Facing this heir of the Gattuso family, the old headmaster almost abandoned all pretenses, his tone nearly pleading.

"Mr. Caesar."

He didn't even dare to use the title "teacher".

"It is truly an honor for us that you have graced our humble abode with your presence. I have only one small request: I hope that during your stay, you can—can keep a little low profile."

He nervously rubbed his hands together.

"Although this school is not large, it is, after all, a place for teaching and nurturing students; these are all students here—"

The old principal hesitated, as if he wanted to say something but then stopped.

Caesar chuckled softly upon hearing this.

The clear laughter sent a chill down the old principal's spine.

"Principal, please don't be nervous. I'm just here to experience life."

He extended a finger and gently shook it.

"Since it's a game, I'll naturally abide by the rules. Of course, I'll leave early if I get bored," Caesar glanced at Chu Zihang and added, "when someone leaves."

Upon hearing this, the old principal felt not relieved, but rather that the weight on his heart had finally been lifted.

Hopefully, this young master of the Gattuso family, who inexplicably came here, will cause less trouble these next few days.

This suffocating conversation has finally come to an end.

The teaching tasks for the three were quickly arranged.

Caesar unsurprisingly chose "Appreciation of Western Culture," a course that best showcased his taste and erudition.

Chu Zihang remained the lab assistant.

Cheng Sui continued to hold the title of "history teacher".

The three of them walked out of the principal's office together.

The moment the heavy wooden door to the office closed behind them, the old principal slumped into his chair, gasping for breath.

The afternoon sun was shining brightly in the corridor.

Three people’s muscles, muscles, and muscles.

The three of them walking together created a strange yet incredibly harmonious scene.

All the students who passed by, regardless of gender, stopped in their tracks the moment they saw them.

They instinctively held their breath, making way for the three new "teachers".

Only after the three figures disappeared at the end of the corridor did the crowd begin to discuss the matter.

"My God! Who's that blond teacher in the middle? He's as handsome as Apollo!"

"The guy with black hair next to me is so handsome, but he seems so cold, I don't dare to get close to him."

"Don't you guys think Teacher Cheng Sui is very charming? —"

A discussion about the new teacher quickly spread throughout the campus.

The three main characters seemed oblivious to this.

They arrived at their own teachers' office.

Pushing open the door, the interior furnishings are immediately apparent.

Three desks, arranged in a standard equilateral triangle, are placed in the three corners of the room.

The three powers stand in a tripartite balance, clearly distinct.

Caesar's gaze swept around the room.

He first glanced at Chu Zihang, who was quietly walking to his seat and starting to tidy up his desk.

Then his gaze fell on Cheng Sui, who had already found his seat and immediately lay down to catch up on sleep.

The Gattuso family heir wore a meaningful smile.

The office door was gently closed.

Three brand-new nameplates were hung side by side on the door.

Kassel College, Principal's Office.

Angers held a steaming cup of black tea, leisurely watching the white pigeons taking off and landing in Kassel Square outside the window.

"Ring ring ring".

The phone on the desk rang at that moment.

He walked over slowly and picked up the receiver.

"Feed?"

"Angers!"

On the other end of the phone came Frost Gattuso's suppressed roar of anger.

"Why did you send Caesar to the capital without the Gattuso family's consent?

Angers moved the receiver further away and picked at his ear.

"My dear Frost, I think you've got one thing wrong."

He chuckled softly. "I didn't arrange for him to go; he wanted to go himself. You know, once that kid makes up his mind, even I can hardly change it."

Frost fell silent on the other end of the phone, with only heavy breathing coming through.

Angers' smile widened.

"However, I am quite curious."

He took a sip of black tea and asked slowly.

Why did you react so strongly?

"Could it be that there really is some danger in the capital city that could threaten our student council president?"

Frost fell silent again.

This silence was longer than the last.

After a long while, he finally managed to squeeze out a sentence through gritted teeth.

"Angers, I warn you, you'd better not let anything happen to Caesar."

After saying that, he slammed the phone down.

As Angers listened to the busy tone coming from the receiver, the smile on his face slowly faded.

He placed the teacup on the table, walked to the huge floor-to-ceiling window, and gazed at the distant skyline.