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

Chapter 165 Xia Mi: If you don't mind, let's share an umbrella.

The rain in the capital city is incessant.

Lead-gray clouds hung heavily over the city, endlessly dripping cold rain.

The school bell rang in the campus of the preparatory class in the capital, the sound of the bell mixed with the sound of rain, making people feel dizzy.

After the noisy crowds dispersed, all that remained was a corridor washed excessively clean by the rain, and an office with its lights still on.

"Teacher Cheng, do all these materials really need to be organized today?"

Xia Mi pointed to the mountain of documents in front of her, which was almost half a person tall and smelled of ink, her tone filled with disbelief.

Cheng Sui sat leisurely behind his desk with his legs crossed, holding a steaming cup of goji berry tea in his hand.

"Of course, these are all important reference materials for the history class next semester, and they must be categorized, organized, and archived."

"Xia Mi, I entrusted this important task to you because I see that you are the most active in class."

Xia Mi thought to herself, "I'm annoyed."

Me, being proactive? I was only pretending to be proactive so I wouldn't get called on by you, you boring guy.

She wanted to struggle a little more.

"But teacher, there are too many of them, and I can't handle them all by myself—"

"one person?"

Cheng Sui finally put down his teacup, raised his head, and wore a warm smile.

"This is a crucial test of your overall abilities, and it will directly impact your grades. I believe you can do it, Xia Mi."

It's that trick again.

Xia Mi rolled her eyes inwardly.

This guy surnamed Cheng, ever since he came to the school, seems to have been at odds with her, always finding all sorts of high-sounding reasons to order her around.

She, a noble dragon king, is actually being forced to work for free as a human here.

This is an utter disgrace.

But she can't reveal her identity right now, so she has no choice but to accept it reluctantly.

"Okay, teacher."

Xia Mi forced a smile, resignedly moved a stool, and sat down in front of the paper mountain.

At the other end of the office, Chu Zihang was frowning as he looked at a lab report that had been stained beyond recognition with coffee.

This afternoon, Cheng Sui "accidentally" spilled his coffee, precisely onto the report he had just finished writing.

That report is required for tomorrow's lab class.

Cheng Sui's apology was sincere, but Chu Zihang always felt that there was a scheming hidden in those seemingly innocent eyes.

He didn't say much, but silently took a new report and started from scratch.

Time slipped away little by little amidst the rustling of pages turning and the sound of pen nibs gliding across the paper.

The sky outside the window gradually transitioned from a gloomy gray-white to a deep inky blue.

The rain was getting heavier and heavier.

What started as a light drizzle has now turned into a downpour, with raindrops pounding against the windowpane with a loud, rapid patter.

Xia Mi finally had the last category label affixed.

She let out a long sigh of relief, feeling like her back was about to break.

She stood up, rubbing her sore shoulders, and habitually looked towards Cheng Sui's seat.

The place was already deserted.

That wicked, incompetent teacher had already slipped away.

"asshole!"

Xia Mi muttered angrily under her breath, walked to the window, and looked at the rain curtain outside that seemed to be swallowing the whole world, feeling increasingly irritable.

With such heavy rain, it looks like tonight's trip to the Nibelungen is ruined.

She had originally planned to go back and reinforce the alchemical matrix in her domain to prevent any more foolish rats from breaking in.

Forget it, I'll go home, take a hot shower, and get a good night's sleep.

She turned around, ready to pick up her schoolbag and leave, but suddenly stopped.

She saw the figure standing on the terrace at the end of the corridor.

It's Chu Zihang.

He didn't use an umbrella; he just stood quietly under the eaves, letting the damp, cold wind blow against his forehead.

He didn't look at his phone or the scenery; he just stared at the rain curtain in front of him, fragmented by the streetlights, and his whole being exuded an indescribable desolation.

His back was straight, yet he was as frail as a lone sword that could be blown away by the wind at any moment.

Chu Zihang was indeed watching the rain.

He remembered that rainy night many years ago.

The same torrential rain, the same suffocating oppression.

A black rain curtain seemed to soak the sky, countless dead minions chased after the Maybach, Odin seemed to descend like a god, and—the man who dared to wield a sword against the gods, and his own disheveled state.

This is a wound in his heart that will never heal.

On rainy nights like these, the wound is torn open again, flowing with bone-deep sorrow and loneliness.

He was trapped in that rainy night and could never get out.

Xia Mi just watched him quietly.

She couldn't see the boy's expression, but she could clearly sense the overwhelming sense of loneliness emanating from him.

At that moment, she suddenly felt a little dazed.

She sensed something in this human boy that was incredibly similar to herself.

A profound sense of loneliness, as if one were isolated from the entire world.

She was the high and mighty Dragon King, a deity walking among mortals. Her kind had long since withered away in the long river of history, leaving only her and her imprisoned brother.

The world she saw was completely different from the world seen by ordinary people.

This innate difference is the blood sorrow destined to follow her in the dragon bloodline, and it destined her to be eternally lonely.

And what about him? Why did he do it?

A strange impulse suddenly welled up in Xia Mi's heart.

She walked out of the office and onto the terrace as if possessed.

The sound of rain suddenly became clear, carrying a cold, damp feeling.

Chu Zihang seemed to sense the movement behind him and pulled himself out of his endless memories.

He turned around and saw the girl who should have left long ago.

"What's up?"

His voice was as flat as ever, devoid of any emotion.

Chu Zihang's body tensed up involuntarily because he recognized the girl as Xia Mi, whom he had always suspected, and wondered what she wanted by suddenly approaching him.

Xia Mi looked into his dark eyes, which were like a night sky without stars.

She suddenly didn't know how to start the conversation.

Should we ask, "You look very sad, did you break up with your boyfriend?"

That's too gossipy; it doesn't fit her public image.

"It's raining really hard."

In the end, she just said that to make conversation.

"Um."

Chu Zihang responded and turned his gaze back to the rain.

Silence fell again.

Xia Mi felt somewhat annoyed, realizing that her actions just now made her seem like a complete fool.

She took a deep breath of the cold air and decided to stop beating around the bush.

"Didn't you bring an umbrella?" she asked.