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

Chapter 167 Counting Eyelashes

The rain gradually subsided, and the sound of raindrops hitting the windowpane became sparse, no longer like the dense drumbeats they had before.

The soundproofing in the old apartment building wasn't very good; you could occasionally hear the sound of a television from next door, as well as the roar of a toilet flushing upstairs.

These sounds, full of everyday life, made the small living room feel exceptionally real.

Chu Zihang sat on the slightly sagged fabric sofa. When he entered the room, he subconsciously observed the environment of this old neighborhood. The balconies were made of cement, and the wooden windows were painted green. It was hard to tell how old they were. The hallway was poorly lit, with only a few dim incandescent lights illuminating it. The walls were covered with little GGs that said "Drain Cleaning" or "Invoice Issuance," which seemed out of place with the sunny aura emanating from Xia Mi.

Chu Zihang stood up straight, his hands neatly placed on his knees, like a primary school student waiting for a teacher's reprimand.

This sense of unease was rare for him.

Whether facing dangerous mixed-race criminals or dealing with eccentric professors at Kassel College, he could maintain absolute composure.

But now, standing in this girl's boudoir, which is full of life, he felt like he didn't know where to put his hands and feet.

"Drink water."

Xia Mi walked over carrying a mug with a cartoon pattern on it. "We only have boiled water at home, so this will have to do."

"Thanks."

Chu Zihang took the cup.

The water was at just the right temperature, flowing down my throat and dispelling the lingering chill in my body.

He looked around.

This apartment is small, with a two-bedroom, one-living room layout.

The furniture was old, but it was kept very clean, revealing the girl's unique thoughtfulness.

Several outdated movie posters were pasted on the wall, and a few plush toys were piled up in the corner.

Do you live alone?

Chu Zihang still asked the question.

Although it was very impolite, he felt that something was wrong.

It's too quiet.

If she lives with her family, it shouldn't be so quiet at this time of year.

"No, my brother is also there."

Xia Mi casually sat down on another chair, swinging her legs.

"But he's a super lazybones, he's probably still fast asleep in his room at this hour."

She pointed to the closed bedroom door.

"As for my parents, they live in our hometown. I moved out to live with my brother so it would be easier for me to go to school. But I plan to let my brother go to our parents' place so I can rent a small room by myself and save a lot of money."

Her answer was impeccable, and her expression was natural: "The lease on this apartment expires next month, and I've already found a small one-bedroom apartment. I'll be moving in next month."

Chu Zihang nodded and didn't ask any further questions.

He glanced down at his still-dripping cuffs.

The rain just now soaked me so much that my shirt became almost transparent and clung to my body, which was very uncomfortable.

"Um—would you like to change your clothes?"

Xia Mi clearly noticed this as well.

Her gaze lingered for a second on the faint outline of his abdominal muscles before quickly looking away.

"No need, I'll be leaving soon."

"Don't push yourself, senior brother."

Xia Mi stood up and walked towards the large wardrobe standing in the corner without saying a word.

"I'm responsible for your cold, and I don't want to be killed by your fangirl stares."

She opened the wardrobe and rummaged through a pile of colorful clothes for a while.

"Give."

She tossed me a large white short-sleeved T-shirt.

"This belongs to my brother. He doesn't like wearing it, and it's still new. You're about the same size as him, so it should fit you."

Chu Zihang took the T-shirt.

It's made of pure cotton and feels very soft to the touch.

He was about to say thank you when his nose suddenly twitched.

A familiar smell entered his nostrils.

A faint jasmine scent, mixed with an indescribable sweetness.

It smells exactly like Xia Mi.

If it's the brother's clothes, why does it smell like the sister?

Moreover, the scent was so strong, it was as if it had just been taken off her body.

A hint of doubt flashed through Chu Zihang's mind.

But he didn't say anything.

Perhaps because the apartment was too small, the brother and sister washed their clothes together.

He found a reasonable explanation for himself.

"Thanks."

He thanked him again.

"I'll go change."

A few minutes later.

Chu Zihang changed his clothes and came out of the bathroom.

The T-shirt fit him perfectly; you could even say it was tailor-made for him.

The dry, soft fabric wrapped around my skin, and the damp, cold discomfort finally disappeared completely.

"See? I told you it would suit you perfectly."

Xia Mi looked him up and down and nodded in satisfaction.

"Alright, the rain seems to have lessened a lot."

She walked to the door, picked up the still-dripping black umbrella from the shoe cabinet, and handed it to him.

"You can take this umbrella for now, just return it to me another day."

"it is good."

Chu Zihang took the umbrella.

He stood at the doorway, looking at the smiling girl in front of him.

The warm yellow light shone on her, giving her a soft golden glow.

At this moment, Xia Mi looked so harmless and so warm.

Just like this old apartment full of everyday life, it makes you want to relax your guard.

"Then I'll be leaving first."

Chu Zihang said.

"Be careful on the road, senior."

Xia Mi waved her hand, her smile bright and innocent.

Chu Zihang nodded, turned around, and prepared to push open the door and leave.

The moment he turned around.

The temperature in the air suddenly dropped to freezing point.

Xia Mi's smile vanished.

In those once clear and lively eyes, all human emotions vanished in an instant.

Instead, there is an ancient and austere indifference.

It's as if a predator at the top of the food chain is scrutinizing its prey.

The dragon instincts within her are gradually awakening.

The man in front of me is not just a simple mixed-race person.

The faint yet palpable aura of danger emanating from him caused the dragon blood within her to stir restlessly.

He was too close to her core secret.

Behind that tightly closed bedroom door lay a truth she could never let anyone discover.

If we let him leave like this, what if he notices something—

We must find out his background before he poses a real threat.

If necessary —

To obliterate.

The thought flashed through Jormungandr's mind.

Her body moves faster than her mind.

Without any warning.

Xia Mi suddenly moved.

In the dimly lit living room, she didn't even make a sound.

Like a ghostly shadow, it instantly approached Chu Zihang from behind.

Chu Zihang was completely unaware.

He remained in the position of pushing the door open, completely unaware of the deadly threat that was about to befall him.

This was his greatest trust in this "junior," and also his most fatal flaw.

Xia Mi raised her hand.

Her slender hands, brought together like knives, slashed precisely at the back of Chu Zihang's neck.

That's where the carotid sinus is located.

If the force is appropriate, it can instantly cut off the blood supply to the brain, causing a person to lose consciousness within a fraction of a second.

"Bang."

A dull, soft sound.

Chu Zihang's body stiffened abruptly.

Before he could even utter a sound, darkness enveloped him.

His tall body slumped forward softly.

Xia Mi reached out and steadily supported him.

He didn't fall to the ground making any sound.

The whole process took less than a second.

Clean, neat, and efficient.

This was a perfect hunt.

Xia Mi dragged the unconscious Chu Zihang back to the sofa.

She looked down at the unsuspecting man, the golden light in her eyes flickering uncertainly.

A fierce internal struggle was raging within her.

"Are you crazy?! He's Chu Zihang!"

The part of Xia Mi's consciousness that belonged to humanity was screaming.

"Shut up."

Jormungandr ruthlessly suppressed that weak voice.

"Anything that could potentially threaten us must be investigated."

She crouched down and began to examine Chu Zihang's body.

She searched through all his pockets.

Several bank cards and identification documents were neatly inserted into the wallet.

The photo on his ID card still shows that expressionless face.

Teacher's certificate, a temporary document for the preparatory course at Kassel College.

There was also a bunch of keys with a somewhat worn basketball keychain hanging from them.

There were no weapons.

There is no alchemy equipment.

Even on his phone, there were only some basic call logs and text messages.

He was as clean as a blank sheet of paper.

The golden light in Jormungandr's eyes gradually dimmed.

At least for now, he doesn't seem to be carrying any special equipment specifically designed for her.

He really just happened to be passing by and was "kindly" brought back by her.

"See? I told you you were overthinking it."

Xia Mi's voice regained its dominance, carrying a hint of relief at surviving a disaster.

"Better safe than sorry."

Jormungandr snorted coldly, but the chilling killing intent had already subsided by more than half.

She stood up again and looked at Chu Zihang lying on the sofa.

While in a coma, he lost some of his usual coldness and became more childlike in his quietness.

His breathing was steady and long.

His brows relaxed slightly, no longer furrowed as they usually were.

Having let down all his guard, he actually looked somewhat... well-behaved?

Xia Mi was startled by the word that popped into her head.

She must be crazy to think Chu Zihang is well-behaved.

This is a violent maniac who can cut down a group of Deadpools without batting an eye.

But right now, he really has no offensive power whatsoever.

Xia Mi squatted down next to the sofa.

She rested her chin on her hands, observing the face closely.

I have to say, this guy is really good-looking.

His brow bone was high, his nose bridge was straight, and his features were so distinct that they resembled a Greek sculpture.

He always has a cold expression, which makes people afraid to get close to him.

Now that he's asleep, that aloof aura has disappeared, replaced by a youthful innocence.

As Xia Mi watched, she suddenly felt a soft spot in her heart being gently touched.

The loneliness I felt in the rain surged up again.

They are actually the same kind of people.

They are all outcasts living in this world wearing masks.

However, her mask was that of a lively and adorable young girl.

His mask is that of a ruthless and efficient killer.

Beneath the masks, they are all the same Ziran.

"What an idiot."

Xia Mi muttered something softly.

"How could you trust someone so easily? You won't even know how you died later."

She stretched out a finger and gently poked Chu Zihang's cheek.

It's soft and feels pretty good.

She poked it again.

Chu Zihang remained unresponsive.

A mischievous pleasure welled up in Xia Mi's heart.

It makes you always seem unapproachable.

Now, aren't you completely at my mercy?

She suddenly remembered something.

That's a widely circulated legend at Shilan Middle School.

The topic is "If I were to win over Chu Zihang, what would I do?"

The hardliners were determined to overthrow him, the artsy types wanted to hear Chu Zihang tell bedtime stories, the devoted wife and mother type wanted to raise their beloved Chu Zihang baby until he was chubby and big-eared, and the career-oriented type scoffed, saying, "Let him live the life he wants with me! I'll take care of him!" In the end, the sentimental type stood out. A girl whispered, "I just want to count his eyelashes one by one when he sleeps—" These words melted the hearts of countless people at the time.

Counting eyelashes is something like that.

It's absurd, childish, and very girly.

It's completely inconsistent with her noble status as the Dragon King.

but----

Xia Mi looked at Chu Zihang's two rows of excessively long eyelashes and suddenly felt a little itchy.

Anyway, no one saw it.

Just consider it a way to kill time when you're bored.

She found herself a perfect excuse.

Xia Mi held her breath and cautiously moved closer.

The two faces were very close together.

She was so close that she could clearly feel Chu Zihang's warm breath on her face.

It's a little itchy.