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

Chapter 169 Caesar: Cheng Sui, you have no taste at all!

The next morning, the rain stopped and the sky cleared.

Sunlight pierced through the clouds, washing the entire city clean and refreshing, the air filled with the fresh scent of earth and grass.

The bedroom door was gently pushed open, and Xia Mi walked in.

She was wearing a clean school uniform, her face showing just the right amount of fatigue, and there were faint dark circles under her eyes.

She glanced instinctively toward the living room, which was empty except for neatly folded blankets and pillows, as if everything from last night had been just a dream.

Xia Mi stretched, her curves looking exceptionally beautiful in the sunlight.

Xia Mi glanced at the neatly folded blanket, pouted, and muttered, "So clueless about romance—"

Half an hour later, at the entrance of the Imperial Preparatory Class of Kassel College.

Chu Zihang was carrying a folder. He was still wearing that impeccably tailored white shirt, with a stern expression and clear eyes.

Last night's events seem to have left no trace on him.

"Excuse me, excuse me, I'm going to be late!"

Xia Mi stumbled up the stairs, a piece of bread still dangling from her mouth.

Chu Zihang couldn't help but look at Xia Mi, who was running past him.

Their eyes met briefly, then they quickly looked away, blushing slightly.

They were like two complete strangers; one walked toward the teachers' office, and the other returned to his classroom, without exchanging a single word.

In the office, Cheng Sui took in everything.

He looked at the girl with light steps but a hint of panic in her eyes, and then at the boy whose face was normal but whose aura was gentler than usual.

Young people are so great.

Cheng Sui leisurely turned on his computer and began processing the backlog of teaching documents.

It seems that my plan to arrange for the two of them to meet has succeeded, but why is the system still not responding?

Has the conflict between Sasuke and Itachi gotten so serious that even sharing a room with each other can't resolve it?

Cheng Sui fell into deep thought.

For a moment, the only sounds in the office were the crisp tapping of keyboards and the rustling of Caesar flipping through fashion magazines.

"Drip, drip, drip."

After Cheng finished processing the last document, he clicked send.

He stretched and took out an exquisitely packaged black velvet box from the bottom drawer of his desk.

The box wasn't big, but it was quite substantial.

He opened the box, and an antique-style device lay quietly in the soft padding.

It looks like an old-fashioned smartphone, made entirely of some unknown dark gold metal. There is no camera or brand logo on the body, only some intricate patterns that resemble ancient inscriptions.

This was the encrypted communication device that Cheng Sui had asked the Minister of Equipment to tailor-make for him a few days ago.

It utilizes some alchemical techniques derived from "spiritual vision," which theoretically can shield against most mental profiling and spying.

Not only that, Cheng Sui also specifically inquired and found that the phone came with a locally deployed mini Norma that could automatically detect Kaguya's reconnaissance and take countermeasures.

This is a gift he prepared for Erii.

"I said, Cheng Sui."

Caesar had somehow appeared, his golden head peering curiously at the contents of the box from in front of Cheng Sui's desk.

"Is this the gift you're preparing for your 'rumored girlfriend'?"

Caesar refers to the girl with the same hair color as Nono, who was secretly photographed by Fingel on the Night's Watch forum.

"Yes," Cheng Sui readily admitted.

Caesar's face showed undisguised disgust.

"Your taste is worse than Fingel's underwear."

Cheng Sui felt a barely perceptible throbbing in the veins on his forehead. What a strange metaphor.

He pinched his nose and disdainfully picked the phone out of the box with two fingers.

"What is this? Is it an antique from the last century? What girl would like something so old-fashioned and unsophisticated?"

Caesar wore a pained expression.

"Giving gifts to girls is an art, not a task."

He tossed the phone back into the box and snapped his fingers like a theatrical performer about to give a speech.

"You should give her a Tiffany's Legendary Star, or a Van Cleef & Arpels Pont des Amorepacific, or at the very least, a pink Lamborghini would barely pass muster."

He paused, then looked at Cheng Sui with an expression that said, "This child is hopeless."

"Forget it, you can't expect to figure it out on your own."

Caesar patted Cheng Sui on the shoulder with a generous expression.

"After school, I'll take you to a luxury goods plaza and show you what a real 'gift' is."

Chu Zihang, who was engrossed in preparing his lesson, paused slightly upon hearing these words, his hand holding the pen pausing slightly. He couldn't help but glance at 0.

Cheng Sui smiled and shook his head, politely declining the wealthy man's offer.

"The thought is what counts; the gift itself doesn't matter."

"vulgar."

Caesar curled his lip, expressing the highest level of contempt for Cheng Sui's clueless and straightforward thinking.

"A man who doesn't know how to please a woman with material things is no different from a Neanderthal."

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He shook his head and walked back to his seat, seemingly having given up on saving Cheng Sui.

Cheng Sui ignored his complaints.

He closed the box, put it back deep in the drawer, and then looked up at the clock on the wall.

10:00 AM.

The hands of the clock moved slowly and steadily on the dial, making a soft "click" sound.

Cheng Sui silently did the math in his head.

If it's 10 AM in Beijing, then it should be 11 AM in Japan.

At this time, Erii should have finished her morning medical check-up and be resting in her room, or perhaps playing her game console.

it's time.

He stood up from the chair and stretched his stiff neck.

"I'm going to the restroom."

He casually greeted the other two people in the office.

Caesar, who was frowning over a complex alchemical matrix diagram, simply waved his hand impatiently upon hearing this.

Chu Zihang nodded in response.

Cheng Sui walked out of the office, through the empty corridor, and went straight into the restroom stall, locking the door behind him.

The space was small and dimly lit.

He closed his eyes, and his entire being instantly calmed down.

He was sensing the Flying Thunder God mark left on Erii's back, which was far away in Japan.

In less than a minute, Cheng Sui slowly opened his eyes, slightly mobilized his chakra, and then his figure disappeared instantly.

Meanwhile, in the preparatory class teachers' office.

Caesar Gattuso was still frantically scratching his long blond hair, muttering curses under his breath at the professor who had posed the problem.

Chu Zihang was meticulously preparing the handouts for the afternoon's lab class.

No one knew that in that instant, their colleague Cheng Sui had traveled thousands of kilometers from this small office to heavily guarded Japan.

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