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

As evening fell, Cheng Sui, dressed in her Kassel school uniform, was walking toward the Amber Building, with the invitation letter Fingel had given her that noon tucked into her pocket.

This grand confession party was originally supposed to be held at the Norton Hall.

But Cheng Sui is the victor of a day of freedom, and now Norton House is nominally his.

Caesar had negotiated with him before and even gave Cheng Sui a considerable sum of money in rent, more than Cheng Sui had ever seen in both his previous lives combined.

But Cheng Sui refused, for a very simple reason.

He didn't want to reveal his abilities in the short term, so he needed the Norton House to test his ninjutsu.

Only in the Norton Hall could he safely unleash his various ninjutsu techniques, ensuring he wouldn't be photographed by the paparazzi from the news department.

He had previously planned to move to Norton House, but the thought of the high heating costs and property taxes made him give up the idea.

Cheng looked up and could see the brightly lit Amber Pavilion from a distance.

Caesar rented Amber Hall as a venue for student council activities and his own residence. After renovation, it resembled a palace, with ancient Roman-style sculptures placed on both sides of the main entrance, and the reliefs on the portico showcasing the romantic style of the Apennine Peninsula.

Luxury cars drove past Cheng Sui. The boys, with their hair neatly combed, wore custom-made suits with hand-sewn tailoring. The female companions in the passenger seats wore deep V-neck evening gowns, their cleavage dazzling. The excellent design of the evening gowns accentuated the girls' waistlines, making them look as alluring as water snakes.

Cheng Sui stood at the end of the red carpet, watching men and women walk hand in hand into the Amber Pavilion. The flashes from the cameras of the paparazzi around him made it almost impossible for Cheng Sui to open his eyes.

If it weren't for the fact that he actually had the invitation from Finger in his pocket, Cheng Sui would almost have suspected that he had accidentally wandered into the Grammy Awards or the Oscars.

Before arriving, Cheng Sui had already imagined that the party would be incredibly grand, but the wealth Caesar displayed still surprised him.

However, the reaction was limited to surprise.

Cheng Sui came to this party for a simple reason: to freeload a meal, and once he was full, he would leave.

But Fingel didn't tell me I had to wear formal attire.

Cheng Sui's presence also attracted a lot of attention. After all, a person in a school uniform suddenly appearing among a group of people in haute couture suits and evening gowns was like a big yellow dog suddenly running into a dog show.

But that's what makes human nature so interesting.

If it were someone unknown, like Cheng Sui a week ago, coming to the scene would definitely be met with ridicule and sarcasm. Even if these privileged young people didn't say anything, their eyes would betray their disdain.

But Cheng Sui defeated Caesar and Chu Zihang, making him the undisputed number one in the academy now.

Therefore, everything Cheng Sui does takes on a deeper meaning in their eyes, and the school uniform he wears is given positive connotations such as "unconventional" and "unique".

Cheng Sui, of course, did not show any other emotions, such as hanging his head like some loser as he entered the Amber Pavilion.

He had faced himself squarely a long time ago and accepted the gap between himself and this group of people.

In a sense, he and Fingel are the same kind of people who can accept their own shortcomings. Moreover, this group of people had no ill intentions; it was just a simple misunderstanding caused by different classes and perspectives.

Just like in the movie "Dragon One," when Caesar invited Lu Mingfei to a banquet, Lu Mingfei arrived only to find himself looking like an ugly duckling, and even felt that Caesar's gaze was either mocking or an attempt to establish his authority.

But Caesar wouldn't do that. Just as Xiang Yu didn't kill Liu Bang at the Feast at Hongmen, Caesar wouldn't deliberately set up a banquet to mock Lu Mingfei. Caesar was, at heart, as proud as Xiang Yu. They only wanted to achieve a fair and square victory, not through intrigue and trickery.

In Lu Mingfei's eyes, a gathering might be about everyone sitting around a table, eating pizza or roast chicken, getting a little tipsy and revealing each other's embarrassing moments, and then taking a taxi before parting ways, standing in front of the car door laughing as they say goodbye.

In the eyes of another group, a gathering should be like this: everyone wearing their most expensive clothes, holding hands with their proud female companions, and showing off their smiles under the spotlight.

As Cheng Sui walked the red carpet, he instantly attracted everyone's attention. Countless cameras were pointed at Cheng Sui, and the paparazzi were already imagining what the top post on the Night Watchers forum would be tomorrow.

Shocking! Cheng Sui suddenly appears at Caesar's confession party—will he steal her away or relentlessly pursue her?

"Hello, please show me your invitation."

The greeter at the door smiled and wisely refrained from mentioning that Cheng Sui wasn't wearing formal attire.

The rules are set for the majority of people, but there is a small group of people who are above the rules. If it weren't for so many people watching, the waiter wouldn't even bother asking for the invitation.

Cheng Sui took out the crumpled invitation card. The waiter's smile remained unchanged as he politely bowed to welcome Cheng Sui to the banquet.

"I hope you enjoy the party, Mr. Cheng Sui."

"..."

The double carved wooden doors at the entrance to the Amber Pavilion's main hall were silently pushed open by a waiter.

The hustle and bustle outside seemed to vanish in an instant, and an eerie silence spread rapidly like a tide, drawing everyone's attention to the doorway.

A boy wearing the standard uniform of Kassel College walked in, and because he had just entered the hall from darkness, he couldn't help but squint to adjust his eyes to the light in the hall.

A white shirt, a dark green suit jacket, and the school's World Tree emblem embroidered on the chest. In this setting of elegant attire and formal wear, this everyday school uniform seemed out of place, even somewhat jarring.

But no one can ignore him.

It wasn't because of his clothes, but because of who he was.

To others, Cheng Sui had an upright posture, yet exuded a casual and relaxed air, as if he hadn't stumbled into a top-notch ball, but had simply wandered into the wrong classroom.

The boy's slightly messy black hair fell across his forehead, and his eyes held a casual scrutiny as he swept his gaze across the room.

The crystal chandelier shattered its light into countless fragments, which fell between the gleaming marble floor and the champagne tower. The air was filled with the scent of Damask roses and cedar. The pianist played Debussy's "Clair de Lune," and men and women gathered to chat, waiting for the ball to begin.

Fingel hid behind the dining table, watching Cheng Sui enter, and secretly gave him a thumbs up: "Junior, you're handsome, just like I was back in the day. But what's with this solo act? It doesn't feel like you're here to attend the party, but rather to cause trouble."

Cheng Sui didn't hear Fingel's mutterings and continued to scan the entire room. To others, it looked like a general inspecting soldiers.

But Cheng Sui's idea was simple.

Fingel said Caesar prepared Boston lobsters, but I looked around and couldn't find any.