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

Cheng Sui scanned the hall, but instead of seeing the Boston lobster, he spotted Fingel waving his "crackers".

"Hey, junior, do you know what you look like right now? You're like the male lead in a Korean drama who steals the bride." Fingel pulled Cheng Sui aside and pointed at the school badge on Cheng Sui's clothes. "Why did you come in your school uniform? Didn't I tell you... oh, I don't think I did tell you to wear formal attire."

Cheng Sui rolled her eyes and said irritably, "Don't overthink it. I'm just here for dinner. I'm not even close to Nuonuo. Even if she gets engaged to Caesar tonight, it's none of my business. But how did you get in? Did Caesar send you an invitation?"

Cheng Sui looked at Fingel suspiciously, wondering if Fingel had climbed in through some window to steal food.

Fingel exaggeratedly clutched his chest, saying with feigned anguish, "Junior, how can you look at me like that? I'm a veteran of seven dynasties, and the head of the news department. Tomorrow, the Night Watch Forum is waiting for me to lead the reporting. Caesar should at least give me an invitation."

Cheng Sui nodded, agreeing with Fingel's point. He looked around and asked curiously, "So, where's the Boston lobster? If not, I'm leaving."

"It's on the second floor. The dining area is on the second floor; the first floor is their dance hall. Junior, why are you thinking about food as soon as you walk in? Aren't you curious about how Caesar's confession went tonight?"

Cheng Sui tilted her head in confusion and looked at Fingel, wondering why Fingel always felt that he should pay attention to Nuonuo: "What does it matter to me whether they are dating or not? I'm just here to eat delicious food."

As he spoke, Cheng Sui headed straight for the second floor, his eyes not lingering in the dance hall for even a second longer.

Fingel paused for a second, then quickly caught up with Cheng Sui, "Junior, wait for me."

Cheng Sui glanced back at Fingel, who was sticking to him like glue, and said helplessly, "Shouldn't you be pointing your camera at Caesar or Nono? What's with following me like this?"

Fingel casually picked up a plate of chocolate cake from the long dining table, subtly changing the subject, "Oh, this chocolate cake tastes really good, junior, why don't you try some?"

Cheng Sui pushed away the chocolate cake that Fingel handed her and fixed her gaze on the seafood feast neatly arranged on the table not far away.

Among the many delicacies, Boston lobster is undoubtedly the star. Carefully cooked, it presents an enticing orange-red color and is neatly arranged on a large silver platter, with rosemary and lemon slices underneath, filling the air with the aroma of spices and lemon.

Cheng's appetite was whetted, and he strode toward the lobster.

In the ballroom, Caesar, holding a glass of champagne and with his left hand in his trouser pocket, greeted each guest with a broad smile.

He had just seen Cheng Sui enter the venue. Although he was surprised that Cheng Sui was wearing a school uniform, his aristocratic education from childhood still told him to go up and greet him politely.

But before Caesar could even take a step, Cheng Sui strode directly to the second floor. Caesar was stunned for a moment, then gave a wry smile.

Truly, a pure person.

In fact, Caesar sometimes envied people like Cheng Sui, who didn't have to bear the burdens imposed on them by their families and could live freely.

Normally, Caesar would have engaged in serious conversation with each guest, using his superb conversational skills to quickly find common interests and ensure that both parties were happy in just a few words.

But Caesar seemed somewhat distracted today. His gaze lingered in the ballroom of the Amber Pavilion for a long time, but he couldn't find the person he was looking for. He was searching for the girl, and he was confident that he would be the first to find her.

But the girl doesn't seem to have arrived yet. Will she miss the party...?

But the roar of an engine dispelled Caesar's doubts.

A red Ferrari 599 roared toward the Amber Pavilion. Just as it was about to crash into the red carpet, the car suddenly swerved sideways, executing a clean and almost arrogant drift, stopping precisely in the center of the red carpet. Its sharpness was like the ponytail that the red-haired girl flipped when she turned around, eliciting gasps from the crowd.

The Ferrari's doors opened, soaring upwards like eagle wings.

The first thing to emerge was a foot wearing a bandage-style red high heel. The ankle was slender and delicate. If you didn't see it with your own eyes, it would be hard to connect this foot with the Ferrari's violent drift just now.

The girl stood up straight, and the car door slowly closed behind her. The girl's dress was an aggressive bright red, but the design was extremely simple, without any superfluous decorations, relying solely on the perfect cut to fit her exquisite figure.

The delicate shoulder straps revealed a large expanse of fair skin and collarbone, while the skirt had a slit on one side, allowing glimpses of long, slender legs to be seen as the wearer moved.

The girl stood there, like a sharp blade gleaming with cold light, announcing her arrival in the most domineering way, as if all the lights were there only to focus on her appearance.

Caesar stepped out the door with a calm and steady gait. His golden hair flowed like molten gold under the lights, and his icy blue eyes swept across the crowd, locking onto the girl dressed in dazzling red.

All eyes couldn't help but shift back and forth between the two people at opposite ends of the red carpet.

On one side is the wild and untamed red-haired priestess who has just made an explosive debut.

At the other end stood a king, radiant as a leader, guarding the palace.

Nono casually tossed the car keys to a waiter beside her, then slightly raised her chin at Caesar, her eyes seeming to say, "You're just standing there?"

Caesar understood her gaze and walked towards Nono with a smile on his face.

Caesar tilted his head slightly and made an extremely elegant "please" gesture, the movement graceful and natural, as if he were inviting a familiar dance partner.

Nono naturally put her hand on his, and the two walked onto the red carpet.

"I almost got late." She said casually, her steps light and lazy.

"But you still made it." Caesar held Nono's hand, a faint smile flickering in his icy blue eyes. "And you were stunning enough."

His gaze fell on the red carpet and Nono's bright red dress, "It's like a color reserved for you."

This short red carpet walk, however, was made to exude an aura of grandeur and power by the two of them.

"Damn, junior, aren't you coming to see? No wonder Caesar has his eye on her, she's so wild. Caesar is a man who likes to control everything, no wonder he likes a girl like Nono." Fingel stood on the second-floor balcony, watching with great interest.

With a perfectly baked brioche bread and pan-fried foie gras in his mouth, Cheng Sui followed Fingel's gaze downwards and caught the moment when Caesar took Nono's hand.

After silently mourning for Lu Mingfei for a second, Cheng Sui mumbled:

"Senior, could you get me another Wellington steak?"