"I'm in the Dragon Clan, what the heck is the Naruto Counterattack System?"

"Did I wander into the wrong world, or did you wander onto the wrong movie set?"

Qi Xiuyuan ground his slightly aching teeth, thinking to himself, "Fifteen years! I finally got a cheat code, and this kind of blunder is just asking for trouble. Maybe you should take another look at what kind of world this is?"

[The Naruto World.]

Four words appeared on the blue screen, cold and devoid of any emotion.

"Naruto..." Qi Xiuyuan took a breath, forcing a smile, "Then how old do you think I am?"

[Thirty years old, mediocre talent, and no achievements.]

"...Transfer to manual processing."

[Thirty years old, mediocre talent, and no achievements.]

Upon seeing this, Qi Xiuyuan's forehead tensed up; if this were viewed from an anime perspective, veins bulging out in the shape of a "#".

With his forward-thinking vision and self-discipline since childhood, even though he doesn't seem to have dragon blood, he is a "rising star" in the eyes of many people. How come you say he has accomplished nothing?

But soon, he forced himself to suppress his soaring blood pressure and accepted the fact that the system was mentally deficient.

It must be admitted that in a chaotic world like Naruto where individual strength determines everything, unless he followed a path similar to Orochimaru, his experience might really be as described on the screen, given his lack of ninjutsu talent.

So, now the question is...

"I'm in the Dragon World now, how can you help me 'turn the tables'?" Qi Xiuyuan asked a soul-searching question.

However, the system in front of him ignored him, as if it could not understand his meaning.

Gudong!Gudong!

As Qi Xiuyuan continued to try to communicate, perhaps because he was thirsty, the homeroom teacher finally stopped nagging, picked up the thermos next to him, and took a sip.

Whispers filled the classroom as people looked at Lu Mingfei, who was in front of Qi Xiuyuan, with various expressions of pity, mockery, and indifference.

If Chu Zihang is a moonflower, then Qi Xiuyuan is a sunflower.

In contrast, Lu Mingfei, who is not particularly good-looking, has mediocre grades, and a timid personality, is like a "foxtail grass" growing by the roadside, which people will intentionally or unintentionally step on when they pass by.

In the words of his cousin Lu Mingze, "Lu the God" has a pitiful background. His parents abandoned him and left him to be raised in their own home. He has been away abroad for three years and has not been seen since. He is truly unloved and uncared for.

"..."

Being singled out and criticized by the homeroom teacher and compared to Qi Xiuyuan, Lu Mingfei opened his mouth under everyone's gaze, seemingly wanting to say something, but in the end he didn't say anything. However, his already crooked spine seemed to become even more hunched.

"Ho~tui!"

The homeroom teacher put down his cup, looked at the chattering crowd below, frowned, and said, "Quiet! Not just Lu Mingfei, but all of you, all of you, get quiet..."

Jingle Bell!

Just as the homeroom teacher was about to say something more, the shrill bell rang, signaling the end of get out of class.

The classroom began to stir. Students stretched and relaxed their stiff joints from sitting for too long, and the chairs scraped against the floor with a screeching sound.

Bang! Bang bang!!

"Don't move! Are you all eager for vacation?"

Looking at the students below, who were itching to learn, the homeroom teacher adjusted his glasses and said coldly, "I will be checking the English texts you need to memorize this week when you come back from the holiday. You need to write them down five times from memory. The class representative will collect them then."

"Ah~"

Amidst the wails, the homeroom teacher dusted off the chalk dust in her hands, picked up her thermos, and quietly left, just as quietly as she had come, waving goodbye without taking away a single cloud.

However, after she left, the students, who had been feeling down, quickly perked up, and the classroom was filled with noise again as they discussed where they would go for the holidays.

Qi Xiuyuan had no interest in joining their conversation. He simply rested his chin on his hand and looked down at the book as usual, but in reality, he was studying the system screen in front of him.

Fortunately, his classmates had known him for two years and knew that he didn't like being disturbed while reading, so they wisely refrained from trying to strike up a conversation with him.

"India? Don't go there! I never wanted to go back after just one visit. It's as dirty and chaotic as a rural market, the air is thick with the smell of cow dung and curry, and the buildings in the high-caste areas are from the colonial era..."

"Italy is still the best. There are marble sculptures of great artistry everywhere. The Papal Palace is especially worth visiting. My dad even arranged for someone to take me to see the Raphael Gallery, which is not usually open to the public..."

Suddenly, a gasp came from beside him. Startled, Qi Xiuyuan looked up and saw a boy sitting boldly on the table next to him, proudly boasting about his overseas experience like a peacock.

Zhang Lei, a transfer student who joined the class in the first semester of the second year of junior high school, is a minor character not mentioned in the original work. However, due to his professional training in order to maintain his persona and good reputation, Qi Xiuyuan still took on all the students in the class.

Having lived two lives, he had long understood that the world was just a giant newbie station, and he was used to all sorts of items, big and small, and would not feel the slightest emotional fluctuation.

I know that some items show the order number because they don't have a code, some show the order number because the code was accidentally torn off, and some are items that the owner doesn't want and can't return, so they have to be resold.

But Qi Xiuyuan's evaluation of this person named "Zhang Lei" was only one word, the first word he learned in kindergarten.

—A person is just two strokes.

Zhang Lei noticed Qi Xiuyuan's upward movement and the gaze he was receiving, but he was unaware that he had been judged as a fool. Subconsciously, he straightened his loose back and raised his head even higher.

Realizing that his story had even captivated this famous genius at school, the childish vanity of a middle school student instantly surged, making him feel like he was floating on air.

Simply put, he got arrogant.

He needs a suitable stepping stone to continue to highlight his greatness and stature.

So Zhang Lei looked at the person sitting in front of Qi Xiuyuan, whose head was slumped over the table, jumped off the table, walked over, and called out, "Lu Mingfei!"

"Uh-huh?"

Seemingly hearing his voice, Lu Mingfei groggily raised his head, his face still bearing the marks of books. Rubbing his eyes, he looked at him sleepily, yawned, and said, "Huh~ Zhang Lei? What's wrong?"

Clearly, Lu Mingfei, with his strong heart, had already taken the harsh words of criticism from his homeroom teacher during class and fed them to his dogs.

"It's nothing, we just happened to be talking about going abroad."

Zhang Lei imitated Qi Xiuyuan's smiling face, glanced at the archaeology books in his desk drawer, and asked, "I remember you said that your parents are archaeology experts who travel all over the world."

"You must have traveled abroad with them before, right? Let us hear about your experiences traveling abroad!"

Upon hearing Zhang Lei's words, Lu Mingfei, who was still somewhat confused, felt as if he had been doused with cold water, and his hazy eyes instantly cleared.

Looking up at Zhang Lei, who was surrounded by his classmates, he smiled stiffly and scratched his head, saying, "Well, they're all busy with official business, so it's not convenient for them to take me with them."

"Oh, I see..." Zhang Lei drawled, continuing to press, "Even if you haven't been abroad, you must have heard about archaeological experiences from them, right? Could you tell us about them?"

After saying that, he turned to look at the crowd behind him and smiled, "I think everyone is quite interested in archaeology, right? And would you all like to hear more about it?"

"Oh, I almost forgot, Lu Mingfei said his parents are archaeologists."

"Archaeology sounds really interesting. Lu Mingfei, why don't you tell us about it?"

"Yeah, I heard there are zombie zombies in the tomb, is that true?"

Some people in the crowd understood Zhang Lei's intention to deliberately stir up trouble, while others were simply intrigued by his words, and some even wanted Lu Mingfei to join the conversation out of goodwill.

But these young people don't realize that kindness imposed on others is no different from malice.

And a child's malice is the purest form of malice.

For a moment, everyone in the classroom turned their gaze toward Lu Mingfei, as if they were looking at a rare animal that could stand upside down, or as if they were looking at a clown who had been pulled onto the stage.

curious……

Jesting...

Mocking...

pity……

The school lights were on, but amidst the noisy, chaotic laughter and chatter, Lu Mingfei felt a sense of loneliness and alienation, as if the classroom was about to repulsed him.

"Lu Mingfei, why aren't you saying anything?"

Seeing Lu Mingfei remain silent with his head down for a long time, the gazes of the people around him gradually became strange. Zhang Lei raised an eyebrow and smiled, "Never been abroad, fine, but how come you can't even talk about archaeology?"

"Could it be that what that Prince Ze from the first year of junior high said is true...?"

His sense of superiority was impossible to conceal. Looking down at Lu Mingfei, he said sarcastically, "Your parents went abroad and even got divorced, leaving you alone at your uncle and aunt's house. Does that mean nobody wants you anymore?"

"..."

Zhang Lei's voice and words were somewhat harsh, and the people around him seemed to realize something, all looking at Qi Xiuyuan behind them. The entire classroom suddenly fell into a deathly silence.

Qi Xiuyuan had already lowered his head out of boredom, but then he suddenly remembered that Lu Mingfei's parents might not even want him anymore, and that he himself seemed to be an orphan abandoned by his parents in this life. So he narrowed his eyes and looked up at Zhang Lei again.

However, unexpectedly, the blue light screen, which had been silent, suddenly displayed lines of text.

[You are standing on the Hokage Rock, gazing down at Konoha, when you suddenly see a familiar, thin figure. It's Naruto Uzumaki, the orphan of your friend Minato Namikaze. But right now, he's being bullied by a brat. What do you choose...?]

[Option 1: Ignore it. The brat's brother is a high-ranking member of Konoha. As a commoner special jonin without any backing, you can't afford to offend him. You can only let Naruto suffer. (Reward: Sealing Technique Branch - Rank E - Ichito-no-Tsubaki, one of the most basic sealing techniques, which can create a magic circle at the target's feet to seal the movements of the person standing in the center of the magic circle.)]

[Option Two: Persuade with Reason. As a partner of justice, you cannot ignore the scene before you. Stop the child's behavior and make him realize his mistake (Reward: Illusion Branch - D-rank - Naraku's View Technique, which can materialize the target's fear and make it feel like reality, thus inflicting psychological damage.)]

[Option 3: Violence for violence. Children's evil is the purest form of evil. Let them see what it means to "shatter a ninja's soul with three slaps, Uncle is a Konoha person" (Reward: Talent Branch - C-rank - Wind Release Chakra Talent, mastering the method of converting non-attribute chakra into wind release.)]