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

Chapter 67 2011 Continuing Education Class, Yuan Zhisheng

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On the other side of the ocean, it was early morning at Kassel College.

White doves fluttered above the church in the distant woods, and the melodious chimes of the bell tower echoed throughout the entire college.

The dew on the Bermuda grass reflects the halo of the morning sunlight, mirroring the energetic and diverse figures of those jogging in the morning.

It's currently class time, and the students here have all taken courses in court etiquette, so they don't make noise during class.

However, in a more secluded place, the discussion among the crowd was already in full swing.

Night Watchers Forum Section.

It started as an internal forum for Kassel College, where students could chat, ask about course schedules, and comment on the pretty girls in their class. Later, as it gained popularity, it became a self-help guide for students at Kassel College.

Students always have endless topics to talk about, and this applies even to a group of young people.

I got up, opened the forum, and posted a tarot reading to find a tarot master to predict my fortune for the day. In the morning, I asked to borrow my class notes. At noon, we vented our frustrations about the cafeteria together. In the afternoon, my senior classmates, who had just woken up, organized a party for the evening.

The anonymous discussion forum was bustling with activity right after midnight, with proud men and women from the emo community sharing their love stories while their faces were covered.

The highest authority in the forum belongs to the vice principal, who is known as the "Night Watchman," but since the year before last, the management of the forum has been handed over to a student who had repeated a year.

Fingel von Frings, the head of the student union's press department, calls himself the "King of Paparazzi" at Kassel College.

Upholding the principles of journalistic integrity, we insisted on protecting students' freedom of speech and exposing all secrets to the light of day.

As a result, professors' scandals, secret party histories, and even the principal's large business trip bills can all be found on this forum. Even the principal and many professors and teachers have registered accounts and actively post on the forum.

Even outside of peak evening hours, hundreds of people are still casually posting and scrolling through the forum, with white real-time messages popping up one after another on the dark screen.

But suddenly, a prominent post marked in red and highlighted was pinned to the top of the forum.

[Shocking! A spectacular fire dragon has appeared in an ancient kingdom! Is it the awakening of a super hybrid's Word of Power? Or the merciless rampage of a mysterious ancient dragon? The Secret Party and the Orthodox have reached a consensus, and may be launching a "student exchange program" to explore the unknown together?]

[Satellite photo.jpg]

The electron stream bursts out from the intelligent hub "Norma" at the North American headquarters, crosses the Pacific submarine cable, and rushes to tens of thousands of clients around the world.

The discussion forum for this post started refreshing rapidly, with replies quickly reaching over a hundred posts.

Perhaps only the revelation of the principal's first love would generate such a buzz for gossip of this magnitude.

However, there are also terms like "Ancient Kingdom," "Fire Dragon Burning the Sky," "Super Hybrid," and "Student Exchange Program."

These words, when piled together, naturally become a breaking news story that everyone is interested in.

[Where did you get this photo? This is the first time I've seen a post about it from China. I didn't really know anything about it before. I guess the mixed-race population there isn't very strong, right?]

[If this is the power of a Word of Power, even Jun Yan might not be able to achieve it; it might actually be a pure-blooded dragon.]

[Does this mean I can finally go slay dragons in China? Will all my Chinese skills finally come in handy?]

What exactly is this "student exchange program"? The person who posted this should come out and explain!

[Is the poster Fingel? Where is he? Come out and get yourself yelled at!]

[Is a fire dragon just fire that looks like a dragon? Can clickbait titles just stop? (User has been banned for 24 hours for inappropriate remarks, inappropriate vocabulary, and verbal attacks against moderators and administrators)]

Suddenly, "Finger," bearing the administrator's badge, appeared and left a message: "I advise you to be careful with your words and actions."

You'd better watch yourself. The news department never publishes fake news, and my intelligence channels are absolutely reliable!

[Chinese mixed-race individuals exist in family structures, so they have always been shrouded in mystery and xenophobic. However, my information is that they intend to cooperate and exchange ideas with the Secret Service, and the "student exchange program" is just the beginning.]

"Why did it suddenly open? Where did you get this news?" someone asked curiously.

I'm not entirely sure why it's open, but I know about it because I was one of the first guinea pigs.

Fingel's words were somewhat somber, and he stated with a righteous air: "However, in order for everyone to understand more..."

I, Fingel, will infiltrate China's training base for hybrid races; it is my duty!

Meanwhile, the discussion on the forum was in full swing.

Two figures walked into the principal's office, but the moment they entered, their expressions suddenly became strange.

Besides the smell of books and cigars, I also smelled a pork knuckle.

A broad, muscular figure was hunched over in a chair, engrossed in gnawing on something, looking like a bear eating honey.

"Oh, finally someone's here."

Hearing the door open behind him, Fingel quickly stood up and walked towards the two men. He shook the hand of the boy and said warmly, "Class 09, Dragon lineage, Fingel von Frings."

Feeling the greasiness on that broad, thick hand, the tall, thin boy with delicate, sword-like eyebrows twitched slightly, but still managed a polite smile and said, "Class of 11, Department of Mechanics, Ye Sheng, hello senior."

After he finished speaking, the gentle and sweet-looking girl next to him blinked and said in the same voice, "Level 11, Alchemy and Mechanical Engineering, Shude Aki."

"They're actually second-year juniors."

Fingel's expression turned serious. He picked up a pork knuckle he had packed from the cafeteria and said, "Have you had breakfast yet? It's unhealthy to drink afternoon tea on an empty stomach. I have some pork knuckle here, have some to tide you over."

Looking at their obviously eccentric senior brother, Ye Sheng and Jiu Deya subconsciously took a half step back. The latter waved his hands repeatedly and said, "No, no need, senior brother. We ate on the way here. Thank you."

They had heard about Fingel's deeds, such as being the only student who had failed a year at Kassel College, and being the most shameful disgrace to Kassel.

I never expected that he would be selected as an exchange student to go to China. Is it simply because he is the most idle person in the college?

"It's so good to be young."

Fingel glanced at his pork knuckle and said sadly, "To be honest, I haven't heard the morning bell in a long time. I was dragged here early in the morning and could only eat the leftover pork knuckle from last night. I've gotten so thin from hunger."

As he spoke, he patted his protruding belly, making a crisp patting sound.

"Looks like I'm late."

While Ye Sheng and the other man were speechless for a moment, an old man carrying a book walked in.

"Hello, Principal."

Looking at the elderly man respected by all the students, Ye Sheng and his companion became somewhat reserved and said, "We just arrived too."

In contrast, Fingel was much more at ease, sitting down with a grin on his face.

"Don't be nervous. In this respect, you still have a lot to learn from Fingel."

Angers opened the mahogany tea cabinet, releasing a unique aroma from the mingled scents of hundreds of teas. Turning to the three people behind him, he smiled and said, "We're still missing one person. How about we have something to drink first? Coffee or tea?"

"Coffee, extra sugar, please."

Fingel raised his hand, and Ye Sheng and the other man ordered tea.

The principal himself brewed this tea, so the two of them were quite delighted.

A moment later, Fingel sat on the sofa, holding a warm cup, and muttered to himself, "I hope the last person is a pretty junior sister, so that two men and two women can be paired up."

"That might disappoint you, Finger," Angers said with a slight smile as he sat at his desk. "He should be a relatively unknown figure to you."

7

"Really? There are unfamiliar faces I don't recognize?" Fingel raised an eyebrow with a hint of amusement.

Immediately.

There was a knock on the office door, neither too loud nor too soft, neither too fast nor too slow—perfectly timed, or perhaps a little rigid.

"Please come in."

After Angers finished speaking gently, the three of them turned around and saw a tall, straight figure push open the door and enter.

The person was not wearing a dark green school uniform with thin silver trim, but an open black trench coat that revealed an extremely grand ukiyo-e print underneath.

The sunlight from outside the window shone on it, reflecting a brilliance like the rising sun.

"2011 Continuing Education Class." The person bowed deeply and said in a serious tone, "Student Yuan Zhisheng has come to report for duty."