Naruto's Delusion Dragon

Itachi was dumbfounded.

[I... I was... tapped on the forehead? 】

Itachi stared with cute eyes. The two splayed marks under his eyes had not yet grown. They were still small under his eyes. There was a dull and puzzled look in Danfeng's eyes, which was the symbol of Naruto's style.

"what are you doing?"

Chen smiled slightly, looked at the cute Itachi, and said softly as if he was talking to himself: "I hope I didn't choose the wrong person..."

"what?"

Ignoring Itachi who was still in a daze, Chen slowly stood up and patted himself: "One dozen seven, are you still practicing throwing ninja tools now?"

"Ah, yes." Itachi replied quickly.

Chen stretched his waist and asked: "Okay, when will you practice next?"

Itachi thought for a moment and answered again: "It should be available tomorrow."

"Okay, I'll come find you tomorrow." Chen said as he walked, and finally waved.

"No, Brother Zhisui will teach you tomorrow..." Itachi suddenly reacted, but at this time Chen had slowly walked away: "Really, he didn't even tell me what he called me. Also, how did he know about me? His name?"

Little Itachi suddenly felt that a lot of things happened today that he couldn't figure out, which gave him a headache.

Chen's figure flashed and appeared on the street where he appeared most often. He was walking forward with his head lowered, but he heard an exclamation and the sound of something falling next to him.

"what!"

Slap!

Chen turned around and saw a red-haired girl staring at Chen beside the street, completely unaware that a square box in his hand had fallen to the ground.

"Chen, Chen, Chen, Mr. Chen!?"

The girl's hair was completely messed up and she didn't know what to do. Her face gradually turned red, and white steam came out of her head in the form of a comic.

"Ah~ you are..." Chen patted the back of his head lightly, looked at the red-haired girl, and said slowly and lazily: "You are the transfer student in the school, right?"

"Eh!?"

As soon as Chen said these words, the girl obviously couldn't stand it anymore, her hair stood up and her face turned red.

[He, he, he, he actually remembers me! 】

But this red-haired girl didn't know that Chen remembered her just because she was a character in the plot.

Chen Zhi walked over, and under the astonished gaze of the other party, he bent down to pick up the box she dropped, put it in her hand that was still standing upright, and then glanced at her: "You have to watch the road when you walk. No one else will pick things up for you like me.”

After Chen finished speaking, he shook his hand and walked away.

The red-haired girl who was left behind was still standing there confused, her face flushed and shy.

Pushing the door open, a room appeared in front of me, familiar yet unfamiliar.

"The so-called 'home'?"

Chen looked at the room to see if anyone had cleaned it, and saw the accumulated dust, the spider webs in the corners, and a decorative folding fan with a Chinese-style ink painting that he had chosen.

Chen's heart moved, and a good idea gradually emerged in his mind.

Early the next morning, before the dew on the grass had evaporated, it was blown aside by a gust of wind.

Chen Chen was wearing a black and white robe with a Chinese-style ink painting style. He was holding a painting in his hand, a folding fan with a black and white ink painting style. He stood quietly next to the tree, looking at the person in front of him who had not noticed him yet, but his eyes were on the person who was looking at him. He looked at the little boy who was throwing kunai at the rows of wooden stakes.