ADLH Chapter 18: President Ruan Watches Naruto Too
Ruan Xingzhou, whom Qian Ji had just called an idiot, suddenly stopped moving. His eyes were fixed on the mirror in front of him.
The unused mirror was covered in a thin layer of dust, and water spots blurred his reflection even more.
Ruan Xingzhou tilted his head slightly, and the figure in the mirror mimicked him.
From Qian Ji’s perspective, Ruan Xingzhou stared at the mirror thoughtfully for a while, then started stretching his hands toward it.
Those hands—from the wrists to the fingertips—were so pale it was as if they had been soaked in milk. The bones weren’t prominent, and they were long and slender, making them look delicate and adorable.
The bluish veins were clearly visible on the backs of his hands. His palms had soft fingerprints, with no signs of calluses or unsightly scars. From the plump center of his palms to his pink fingertips, everything looked soft and fragile—perfect for dabbing in cream and then putting in one’s mouth...
Qian Ji’s tongue pressed against his sharp teeth; he could almost imagine the sweetness.
Then he froze, frowning.
What the hell was he thinking?
He continued watching. Ruan Xingzhou began making gestures in front of the mirror, pressing his hands together to form unfamiliar signs.
Qian Ji: What is this? Daoist hand seals? I’ve lived so long and read so many ancient texts—how have I never seen seals like this? Are they for exorcism? Has this damn human finally noticed something's wrong with the mirror?
Qian Ji stared intently at Ruan Xingzhou’s hands, recalling numerous Buddhist and Daoist exorcism techniques, but nothing matched.
Then, Ruan Xingzhou finished forming a strange hand seal and calmly said:
“Shadow Clone Jutsu.”
Qian Ji: …………
Then Ruan Xingzhou gestured again:
“Summoning Jutsu.”
Qian Ji: …………
“Fire Style: Fireball Jutsu.”
Qian Ji: ………You’ve got to be kidding me!
Qian Ji’s lips curled back, teeth grinding audibly. A vein throbbed on his forehead. Even an idiot could see now—this damn human was just playing around!
After finishing his little performance, Ruan Xingzhou started fixing his hair in the mirror, which reflected his appearance.
Objectively speaking, he was very handsome. Apart from his expressionless demeanor, the man in the mirror was tall and attractive, with long eyebrows, starry eyes like the night, a sharp and elegant nose, and slightly pursed pink lips.
There was a small black mole on the right side of his lower lip. His jawline flowed smoothly to his collarbones, his skin youthful and glowing with vitality.
Even his lack of expression seemed dignified and mature on that face.
No matter how you looked at him, he was an outstanding man.
Even Qian Ji had to admit that while this host of his could be infuriating, other aspects were worthy of praise.
But why was he suddenly fixing his appearance?
Was he not waiting for Qian Ji anymore?
Qian Ji felt a faint dissatisfaction—not sure why—but he still didn’t reveal himself and kept watching.
A few minutes later, Ruan Xingzhou smiled faintly at the mirror.
“This is really interesting,” he said to the mirror. “Can you mimic all my movements? I’ve never met anyone who looks exactly like me.”
Huh?
Hearing that, Qian Ji’s lazy golden slit pupils narrowed. Then, with a touch of surprise, he raised his brows. Did this idiot figure it out already?
The reflection didn’t react, still mimicking Ruan Xingzhou’s expression.
“I’ve caught you,” Ruan Xingzhou said.
The reflection opened its mouth at the same time.
Ruan Xingzhou tilted his head and lightly tapped the mirror with his fingertip. On both sides of the thin glass, the two matching fingers left smudges in the dust.
“You know,” he said, “my mole is on the right. And yours is also on the right. In a reflection, it should be on the left.”
“……”
The reflection’s smile froze.
Ruan Xingzhou sighed.
“Don’t even know such a basic concept. You imitated the rest well but lost points for lack of general knowledge.”
“……”
The reflection’s face suddenly twisted and transformed into a ferocious female ghost—blue-skinned, red-eyed, hair disheveled, baring fangs. It was clearly the same ghost from earlier—Chen Huanhuan.
She let out a furious screech and lunged toward Ruan Xingzhou through the mirror with clawed hands.
But Ruan Xingzhou, prepared, didn’t panic. He calmly caught both of her claws and even gave her a headbutt.
BANG!
“AHH!”
Black blood streamed from the ghost’s forehead. Chen Huanhuan was stunned, staring blankly at him.
She had clearly never met a human who, upon seeing a ghost, wasn’t afraid—and headbutted them!
Furious and confused, she screamed:
“What the hell is wrong with you?!”
Ruan Xingzhou blinked and asked:
“How did you know?”
Chen Huanhuan: “……”
Qian Ji, watching, almost couldn’t hold in his laughter.
Still gripping her claws, Ruan Xingzhou said calmly:
“I have emotional deficit disorder.”
Chen Huanhuan: “……”
I have so many curse words but...
BANG!
She stumbled—Ruan Xingzhou had headbutted her again.
Blood dripped from her red eyes. She roared with rage:
“You’ve got to be kidding me! I’m going to kill you, kill you, KILL YOU!! AAAAAAHHHHH!!”
She tried pulling her hands away, but even with all her strength, she couldn’t. Instead, she felt a terrible force from Ruan Xingzhou’s hands—a golden-red energy burning her ghostly flesh. Staring at him, she looked completely shocked.
Perhaps feeling a bit bad (?), Ruan Xingzhou explained:
“I’ve trained.”
So it’s not that you’re weak.
Chen Huanhuan: “……”
She stared at him in silence. Who knows if she believed it.
Soon, Ruan Xingzhou noticed that the sensation in his hands was… squishy.
He looked down and saw her wrists had rotted away, yellow pus dripping down, his hands now embedded into the decaying flesh, like crushed tomatoes leaking juice through his fingers. And when he looked back up—her once-human face was now completely rotted, pus dripping.
The scene resembled something out of Resident Evil.
It wasn’t just terrifying—it was disgusting.
Ruan Xingzhou liked cleanliness—not quite a germaphobe, but he couldn’t stand this.
His eyes widened slightly, and he hurled Chen Huanhuan away. He stumbled backward and nearly fell—feeling like he bumped into something solid, yet… warm?
Like human skin.
He turned to look but saw nothing. Then, hurriedly took off his jacket to wipe his hands clean.
The texture on his hands lingered, and the rotting smell made him want to gag.
His brows furrowed deeply. His face was pale.
Qian Ji, the one he had bumped into, watched his pale face—expression dark.
So weak, he thought. Scared already?
Don’t be afraid. I’m here.
I…
Qian Ji’s hand rose unconsciously, almost touching Ruan Xingzhou’s cheek. Then he froze, staring in disbelief at his own pale brown hand, golden slit pupils narrowing.
I’m here. So what?
Am I trying to protect him?
He’s just a mortal—weaker than even a minor demon. And I’m a dragon, a creature who could reshape the world, control life itself. Why should I protect him?
Why…
Some possibility flickered in his mind. A spark of realization ignited.
His golden pupils suddenly filled with fury. The raised hand clenched into a fist, knuckles turning white.
Whatever faint emotion had surfaced—was instantly scorched away.
Qian Ji stood there, his face cold and grim. Like a cold-blooded beast, his eyes gleamed with detached indifference.
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