Rebirth at the Start: This Fate is Too Explosive!

Chapter 230 The Obedient Ancestral Spirit

Back at his cloud-top residence, he took a refreshing hot shower, changed into comfortable casual clothes, and sat on a lounge chair on the balcony with a superb view, slowly brewing a pot of fine Longjing tea.

The aroma of tea fills the air, and before me flows the Yangtze River ceaselessly in the morning light, while the city gradually awakens, bringing a sense of clarity to my mind.

When Chen Chulin's phone rang, Ye Fan glanced at it and saw that it was her roommate calling to ask if she was up yet, as she had class in the morning.

Ye Fan picked up his phone, tapped the screen, and sent her a brief message: "Please ask for half a day off for me, thank you."

He put down his phone, not waking the exhausted girl, letting her drift off to sleep in the clouds.

11:00 AM.

Chen Chulin's eyelashes trembled a few times before she finally managed to lift her heavy eyelids.

As consciousness slowly returned, a feeling of soreness washed over my body, as if it had been disassembled and then reassembled, especially in my waist and legs.

She let out a soft moan and struggled to turn over, meeting Ye Fan's eyes, which were filled with a mocking smile.

"Awake?" Ye Fan's voice was slightly hoarse from the early morning, sounding particularly languid.

Chen Chulin pouted, her eyes instantly filled with accusation and resentment: "Husband..."

The voice was so soft and sweet it seemed like it could be squeezed to release water, filled with deep grievance, completely devoid of the heroic spirit of "Can we still fight?" from the previous night.

Facing Chen Chulin's slightly resentful gaze, Ye Fan innocently shrugged, his smile deepening: "I'm not taking the blame for this. Who volunteered and bravely asked for battle last night?"

Chen Chulin's fair cheeks instantly flushed red, and she buried half her face in the pillow in embarrassment, her voice muffled as she said, "That's true! But... but you can't be completely ungrateful!"

Her heroic spirit last night has now turned into pitiful vulnerability.

Ye Fan chuckled and stopped teasing her: "Alright, you're a wounded soldier, hurry up and get yourself together. A hot bath will bring you back to life."

He pointed to the sun high in the sky outside the window: "Then, it's time to go downstairs and find something to eat; it's lunchtime."

"Ah! Lunchtime?" Chen Chulin sprang halfway up the bed, the movement pulling at her aching muscles, making her grimace in pain. "Ugh! All my morning classes! They're all over! Was roll call taken? What did the teacher say?"

It's like a college student sleeping in their dorm and not waking up, only to find their roommate returning with lunch after class, and the sky has fallen.

She frantically searched for her phone on the bed, like a startled little rabbit.

Seeing her flustered state, Ye Fan couldn't help but laugh out loud: "Alright, stop looking, it's on the table. Your roommate asked you this morning, but I saw you were sleeping like a log, so I didn't wake you. I replied for you and asked her to take the morning off for you. Don't worry."

"Phew—" Chen Chulin's tense nerves instantly relaxed, and she let out a long sigh of relief. She even patted her heaving chest with her small hand in a serious manner, "That scared me to death... Thank you, honey!"

The adorable look of her surviving the ordeal softened Ye Fan's gaze.

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We chose a low-key yet luxurious private restaurant near Jiangwan City for lunch.

After the meal, Ye Fan drove his bright orange McLaren P1 and dropped Chen Chulin off at the entrance of Jinling Academy of Arts.

Amidst the admiring or curious gazes of many students, Chen Chulin stepped off the bus like a happy little bird, turning back to look at herself every few steps as she entered the campus.

Then he drove back to Nanjing University.

He drove the car to the bamboo grove courtyard, parked the P1 steadily, then switched to Xiang Hao's understated black Audi before slowly driving back to the boys' dormitory.

Back at the dormitory, Li Yifeng was nowhere to be found, while Shi Kai was lying on his bed, taking a nap with even snores.

At that time, only Shi Kai and Ji Yuhao were in the dormitory.

However, Xiao Ji continued to perform steadily, playing games with the sound on speakerphone.

The sound was blasting loudly, with intense gunfight sound effects and teammates' shouts clearly echoing in the not-so-large space: "A point! A point! Plant the bomb! Holy crap! Where's the sniper?"

They showed absolutely no regard for the feelings of others.

Ye Fan frowned slightly and walked straight to his desk.

I opened the drawer and took out the remaining half pack of Zhonghua cigarettes.

Without even glancing at it, he flicked his wrist, and the half-pack of cigarettes slid precisely across the table, stopping right next to Ki Woo-ho's mousepad.

"Put on your headphones." Ye Fan's voice wasn't loud, but it carried an undeniable penetrating power, clearly drowning out the game noise.

"Holy crap!" Ki Yu-ho was so startled by the sudden "airdrop" and the sound that he almost jumped up, frantically pausing the game.

When I saw that it was half a pack of Zhonghua cigarettes, my eyes lit up instantly!

He grabbed it, expertly checked its thickness to make sure it wasn't empty, and his face immediately broke into a smile. Turning to Ye Fan, his voice became even more respectful: "Okay, Brother Fan! I'll put it on right away! Absolutely no sound leakage!"

He quickly pulled out his headphones from the drawer, put them on, and gave Ye Fan a fawning smile.

The effect was immediate; the world instantly became quiet.

Ye Fan's lips curled up almost imperceptibly. This trick really worked.

He had recently noticed that he hadn't heard "Fanzi" from Ji Yuhao's mouth for a long time, and it had been replaced by the increasingly familiar "Brother Fan".

Trading resources for peace and respect is a worthwhile deal.

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in the afternoon.

Economics classroom.

Ye Fan entered the lecture hall right on time.

As expected, Li Yifeng had already taken his usual spot, one of the last few seats by the aisle in the last row.

Ye Fan walked straight over and sat down in the empty seat to Li Yifeng's right.

Further to the right, the spot next to the wall is where ancestral spirits are offered.

As soon as I sat down, a voice, barely audible and tinged with caution, came from beside me: "Um... you didn't come home for dinner last night, so I ate all the food I made."

Xian Zuling lowered his head, his fingers unconsciously twisting the edge of the notebook, as if he were reporting an important task.

Ye Fan didn't go back to the bamboo forest courtyard for dinner yesterday, but Xian Zuling still obediently ate all the dishes that were prepared.

Ye Fan felt that what he had said some time ago had not been in vain, and that the ancestral spirit had listened to him.

He turned his head to look at the girl's profile, which was lowered and revealed her fair neck, and a rare, gentle smile appeared on his face: "Yes! That's how it should be, otherwise it would be a waste."

Xian Zuling gave a soft "hmm," as if she had received great affirmation. Her tense shoulders relaxed slightly, and she immediately opened her notebook and began to focus on copying the formulas on the blackboard.

On the podium, Lao Yan was eloquently analyzing the current economic situation.

Li Yifeng, sitting in the back row, leaned forward slightly, got closer to Ye Fan, lowered his voice, and began his usual class chat.

Recently, Ye Fan completely relinquished control, handing over the small stock account that the two of them jointly operated to Li Yifeng for practice. If it loses money, so be it!

Anyway, sooner or later we'll have to let Lao Li manage the market himself, so it's better for him to understand the stock market sooner rather than later.

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