Rebirth at the Start: This Fate is Too Explosive!

Chapter 556 Xiao Ji's Changing Face Speed

I just pushed open that familiar dormitory door, which was covered with various game posters and expiration notices.

A familiar, complex aroma, a mixture of faint tobacco scent, lingering instant noodle fragrance, male hormones, and a hint of sweat, wafts over, strangely enough, the atmosphere here evokes a sense of warmth and relaxation.

as predicted.

Xiao Ji was wearing his professional gaming headset, practically slumped in that chair known as the "e-sports artifact," his back hunched over, furiously pounding away at the mechanical keyboard, the mouse clicking away as he intently engaged in a battle with others in the game world.

Because the battle was at its most intense, when Ye Fan, a grown man, pushed open the door, Ye Fan didn't even lift his eyelids, and unconsciously muttered game terms.

On the contrary, Li Yifeng, who was sitting by the balcony railing, silently smoking while looking out at the night, saw Ye Fan as soon as he looked up. His eyes lit up immediately, and he was about to shout out.

Ye Fan quickly raised his hand, made a "shh" gesture to his lips, and revealed a mischievous grin on his face.

With a smile on his lips, Ye Fan moved quietly behind Xiao Ji, like a special forces soldier infiltrating behind enemy lines.

He squinted and quickly scanned the intense team battle scene on the screen for two seconds.

Then, without warning, he stretched out his right hand and gave Xiao Ji's slightly thin right shoulder a firm but not too light pat!

"Holy shit!!!"

Xiao Ji was so startled that he almost jumped off his gaming chair!

The headphones were shaken off to one side by the sudden "attack" and dangled around my neck.

He clutched his pounding chest, still shaken, his face contorted with rage as if to say, "I'm saving the world, who dares to bother me?" He was about to turn and unleash a torrent of abuse—

When she turned around, she was greeted by Ye Fan's handsome face, which had a half-smile and was full of "surprise or not" expressions.

In an instant, the swear words that Xiao Ji had been holding back, enough to fill a book of "The Complete Collection of Chinese Essence," were swallowed back down, as if they had been muted.

The anger on his face changed instantly, like a face-changing act in Sichuan opera, into an extremely obsequious, fawning smile:

"Hey! Brother Fan! It's you? You appearing and disappearing like a ghost, you scared the hell out of me... no, no, you scared the hell out of me!"

"It's nothing. I haven't seen them for a few days. I came back to check on them and see if my sons are behaving well and how clean their dormitories are."

Ye Fan waved his hand dismissively, adopting the air of a parent on patrol, and casually opened the drawer of his long-unused desk.

Inside were neatly arranged some things he would occasionally use when he came back.

He pulled out an unopened hard-pack "Lotus" cigarette from inside, skillfully twirled it between his fingers, and without even looking at it, tossed it directly into Xiao Ji's arms.

Xiao Ji hurriedly caught the pack of rare, high-quality cigarettes, glanced down at the cigarette box, and his grin nearly stretched to his ears; his eyes lit up several degrees.

"Oh my! Thank you so much, Brother Fan! You're so generous! From today onwards, you are my own elder brother, even though we are not from the same father! I am willing to serve you faithfully, even at the cost of my life..."

After his righteous and shameless flattery, this guy immediately stuffed the cigarette into his pocket like a precious treasure, then hurriedly put on his headphones and shouted into the microphone:

"It just crashed! Brothers, hold on, I, Hu Hansan, am back!"

He instantly re-engaged in the battle in the virtual world, his transformation was so rapid it was astonishing.

Looking at his pathetic yet genuinely adorable appearance, Ye Fan shook his head with a helpless smile.

This sudden, idle time made him feel a little uncomfortable.

He simply went to the balcony, grabbed Li Yifeng who was pretending to be deep in thought, and pulled him back by the neck: "Stop contemplating life while gazing at the moon, Lao Li, let's get practical."

Then, he walked to the bedside, stretched his neck, and shouted loudly at the bulging "blanket" on the upper bunk, who was fast asleep with its head covered and snoring softly:

"Wake up, Lao Shi! Get up already! The sun's already high in the sky (even though it's night)! Fan Ge's in a good mood today, he'll carry you guys to victory, let's experience the joy of being carried by a pro! Turn on all your computers, quick, let's get started!"

A moment later.

As several computer hosts of varying performance hummed almost simultaneously as they started up, their screens lit up one after another, revealing familiar game interfaces that reflected several young and excited faces.

The once quiet boys' dormitory (except for the sound of Xiao Ji's keyboard) suddenly erupted into a familiar, energetic symphony of traditional Chinese opera, cheers, frustrated howls, and the intense clatter of keyboards and mice—

"Holy crap! Fan, that was awesome!"

"Old Shi, don't give up! Hold on!"

"Old Li, come save me! I'm going to die!"

"Push the tower! Push the tower! We won! Nice!"

It's filled with the chaotic, simple, and pure energy of youth, temporarily isolating the complex calculations of the business world and the emotional world from this small space.

Ye Fan sat in his familiar seat, his fingers flying across the keyboard, a relaxed and genuine smile on his face that he hadn't shown in days.

Perhaps this is the indispensable part that he wants to hold onto tightly after his rebirth, besides acquiring wealth and rewriting his destiny.

......

The next day, early in the morning.

The morning light of late autumn carried a clear coolness, casting pale golden spots on the floor through the gaps in the dormitory curtains.

The air was filled with the crisp, dry scent unique to this season.

Ye Fan, Li Yifeng, and Shi Kai were urged by their biological clocks or class schedules to get out of bed one after another.

After a quick wash accompanied by yawns and the sound of running water, the group wrapped themselves in coats of varying thicknesses, rubbed their sleepy eyes, hunched their necks, and headed straight for the cafeteria, hoping to dispel the last bit of drowsiness with a hot meal.

As for that guy Xiao Ji, I wonder what happened last night when he was fighting until the early hours of the morning for some virtual world's "glory".

At this moment, he was like a giant silkworm cocoon, deeply curled up in the quilt, fast asleep, his regular snoring sounding particularly "powerful" in the quiet dormitory.

No matter how much Li Yifeng pulled the blanket or slapped his face, he didn't react at all, as if he were welded to the bed board.

Anyway, this guy has already exiled himself this semester and started a "fully automatic failing" mode of slacking off. He's already in debt, so he might as well not care about the consequences and just go with the flow, taking "sleep is everything" to the extreme.

Amidst the slightly noisy chatter and aromas of food in the cafeteria, finishing a bowl of hot soy milk and two crispy fried dough sticks warmed my stomach and made me feel much more energetic.

As the death knell of the 8 a.m. preparatory bell rang, the group strolled leisurely into the teaching building.