Rebirth at the Start: This Fate is Too Explosive!

Chapter 480 Oh, Teacher Cheng! What a coincidence?

The four classes in the morning were like two very different tests of endurance.

The first two sessions, "Macroeconomic Analysis," were taught by Professor Yan.

This professor, known for his rigor and strictness, exudes an aura that compels people to sit up straight when he stands on the podium.

For the first time ever, Ye Fan suppressed his playful nature and managed to listen to two sections, though he spent most of the time battling his heavy eyelids.

However, by the time they reached the third section, "Financial Management," that forced enthusiasm had deflated like a punctured balloon.

The professor's steady, calm voice on the podium was like the most effective lullaby.

Ye Fan could no longer hold back. He slammed his textbook on the table and leaned honestly towards Li Yifeng next to him.

The two quickly switched to their familiar "energy-saving mode," lowering their voices and cracking jokes about a series of trivial topics, such as the boasts they made while drinking last night and the new cafeteria lady.

The school bell ringing at noon, which I had finally endured, felt like a salvation.

Ye Fan felt his injured leg, along with his battered nerves, groaning under the strain.

He waved his hand dismissively: "Let's go! Second floor of the cafeteria! Let's get some stir-fries to soothe this tormented stomach!"

The targets were Li Yifeng, Xian Zuling, and Su Luming.

Xiao Ji, who had been listening intently, lit up with eyes like searchlights the moment he heard the words "stir-fry." He jumped up from his seat with a grin and clung to them.

"Brother Fan is brilliant! Can I join you?"

Li Yifeng looked at this persistent "sticky plaster" and couldn't help but twitch his lips, thinking to himself: This guy's radar for getting free meals is even sharper than a police dog's nose!

Ye Fan, however, was used to it and shrugged indifferently.

Just treat it as a mascot.

He thought to himself: occasionally throwing a few packs of cigarettes and providing a few meals in exchange for a "personal stand-in" named Xiao Ji who is always available and whose name he can use at will is a sure-fire deal.

In any case, he had already "bought out" Xiao Ji's "exclusive naming rights" in the form of meal tickets.

Five people occupied a round table in the corner.

Ye Fan skillfully ordered six dishes and a soup, all authentic and meticulous Huaiyang cuisine—braised lion's head meatballs, rich but not greasy; braised dried bean curd soup, fresh and mellow; and squirrel-shaped mandarin fish, sweet and sour and crispy...

The exquisite dishes and the noisy cafeteria environment create a wonderful contrast.

The aroma of food temporarily soothed my mind and body, which were tormented by the boring lessons.

After lunch, the group dragged their still heavy steps back to the classroom, ready to face the final two sessions of "Financial Theory and Practice" in the afternoon.

Financial jargon hits you like a hailstorm, and complex models leave you dizzy.

Ye Fan felt as if his injured body was being bombarded with knowledge, like a machine about to fall apart, with every joint silently protesting.

How comfortable it was to have fewer classes and more leisure time a while ago! These past few days of non-stop work have been incredibly stressful!

When the school bell finally rang out like heavenly music, Ye Fan almost had to lean on the table to stand up, feeling as if his soul had been drained away.

He shook his head vigorously, trying to clear his mind of the candlestick charts and balance sheets, and a strong sense of "compensation" welled up inside him.

No way! I have to treat myself!

"I'm treating tonight, let's go get something good ready!"

He paused, then his voice suddenly rose, filled with undeniable excitement: "And then—a five-man squad at the internet cafe! Let's go all night! Brothers, it's time to test the father-son bond in our dorm!"

"It's been a long time since I've tormented these sons..." Ye Fan added happily to himself, as if he could already see himself dominating the game and hearing them wailing, "Daddy, have mercy!"

Within the weary body, a vibrant energy called "letting go" begins to stir anew.

......

The cafeteria was bustling with activity during peak dining hours, and a wave of heat, mixed with the aromas of various foods, hit us.

Just as Ye Fan and his group were searching for a spot amidst the crowd, the sharp-eyed Su Luming nudged Ye Fan with his elbow: "Hey, Ye Fan, look over there!"

Following her gaze, one could see Cheng Yuyan sitting alone in a corner by the window, elegantly eating the food on her plate.

She clearly saw Ye Fan and his group too, immediately put down her chopsticks, and a bright smile bloomed on her face. She waved quite vigorously at Ye Fan from afar.

The meaning couldn't be clearer: Come here!

Ye Fan grinned, and without saying a word, he turned around and walked in that direction, leaning on his cane.

"Come on, Teacher Cheng invites you!"

Behind him, Li Yifeng's expression subtly changed, and he involuntarily slowed his pace by half a beat.

Cheng Yuyan is the counselor of the class next door. She shares an office with Jiang Fan, the counselor of their class, and they are very close.

What's worse, Ye Fan, the class monitor who was supposed to be a hands-off manager, didn't get to stay at school peacefully for long. Almost all the miscellaneous tasks and errands that should have been handled by the class monitor were naturally dumped on his unfortunate deputy.

As a result, Li Yifeng went to Jiang Fan's office more often than he went to his own dormitory, and naturally he had many opportunities to face this beautiful but powerful and demanding counselor, Ms. Cheng.

Her smiling eyes, which seemed to see right through people, and the unquestionable authority beneath her gentle words, made Li Yifeng inexplicably afraid every time he went there.

However, today, seeing Ye Fan walking ahead with such a carefree attitude, as if he could handle anything, Li Yifeng's unease inexplicably dissipated by more than half.

With that bastard around, he should... not die, right? He comforted himself and quickly followed.

Ye Fan, accompanied by a string of "little tails," walked to Cheng Yuyan's table, pulled out a chair without any ceremony, and sat down, sporting his signature nonchalant smile.

"Oh, Professor Cheng! What a coincidence! Why didn't you, such a beautiful and stunning woman, go out for a candlelight dinner today, but instead condescended to experience our humble canteen?"

As he spoke, he casually gestured to the slightly awkward group behind him: "What are you standing there for? Sit down! Professor Cheng is treating... oh no, Professor Cheng doesn't mind sharing a table! Come on, sit down, don't be shy!"

Cheng Yuyan was not annoyed by Ye Fan's overbearing and joking manner; on the contrary, she found it quite amusing.

Her red lips curved slightly, her eyes sparkling, and she gave him a reproachful look: "You're such a chatterbox!"

The tone of his voice suggested that he was used to his lack of respect for elders.

With Ye Fan as their "pillar of strength," Li Yifeng and the others became bolder.

Who cares! Anyway, if the sky falls, the tall ones will hold it up!

The group exchanged glances and then squeezed together to sit at Cheng Yuyan's not-so-large dining table.

Xiao Ji even went so far as to move his chair closer to Ye Fan, trying to get a "safer" distance from Teacher Cheng.