Rebirth at the Start: This Fate is Too Explosive!

Chapter 205 Nanjing University Anniversary and Welcome Party

His tone was harsh, and his brows were furrowed.

Strangely, the spirit of the ancestor could not sense any real malice.

That seemingly impatient tone actually conveyed a sense of comforting warmth?

It's like a hard shell, encasing the softness inside.

She sniffed hard, holding back her tears, and then nodded heavily, with a hint of declaration, as if to say, "I'm not crying anymore!"

Then he lowered his head and began to eat Hunan rice noodles in large mouthfuls.

They ate very quickly, almost wolfing it down.

Ten minutes later, the soup in the bowl was all gone.

She put down her chopsticks, her face showing a sense of satisfaction like rain after a long drought, and a hint of lingering enjoyment.

This was the most delicious, reassuring, and "homey" bowl of rice noodles she had ever eaten in her memory.

My stomach feels warm, and so does my heart.

Ye Fan looked at the empty bowl and asked, "Want more? If you're not full, would you like another bowl?"

Xian Zuling shook his head violently: "No need, no need, I'm already full."

No sooner had he finished speaking than a loud burp burst out uncontrollably.

"belch--!"

She blushed instantly, hurriedly covered her mouth, and wished she could disappear into the ground.

However, when she looked up at Ye Fan with her wet, slightly embarrassed eyes, she saw that he simply raised an eyebrow, his face showing no particular expression.

The last rays of the setting sun shone through the window onto him, outlining his upright profile and tall stature.

Xian Zuling's heart skipped a beat, thinking that the person in front of her was...so handsome!

Ye Fan knew she could still eat, so he didn't say anything. He then asked the proprietress for the exact same dish to take away.

After leaving the rice noodle shop, the two walked silently back to school.

The evening breeze, carrying the lingering warmth of the day, rustled the leaves of the camphor trees lining the road.

Before I knew it, I had walked to the window of the campus card service center.

Ye Fan stopped in his tracks, calmly turned around, and extended his hand to the ancestral spirit: "Give me the card."

"Huh? What...what card?" The ancestral spirit didn't react for a moment and was somewhat bewildered.

"Meal card," Ye Fan said succinctly. "Give it to me."

The spirit of the offering wanted to refuse, but the words stuck in its throat, as if it were frozen in those eyes.

Driven by an inexplicable and irresistible force, she inexplicably took out her meal card from her pocket and handed it over.

Ye Fan took the card, walked to the window, and said to the staff inside, "Please recharge two thousand yuan."

"two thousand?"

Xian Zuling suddenly covered his mouth, his eyes wide open, wondering if he had misheard!

Two thousand yuan!

This is almost half a year's worth of her living expenses!

"This..." She stepped forward hastily, trying to stop her.

"Don't speak." Ye Fan didn't turn his head. His voice wasn't loud, but it carried an undeniable domineering tone, directly cutting her off.

The staff were clearly surprised and glanced at Ye Fan again, but still operated the equipment skillfully.

Soon, with a "beep", the recharge was completed.

Ye Fan took the card back, turned around and stuffed it into Xian Zuling's hand.

Xian Zuling clutched the meal card, which suddenly felt heavy, as if she were holding a branding iron. Her cheeks burned, and her voice was barely a whisper: "The money... I'll pay you back."

Looking at her embarrassed yet earnest expression, Ye Fan's facial features seemed to soften for a moment, but his tone remained indifferent: "Okay, I'll pay you back slowly later."

He paused, his gaze sweeping over her still somewhat thin frame, and added, "However, when I don't ask you to cook, you have to eat on time in the cafeteria, and you have to eat your fill! Order whatever you want, don't try to save money. You can pay me back later, but if you faint from hunger again..."

He deliberately put on a stern face: "Who's going to cook for me? I'm not going to take care of a sick person."

The words, which were clearly meant to "threaten" and "exploit," sounded like a warm current of honey to Xian Zuling, instantly washing away all her unease and embarrassment, making her heart tremble with sweetness.

Ye Fan then handed her the packaged Hunan rice noodles, saying, "Take this home for a late-night snack."

After saying that, he strode away.

......

The next day.

The Nanjing University campus was immersed in a festive atmosphere.

Today is the grand occasion of Nanjing University's 112th anniversary.

The principal ingeniously combined the anniversary celebration with the new student welcome ceremony into one event, which was unprecedented in scale.

Colorful flags fluttered in the wind on the playground.

The auditorium, which originally had a limited capacity, was clearly unable to handle the excitement, so the stage for the celebration was set up directly on the spacious central playground.

As the sun sets and the city lights begin to twinkle, the evening glow fades.

The playground was packed with people, a sea of ​​black, with both freshmen and returning students gathered together, the air filled with excitement and anticipation.

On the huge stage backdrop, several eye-catching banners shone brightly under the lights.

"Passing on the torch, celebrating Nanjing University's 112th anniversary!"

"A warm welcome to the Class of 2014 students to the Nanjing University family!"

"Forging ahead with determination, let's write a new chapter for Nanjing University!"

"Youth sets sail, dreams blossom at Nanjing University!"

As the stage lights focused, Principal Wu Yunze slowly walked onto the stage.

He stood tall and straight, with a warm smile on his face. He walked to the microphone, coughed lightly twice as usual, and cleared his throat.

The noise from the audience gradually subsided, and thousands of eyes focused on him.

Good evening, everyone.

Wu Yunze's voice, clear and steady, resonated throughout every corner of the playground through the speakers: "I am your principal, Wu Yunze."

He looked around at the young, energetic faces below the stage, his eyes filled with satisfaction and expectation.

"Today, we gather here to celebrate a very special day: our alma mater, Nanjing University, is celebrating its 112th birthday!" Thunderous applause erupted and lasted for a long time.

Wu Yunze slightly raised his hand, and after the applause subsided, continued, "It takes ten years to grow a tree, but a hundred years to cultivate a person. Nanjing University has traversed 112 years, forging a profound foundation and glory. The continuation of this glory is inseparable from the relay of struggle by generations of Nanjing University members. Today, seeing you all so full of youthful vigor below the stage, I am even more convinced that the future of Nanjing University will be even more brilliant! It is our honor to meet you all here in your prime, and it is also the source of Nanjing University's continuous progress and enduring vitality!"

His speech was concise and powerful, without lengthy platitudes or empty slogans; every sentence struck like a drumbeat, resonating deeply with the young students.

There were no long, tedious speeches to lull you to sleep, only sincere blessings and heartfelt expectations.

This sense of power made everyone present, including the students in the back who had initially come with a "let's watch the show" attitude, unconsciously straighten their backs and their eyes sparkled with approval.