Rebirth at the Start: This Fate is Too Explosive!

Chapter 145 The Ancestral Spirit Can No Longer Enter the School

Following Ye Fan's finger, Xian Zuling looked blankly at the semi-transparent glass door.

Inside the door, the light and shadows were dazzling, rows of computer screens flickered with a faint blue light, and figures moved about.

Internet cafes—this term was both familiar and extremely unfamiliar to her.

There is no such place in her remote hometown in western Hunan.

The first time she heard about "going online" was from an older brother in the village who had returned from working in Guangdong. He described how "magical" internet cafes were with great enthusiasm.

As a young girl, she naively thought that "going online" meant climbing a giant, glowing fishing net wall...

She looked around the internet cafe with a mixture of curiosity and trepidation, then nodded vigorously to Ye Fan: "Okay!"

Her thoughts were simple: quickly buy lemonade, give it to Ye Fan, and then immediately return to the dormitory!

That way, she wouldn't owe him anything.

She always kept her mother's words firmly in mind.

Ye Fan watched as the ancestral spirit turned around and quickly walked towards the milk tea shop not far away, his figure soon blending into the warm light.

He withdrew his gaze, pushed open the somewhat heavy glass door of the internet cafe, and a complex smell unique to internet cafes, a mixture of cigarette smoke, instant noodles, sweat, and electronic devices, wafted out, accompanied by the suddenly amplified sound of keyboard typing and game sound effects, enveloping him completely.

Ye Fan quickly turned on the machine.

I logged into CF with practiced ease, and Lao Zhao's urging voice immediately came through my headset.

The two teamed up and entered "Demolition Mode," on the familiar map "Black Town."

Gunshots, explosions, and teammates' shouts instantly filled the small computer cubicle.

Ten minutes later.

At the entrance of the internet cafe, Xian Zuling clutched a glass of chilled lemonade, its knuckles turning slightly white.

She took a deep breath and finally pushed open the somewhat greasy glass door, stepping into a noisy world filled with the smells of smoke, instant noodles, and keyboard clicks.

Her gaze swept across the smoky, dimly lit internet cafe, and she finally spotted Ye Fan in the far corner.

She was somewhat surprised: What is Ye Fan doing?

Taking a few steps closer, the intense gunfight scene on the screen came into view.

To her even greater surprise, Ye Fan not only excelled in academics but also seemed to be exceptionally good at games. As soon as she approached, she saw an enemy fall to the ground on the screen, and Ye Fan's character's kill notification (a string of skull icons) increased by one, with several already accumulating below.

She hesitated for a moment, then stepped forward and gently placed the lemonade on the table next to Ye Fan: "Ye Fan, here... for you."

Ye Fan looked up at the sound and his gaze met that of the ancestral spirit.

He was very close, and he could clearly see the other person's deliberately disguised face... well... he had to admit, the "disguise" was quite effective.

Hmm...it really is a very ugly disguise...

"Thanks."

After saying that, he took the lemonade.

"You're welcome, I'm leaving." After saying that, Xian Zuling turned around and was about to leave.

Just as she turned around, Ye Fan glanced at the time in the lower right corner of the screen and suddenly remembered something: "Wait a minute..."

Xian Zuling stopped in her tracks and turned back to look at him curiously.

Ye Fan reminded him, "I remember now, there's a curfew in the school dorms. I don't remember the exact time, but the dorm doors will be locked after that. If you miss it and can't get in... you can come back here to find me." He pointed to the internet cafe.

Xian Zuling was taken aback. A university has a curfew?

She shook her head, not taking Ye Fan's words to heart at all. If there really was a curfew, why were there so many students on the street?

She turned and walked away quickly.

Ye Fan watched her hurried figure, raised an eyebrow thoughtfully, then put his headphones back on and focused his attention on the next round of intense fighting.

...

Xian Zuling walked briskly. The internet cafe was only seven or eight hundred meters away from the side gate of the school, not far at all.

However, as she got closer to the school gate, she noticed that there were visibly fewer pedestrians on the road.

The glow of the streetlights lengthened her lonely shadow, and the rustling of the leaves in the silent night wind made her heart inexplicably tighten.

She then belatedly realized a serious problem: what if she really was locked out of the dormitory tonight?

She had never even considered this possibility.

With the side door right in front of her, she couldn't help but swallow hard, slowed her pace, and felt her heart race.

Finally, she arrived at the side door—in an instant, her mind went blank with a "buzz".

The cold, heavy iron gate remained firmly shut, shutting her out of the campus.

She was at a loss when another girl ran up beside her.

Seeing the tightly closed iron gate, the girl wailed, "Oh no! Oh no! I missed it again... Looks like I'll have to spend the night out!"

After complaining, he casually tossed his head and turned to walk towards the more bustling area outside the school, as if he had been prepared all along.

Xian Zuling opened his mouth, wanting to call out to the other party to ask where he could spend the night, or if there was any other way to get in, but the words were swallowed back in cowardice.

Just as despair began to spread, Ye Fan's words suddenly lit up her mind like a glimmer of light in the darkness: "...You can come back here to find me."

Yes, yes, he's so capable, he must have a way.

She clung to this idea like a lifeline, and hope was rekindled in her heart.

Without further hesitation, she turned around and jogged towards the internet cafe at an even faster pace than when she arrived.

......

At this moment, in a corner of the internet cafe.

Ye Fan had just finished a thrilling match, and he comfortably took off his headphones, picked up the glass of chilled lemonade on the table, and took a big gulp.

The cool, sweet and sour liquid slid down his throat, bringing a refreshing sensation. "Ah, that feels so good!" he murmured.

To be honest, he has never been interested in milk tea.

This is why, when the ancestral spirit offered him milk tea, he decisively chose lemonade – just as he had in his past life, so he would in this one.

He enjoys the refined and mellow taste of tea. Whether it's the precious Longjing tea or the large bowl of tea from the street vendors, it makes him feel refreshed and gives him a rare sense of tranquility and clarity.

And milk tea?

In his view, an overly sweet and cloying accumulation is like a hodgepodge, losing its purity.

Just as he was about to put on his headphones for another game, he caught a glimpse of a familiar yet unusually gloomy figure walking toward him out of the corner of his eye—it was Xianzu Ling, who had returned.

She was much taller than the average girl, but at this moment she was wrapped in a bulky, drab dress that completely concealed her figure, making Ye Fan even suspect that she had deliberately tightened her chest.

To be honest, this ugly disguise was quite successful.

It's so well-intentioned, but also so depressing.