Rebirth at the Start: This Fate is Too Explosive!

Chapter 294 Don't stand me up!

Su Luming immediately moved like a nimble kitten to the spot where Ye Fan had just been.

She pretended to tidy up her things, but her eyes quickly scanned the desktop and the inside of the drawers.

When she saw the freshly written "confession" signed "Ki Yuhao," along with the sharp retort "So stupid it's bubbly," her lips twitched involuntarily. She silently cursed at the empty seat, "You jerk!"

After returning from releasing the water, Ye Fan was still not satisfied.

He simply switched places with the ancestral spirit and continued his "journey of exploring and recreating desk culture".

Although Xian Zuling was a little confused, she obediently changed seats. However, during class, she found that Ye Fan was not listening to the lecture at all. Instead, he was looking down and writing and drawing on the table with great concentration, occasionally letting out a low chuckle.

Ye Fan was now completely immersed in the "underground literature" unique to the lecture hall.

These graffiti on the desks are the students' most genuine outlet for their emotions.

Behind every piece of writing, every childish doodle—such as a little heart shot by an arrow, or a simple little figure crying—may lie a sweet flutter of the heart, a bitter unrequited love, a helpless sigh, or simply a mischievous spirit.

He especially liked those "works" that were full of dark humor and a rebellious spirit.

For example, on the table in front of him right now, there is a "doggerel" engraved on it. The handwriting is crooked and crooked, but it exudes a kind of grief and indignation unique to single people: Nanjing University has no beautiful girls, only withered flowers and fallen willows lined up in rows; occasionally there are a couple of mandarin ducks, but they are all pheasant-colored pheasants.

"Pfft!" Ye Fan almost burst out laughing.

This perfectly expresses the feelings of countless single people!

From the perspective of the FFF group, all acts of showing affection are original sins. This summary of the "truth" is so accurate!

In the eyes of single people: You guys showing off your love, huh? Then you're all just prostitutes; you bragging about having a girlfriend, huh? You're nothing but a pervert too.

Ye Fan was immediately inspired to write a poem. He picked up his pen and, below this "masterpiece," added another poem with flowing strokes: "Nanjing University has never had any scoundrels, but rather rows of upright gentlemen."

A true gentleman? Who else but me! I, Ye Fan, am the best among them!

After writing this sentence, he felt his image instantly become taller and more glorious.

Then, the author adds a crucial detail: in the occasional cases of indecent assault, the perpetrators were all female hooligans!

After finishing writing, he admired his "masterpiece" with satisfaction, feeling that the logic was absolutely flawless and a perfect rebuttal to the "cheap color scheme" argument above! See, we Nanjing University male students are all upright gentlemen, and the ones who cause problems are those "female hooligans"!

Su Luming, who had been secretly "monitoring" Ye Fan, noticed Ye Fan's suspicious shoulder twitching and knew that he must be up to something again.

She strained her neck and finally caught a glimpse of the newly released "sequel".

When she saw the line "All perpetrators of violence are female hooligans," her face instantly darkened. She was so angry she almost snapped her pen in two, squeezing out two words through gritted teeth: "Scumbag!"

Time always flies when a person is engrossed in something they are interested in.

The school bell rang out like heavenly music, interrupting the teacher's rambling and Ye Fan's "artistic creation".

Ye Fan stretched contentedly, feeling that these two classes were even more fulfilling and interesting than when he was actually listening to lectures, and that his spirit had been greatly elevated.

He picked up his book and said to Xian Zuling, who was still slowly tidying up his notes, "Xian Zuling, let's go eat."

Xian Zuling blushed and said, "You go first, I need to go back to my dorm... then I'll come find you..."

Ye Fan looked at her and instantly understood her "little secret." He found her conflicted expression—clearly pained yet forced to keep her promise—particularly amusing, and nodded with a smile, "Alright, I'll wait for you at Nanfang Garden. Don't stand me up!"

After Ye Fan finished speaking, he called to Li Yifeng and the others, and the group left the lecture hall chatting and laughing.

As soon as Su Luming saw Ye Fan leave, he immediately took over the "creative throne" that Ye Fan had just been sitting on, just like a cat smelling fish.

She bent down and carefully examined the "calligraphy" left by Ye Fan on the table—the crooked poem of a "gentleman" and the "confession" signed by Ji Yuhao.

As she read, she muttered to herself, "What kind of nonsense and fallacies are these! Narcissists!"

Unwilling to give up, she moved to another seat that Ye Fan had previously occupied and continued her "archaeological digging".

This time, she saw a freshly drawn, philosophically-inspired doodle, clearly Ye Fan's work: How much love can be squandered? Either you become corrupted through debauchery, or you become perverted through silence...

Su Luming was both annoyed and amused. Finally, he couldn't hold back any longer and muttered under his breath, "You bastard! You're a complete bastard! Bad from head to toe!"

After venting her anger, she seemed unsatisfied and turned to the bewildered Ancestor Spirit, complaining, "Ancestor Spirit! Let me tell you, Ye Fan is such a scoundrel, he's just so...so..."

In her excitement, she blurted out, "You're utterly wicked!"

"Jingzi?" Xian Zuling blinked her clear, bewildered eyes, looking at Su Luming in astonishment, completely not understanding the meaning of the word. She even subconsciously looked down at her stomach.

If Ye Fan were present and heard Su Luming's earth-shattering "accusation," he would probably jump for joy, then retort with a straight face: "Good heavens! Su, that's a lot of information! How did you know something was wrong? You're going to take responsibility for me!"

Su Luming then realized what inappropriate words he had uttered, and his face instantly turned bright red, even the roots of his neck. He quickly waved his hands, stammering as he corrected himself, "Ah! No, no! Slip of the tongue! I meant... I meant he's rotten to the core! Yes! Rotten to the bone! Utterly rotten!"

Xian Zuling looked at the agitated and embarrassed Su Luming, her little face still full of confusion.

In her heart, although Ye Fan sometimes said things that were a bit annoying and liked to tease her, he had a very good heart and was a truly good person.

She didn't understand why Su Luming was so angry.

Seeing the "Ye Fan is the best in the world" expression on Xian Zuling's face, Su Luming knew it was pointless to argue with her, so he sighed helplessly, "Forget it, I can't explain it to you. Let's go, aren't you going to Nanfang Garden? I'll go with you."

She was actually curious about how Ye Fan was going to "trick" Xian Zuling into having lunch.

Xian Zuling didn't say anything, and then followed Su Luming to the Nanfangyuan canteen.

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