Rebirth at the Start: This Fate is Too Explosive!

Chapter 318 Old Zhao, who has gotten three shades darker!

As far as the eye can see, there is a red river formed by flashing brake lights.

The bus was packed like a sardine can, with the windows filled with the faces of students dragging suitcases, eager to get home.

Private cars were practically unable to move, with the incessant honking of horns creating a suffocating urban symphony.

Even with its exceptional performance, the Maybach S400 could only struggle to move forward amidst the torrent of steel.

It took nearly forty minutes to travel just a few kilometers, like a snail crawling!

By the time the car finally crawled slowly to the imposing gate of Nanjing University of Science and Technology, it was already close to dusk.

Ye Fan lowered the car window and searched through the bustling crowd.

Soon, under the shade of a tall sycamore tree next to the school gate, he spotted a particularly conspicuous target—a large head that looked around anxiously, its skin dark and shiny in the afterglow of the setting sun.

"Pfft!" Ye Fan couldn't help but laugh out loud. After not seeing him for a month, Old Zhao's skin tone had successfully broken through several shades under the scorching September sun in Jinling, heading all the way towards bronze or even ebony!

Ye Fan pushed open the car door and called out to the "black-headed" man, "Hey! Old Zhao! Over here!"

Hearing the sound, Zhao Mingzhe turned his head, saw Ye Fan, and immediately grinned, revealing a set of teeth that looked exceptionally white against his dark skin, and jogged over.

Ye Fan went up to him and looked him up and down without any politeness, clicking his tongue in amazement: "Wow! Old Zhao, you... did the Jinling sun give you special treatment, giving you extra sunbathing training? This color, it's almost like you just came back from mining in Africa!"

He stretched out his finger, as if to poke Zhao Mingzhe's shiny black arm.

Zhao Mingzhe slapped Ye Fan's "claws" away in annoyance, giving him a resentful, as if he had suffered a great injustice, glare at him: "Get lost! It's easy for you to say that when you're not the one suffering! Do you think I want this? Our lousy military training, we're stuck on the parade ground in the scorching sun every day, and the instructors are really ruthless..."

His complaints stopped abruptly as his gaze was drawn to the car behind Ye Fan!

The black Maybach S400, gleaming with understated luxury in the setting sun, and the driver, Lao Li, standing respectfully beside it in his neat uniform, instantly made Zhao Mingzhe's eyes widen like saucers!

"Holy crap!!!" Zhao Mingzhe's exclamation rose eight octaves in surprise. He grabbed Ye Fan's arm, pointed at the Maybach, and his voice trembled with excitement: "Old Ye! Whose car is this...whose car is this? Don't tell me you robbed a bank!"

Ye Fan slapped his hand away and casually dusted off his sleeves: "What's all the fuss about? I bought it."

"You bought this?" Zhao Mingzhe's jaw nearly dropped to the floor, his face screaming "You're kidding me!" He shook his head vigorously. "Fuck you! We grew up together, I know how many moles you have on your butt! Where did you get the money to buy this thing?"

He leaned closer to Ye Fan, lowered his voice, winked, and gave him a knowing look: "Tell me honestly! Did you get incredibly lucky and manage to hook up with some rich heiress, become her son-in-law, and successfully live off her?"

"Get lost!" Ye Fan laughed and cursed, then unceremoniously kicked Zhao Mingzhe in the buttocks.

Zhao Mingzhe was prepared and jumped away nimbly with a strange cry.

These days, nobody believes you when you tell the truth.

At this moment, the rear window of the Maybach slowly rolled down, revealing Pei Yi'an's beautiful face.

She looked at the two lively brothers, a faint smile playing on her lips: "Hello, Mingzhe, long time no see."

Upon seeing Pei Yi'an, Zhao Mingzhe immediately dropped his playful expression, grinned to reveal his signature white teeth, and waved enthusiastically: "Hello Yi'an! Yeah, yeah, it's been over a month! How's the new semester? Busy?"

He was just about to chat with Pei Yi'an a bit more when, unexpectedly, Ye Fan slapped him on the back of the head, not too hard, not too soft.

"Alright, alright, stop dawdling here!" Ye Fan interrupted him. "Hurry up, find somewhere to grab a bite, then head to the airport! If we dawdle any longer, we'll miss our flight!"

Zhao Mingzhe rubbed the back of his head, angrily making an international friendship gesture at Ye Fan's retreating figure: "Damn it! Ye Fan, you son of a bitch! All you know is how to film me!"

He cursed, but his feet quickly followed, and he even opened the car door for Pei Yi'an.

The three eventually found a familiar Shaxian snack shop near Nanjing University of Science and Technology.

The small shop was filled with the aroma of steamed dumplings and stew pots.

They squeezed around a small square table against the wall, quickly shoveling down their duck leg rice and fragrant noodles under the greasy menu and the buzzing old ceiling fan overhead.

The plastic stool legs screeched against the ground, and outside the door, the traffic remained congested.

This hurried yet lively farewell dinner contrasted sharply and interestingly with the Maybach waiting quietly in the distance.

After filling their stomachs, the three of them didn't linger and headed straight for Lukou Airport.

Before the holiday, the airport terminal was brightly lit and bustling with people. The sounds of announcements, rolling suitcase wheels, and children crying mingled together, creating a unique and noisy prelude to the start of the long holiday.

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It was already late at night when the plane landed at Takasaki Airport.

The three of them, travel-worn and weary, took a taxi straight to the small town of Nanzhou.

After arriving in Nanzhou, Ye Fan did not go straight home.

He and Zhao Mingzhe first took Pei Yi'an home.

Afterwards, the two hungry young people plunged into the familiar night market of the ancient city, feasted at the smoky barbecue stalls, downed several bottles of ice-cold beer, and only then, covered in smoky smells and burps, did they happily head back.

When Ye Fan gently opened the door with his key, the hands of the clock in the living room had already quietly slipped past midnight.

In the quiet house, only the sound of his deliberately soft footsteps could be heard.

Ye Fan did not tell his parents that his son was coming back.

Returning home late at night naturally disturbed their sweet dreams.

"Who is it?" came Ms. Gu Ruoning's alert yet sleepy voice from the bedroom, followed by the rustling sound of slippers being put on.

The living room light was switched on with a "click".

Wearing pajamas and with slightly disheveled hair, Gu Ruoning and Ye Linzhang stood at the bedroom door, their faces showing displeasure at being disturbed from their sweet dreams.

However, when Gu Ruoning saw that it was her son Ye Fan standing at the door, the sleepiness in her eyes was instantly replaced by huge joy, and the light in her eyes was so bright that it almost overflowed!

"Son? You're back?" Her voice rose, filled with unbelievable joy. "I thought you were going to be out there running wild forever and weren't planning on coming home for the holiday!"

Ye Fan grinned: "I just missed you guys, so I wanted to give you a surprise."