Rebirth at the Start: This Fate is Too Explosive!

Chapter 213 Using Magic to Defeat Magic

Ye Fan stopped, turned around, placed his hands on her shoulders, leaned down slightly, and looked directly into her panicked eyes.

Her voice wasn't loud, but every word was clear, carrying a sly glint in her eyes: "It's a huge deal! Didn't you just quote me? You don't like taking advantage of others, that's great, I'm the same way! If I lose your things and don't compensate you, I'll be very unhappy! I don't want to owe you anything! You just said that, and you've already forgotten?"

"..." The ancestral spirit was completely speechless.

Ye Fan's words were like precise chains, instantly tightening the wall of "principles" she had built around herself, leaving her unable to refute them.

She did just insist on paying for it using that reason, and now Ye Fan is insisting on compensation using the same reason.

The logic is consistent and flawless.

While she was still in a daze, Ye Fan released her and turned to walk straight to a counter.

Ye Fan skillfully asked for an Oppo phone that cost over a thousand yuan, and then asked the clerk to get him an iPhone 6 that had just been released.

I got a card for the ancestral spirit and then deposited two thousand yuan into it.

The shop assistants quickly packed, processed orders, and activated the products.

When Xian Zuling saw the five-figure transaction amount displayed on the POS machine, he was finally jolted awake from Ye Fan's "closed-loop logic" and gasped in shock!

She lunged at the counter, her voice trembling with anxiety: "Ye Fan! This is too expensive! You really don't need to pay for it! I..."

Before the words were even finished, a "beep" sounded indicating that the card swipe was successful.

Ye Fan swiftly grabbed two shopping bags with the logo printed on them and, like a thief who had just made a successful steal, turned and ran!

"Done! Let's go!"

"Wait for me!" The spirit of the ancestors disregarded everything else and hurried after Ye Fan, jogging alongside him, still futilely trying to salvage the situation: "Ye Fan! It really doesn't need to be so expensive! That old phone..."

Ye Fan continued walking without turning his head, saying in a nonchalant tone, "Expensive? You're overthinking it. This OPPO phone I'm giving you is a few hundred yuan entry-level model, very cheap. What's expensive is my iPhone 6, a newly released flagship, understand?"

He waved the bag in his hand, which had a logo of a bitten apple on it.

The spirit's expressive eyes were wide open, filled with three words: I! Don't! Believe! A few hundred yuan?

Ye Fan continued, "You don't believe me? Then go and find out what an iPhone is. They're very expensive. The one I'm giving you is a low-end model, very cheap."

"Alright, alright, stop arguing. Hurry up and go cook, I'm starving! The food'll spoil if you dawdle any longer!"

His tall figure blended into the light and shadow of the mall exit, his steps firm, leaving only a dashing silhouette for the girl behind him, who was carrying an expensive "entry-level" machine bag, filled with anxiety and helplessness.

Xian Zuling looked down at the heavy new phone box in her arms. The smooth packaging and eye-catching logo were so unfamiliar and heavy to her, as if she were holding a hot potato.

She looked up at Ye Fan's receding figure, then could only purse her lips and jog after him.

......

The next morning, in the bamboo grove courtyard.

Sunlight streamed into the room through the gaps in the bamboo leaves.

Ye Fan was awakened by the continuous vibration of his phone. He squinted as he unlocked the screen; his WeChat was flooded with Li Yifeng's furious messages:

Li Yifeng: [Image: Empty seats]

Li Yifeng: Lao Ye! You've disappeared again? Class is starting, bro! Professor Yan from Economics is already in the classroom! Hurry up and get over here! @Ye Fan @Ye Fan @Ye Fan

Li Yifeng: If you don't come soon, Lao Yan is going to take attendance! I can't answer for you!

Ye Fan rubbed his temples, quickly washed up, grabbed his keys, and went out.

Outside the bamboo grove courtyard.

A McLaren P1 with sharp lines and a bright orange body lies quietly under the green trees, creating a strong visual contrast with the surrounding rustic environment.

Last night, when I returned from the supermarket, I received a call from the auction house. The "speed machine" that he had previously won at the yacht auction had finally arrived and was delivered directly to the gate of my courtyard.

Ye Fan didn't go back to the dormitory last night; he stayed in the courtyard instead.

He deftly unlocked the door, sat in the low driver's seat, and the engine let out a deep, powerful roar.

The sports car transformed into an orange streak and sped towards the teaching building.

Ultimately, it parked in a very low-key manner in a private parking lot a little distance from the teaching building.

After locking the car, I headed upstairs to the classroom.

I arrived at the classroom quickly. Damn, I'm late today. It's so much better to stay in the dorm!

Today's class is economics.

When Ye Fan pushed open the heavy wooden door of the classroom, on the podium, Professor Yan, who was in his forties and known for his rigor, was explaining the theory of marginal utility.

"Sorry teacher, I'm late." Ye Fan's voice wasn't loud, but it instantly drew the attention of the entire class.

Old Yan adjusted his glasses, and upon recognizing Ye Fan, a rare, almost tolerant expression appeared on his usually serious face. He nodded and said, "Yes, it's alright. Ye Fan, please go in. Next time, if you're late, just come in through the back door; no need to knock."

His gentle tone surprised the entire class.

"Thank you, teacher." Ye Fan nodded slightly and walked to the back row amidst the curious or envious gazes of the crowd.

"Old Ye! Over here!" Li Yifeng waved mischievously, and sure enough, there was an empty seat next to him.

As soon as Ye Fan sat down, Li Yifeng leaned over and whispered, "Damn, is Lao Yan on some kind of drug today? Why is he being so lenient with you?"

Ye Fan rolled his eyes at him: "Shut up and listen to the lesson."

Even so, the two quickly entered their familiar "break time mode," hushed their voices, joking and chatting away, completely ignoring the glances that Old Yan was giving them from the podium.

Ye Fan was naturally not afraid of failing his course, while Li Yifeng was a typical case of "the more debts, the less worried," completely unaware that the shadow of failing his final exam was approaching.

During break time.

As soon as the bell rang, the classroom instantly became noisy.

Xian Zuling stood up, head down, and instinctively tried to slip out through the aisle against the wall to go to the toilet.

Ye Fan's seat was right in the aisle, and he stretched out his long legs, naturally "blocking" the way.

He teased her on purpose, preventing her from going over.

The ancestral spirit statue, which was just a small animal trying to get through the roadblock, moved slightly next to Ye Fan, but found it couldn't get through.

She couldn't help but look up, her face instantly flushing red, her voice trembling slightly with urgency: "You...you move aside! I need to get through, lots of classmates are watching!"

She could sense that some of her classmates were already looking over curiously.

Ye Fan found it very amusing that he could blush like that!

Seeing her so embarrassed she was practically fuming, he found it extremely amusing. He deliberately turned slowly to the side and said with a smile, "Alright, alright, you can go ahead. Be careful not to fall."