Rebirth at the Start: This Fate is Too Explosive!

Chapter 519 Even the donkeys in the production team wouldn't dare to work like this non-stop.

He didn't point it out, but nodded and said, "Alright! We'll have a good drink later!"

"Yes, sir! Let's go, boss!" Tang Bo turned around, his figure quickly disappearing into the thick darkness of the alley. His steps were unsteady, but they carried an eagerness and excitement as he embarked on a new journey.

Ye Fan stared in the direction he had disappeared, shook his head, but the playful smile on his lips lingered for a long time.

Finding such a lively and talented person, this "tutoring" trip to No. 2 Qingdao Road has been incredibly profitable.

The foundation for future intelligence has been laid tonight.

He took one last drag of the night air, still carrying the smoky scent of barbecue smoke, turned around, and walked steadily back towards the neighborhood that slept in the quiet night.

......

Ye Fan returned to No. 2 Qingdao Road.

The sky outside the window was already showing the deepest indigo blue before dawn, and the clock had quietly passed four in the morning.

After working up most of the night, he was covered in a mixture of smells from alcohol, barbecue smoke, and dust from the rescue.

He tiptoed into the bathroom, where the hot water washed away his fatigue and cleansed him of the hustle and bustle.

Although this was only his second time in this apartment, Jiang Wanyi was very thoughtful and had already prepared several sets of suitable clothes for him in the closet, neatly arranged inside and out.

Still feeling refreshed from the water vapor, Ye Fan walked out of the bathroom wearing only a towel and his muscular upper body bare.

Just as Jiang Wanyi lay down on the soft bed in the master bedroom, she was seemingly awakened by the familiar warmth and scent.

She let out a muffled moan, like a koala clinging to warmth, and instinctively rolled over and wrapped herself around him. In her drowsy state, she straddled Ye Fan's firm waist and abdomen, her sleepy cheek unconsciously rubbing against his chest...

......

Half an hour later.

The rhythmic "symphony," powerful enough to penetrate walls, gradually subsided.

However, this brief period of calm lasted only an hour.

Xuanxuan and Sisi in the next guest room were still immersed in the light sleep they had finally managed to regain when a wilder, more intense, and seemingly tireless "storm" swept in from the direction of the master bedroom again, accurately penetrating the fairly soundproofed walls.

"Thump!"

In the darkness, Xuanxuan suddenly sat up in bed, grabbed a pillow and slammed it over her head, her voice trembling with despair and tears:

"My God, are these two people using a perpetual motion machine? What time is it? It's almost dawn! Even the donkeys in the production team wouldn't dare to keep running like this non-stop!"

Sisi huddled under the covers, feeling uncomfortably hot all over, her heart pounding as if it were about to burst out of her chest. The penetrating and infectious sounds from next door made it impossible for her to fall asleep again.

"Help... all I can think about right now is Wanyi's... that tune..." Her voice trembled, filled with disbelief.

"Don't they need any rest? Ye Fan... he looks so refined, like a celebrity, but his physical abilities are absolutely insane, like an animal!"

In despair, the two wrapped themselves tightly in blankets and tried to recite Marxist principles to banish the intrusive noise.

However, Jiang Wanyi's unrestrained, high-pitched, and melodious voice, sometimes rapid and sometimes lingering, was like an all-pervasive electric current, precisely drilling into every nerve ending they were trying to resist, completely shattering their last trace of sleepiness.

This night was destined to be their night of dark circles.

......

The following morning, golden sunlight streamed through the huge floor-to-ceiling windows, filling the restaurant.

In stark contrast to her disheveled state after being completely drunk last night, Jiang Wanyi was now radiant. Her fair cheeks glowed with a healthy rosy hue, and she looked like a rose fully nourished by the morning dew and sunshine, delicate and alluring, with a languid yet satisfied charm in her eyes and brows.

She got up early, wearing only a loose white shirt belonging to Ye Fan that barely covered her hips, revealing a pair of straight and slender legs.

She hummed a tuneless little tune as she worked lightly and barefoot in the open kitchen, the aroma of fried eggs filling the air.

At this moment, two best friends, with huge dark circles under their eyes and pale, ghostly faces, floated out of the guest room, looking as if they had been drained of their life force by a demon.

"Wan, Wanyi..."

Xuanxuan, one hand supporting her aching back and the other leaning against the doorframe, spoke in a plaintive voice, sounding exactly like a resentful woman confined to her chambers:

"Tell me honestly, did your brother Ye Fan secretly eat a super-nutritious hot pot last night behind our backs? That battery life... is he a Terminator T-800 in disguise? Or did he secretly transplant an electric motor into himself?"

She pointed to her panda-like dark circles: "Look at this! Look at the masterpiece you two have created!"

Sisi, looking pale and sickly, leaned closer, lowered her voice, and teased with a mischievous smile, "The point isn't how amazing she is, it's our gentle and dignified campus belle, Jiang!"

She deliberately imitated a high-pitched trill she had heard last night:

"Tsk tsk tsk! Your voice must be cracking from shouting, right? To keep your 'perpetual motion machine,' you've gone to such lengths... way too much!"

She wanted to say "That's too sexy," but she changed it to the more euphemistic "She's willing to go all out."

Jiang Wanyi was flipping the fried eggs with a spatula when she heard this. Her face turned red from her ears to her neck, and even her fair collarbone was tinged with pink. She was so embarrassed that she almost buried her face in the sizzling frying pan.

She frantically stirred the bubbling white porridge in the pot, her voice barely audible, tinged with a deep sense of guilt:

"Ahem... um... I'm sorry... I... was I... a little too loud last night? Did I really disturb you?"

What do you think?

Xuanxuan and Sisi rolled their eyes in unison, and began to complain in unison, their resentment reaching the heavens.

"Oh well, never mind."

Xuanxuan waved her hand, her tone sarcastic, and glanced at the closed master bedroom door with a complicated look in her eyes:

"As long as our campus belle Jiang is happy and content, we'll accept losing a few years of our lives because of all the noise. But..."

She changed the subject, her tone tinged with worry and a hint of mockery:

"Wanyi, will you even be able to speak in class today? If you open your mouth on the podium, the whole class will know how intense your 'battle' was last night, right? That's quite a sacrifice."

Jiang Wanyi pursed her lips, which were slightly swollen from someone's kiss, and the blush on her face lingered for a long time, as if she had applied the finest rouge.

She stirred the porridge with her head down, a secret and sweet flutter rising in her heart: as long as it could satisfy him... it seemed worth it to have a hoarse voice.

......

Not long after.

Ye Fan emerged from the master bedroom, feeling refreshed and invigorated, still carrying the scent of a fresh shower.

Just moments ago, Xuanxuan and Sisi were chattering and teasing Jiang Wanyi, but as soon as they saw the "sound creator" herself appear, their minds immediately and uncontrollably replayed the "background noise" that had penetrated the walls the night before.