Rebirth at the Start: This Fate is Too Explosive!

Chapter 155 The Ancestral Spirit's Inferiority Complex!

"No way!"

Shi Kai was the first to jump out and refute, "It's only been a few days since school started? Even the Flash wasn't this fast!"

Xiao Ji shook his head repeatedly, "Exactly! This is too fantastical! But..." He scratched his head, his curiosity piqued, "If it's true... who could it be?"

Although they said they didn't believe it, they felt like they had been scratched by cat claws.

If your roommate finds a girlfriend right after the start of the semester, the contrast is more painful than killing them!

As the three of them walked downstairs to the dormitory building, the familiar black Audi came into view once again.

Xiao Ji pointed at the car, puzzled, and said, "Huh? That's strange. This car wasn't here when we went out to eat! When did it come back?"

They were filled with curiosity about the luxury car that frequently appeared downstairs, eager to know if the owner was a senior or classmate from their major.

Fortunately, Ye Fan had already gone up, and the others missed him again.

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the other side.

The spirit of the ancestor returned to the dormitory.

Pushing open the door, the scene before her made her slightly taken aback.

Last night, only Su Luming had hung up his bed curtains, but now the other two roommates have also put up cozy curtains on their beds, separating their small personal spaces.

Only her bed remained bare, completely exposed, making her seem somewhat out of place.

She pursed her lips, suppressing the lingering unease in her heart, and silently walked to her desk. She needed to find a cloth to wipe Ye Fan's car.

However, she had very few belongings.

The dormitories at Nanjing University have standard bunk beds with desks underneath. The roommates' desks are filled with brand-new laptops, a wide variety of cosmetics, exquisite makeup mirrors and small accessories, and storage boxes are crammed under the desks.

On the other hand, her desk had only a few textbooks neatly stacked on it, and under the desk was a plastic basin and an inconspicuous black plastic bag.

She searched everywhere, but couldn't find a decent piece of cloth to use for wiping.

She doesn't even have a rag, the kind she usually uses to wipe the table. Sigh...

Finally, having no other choice, I had to use my own face towel.

Xian Zuling was about to leave the dormitory with a towel when her roommates returned.

With a creak, the dormitory door was pushed open, and my roommates returned, chatting and laughing.

"Ancestral Spirit, you haven't bought bed curtains yet?"

Wang Hui, the girl in the opposite bed, with a neat high ponytail and a cheerful personality, saw her standing by the table with a towel in her hand and kindly reminded her, "We just bought these at the supermarket across from the school. A set was only 40 yuan, and the quality is decent, quite a bargain. If you want to buy some, hurry up and go, the supermarket is still open. Do you want me to go with you? It'll be a good way to take a walk and digest your food."

Xian Zuling felt a warmth in his heart, but was immediately overwhelmed by immense embarrassment.

She lowered her head, her voice barely audible: "No...no need, thank you, Wang Hui."

After saying that, he quickly walked out of the dormitory, shutting out his roommates' concerned inquiries and possible glances behind the door.

Walking in the corridor, the pervasive sense of "gap" in university enveloped her like a tide, clearer and heavier than in high school.

Her roommates were all very nice, and no one disliked her, but her feelings of inferiority clung to her like vines.

The thought of spending four years together like this, without a smartphone, a computer, or all those bottles and jars of cosmetics, and not even being able to participate in their discussions about "which foundation is better" or "which lipstick color is more stunning"...

She instinctively wanted to shrink herself down to avoid getting close to those "circles" she couldn't reach.

But she's the only one in the whole dorm without a bed curtain, sigh...

40 yuan...that's not a small amount for her.

That's enough for her to eat rice and vegetables in the cafeteria for a very long time.

She bit her lower lip hard, tasting a hint of rust on her tongue, trying to use the pain to dispel the bitterness and concern in her heart.

She kept telling herself: I've made it this far, just hang in there a little longer, things will get better once I graduate, get a job, and start earning money... At least then, if I want to eat a plate of boiled pork slices, I won't have to calculate and hesitate like this anymore...

However, no matter how much she tries to comfort herself, the sensitivity and concern that belong to an 18-year-old girl can never be completely erased.

She took a deep breath, straightened her back, and, holding the washcloth, walked towards the boys' dormitory area.

Under the dim streetlights, she spotted the familiar black Audi at a glance, and the tall, upright young man leaning against the car.

Ye Fan was looking down at his phone, the light from the screen illuminating his sharply defined profile.

She quickly ran over.

Ye Fan looked up at the sound and glanced at his phone screen: "Didn't we agree on seven o'clock? It's only six fifty now, why are you here so early?" His tone was a little puzzled.

Xian Zuling pursed her slightly dry lips and said softly, "I... I was afraid that being late would take up your time... Anyway... I didn't have anything else to do, so... I came early."

She was slightly out of breath, her cheeks flushed slightly from jogging.

"Alright!" Ye Fan didn't ask any more questions and put away his phone.

Xian Zuling immediately got to work, waving the towel in her hand: "Ye Fan, let me wipe your car now!"

His eyes held a questioning look and a hint of barely perceptible tension.

"Okay, sure." Ye Fan nodded and made room for her to open the car door.

With permission granted, the ancestral spirit immediately set to work.

She opened the car door and first carefully wiped the passenger seat, the place where she had sat, cleaning it with extra care, as if she wanted to erase all traces she had left behind.

Next came the steering wheel, center console, instrument panel, gear shift, door trim panels… Her movements were swift and meticulous, her expression focused.

For her, washing cars, which requires physical effort but yields a reward, is far more reassuring than accepting unsolicited "kindness" from others.

She had to do a good enough job to justify those meals.

The towel in her hand was a bit old, but very clean, just like the faded but equally clean and tidy trousers she was wearing; it was the last bit of dignity she could maintain.

Ye Fan's gaze remained fixed on her busy figure and the towel.

When I saw her wiping the leather seats again and again with a towel that was clearly an everyday item, I couldn't help but frown slightly.

"Offering this to our ancestors," he finally spoke, his voice low, but it made the girl, who was focused on wiping the car, pause. "Where did you get this towel?"

Xian Zuling's heart sank! She immediately stopped what she was doing, turned around, and her face was instantly filled with panic and confusion, thinking that Ye Fan disliked the towel because it was dirty or not good enough.

She instinctively hid the towel behind her back, explaining hastily, "This...this is what I usually use to wash my face...I...I washed it again before I came out, it's very clean, really not dirty! If...if you're not satisfied...I'll think of something else...I'm sorry..."