Rebirth: My Home Has Become a Gathering Place for Young Women with a "Crazy" Spirit

Qin Lang sat down in his seat, raised an eyebrow, and glanced at the person following that gaze.

In the middle of the second row of the classroom, a boy was staring intently at him with a sinister and twisted gaze.

Who is this person? Qin Lang couldn't recall the person's name for a moment.

Do I have a blood feud with him for killing my father? Stealing my wife... that can't be, right?

Qin Lang saw undisguised malice and jealousy in this person's eyes, along with a hint of possessiveness and hostility.

Qin Lang didn't have a deep impression of this person in his past life, otherwise he wouldn't have forgotten his name. He only vaguely remembered that this person was the class's notorious yandere (obsessive and possessive) guy. Could it be that this kid... has a crush on Xu Han?

In the past, Qin Lang might have been a little worried about what would happen if this kid retaliated against him. Now, having been reborn and lived two lives, he naturally wouldn't take such an naive college student seriously.

He glanced at it briefly, then looked away as if he didn't care at all, and took out his college English textbook to continue studying.

Seeing that Qin Lang completely ignored him, the sinister man's eyes became even more venomous. He clenched his fists tightly, but still didn't dare to come over and cause trouble.

Just as Qin Lang was about to bury himself in his studies, a figure suddenly approached from the side.

"Brother Lang, good morning!" Huang Ziqiang walked over with a warm smile and a grateful expression.

He leaned closer and lowered his voice, saying, "Brother Lang, thank you so much for what happened yesterday. If it weren't for you, my money would have been wasted."

"No big deal, just routine. Next time you're pursuing a girl, find someone more reliable," Qin Lang said casually, flipping open his textbook.

"Brother Lang, I have to treat you to barbecue tonight, let's go..." Huang Ziqiang was still grateful and insisted on treating everyone to a meal to express his gratitude.

Ruan Zhihuan, who was sitting not far away, happened to see this scene and vaguely heard the words "yesterday" and "that money," which aroused doubts in her heart.

Considering Qin Lang's unusual behavior over the past two days, a guess suddenly occurred to her: "...Could it be that Huang Ziqiang's father from yesterday was Qin Lang?"

Also, why did Qin Lang seem to completely change overnight? He became calm and composed, and possessed a unique aura. He was completely different from the listless, withdrawn teenager he used to be.

Ruan Zhihuan's eyes flickered slightly as she twirled a carbon pen in her hand, looking thoughtful.

Time flew by, and the two English classes ended. The third and fourth periods every Tuesday morning are fixed physical education classes. As soon as the English teacher walked out of the classroom, the boys in the class immediately became active, grabbing their textbooks and heading straight to the playground in twos and threes.

Qin Lang closed the book and, as he stood up, his peripheral vision inadvertently swept over the second row. The sinister-looking boy was also walking out. His eyes first glanced in Xu Han's direction, then landed on Qin Lang, the malice in them seemingly undiminished.

Qin Lang's lips twitched with a hint of amusement, but he ignored them and followed the crowd out of the classroom. Huang Ziqiang trotted along beside him, constantly muttering about going out for barbecue that night.

The wind on the playground was a bit cooler than near the teaching building, but it was still quite comfortable with the warm sunshine.

The PE teacher briefly explained the requirements and precautions for free time, and the boys flocked to the basketball court. Some of the girls ran, some chatted under the shade of the trees next to the track, and many others gathered around to watch the boys play.

Xu Han's trio didn't join the group chat, nor did they watch the boys play basketball. After they finished smoking in the restroom, they returned to the playground, found an empty spot, and sat down. Ruan Zhihuan took out a brand-new deck of cards, and the three of them started playing Dou Dizhu (a popular Chinese card game).

Qin Lang didn't go play basketball. Although he was full of energy, he didn't want to join in the fun with those young people. He found a clean step to sit on and began to review his memories of online novels, short dramas, and AI comics from 2016 onwards in his previous life.

A moment later, a series of soft noises came from the group of three energetic young women. Qin Lang looked up and saw Xu Han sitting there with her brows slightly furrowed, her right fingertip pinching the middle finger of her left hand.

It turned out that he had accidentally cut his finger on a playing card while playing cards, leaving a small cut that bled a little.

Xu Han frowned and loosened his fingers. It seemed that the bleeding had stopped. After hesitating for a moment, he turned around and went to the school clinic next to the playground. Not long after, he returned with a box of bandages in his hand, and the injured finger was already bandaged.

The three continued playing cards, and Qin Lang didn't take it seriously, continuing to close his eyes and meditate, reviewing the scattered memories of his past life.

Less than three minutes later, a figure ran down from the basketball court and walked quickly toward Xu Han.

Just as Xu Han was about to play her trump card, she noticed someone standing in front of her. Looking up, she saw it was Feng Chen, the sickly man who had bothered her so much in the past.

With a furrowed brow and a hint of impatience on his world-weary face, Xu Han asked in a clearly distant tone, "What is it?"

Feng Chen raised his left hand and extended it in front of Xu Han, revealing a very small, fine wound on the tip of his index finger.

"I accidentally cut myself while playing ball. I saw you just bought some band-aids. Can I borrow one?" Feng Chen forced out what he thought was a very handsome smile and asked Xu Han in a gentlemanly manner.

Several girls gathered around and couldn't help but mutter that such a small wound would probably heal on its own in a few minutes. They all understood that Feng Chen was clearly trying to use the excuse of borrowing a band-aid to flirt with Xu Han.

Xu Han naturally knew the yandere man's intentions and felt a little annoyed. He glanced at Qin Lang sitting on the steps not far away, and finally took out a band-aid from the box he had just bought, handed it to Feng Chen, and said in a cold tone, "Here you go, take it and get out of here."

When Feng Chen took the band-aid, his fingertips inadvertently brushed against Xu Han's hand. A fleeting look of satisfaction flashed in his eyes as he took the band-aid and turned to leave. Throughout the entire process, he didn't even glance at the people around him.

Qin Lang was completely unaware of what was happening until a familiar voice interrupted his thoughts a few minutes later.

"Brother Lang, something terrible has happened! Someone's trying to steal Xu Han from you!"

"Qiangzi, what did you say?"

Qin Lang was startled, looked up, and stared at Huang Ziqiang with a bewildered expression.

What did Qiangzi just say? Someone's trying to steal Xu Han from me? When did Xu Han become mine?

"That Feng Chen, she just scraped her hand a little and deliberately went to Xu Han to borrow a Band-Aid. Her intentions are obviously impure." Huang Ziqiang said as he sat down next to Qin Lang.

Feng Chen… Right, Qin Lang suddenly remembered the name of that yandere man; it seemed to be Feng Chen.

"Don't talk nonsense. I have nothing to do with Xu Han. What do you mean by 'stealing Xu Han from me'?"

"Brother Lang, stop making excuses. Everyone in the class has noticed that you've been greeting Xu Han every time you come to the classroom these past two days, and Xu Han's attitude towards you is different from everyone else's. You say you two have nothing going on? Who would believe that?" Huang Ziqiang had an expression that said, "I don't believe it anyway."

"Believe it or not!" Qin Lang was too lazy to argue with him. His gaze leisurely swept across the track. Sure enough, there were a few people with great figures, their curves were exquisite, and their movements resembled the undulating hills when they ran...

"Brother Lang, look, it seems like that kid Feng Chen is up to something again," Huang Ziqiang suddenly said, pointing to the opposite side of the playground.