Rebirth at the Start: This Fate is Too Explosive!

"Get lost!"

Ye Fan laughed and scolded in an annoyed tone:

"Didn't I just throw you two Lotus Flower cigarettes the day before yesterday? The slim kind, no less! Are you burning them like incense, offering three sticks a day to the gods? You smoke them so fast!"

Xiao Ji chuckled mischievously twice, showing no embarrassment at being exposed. Instead, he clasped his hands together, gave Ye Fan a proper bow, lowered his voice, and said mysteriously:

"Hehe, Brother Fan, you've misunderstood me. I didn't smoke those two lotus flowers, really I didn't! I took them to do some serious business!"

Didn't I skip a lot of classes recently? I was just being prepared, using the money to "pay my respects" to our dear advisor, to smooth things over before graduating smoothly.

What's this called? This is called the essential skill of a mature man—social skills!

Ye Fan didn't believe him at all, not even a single punctuation mark.

He preferred to believe that Xiao Ji had returned the two lotus flowers intact to Aunt Wang at the school's back gate shop and converted them into cash.

Then he took the money to a budget hotel, bought Jissbon products, and absolutely did not believe that this guy could have the filial piety and foresight to "respect" his teacher.

However, Ye Fan was too lazy to argue with him. He took out the pack of Zhonghua cigarettes from his pocket, skillfully flicked open the lid with his fingertips, shook out a cigarette, and accurately tossed it into Xiao Ji's still outstretched paw.

Then, he flicked out another one, tossed it in another direction with a flick of his wrist:

"Old Li, here you go, have one to perk you up."

However, to everyone's surprise, Li Yifeng, who usually loves to join in on fun, accept any offer of cigarettes, and crash any gathering, showed absolutely no reaction this time.

He didn't even lift his hand, letting the cigarette arc through the air and gently land on his table.

He was like a lump of mud that had lost its dreams, his head drooping low, almost buried in his chest, his back bent into a dejected arc, slumped firmly in front of his desk.

The computer screen was lit, its dim light reflecting on his face, revealing a bitter face with lifeless eyes, ashen complexion, and the words "I have no will to live" written all over it.

On the screen, the red and green stock candlestick chart looked like a series of mocking scars.

Ye Fan sensed something was off, walked over, and lightly patted Li Yifeng on the shoulder, teasingly saying:

"Hey, Lao Li, what kind of trendy performance art pose are you doing? It's pretty unique. What happened last night, did some female demon from the Spider Cave treat you like Tang Sanzang's flesh and suck you dry, even the marrow? Look at your energy, you've been thoroughly drained."

Li Yifeng slowly and with great difficulty turned his head, his dark circles under his eyes even more pronounced than those of a real giant panda in the zoo.

He glanced blankly at Ye Fan, then let out a deep, heavy sigh, a long, drawn-out breath that seemed to come from the depths of his soul, and said softly:

"Old Ye, what you said isn't entirely wrong. I was indeed drained dry, my bone marrow was almost completely drained... but I wasn't a female demon."

He pointed to the computer screen, his voice trembling with tears:

"It's that! It's the evil stock market! It's a green-green leek harvesting machine! Now look what's happened, all that frantic trading, and all I have left is five thousand yuan!"

Ye Fan was delighted upon hearing this.

He casually grabbed a nearby unused plastic stool, sat down next to Li Yifeng, crossed his legs, and began mercilessly ruthlessly rubbing salt into Li Yifeng's bleeding "wound," while also squeezing out a handful of lemons:

"No way, Lao Li, I don't believe you. Just a few days ago, weren't you beaming and spittle flying as you bragged to me that you'd recently discovered the 'divine hand' that holds the key to wealth?"

With the stock price soaring and momentum unstoppable, are you about to treat your brothers to a life of luxury and indulge in glamorous clubs and young models?

They bragged so loudly, the echoes of which hadn't even lingered for two days, how did they suddenly become so disastrous?

"Damn it! Please don't mention it! It's all a story of bitter tears and utter nonsense!"

Li Yifeng was hit where it hurt, and in frustration, he started pulling at his already thinning hair, pounding his chest and stamping his feet, and began to recount his "Waterloo" with deep remorse:

"I thought that when the stock hit its daily limit up, there was a risk at the high price and the bubble was too big, so I very rationally and decisively took profits and secured my gains! At the time, I even thought I was a stock market genius, and my trading was incredibly cool!"

His tone became agitated:

"Who knows! I turned around and saw that it had fallen back from its lows, and my mind started racing. I thought the golden opportunity had arrived."

In a moment of impulsiveness, I thought I'd pull off a textbook "buy low, sell high" trade, a perfect day trade, and blow everyone away! But the result was... well, you know...

I made a fatal mistake; I bought at the very bottom of Mount Everest! Yesterday, the market changed hands faster than flipping through a book as soon as it opened.

It plunged straight down three thousand feet, like the Milky Way falling from the ninth heaven! I was completely stunned! I almost lost my underwear!

After listening to his tearful accusations, Ye Fan showed no sympathy. Instead, he gave him a thumbs up and laughed so hard his shoulders shook.

"Damn! Old Li, take my heartfelt advice. Your true skill set isn't in financial speculation at all!"

Your talent, your genius—that's how you flirt, how you're in love, how you're using those melancholic little eyes to mesmerize naive girls!

He patted Li Yifeng on the shoulder and spoke earnestly:

"Trust me, make good use of your talent for picking up girls. Have a few passionate romances during your four years of college. Wouldn't that be great?"

Stop dreaming of becoming Warren Buffett in the stock market; it's too complicated, you can't handle it. Otherwise, if you haven't even had a proper relationship in your four years of college...

If you just sit here contributing to the green plate like fresh leeks (a metaphor for being exploited), you'll be crying your eyes out on graduation dinner day!

Li Yifeng: "..."

Ye Fan's relentless barrage of blows was a series of blows that pierced their hearts.

"Go away! Stop talking nonsense. You're too full to understand what's going on! I think you're the one in our dorm who secretly maxed out his 'girl-chasing' skills, or even used cheat codes, right?"

He disappears every few days, like a dragon whose head is seen but not its tail, and never comes home at night. Tell me honestly, which department's beauty queen have you "stirred up" this time? Or did you just upgrade to a pretty older woman in the community?

Ye Fan not only didn't deny it, but even patted his chest with a hint of pride: "Then you're absolutely right."

He spoke frankly:

"Old Li, I'm not bragging, but my womanizing skills are a family heirloom, proven time and again by history and practice."

In terms of skill level, I'm at least three eras ahead of you, including the Industrial Revolution. You'd better stop masochizing over candlestick charts and instead learn from my buddies; maybe that can salvage your college romance.

Li Yifeng's lips twitched violently. Looking at Ye Fan's smug "I'm doing this for your own good" look, he felt as if he had been stabbed in the heart again.

He completely gave up resisting, burying his head weakly in the crook of his arms, letting out a wail and a rant from the depths of his soul, filled with envy, jealousy, and hatred:

"Okay, I praised you and you're really getting cocky... Please, have some decency! Leave a way for us 'honest people' who are still struggling to make ends meet and have no emotional life, okay?"

In the dormitory, Xiao Ji put his headphones back on, and the battle reignited.

Li Yifeng continued to lament his life while staring at the green screen.

Ye Fan, meanwhile, leaned leisurely against his bed, looking at the familiar yet noisy scene before him with a slight smile on his lips.

This was his college life: noisy, real, and full of youthful silliness and energy.

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