Rebirth at the Start: This Fate is Too Explosive!

Ye Fan had just finished smoking half of his cigarette and was squinting as he leisurely exhaled a slightly off-standard smoke ring towards the window.

Just then—

"Buzz—Boom!!!"

A violent, deep, and powerful engine roar, seemingly coming from the depths of hell, tore through the campus without warning!

The sound wasn't that of an ordinary sports car; it was a specially tuned roar, like the awakening of an ancient beast, carrying immense penetrating power and a sense of oppression, sweeping in from afar in an instant.

The windows of the entire boys' dormitory building were shaken by the violent sound waves, emitting a slight, teeth-grinding "buzzing" resonance.

"Holy crap! A supercar! And a top-of-the-line one at that!"

Xiao Ji, who was originally engrossed in the game world and oblivious to the outside world, seemed to have been hit in the central nervous system by the sound, and his whole body jolted awake.

He ripped off his gaming headset and threw it onto the keyboard like trash, not caring about his teammates' lives or deaths in the game. He kicked off with both feet, and the chair slid backward with a "creak".

He nimbly stepped over the trash can by the door, moving so fast that he left only a blur, shouting "Make way! Make way!" as he dashed out of the dormitory like a gust of wind, heading straight for the corridor.

Just moments ago, Li Yifeng was slumped in his chair, seemingly devoid of life and soul by the stock market, but now, as if injected with a stimulant, he suddenly "sat up in shock from his deathbed"!

His eyes widened, his dejected expression vanished, replaced by extreme excitement and curiosity. He frantically pulled on his slippers while rushing outside, shouting:

"A supercar? Where is it? What model? Quick, Little Ji, wait for me! Let's show the bros!"

Ye Fan's fingers holding the cigarette paused slightly, and his eyelids twitched twice for no apparent reason.

A strangely familiar yet extremely ominous premonition, like a cold snake, crept up his tailbone.

The engine noise... that arrogant entrance... and the timing...

I have a feeling that something is seriously wrong.

Filled with this inexplicable unease and intense curiosity, he stubbed out the half-smoked cigarette, tossed it into the ashtray by the door, and then slowly and cautiously walked out of the dormitory.

The dormitory corridor was already bustling with noise and chaos!

It was as if a ladle of cold water had been poured into a scalding hot oil pan.

Startled by the engine noise, countless boys poured out of their dorm rooms.

Some of them were only wearing shorts and flip-flops, some had their lean or fat upper bodies bare, and some had bathwater dripping from their hair.

At that moment, they all seemed like soldiers who had heard a bugle call to assemble, craning their necks and straining to look down from the rusty balcony railing.

A chorus of exclamations and whistles erupted from their mouths, a scene comparable to a large-scale celebrity fan meeting.

Ye Fan struggled to squeeze through a gap at the back of the excited crowd and peered down.

On the already narrow, tree-lined campus road below the dormitory building, a supercar gleaming with a cold metallic sheen was lying quietly.

It was a silver-gray Lamborghini, but its design went beyond the scope of ordinary supercars.

The low, exaggerated body is covered with sharp angles and cut lines, and large areas of exposed carbon fiber components gleam with a dark luster under the streetlights.

The overall design is full of futuristic and aerodynamic considerations, like a stealth fighter jet that has accidentally entered the campus, creating an absurd and strong visual impact with the surrounding simple teaching buildings and bicycle sheds.

Lamborghini Veneno, nicknamed "Poison".

Based on the Aventador, but even more extreme, rare and expensive, it is a true dream car at the pinnacle of the supercar pyramid. Its price in China easily exceeds 25 million, and it is often available but not in demand.

The boys in the hallway had long since gone wild; their chatter, exclamations, and whistles nearly lifted the roof off.

"My goodness! This car is so cool! The lines, the build quality, it's like something out of a sci-fi movie!"

"How much does this cost? When did our school discover such a super-rich second-generation heir? And so high-profile?"

"How much? You couldn't even buy a tire with your money! That's 'poison'! Veneno! The ultimate limited edition Lamborghini! Starting at twenty-five million! And you need connections to even get one! It's a mobile mansion, a money-burning work of art!"

"Holy crap? Twenty-five million? Even if I sold my house and all my ancestors for eighteen generations, I still wouldn't have a fraction of that..."

"Who is this celestial being descended to earth? Quick, take a picture! Hurry! Post it on WeChat Moments!"

Hearing the gasps and exaggerated exclamations from his classmates, Ye Fan remained calm.

For him now, a car worth over 20 million is really just a slightly more expensive and flashy "big toy".

He merely frowned slightly, somewhat puzzled.

In Nanjing, which busybody is so conspicuous as to drive this kind of car to the Nanjing University men's dormitory and cause a disturbance?

That's a pretty unique way to put on airs.

However, just as Ye Fan squinted, trying to see the driver through the windshield—

Below, the iconic scissor doors of the silver-gray "Venom" rose slowly and ceremoniously upwards with a deep, sophisticated hydraulic or pneumatic sound, like a giant beast spreading its wings.

In an instant, the entire dormitory building seemed to be muted.

The first thing that catches the eye is an ankle wearing black patent leather stilettos and encased in sheer black stockings.

The ankle had exquisite and beautiful lines, followed by a straight, long, and incredibly proportioned leg that gracefully and powerfully stepped out of the low-ceilinged carriage.

The next second, a tall and slender figure calmly emerged from the driver's seat.

She seemed to have just left a formal occasion, still wearing a well-tailored black fitted suit dress that accentuated her perfect waist and hip curves.

Her long hair cascaded down her shoulders, her skin was so white it seemed to glow with a cold light, her features were exquisite and stunning, her temperament was noble and aloof, her beauty was so striking that it was almost aggressive, yet she was impossible to look away from.

"Holy crap...she's gorgeous!"

"Those legs! That figure! That face! Mom, I'm in love!"

"I'd trade all of my dorm buddies' luck in finding love for the next ten years for her to look back at me once!"

"Get out! If you're going to sacrifice someone, then sacrifice yourself!"

The "hungry wolves" upstairs instantly went wild, the air thick with hormones, and all sorts of howls and outlandish fantasies began to emerge.

However, before these single people could finish weaving their own melodramatic scenarios of "a wealthy family's older sister and younger brother romance" or "a rich woman falling in love with me," what happened next left everyone speechless, shattering their fantasies.