Rebirth at the Start: This Fate is Too Explosive!

The aloof and beautiful female CEO, who had just stepped out of a 20 million yuan supercar, bent down slightly, leaned into the passenger seat, and took something out.

It was a handheld plastic megaphone with red and white plastic stripes and a faded red rope tied to its end.

It's that kind of tacky, cheap "magical tool" that's used by PE teachers during school sports meets to shout "Those in the back, keep up, don't fall behind" and by market vendors to hawk "Last three days clearance sale"—it's so rustic it's worth no more than twenty yuan.

An Qi put one hand on her slender waist and held the plastic horn that clashed with her luxurious outfit in the other. She took a deep breath and then pressed the switch on the side without hesitation.

"Sizzle—!!!"

A sharp, cheap, and noisy electrical whistle rang out first, piercing everyone's eardrums and instantly washing away any remaining pretentiousness of the supercar engine.

Immediately afterwards, An Qi's clear, melodious voice, tinged with obvious anger and mockery, was amplified to almost distorted quality by the twenty-yuan megaphone, resounding with unparalleled clarity and dominance throughout the entire boys' dormitory building, echoing repeatedly in the air:

"Ye Fan from Class 2, Freshman Year, Department of Business Administration!"

"I know you're in the dorm! Don't play dumb and disappear!"

"Ye Fan, be my boyfriend! If you don't say yes today, I'm not leaving—!!"

She paused, her tone becoming even more mocking and menacing:

"Didn't you confidently tell me that you were in a major hospital in Shanghai, that you had a heart condition, and that you couldn't handle any stress?"

"Didn't you say the signal was bad and you couldn't hear me?"

"Sure!"

She raised her voice, "Come on! Come downstairs! I'll personally drive you to the best hospital, get you an appointment with the most expensive specialist, and have your fragile little heart thoroughly checked!"

"Sizzle—thud—!"

The broadcast ended, but the mesmerizing echoes, a mixture of the queen's rage and the cheesy noise of the loudspeaker, seemed to still collide and linger among the dormitory buildings.

Dead silence.

The once bustling and lively boys' dormitory building, resembling a vegetable market, fell into an unprecedented, suffocating silence that lasted for several seconds.

Everyone seemed to be frozen in place, mouths agape, eyes wide, stiffly maintaining their previous postures.

At this moment, Ye Fan's forehead was instantly covered with visible black lines, his mouth twitched uncontrollably, and there were even bulging veins on his forehead.

He felt that the gazes around him were hotter than spotlights and sharper than knives.

Society died...

This is a textbook example of a social media fiasco!

Damn it, An Qi is a crazy woman!

Ye Fan's legs went weak, and he almost fell to the ground in fright.

At that moment, all he wanted was to disappear on the spot, or travel back ten minutes to put his cigarette back in.

......

Li Yifeng's mouth was agape enough to fit his own fist, his eyes were wide like copper bells, he looked downstairs then at Ye Fan, then back downstairs again, his CPU completely fried.

Xiao Ji trembled, slowly turned her head, and looked at Ye Fan with eyes that seemed to be looking at a god descending to earth. She reached out her hand, trembling, and patted Ye Fan's stiff shoulder, her voice trembling with tears and boundless admiration:

"Brother Fan, I originally thought you were just dating some pretty girl from your department or college, maybe a social butterfly at best..."

He took a deep breath:

"And what did you do? You had a stunningly beautiful woman who drives a supercar worth over 20 million yuan use a cheap plastic megaphone to call you downstairs to get a heart checkup outside the boys' dormitory? And you even forced me to be her boyfriend?"

"Brother Fan, I'm speechless. I'm bowing down in admiration. You're not just a Casanova, you're a role model for us all, a god living in legend!"

Faced with the glaring, almost murderous, stares of all the single guys in the dorm and even the whole building, Ye Fan, despite his thick skin, was starting to feel the pressure.

He felt a scalding sensation on his face, as hot as if he could fry an egg on it, and his ears were burning.

"Ahem... Uh, it's a misunderstanding! It's absolutely a huge misunderstanding!"

Ye Fan coughed dryly as he hurriedly turned around and rushed back to his dormitory. His eyes quickly scanned the messy bed, and finally he pulled a black sun protection shirt off the headboard.

He didn't care about anything else, he shook out his clothes and wrapped his entire head, including his nose and mouth, tightly, leaving only his eyes, which were filled with "life is meaningless", barely showing.

He rushed out muttering curses, trying to cover up his guilt with the volume of his voice:

"Damn it! Which lunatic is going crazy here, ruining my reputation! I'm going down there to see which slut dares to tarnish my innocence like this!"

After saying that, under Xiao Ji's ambiguous look that seemed to say, "Brother Fan, stop pretending, we all understand," and Li Yifeng's blatant contempt, Ye Fan was like a wild boar whose tail had been set on fire. He no longer cared about his image, lowered his head, and ran downstairs, wanting to escape this huge social disaster as soon as possible.

As soon as he rushed out of the glass door of the dormitory building, he quickly scanned his surroundings like a thief, making sure that no familiar classmates were taking pictures of him with their phones, before he darted to the silver-gray "Venom".

"Big sister! President of Anhui University! Ancestor of Anhui University! I beg you! Please put that broken megaphone away! If you keep howling like this, tomorrow the disciplinary notice from the school administration office and the expulsion order from the security department will be plastered on my forehead!"

An Qi looked at Ye Fan, who was wrapped up in a sun-protective shirt like a masked robber about to rob a bank, with only his eyes showing anxiety and helplessness.

That comical and pathetic appearance was completely different from the "little fox" she remembered—smooth-talking on the phone and ruthless in the stock market.

Her previously tense and aloof face, which had been strained by the phone call, could no longer hold back. The corners of her mouth involuntarily turned up slightly, forming a faint yet extremely lethal smile that mixed mockery, smugness, and a certain sense of novelty.

She slowly and deliberately hid the tacky plastic megaphone behind her back.

Then she raised her beautiful eyebrows, looked at him leisurely, and asked with a playful expression:

"What's wrong? Is your heart not pounding anymore? Do you no longer need to book an appointment with a specialist in Shanghai? And the signal in the basement is suddenly full strength, so you can hear your sister clearly now?"

She leaned forward slightly, exuding a faint, pleasant, cool fragrance, her tone gentle yet filled with an undeniable threat:

"Squad Leader Ye, stop talking nonsense. Are you coming with me or not? If you don't come..."

She glanced at the quiet campus roads.

"I'm in a good mood today, so I might consider driving this car around your university's most famous Lover's Slope, the square in front of the library, and this tree-lined path leading to the dormitory. I'll floor the gas pedal and give it a good spin."

"Guess what the top story on the school forum will be tomorrow?"