Rebirth at the Start: This Fate is Too Explosive!

Chapter 483 Does the Ancestral Spirit Dislike Men?

After finishing her meal, Cheng Yuyan elegantly wiped her mouth, picked up her exquisite little bag, and smiled as she said to everyone:

"Alright, you guys keep chatting, I have to go back and take care of some things. Ye Fan, take good care of your injury, and don't expect me to treat you next time you break your leg!"

After saying that, she left behind a slender figure and a faint scent of perfume, gracefully departing from the cafeteria and heading towards the teachers' apartments.

After seeing Teacher Cheng off, Ye Fan let out a long sigh of relief and stretched.

"Let's go, brothers! There are still two beauties to go, let's head home!"

So, the group of five (including a young guy) strolled leisurely toward the dormitory area.

The girls' dormitory building where Su Luming and Xian Zuling lived happened to be right behind the boys' dormitory of Ye Fan and his group, so it was very convenient.

Along the way, Su Luming was still discussing with Ye Fan a topic that Teacher Cheng had mentioned earlier, her voice clear and pleasant.

The spirit of the ancestor remained quietly by his side.

Li Yifeng and Shi Kai lagged behind by half a step, rubbing their full stomachs and exchanging game tips in hushed tones, as if trying to make up for the time they had "wasted" at the dinner table.

Soon, the familiar boys' dormitory building came into view.

Su Luming stopped and patted Ye Fan on the shoulder in a natural and generous manner: "Alright, wounded soldier, the 'escort' mission is over! Go back and rest up!"

Xian Zuling also slightly raised her head and nodded gently to Ye Fan as a farewell.

Ye Fan smiled and waved to them, "Thanks, ladies! I'll treat you to milk tea another day!"

Su Luming readily agreed, "I've got it!" and then, holding Xian Zuling's hand, turned and walked towards the girls' dormitory building behind.

The two girls walked further and further away in the deepening twilight, eventually disappearing into the warm yellow light at the entrance of the dormitory building.

Ye Fan, leaning on his crutches, slowly made his way into the boys' dormitory, symbolically "protected" by Li Yifeng and Shi Kai on either side.

The bustling day seems to be finally coming to a quiet.

......

Xian Zuling and Su Luming pushed open the dormitory door, and a familiar scent, with a hint of the unique fragrance of a girls' dormitory, wafted towards them.

The hustle and bustle of the day was temporarily shut out.

Su Luming kicked off his shoes and, while tidying up the clutter on his desk, casually turned to Xian Zuling, who was silently changing into slippers, as if suddenly remembering something:

"Ancestral Spirit, to be honest... do you have a bit of a crush on Ye Fan?"

Her tone carried a hint of gossipy teasing, yet also a genuine curiosity.

This question is like a pebble thrown into a calm lake.

Xian Zuling's body tensed instantly, as if he had been electrocuted.

She suddenly looked up, and a rare, clearly discernible hint of panic flashed in her eyes, which were usually lowered and hidden beneath her thick bangs. She shook her head vigorously.

"No! No! How could that be? I...I..."

She stammered, desperate to deny it, her voice trembling slightly with urgency: "I don't like boys..."

The rest of the words were stuck in my throat as if by an invisible hand, and I couldn't say them no matter what.

This was by no means her true feeling.

Deep down, Ye Fan was more than just someone he liked.

He was the warmest and brightest light that pierced through her gray world.

From rescuing her from dire financial straits to repeatedly encouraging her to stand tall and regain her confidence, he gave her far more than just help; he offered a kind of redemption she had never dared to hope for.

However, she clumsily and stubbornly locked this surging, almost overflowing emotion deep inside.

She didn't know how to express herself, and she was even more afraid that expressing herself would become a burden to him and break this hard-won peace and closeness.

In her panic, she chose the most clumsy yet thorough denial—directly declaring that she "doesn't like boys."

However, to Su Luming, the abrupt and unfinished statement, "I don't like boys...", was like a thunderbolt!

Her hands, which were tidying up the books, stopped abruptly. Her eyes widened instantly, and her mind raced with a flurry of gossip.

Don't like boys?

Could it be... could it be that the ancestral spirit... is a lesbian?

Good heavens! No wonder she's usually so quiet, almost never interacts with boys, and always seems to have shut herself off...

So that's where the problem lies!

Xian Zuling had no idea that his hasty remark would cause such a shocking misunderstanding among his friends.

She didn't even know what "lace" or "lesbian" meant.

She felt her face burning, her heart pounding so hard it felt like it was going to burst out of her chest, and all she wanted to do was escape this suffocating interrogation.

She forced a calm "hmm," quickly grabbed the change of clothes she had prepared, and like a startled deer, rushed into the cramped dormitory bathroom, slamming the door shut and instinctively locking it.

She finally breathed a sigh of relief as she leaned against the cold bathroom door.

It had been a long time since she had showered in her dorm room. Before, she had always washed up in the private and spacious bathroom in the bamboo grove courtyard that Ye Fan had lent her.

But today, after having dinner with Teacher Cheng in the crowded and noisy cafeteria and walking back, I felt sticky and uncomfortable all over.

Moreover, at this moment, she desperately needed the water to wash away the panic she had just experienced and to calm her restless heart.

The small, enclosed space, filled with moisture, was one of the few safe corners where she could completely relax and shed all pretense.

She slowly took off the loose, dark-colored clothes that deliberately concealed her figure, revealing her body that had been bound for so long.

She walked up to the mirror covered in condensation, reached out, and slowly wiped away a patch of fog.

The mirror clearly reflected a stunningly beautiful face and a young body in the prime of its life, with a shapely figure and graceful curves.

Her skin was smooth and radiant, her waist slender and supple, and her breasts full and perky...

This is nothing like the unremarkable, even somewhat rustic, ancestral spirit that usually appears.

She gazed silently at herself in the mirror, her eyes filled with complex emotions, a mixture of unfamiliarity and deep longing and helplessness.

She wasn't unattractive; she simply viewed beauty as a heavy burden, a source of trouble that would bring unnecessary problems.

Therefore, she willingly used loose clothes, tight straps, and deliberately added "flaws" to disguise herself as an ordinary, even somewhat ugly, existence.

She knew that if those gossip-loving people at school saw her reflection in the mirror, her name and photo would definitely be on the front page of the campus forum the next day, attracting countless glances and discussions that she would avoid at all costs.

Hot water poured down from the showerhead, the warm water enveloping my body and temporarily soothing my tense nerves.

After a long while, she turned off the water valve and dried herself off.

The brief respite is over, and reality is back.