Rebirth at the Start: This Fate is Too Explosive!

Chapter 558 From Chengdu? Doesn't exist.

"Hehe! That... misunderstanding! A huge misunderstanding!"

Seeing Ye Fan's suspicious and clearly wary look, Tang Hao blushed.

He snapped out of his "pervert" state instantly, shaking his head frantically like a rattle drum, his hands moving in afterimages, and speaking at a speed like a Gatling gun:

"I was just taken aback by your incredible skill! It was purely out of amazement and admiration for the aesthetics of the human body! It was an artistic eye! Don't get the wrong idea!"

He patted his chest and assured him, "My orientation is as straight as steel, definitely not from the 'Chengdu' direction! I'm just so envious!"

He pointed at Ye Fan, his tone filled with heartache at the "waste of talent":

"If I had your figure, your face, your charisma... why would I be single for four years of college? I'd be living the blissful life of being served milk tea by female students! Unlike now, I'm stuck hanging out with punching bags and these rough old men!"

Seeing Tang Hao's comical attempt to prove his innocence, which was even somewhat incoherent, Ye Fan raised an eyebrow, his wariness lessening slightly, but a wicked smile curled at the corner of his mouth.

As he slowly and methodically flexed his wrists and neck, making soft "click" sounds, he took two steps toward Tang Hao and extended an invitation that was so "sincere" it sent chills down one's spine:

"Alright, enough with the nonsense. If you're so envious, just looking isn't enough; you can't grasp the essence. Come on—"

He pointed to the standard boxing ring next to him: "Come up in the ring, let's spar a bit. I'll be your sparring partner, so you can get a feel for it up close, and I can also help you burn off that extra fat and lose some weight."

Tang Hao: "..."

Upon hearing the words "go up to the ring," especially when Ye Fan said them in that tone, Tang Hao's envious expression instantly turned green!

The whole person felt like they had been struck by a high-voltage electric shock, or like a cat whose tail had been stepped on.

With a yell, he took off running towards the main entrance of the venue.

Its speed is comparable to a 100-meter sprint!

While sprinting away, he didn't forget to turn around and throw down a boastful but ultimately cowardly remark, the sound echoing in the empty stadium:

"No! Absolutely not! I'd rather die than fight a pervert like you! I'm not a masochist!"

He was panting:

"You...you wait! Our club president will be back from the provincial competition in a few days, and she'll deal with you! She'll give this monster a good beating! I'm leaving now!"

Before the words were even finished, the person had already disappeared outside the door, leaving only a series of hurried footsteps fading into the distance.

Watching Tang Hao's retreating figure disappear as if he were being chased by a prehistoric beast, Ye Fan couldn't help but shake his head and laugh, cursing, "Coward."

As the vice president of the martial arts club, Tang Hao actually has some real skills. His routines are solid, and his strength is also quite good. He is considered a well-known and capable fighter in various combat competitions at school.

It can be done on the day of club recruitment at the start of the school year.

Ye Fan's explosive fighting style on the stage was chaotic yet lightning-fast, incredibly powerful, and almost inhuman.

And that seemingly tireless, savage physique that could withstand several blows without even flinching.

This left a deep and lasting psychological scar on the proud and arrogant vice president.

This has made him itchy to spar with Ye Fan now, like a mouse seeing a cat.

Looking away, Ye Fan chuckled and shook his head, putting this little incident behind him.

He turned around and faced the silent sandbag again, his gaze becoming focused once more.

After taking a deep breath, his iron fists, even more ferocious than before and accompanied by the sound of wind breaking, once again rained down heavily on the sandbag.

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

The solitary yet powerful sound of striking once again became the main melody in the stadium.

......

In the empty, desolate boxing gym, where only the echoes of punches resonate, they freely pour out their sweat and energy.

This exhilarating feeling, as if every pore was breathing and every muscle was shouting, truly gave Ye Fan, whose mind had been filled with various calculations and schemes recently, a sense of primal, pure comfort.

This is not just physical exercise, but also a mental relaxation and rebirth.

As he wiped the sweat rolling down his jawline with a towel, he looked at his lean, steaming figure in the mirror and pondered to himself.

I need to think of a way to coax and trick Lao Li and Shi Kai, those two guys who spend all their time playing games, whose bodies are drained by instant noodles and staying up all night, and who are as weak as bean sprouts, over here.

Let them experience firsthand what a real "man's iron fist" is, what vitality nurtured by sweat is, and prevent them from living like "gaming old men" at such a young age.

After nearly twenty minutes of frantic and focused venting on the sandbag that faithfully bore the blows, he finally finished.

Ye Fan then felt completely refreshed, every joint was loosened up, and he reluctantly stopped his attack.

He did a quick set of stretches, then jogged along, feeling light and warm after exercising, through the autumn campus, and back to the quiet bamboo grove courtyard.

In the simply decorated but fully equipped bathroom in the courtyard, I took a refreshing hot shower with just the right amount of water.

The warm water washed over the tense muscles, carrying away the sticky sweat and deep fatigue, leaving only a slight soreness and immense relaxation after exercise.

Changing into a soft, clean-cut casual outfit makes you feel completely refreshed.

Use a hairdryer to blow-dry slightly damp black hair to make it fluffy and layered, casually creating a stylish look.

Before leaving, he didn't even look at the clothes, and casually tossed his sweat-soaked sports vest and shorts into the wicker laundry basket in the corner.

He didn't need to worry about these trivial matters at all, because in the evening, the quiet and diligent "snail girl" of the ancestral spirit would naturally appear on time, sort them, wash them clean, and dry them in the sun.

Picking up the sleek sports car key from the table, Ye Fan pushed open the door and stepped back into the crisp autumn air.

With nothing much to do in the afternoon, this rare free time reminded him of his cousin Gu Lan, whom he hadn't seen for a while.

He planned to visit her place first to see how things were going.

The car drove out of the campus and merged into the traffic.

As Ye Fan lightly tapped the steering wheel, his thoughts drifted along with it.

He figured it was time to buy a decent detached villa in Nanjing.

After purchasing it, you can decorate and furnish it in advance, so that you won't have trouble finding a sufficiently private and comfortable place when you want to use it later or have certain "special needs".