Rebirth at the Start: This Fate is Too Explosive!

Chapter 475 Even when injured, she still exudes such elegance!

They were not a couple, and they didn't even seem like a "perfect match" at all—even though Ye Fan was using a cane and had difficulty moving around, his tall figure and handsome profile were still striking.

Xian Zuling, on the other hand, habitually kept his head down, his long bangs covering his eyebrows and eyes, and wore the most ordinary clothes. He exuded a deliberately restrained, almost timid aura.

The two stood one in front of the other, one dazzling and the other dim, the stark contrast drawing countless eyes from the surrounding area like a magnet.

Whispers spread like tiny ripples among the passersby.

Curiosity, inquiry, and even a touch of undisguised judgment.

"Look over there...this combination is interesting." A senior student nudged her companion with her elbow.

"It's quite eye-catching."

His companion adjusted his glasses and scrutinized him closely: "That guy... wow, he's pretty handsome, but what happened to his legs? He looks kind of familiar..."

A senior student from the finance department immediately chimed in, "I know him! Ye Fan, this year's star freshman! The top scorer! What happened to him? Was he...?"

He made a subtle gesture, his tone full of gossip.

"Who's that girl next to him? His girlfriend?"

Another girl frowned, her voice low but clear enough to be heard by those around her: "No way... with his looks and taste... is he really that unique?"

"No way," someone immediately retorted, with a touch of self-assured certainty: "Such an outstanding junior, with a long line of pretty girls chasing after him, he wouldn't go looking for someone like this, would he? Probably just a classmate helping him out?"

"Sigh, what a pity," sighed the senior who had tried to recruit Ye Fan into the club last time, her gaze lingering on Ye Fan's face. "He was rejected when I invited him to join the club before, and now he's injured his leg..."

The comments from passersby, whether curious or sarcastic, drifted freely in the morning air.

Meanwhile, many girls quietly slowed down, their eyes following Ye Fan's figure, their faces filled with undisguised admiration and infatuation.

"So handsome!!!"

"Even injured, she still has such great presence!" whispers mingled with gossip.

Ye Fan's good looks are like a beam of strong light; even with his injuries, his attractiveness cannot be diminished.

Xian Zuling kept her head down, clutching her books tightly, as if shutting out everything around her and focusing only on the figure in front of her who needed her to follow.

Ye Fan ignored the probing gazes and whispers around him, a playful smile playing on his lips.

He suddenly stopped, leaning on his cane, and turned around with some difficulty to look at the girl behind him who was still looking down, as if trying to shrink into her shadow. His tone carried a deliberate urging and a hint of barely perceptible teasing:

"Hey, what are you dawdling about?"

He tapped the ground lightly with his cane: "You walk even slower than me, a patient! You have several tough classes scheduled today, shouldn't you hurry up and grab a good front-row seat? If you keep dawdling like this, all the prime spots will go to someone else!"

"Oh... okay!" Xian Zuling was like a startled fawn. She responded hastily at first, then seemed to have been put on fast forward, her steps quickening immediately, almost running past him.

Ye Fan watched her suddenly accelerate away, his smile deepening. He called out again, "Hey! Wait! Come back, come back!"

Xian Zuling stopped abruptly as instructed, turning back to look at him with a somewhat bewildered expression. In the morning light, her eyes held pure confusion.

Ye Fan immediately switched to a "weak and powerless" expression and beckoned to her with his finger: "Come here a little. Let me lean on your shoulder for a bit, save some energy. This old crutch is killing me, my arm is about to break."

The reasons given were presented with such confidence and self-assurance, as if they were perfectly natural.

Two red clouds instantly rose on Xian Zuling's cheeks, as if she had applied the most vibrant rouge.

But she didn't hesitate at all, obediently moving back to Ye Fan's side, turning slightly to the side, and offering her thin, frail shoulders to his arms.

When Ye Fan's arm, carrying body heat and considerable weight, firmly pressed down on her shoulder—Xian Zuling's body suddenly tensed, as if being pulled by an invisible string!

A subtle tremor emanated clearly from the point of contact, and a blush spread rapidly from her cheeks to her delicate earlobes, even tinging her slender neck with a faint pink.

She instinctively hugged the book in her arms tighter, as if grasping at her only support.

Ye Fan took in her extremely embarrassed yet forced composure reaction, and a triumphant and radiant smile spread across his lips.

He deliberately adjusted his posture, leaning more of his body weight against her with a clear conscience, and solemnly announced:

"Hmm, much better. Let's go. Wounded people have special privileges, remember that?"

Xian Zuling buried his head almost entirely in his book and mumbled a "hmm".

She walked a few steps in silence, and just when Ye Fan thought she would remain silent forever, she suddenly spoke in a very soft voice, yet with a sense of sudden relief and frankness:

"You're right... I was indeed... overthinking things. Thank you for reminding me."

"???" Ye Fan's smile froze instantly, and he even staggered, almost losing his balance.

He abruptly turned his head and looked in shock at the girl beside him, whose only exposed rosy ear tips and a small section of her pink neck were visible.

What?! Just wild thoughts?

You mean... I just casually put my arm around your shoulder, and your mind was already racing with all sorts of wild ideas?

A powerful surge of emotion, a mixture of astonishment, ecstasy, and an indescribable thrill, swept over Ye Fan's chest like a raging storm.

He used tremendous willpower to prevent himself from bursting out laughing or making an even more exaggerated reaction on the spot.

This girl... is as honest as an uncut crystal!

With just this one sentence, without any warning, he revealed all the chaos and turmoil in his heart.

Ye Fan felt as if his heart had been gently squeezed by a warm little hand, both sore and soft.

He started walking again, using the act of leaning on the ancestral spirit's shoulder to hide the barely contained, dazzlingly silly grin on his lips.

The morning breeze rustled through the treetops, but the turmoil it stirred in his heart lingered for a long time.

The results of our time together have been better than I expected.

hey-hey......

It seems that we are getting closer and closer to that wonderful goal?

......

Pushing open the door to the lecture hall, I was greeted by a sea of ​​heads.

The large classroom, which can accommodate hundreds of people, was almost full at the moment, and the air was filled with the unique pre-class buzzing sound, a mixture of the smell of ink from books and the hushed conversations.

As soon as Ye Fan appeared at the door, leaning on his cane and supported by Xian Zuling with a slightly nervous expression, it was like a stone thrown into a calm lake, instantly creating ripples.

The previously chaotic clamor paused, and countless gazes suddenly focused on it, filled with curiosity, inquiry, surprise, and undisguised discussion.

His contrasting pairing with Xian Zuling, coupled with Ye Fan's conspicuous injuries, unsurprisingly made him the focus of the entire event.