Rebirth at the Start: This Fate is Too Explosive!

Chapter 33: A Phone Call with the "Foreign Horse"?

Suddenly, she changed the subject, winking mischievously, "I wonder which girl is going to suffer. Back in the day, your dad was wearing a similarly respectable suit when he tricked me into marrying him."

"???"

Ye Linzhang's hand, holding the teacup, froze in mid-air, caught off guard by his wife's "revealing his secrets".

The tea sloshed around in the cup, almost spilling out.

Ye Fan was also stunned; he hadn't expected his mother to pull this stunt so suddenly.

The father and son looked at each other, and tacitly chose to remain silent.

"Um... Mom," Ye Fan cleared his throat, changing the subject, "Mom, guess how much this set costs?"

Stop beating around the bush and just tell me!

Gu Ruoning rolled her eyes at her son.

Ye Fan chuckled: "Clothes, pants, and shoes, 500 deductions in total, not bad, right?"

Gu Ruoning replied, "You can still bargain, which is good. The clothes you chose are quite nice. You can keep the remaining 500 for breakfast during this time!"

"Hehe! Yes, sir!"

"I'm going to take a shower!"

After saying that, he took the clothes and pants and went back to his room with a grin.

In the Minnan region, May and June are hot and humid every year, and sometimes you have to take a shower several times a day.

Taking a cold shower at this time would be incredibly refreshing.

Ye Fan stood under the showerhead, the cool water washing away the stickiness from his body, making him feel refreshed and as if he had been reborn.

He casually draped a towel over his shoulder, water droplets sliding down his chest muscles and splashing small water droplets on the tiled floor.

He put on a pair of shorts and then tidied up the room.

I sat at my desk, turned on the desk lamp, took out my notebook from the drawer, and wrote down some plans, the pen scratching on the paper.

The most detailed list is of the World Cup – he listed the scores of each team and the odds for each match, among other things.

He wrote all this information based on his memories from his previous life. In the 2014 World Cup, he watched every single match in its entirety and even browsed various information on major websites and sports forums afterward.

He not only browsed the competition information, but also some information about dog reading, and even the gossip in the British newspaper The Sun.

This World Cup happened to start right after the college entrance exams, so they had plenty of time. He and Zhao Mingzhe watched the games every day, which is why his memories of this World Cup are very complete.

He even remembers some popular jokes on the internet at the time, such as "kicked me to the rooftop" and "kicked me to a bathhouse," which are now vividly resurfacing in his mind.

The phone vibrated on the table, making a series of "ding-ding-ding" notification sounds.

Ye Fan swiped open the screen, and the green bubble chat box was a message from Liu Ruyan:

[Little man, are you asleep yet? Yan Ning said your big pot rice is delicious! When are you going to make some for Auntie?]

It also ends with a drooling emoji.

Switching to the QQ chat, Ye Fan saw the four of them chatting animatedly in their group chat, discussing tomorrow's photoshoot. He couldn't help but chuckle, "Wow! That's quite lively!"

Messages kept coming in the group chat.

Tang Yanning:

I need to go to bed early tonight; I need to get up early tomorrow.

Zhao Mingzhe:

Why? I can just go out like any other day!

Tang Yanning:

[You straight man, doesn't it take time to put on makeup? Doesn't it take time to try on clothes?]

Pei Yi'an:

[Laughing while covering mouth.jpg]

Tang Yanning:

[By the way, what do your suits look like that you just bought today? Do you have any photos? Send them to us so we can see! @ZhaoMingzhe @YeFan]

Pei Yi'an immediately chimed in: 【Yeah! Curious.jpg Cute.jpg】

Zhao Mingzhe directly tagged Ye Fan: [@Ye Fan, Lao Ye, stop lurking, come out and say something!]

.........

Fortunately, by this time they had completely bid farewell to the era of unconventional usernames.

I remember a few years ago when they were in junior high school, their QQ nicknames were all incredibly outrageous and tacky. Looking back now, they're really an eyesore.

Ye Fan first replied to the message in the QQ group:

[Exactly! @Zhao Mingzhe, you idiot, why are you acting like a complete straight man?] (Quoting Tang Yanning's message)

"Your dad just took a shower, what are you talking about!"

[@Pei Yi'an @Tang Yanning, you'll see tomorrow, keep it a secret! *doge*]

After sending the group message, he switched back to Green Bubble to reply to Liu Ruyan's message.

In the room at night.

Ye Fan was scrolling through his phone screen out of boredom when something suddenly popped into his head, and he sat up abruptly.

The cold light from the computer screen reflected on his face as he skillfully logged into his external network account, which he hadn't used for several days.

The message bar clearly showed more than a dozen unread messages, all from Sofia.

He opened the chat window, and a series of concerned messages appeared before his eyes:

[Ye, we have a really fun activity going on recently...] (Three days ago)

[Ye, are you preparing for a very important exam lately? I heard that students in China are taking the college entrance exam in June?] (Two days ago)

[Ye, you haven't been online for several days....] (Yesterday)

[Ye, could you call me if you have time? My number is +44 772.....] (This afternoon)

Ye Fan stared at the messages on the screen; it seemed like he hadn't replied to her messages for several days.

After hovering his fingertips over the keyboard for a moment, he simply took out his phone and activated a month's worth of data.

Making a voice call with Sofia will also be a good opportunity to test my spoken English...

He then made a voice call to Sofia via WhatsApp.

It was a London afternoon, and Sofia was curled up on her dorm window scrolling through her phone. Suddenly, an unfamiliar number popped up; the area code showed it was from China.

She frowned slightly, hesitated for a second, and then slid the answer button.

[Hello? May I know who's speaking?] (Standard British pronunciation comes through the receiver)

Ye Fan on the other end of the phone gasped – the voice was even more beautiful than he remembered, with a languid London accent, as elegant and captivating as the strings of a cello.

【Hi Sophia, it's Ye Fan!】 (He subconsciously responded in English)

【OMG! Ye!】 (A surprised exclamation came through the receiver, accompanied by the rustling sound of fabric, as if the other person suddenly sat up straight.) 【I've been waiting for your call for ages! Are you swamped with your studies?】

[Yeah, the college entrance exam is just around the corner...] (Ye Fan's English has a slight Chinese accent, but it's very fluent.) [Sorry I missed your messages on Instagram.]

【Don't be silly!】 (Sofia's laughter was as clear as a wind chime) 【Academic comes first! I totally understand!】

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