Rebirth at the Start: This Fate is Too Explosive!

Chapter 270 Changes in the Ancestral Spirit

"As expected," Ye Fan thought to himself, his face showing little surprise, more like he was verifying a predetermined answer.

He didn't rush to click "sell".

His memories from his past life clearly told him that the momentum of this market trend was still there, and there was a high probability that there would be another limit-up tomorrow! He opened his account, glanced at the astonishing floating profit, and then calmly closed the trading software.

He was looking at the charts not to trade, but simply to confirm that the memories he had gained from his rebirth were still accurate.

If the stock hits its daily limit again tomorrow, it will rise by 34%, potentially yielding a profit of approximately 510 million. (Note: If the stock closed at 10 yuan the previous day, then hits its daily limit down at 9 yuan the next day, and you buy at 9 yuan, and it hits its daily limit up at 11 yuan that day, and then hits its daily limit up again the next day at 12.1 yuan, your cost price is 9 yuan, so the final profit would be 34%.)

Ye Fan felt that making money was too slow, and he suddenly realized that he was being too greedy.

But then I thought about it again. I was able to earn billions because I was reborn and benefited from the World Cup. Being able to make so much money in the stock market is already an unparalleled speed of profit that is hard for ordinary people to achieve.

In the end, we should all be content.

I shook my head to dismiss the thought, turned off my computer, and went to class.

......

The next day, shortly after the market opened, Sanan Optoelectronics, just as Ye Fan had predicted, once again strongly hit the daily limit!

Without the slightest hesitation, Ye Fan's fingers flew across the screen as he placed sell orders for all of his holdings in that stock at the daily limit up price.

The deal was finalized, and a profit of 510 million yuan steadily increased in the account.

He didn't linger and quickly cleared out his positions.

Over the next week, he quickly searched through the fragments of memory in his mind and determined that there were no stocks with a clear opportunity for a surge in the short term.

In that case, we should rest and recuperate, and wait for the next clear signal.

For the next week, Ye Fan's life became a simple and routine three-point line: dormitory, classroom, and bamboo grove courtyard.

I ate at the bamboo grove courtyard for a whole week.

Ye Fan seemed to have switched to "nutritionist" mode, buying back large quantities of high-quality protein, fresh fruits and vegetables, and various nourishing ingredients, stuffing them all into the refrigerator.

"I'll make some black chicken soup today to replenish my qi and blood."

"Steamed cod provides high-quality protein and DHA."

"Eat more green vegetables to make sure you get enough vitamins."

Xian Zuling became the executor of his "nutrition plan," and under his "supervision," Xian Zuling prepared a variety of nutritionally balanced meals every day.

Then, under Ye Fan's unquestionable gaze, she had to try to eat much more food than usual.

Over the course of a week, changes quietly took place.

That evening at dinner, Ye Fan put down his chopsticks and focused his gaze intently on the ancestral spirit across from him.

Under the warm yellow light, he observed carefully.

The hair that was originally dry, straw-like, yellow, and split is now noticeably smoother and more manageable. Although the hair color has not yet fully returned to its original black, the dryness has been greatly reduced, and a healthy sheen can even be seen under the light.

That little face, which had been sallow and bloodless due to long-term malnutrition, seemed to have quietly lost its dullness, revealing a hint of the extremely delicate whiteness that belonged to a young girl.

The shoulders and arms, which were originally too thin and seemed like they would break at any moment, now appear to have softened and become a little fuller. Although they are still thin, they no longer have the sickly fragility they once did.

These changes are extremely subtle, like spring rain nourishing all things, happening silently.

If you don't look closely, or if you're not watching her every day like Ye Fan, you'd hardly notice.

But Ye Fan noticed it.

This tiny change, like brushing away a layer of dust from a pearl, quietly and gradually revealed the delicate and gentle beauty that belonged to the ancestral spirit, which had been obscured by a life of poverty.

Ye Fan's gaze was scrutinizing, yet also carried a hint of barely perceptible sense of accomplishment as he stared at her directly and undisguisedly.

Xian Zuling felt extremely uncomfortable under his gaze. Her already slow and deliberate eating became even more stiff. She shoveled small bites of rice into her bowl, her head almost buried in the bowl.

Finally, unable to bear the burning gaze any longer, she timidly raised her head, her voice barely audible: "Ye Fan, is there...is there some rice on my face?"

Ye Fan snapped out of his reverie, looking at the cautiousness and confusion in her clear eyes, and couldn't help but smile. His smile was gentle and relaxed: "No, it's very clean. Eat quickly, the soup is getting cold."

"No, eat up," Ye Fan said with a smile.

"Oh... okay." Xian Zuling responded softly, then lowered her head again to continue eating.

After finishing his meal, Ye Fan drove Xian Zuling to the girls' dormitory building.

Then he drove back to his dormitory building.

That night, the dormitory atmosphere was unusually "harmonious." Ye Fan, Li Yifeng, and Shi Kai teamed up and fought in the game all night, experiencing the long-lost fun of playing games together in the dormitory.

......

The next day.

Ye Fan slept until after ten o'clock.

He was the only one left in the dormitory. Xiao Ji was still playing games, while Li Yifeng and Shi Kai had probably gone to exercise.

After a quick wash, Ye Fan went out in high spirits and drove his Audi away from the campus.

After leaving the campus, we drove directly onto the highway to the airport.

Arrive at the airport parking lot and park your car.

Ye Fan straightened his collar and walked calmly toward the exit for domestic arrivals.

Before long, a beautiful figure came into view.

Xu Yunshu wore a well-tailored dark blue flight attendant uniform, the skirt perfectly outlining her slender waist and long, straight legs.

She was dragging a small, exquisite carry-on suitcase, and her meticulously made-up face under the brim of her hat showed a slight weariness from the long flight. But when she looked up and her gaze fell on Ye Fan standing there, her eyes, which had been somewhat languid, instantly lit up!

All fatigue vanished, replaced by an irrepressible sense of surprise and sweetness.

She even forgot about her suitcase, loosened the handle, and like a bird returning to its nest, she rushed straight towards Ye Fan, bringing a fragrant breeze with her!

Amidst the slightly surprised and envious gazes of the surrounding passengers, Xu Yunshu threw herself into Ye Fan's arms without hesitation, wrapping her arms tightly around his neck and clinging to him.

Like a spoiled kitten, she nuzzled his neck affectionately with her cheek, her nose lingering on his familiar and pleasant scent, and let out a satisfied sigh.

After a long while, she finally raised her head slightly, pouting her cherry-red lips coated with glossy lip gloss. Her big, watery eyes stared straight at Ye Fan, her voice soft and sweet, filled with longing: "Honey~ I miss you so much! I can't even eat my airplane food!"

Ye Fan chuckled, steadily supporting her and patting her back: "It's only been a few days? Your flight schedule isn't that long, is it?"