Rebirth at the Start: This Fate is Too Explosive!

Chapter 80 May you all soar to great heights and ride the winds to the clouds!

"Ye Fan, you're awesome!"

A boy raised his glass across the table and shouted, his face full of pure admiration.

"We have to have one of the top scorers!"

Another classmate squeezed in with a cup in hand.

Even worse!

A usually quiet girl mustered her courage, held up her phone to Ye Fan, her face flushed:

"Ye Fan, shall we take a picture together?... I'll pray to you before every exam in college, hoping you can bless me so I don't fail!"

Ye Fan was both amused and exasperated. He smiled and posed for the photo, while muttering to himself, "Taking a photo is fine, but don't bother with the prayers... Just thinking about it is a bit creepy!"

He had just finished distributing gifts and sat down when people came one after another with wine glasses to toast him!

These fresh-faced high school graduates were full of curiosity and a desire to imitate the "drinking culture" of the adult world, and they all asked him to "have a drink" under the guise of "paying tribute to the top scholar".

Drinking culture is truly "harmful"!

Many people have never even drunk alcohol before, and some only took one sip before their faces scrunched up in a grimace, their facial expressions completely out of control.

As for Lao Zhao—he's an exception.

He moved through the crowd like a slippery fish, raising his wine glass high and speaking in a loud voice:

"Come on! Let's toast the top scholar! Let's toast Old Jiang! Let's toast Teacher Lu... let's toast our youth that will never end!"

As he downed beer after beer, it was as if plain water was quenching his thirst. His dark face showed no sign of discomfort; in fact, the more he drank, the brighter his eyes became, making him the most lively person at the table.

At this time.

Old Jiang walked in, carrying two packs of cigarettes in his hand.

He went out just now specifically to take care of this matter.

Upon entering, seeing several students grimacing and wrinkling their faces as they drank, I frowned slightly and quickly raised my voice:

"Stop! Stop! Take it easy, everyone!"

Old Jiang's powerful voice instantly drowned out the noise:

"We must be happy today! But—"

He glanced around, his gaze carrying his usual authority mixed with a touch of concern:

"No one can drink to the point of causing a scene or making a fool of themselves! This is our last big get-together in high school, and anyone who ruins the atmosphere will be in for a beating!"

"Don't worry, Lao Jiang!"

Zhao Mingzhe was the first to pat his chest and guarantee it.

A sharp-eyed boy shouted:

"Old Jiang, you even went out of your way to get two cartons of Hua Zi cigarettes, the Soft Zhong brand, no less? We love you to death!"

Another boy smiled mischievously:

"Old Jiang, I'm starting to have my doubts. Could this be your last resort, pretending not to care, but then whoever gets punished will get punished?"

"Oh my god, stop it! That's terrifying!"

Listening to the students' teasing chatter, Old Jiang laughed and scolded:

"Get lost! What are you all thinking in those little heads? You think your teacher is so sinister!"

As he spoke, he placed two cartons of Zhonghua cigarettes on the table and explained:

"Ye Fan specifically asked me to bring this to our teachers, Liu and Zhang! He knows they love this!"

He specifically emphasized that it was Ye Fan's intention.

Old Jiang is indeed a good teacher.

Even in his previous life, many years after graduation, Ye Fan maintained contact with Jiang Wenyuan, sending greetings during holidays and occasionally chatting about life and work.

This friendship transcends the simple teacher-student relationship.

Without the immense pressure of the college entrance examination, the air is filled with an unprecedented sense of ease.

Teachers, who usually need to maintain the dignity of teachers, also took off their serious masks at this moment, and their smiles were exceptionally kind.

They chatted about everything under the sun, sharing funny and embarrassing stories from their high school days: who fell asleep and snored in class, who took a nasty fall at the sports meet, and who secretly gave their teacher a nickname that has stuck to this day.

The laughter grew louder and louder.

They also dreamed about which city they would go to in the future, what major they would study, and what kind of person they aspired to become.

It's unclear who started it, but the conversation naturally turned to the recently finalized college entrance exam scores and the upcoming college application process.

Today is October 12rd.

The early admission application process has begun, which is undoubtedly the most pressing issue at this moment.

"I did alright this time, I'm planning to try my luck at X University!"

"My mom insists I apply to the local teachers' college, saying it's more stable for girls!"

"Sigh, my score is a bit embarrassing, hovering on the edge of getting into a 211 university!"

.........

As soon as the topic was brought up, Wang Hongtao, his face as dark as charcoal, said he had something to do and left early.

That's right!

Wang Hongtao is here today too.

The atmosphere froze for a moment.

The group looked at each other, somewhat puzzled.

Zhao Mingzhe leaned closer to Ye Fan, lowering his voice with a hint of schadenfreude:

"Ye Gou, I heard from a rumor that he was really planning to confess to Yi An today, he even had everything ready, but... hey, the aura of your top score and the topic of our scores really got to him, and he just broke down! He's speechless!"

But this is for the best. If he were to confess, Pei Yi'an would definitely reject him, but saying something too direct would only make things more awkward for him...

Ye Fan nodded knowingly.

He knew that Wang Hongtao's score was actually quite good, enough to get into a decent 211 university, which already surpassed the vast majority of his peers.

The root of the problem is that this guy is too pretentious. Before the results were even out, he was already bragging everywhere that he was guaranteed to get into Tsinghua or Peking University.

The huge gap between reality and his boast, especially after learning that even Zhao Mingzhe, whom he usually teased for being "unserious," had scored high enough to get into a 211 university, made him feel ashamed in front of the whole class, which is why he ran away before the deadline.

but.

Ye Fan also believed that the students present would not laugh at him at this moment.

Those who did worse than him have no right to laugh; those who did better understand that life is a long journey, and the college entrance exam is just a stop along the way, not the end.

Who can predict what the future holds?

Wang Hongtao's departure was like a pebble thrown into water, creating ripples that quickly subsided.

Everyone tacitly stopped discussing scores and college applications, and instead steered the conversation back to reminiscing and enjoying drinks.

After several rounds of drinks and five courses of food,

At some point, the noise in the private room gradually subsided, replaced by a slightly tipsy tranquility tinged with a touch of melancholy.

Many people's eyes welled up with tears. The girls snuggled together, whispering sweet nothings, while the boys stopped joking and silently clinked glasses.

The meal is over.

My three years of high school studies have come to a complete end.

Old Jiang, holding a glass of wine, slowly stood up.

He looked around at the group of children he had spent three years with, his gaze sweeping over each familiar and young face.

His eyes were already bloodshot, and his voice trembled almost imperceptibly.

"Classmates, all good things must come to an end. After this meal, our three years of high school will truly come to a close. I feel... very reluctant to part, but I also believe that this farewell is for a better reunion in the future! It's for meeting a better version of each other at a higher level and in a farther place!"

Old Jiang raised his voice, his tone carrying an inspiring force:

"So please don't be sad. Keep this friendship in your hearts, and with the knowledge we've accumulated, the will we've honed, and the friendships we've gained over the past three years, happily head to your dream universities! Go there to continue striving, and go there to write a new chapter in your lives!"

He kept telling himself not to be sad, but before he could finish two sentences, Jiang Wenyuan couldn't help but choke up.

Finally, he raised his glass high and, with all his might, uttered his last words:

"You are experiencing an era of unprecedented change. The road ahead is long and arduous, but may you all soar to great heights and ride the winds to the clouds!"

The words were spoken.

He raised his glass and drank it all in one gulp.

"Cheers——!"

"Respect Jiang Zemin! Respect for youth! Respect for the future—!"

Everyone then drank a glass as well.

Many girls were already reluctant to part and hugged each other.

Seeing all this, even Ye Fan's eyes stung with tears.

That's probably the charm of graduation season!