Rebirth at the Start: This Fate is Too Explosive!

Chapter 487 What a thoughtful and considerate girl!

She subconsciously tilted her head slightly, her voice hesitant and uncertain: "You...you just sent me here to find the book?"

There was a hint of surprise in her tone, as if she had been prepared to stay there all day.

Ye Fan was amused by her slightly dazed reaction, and the corners of his mouth curved into a deeper smile: "Yeah! What else?"

He pointed to his cane beside the table, then glanced around at the maze-like bookshelves, and shrugged helplessly.

"Look at my legs, and I'm completely unfamiliar with this place. If I had to search for them one by one by myself, I probably wouldn't have found even half of them by dark. You've been a huge help!"

Xian Zuling then realized that he was really just a "human-shaped book search engine" and "porter".

The slight confusion on her face quickly faded, replaced by her usual calm, and she nodded: "Oh... okay."

She stood up, her movements still light and silent, but she couldn't help but add in a low voice, as if completing a handover procedure: "If you need anything, send a message, and I... I'll come back."

After saying that, she turned around silently, just as she had come, and quickly disappeared into the light and shadow deep inside the library, leaving only a faint scent of shampoo.

Ye Fan watched her slender figure disappear around the corner of the bookshelf, shook his head with a smile, and once again admired the girl's ease of handling things and her efficiency.

Immediately, he composed himself and turned his gaze back to the "mountain of knowledge" on the table, constructed from IBM guidelines, Huawei case studies, organizational behavior, and process reengineering theories. He took a deep breath, as if a warrior facing a battlefield.

He picked up the top book, turned to the page with the folded corner, and immersed himself once again in the management blueprint for building a future business empire.

......

Ye Fan's pen flew across the paper, making a rustling sound.

He didn't create this out of thin air. The management experience he accumulated in his previous career was like a deep-buried mine, which was precisely stimulated by IBM's theoretical framework and his macro-level understanding of Huawei's success, and flowed out continuously.

Combining his deep reflections on the company's business and future landscape in this lifetime, those vague ideas are rapidly solidifying and becoming clear, transforming into lines of logically sound and highly actionable clauses and flowcharts on paper.

He was completely absorbed in building the "foundation of the empire," and the light and shadows flowing outside the window and the soft sound of turning pages around him seemed to be isolated by an invisible barrier.

Time slips away silently from the tip of the pen.

The tranquility of the area was broken by the slightly noisy sound of packing bags and deliberately hushed conversations that came from afar.

Immediately afterwards, the melodious sound of the school bell pierced through the library windows, echoing clearly in my ears.

Ye Fancai looked up blankly, as if he had been pulled back to the surface from the deep sea.

Looking around, the once packed study area is now sparsely populated, with students getting up in twos and threes to leave, their destination clear—the cafeteria.

A strong feeling of hunger belatedly surged up, reminding him that it was lunchtime.

Too lazy to go down and squeeze in...

He took out his phone, instinctively wanting to send a message to Li Yifeng—it seemed only natural to have this "unfilial son" run errands.

But my fingertip paused above the screen.

No way, this guy's definitely going to dawdle. By the time he brings the food, I might be starving and my train of thought will be completely blank...

A thought flashed through his mind, and without hesitation, he opened the ancestral spirit's chat window and typed a few words concisely: "Ancestral spirit, please pack a double-portion roast duck rice and deliver it to the library for me, thank you!"

Less than ten minutes after the message was successfully sent, a slender figure appeared quietly in the secluded corner where Ye Fan was, like a silent breeze.

Xian Zuling held a plastic bag with the cafeteria logo printed on it steadily in her hand.

She moved with utmost care, her eyes scanning the surroundings warily (the library explicitly prohibits bringing food inside). Only after confirming that the corner near the large window, tightly surrounded by layers of bookshelves, was still empty and the librarian's view was blocked by the walls of books, did she quickly place the bag on Ye Fan's desk.

His movements were clean and efficient, with a hint of caution as if he were completing a "secret mission".

"Thank you!" Ye Fan eagerly untied the bag.

The enticing aroma of roast duck, mingled with the steam from the rice, immediately filled the air.

He broke open the disposable chopsticks, just as he was about to dig in, but his gaze fell on Xian Zuling, who was still slightly out of breath and standing by the table.

He paused, then asked, "What about you? Have you eaten?"

Xian Zuling seemed surprised by his question. His eyes flickered, and he nervously tugged at the hem of his clothes. His voice was barely audible, with a touch of naive honesty: "I didn't... see your message, so I went to get food, and then... it was delivered directly."

She didn't even bother to buy one for herself.

Ye Fan felt a warmth in his heart, but also a bit amused and exasperated. He quickly said, "Then hurry up and eat! If you're any later, the popular dishes like stir-fried pork with chili peppers will be sold out in the cafeteria!"

He knew she preferred spicy home-style dishes.

Xian Zuling gently shook her head, her gaze fixed stubbornly on the open disposable lunchbox in front of Ye Fan, and said softly but firmly, "It's alright. I... I'll wait for you to finish eating."

"Why do you have to wait until I finish eating?" Ye Fan asked, his mouth full of a glistening, fragrant roasted duck leg, though he already had a pretty good idea of ​​what was going on.

She paused, then added, as if it were her due responsibility: "I'll take the trash with me when I finish eating."

Xian Zuling didn't continue speaking, but pointed firmly at the lunchbox with her eyes again, the meaning of which was self-evident: she wanted to make sure the table was clean, without leaving a trace or smell, so as not to cause any trouble for Ye Fan or the library.

Looking into her earnest, almost stubborn eyes, Ye Fan's heart softened. He swallowed back all his urging and words, turning them into a soft sigh: "Sigh... alright, alright, I'll eat quickly then."

What a thoughtful and considerate girl...

As he sighed, he actually sped up his eating.

The wind sweeps away the remaining clouds—that's all there is to it.

The rice, roast duck, and side dishes were quickly devoured, and he even drank the complimentary seaweed and egg drop soup in one gulp.

Ye Fan let out a small, satisfied burp and pushed the clean, empty lunchbox to Xian Zuling: "All done! Now you can go eat in peace, right? Go on, go on!"

Xian Zuling carefully inspected the lunchbox, making sure there were no rice grains or oil stains left behind, before quickly gathering the lunchbox and plastic bag together and holding them tightly in her hand.

She nodded quickly to Ye Fan without saying another word, then turned and disappeared like a light shadow, carrying the small plastic bag containing the empty lunchbox, hurrying to her late lunch.