The Reborn Who Spoke Fluent National Essence

In the upscale restaurant, after a few glasses of red wine, Ye Qingwei was already swaying unsteadily.

Jiang Yang seized the moment to wrap an arm around her and brought her back to his hotel.

Inside the hotel, Wu Lei was tidying up the room. Xiao Wan showed no surprise at seeing Jiang Yang return with a girl—this was just the typical Young Master Jiang.

"Brother Jiang... where is this?"

Ye Qingwei was drunk, not unconscious. Seeing the unfamiliar surroundings, she sobered up a bit, but her body remained limp—the alcohol's effects wouldn't fade so quickly.

Besides, even if she were sober, it wouldn't matter.

Her legs were already useless.

"This is my room."

Jiang Yang gently laid Ye Qingwei on his bed, a flicker of guilt in his eyes.

If he could, he'd rather build feelings with Ye Qingwei slowly. But he was a villain. Why did villains always lose in TV dramas?

Because they weren't decisive enough and talked too much—that's why they died miserably.

Jiang Yang wouldn't make that mistake. A ruthless man of few words was the only way to survive in the apocalypse.

Sorry, Ye Qingwei. I'll make it up to you later.

One night was enough to change many things.

The first soft cry of tearing pain began to echo rhythmically in the hotel room.

Meanwhile, Wu Lei was working out in the hotel gym. Better food and conditions had made his body more muscular.

Xiao Wan, on the other hand, was processing recent orders in the hotel.

Whatever they did in the hotel was fine, as long as they followed Jiang Yang's orders: stay inside, don't leave.

Across sprawling Linjiang City, everyone went about their daily routines, utterly unaware of the impending disaster.

On the other side.

In a luxury apartment five kilometers away, Ye Fan was excitedly taking photos of his place.

"Babe, did you see my dorm?"

"Renting this place for a month would cost eight or nine thousand!"

"In a couple of days, you can move in and we'll live together, okay?"

"Are you asleep?"

After his rebirth, Ye Fan was naturally the domineering, decisive protagonist.

But before his rebirth, his simping skills had reached perfection. That was how he'd won Tang Ya over in the first place.

Maybe in his eyes, it was genuine affection. In reality, affection without material foundation was just simping.

At that moment, in a small single apartment, Tang Ya was tossing and turning, unable to sleep.

She stared at the endless messages from Ye Fan on her phone. If only this were Jiang Yang instead.

It was late, and Tang Ya still hadn't removed her makeup, waiting for a message from Jiang Yang. Maybe tonight he'd finally remember her worth.

She had to be in her best state to serve Jiang Yang.

Maybe Ye Fan's messages were too annoying. Tang Ya picked up her phone and glanced at them.

A nine-thousand-a-month apartment? Jiang Yang's hotel room cost tens of thousands a night—and the hotel itself was his family's asset.

What a broke loser. He'd always be like this.

That's what she thought, but Tang Ya didn't dare say it out loud.

Until she secured a better option, Ye Fan still had some use. Besides, she enjoyed being simped for.

"I'm going to sleep. We'll talk about moving in another day."

Back in the apartment, seeing Tang Ya's lukewarm reply, Ye Fan felt a pang of frustration.

They'd been together for so long. He'd spent plenty of time and money on her, even given her his bank card password. But he hadn't even kissed her lips.

Now, Ye Fan remembered the bag she'd bought. She'd blown forty thousand yuan on it. It was time for her to make him a real man!

Ye Fan set a grand goal in his heart and drifted off to sleep with sweet dreams.

The next morning at five o'clock.

Ye Fan shot upright in bed, a cold glint flashing in his eyes. Like a beast that had long lain in ambush, his whole body radiated killing intent.

But that aura faded after just a few minutes.

Ye Fan looked around. The air had no smell of blood. The floor had no traces of it. In the apocalypse, there was no place this nice.

"Where is this?"

He spotted the phone on the bed, and a wave of familiar memories surged back.

About three minutes later, a cry of shock rang out from the thirteenth floor of the luxury apartment.

"Rebirth!"

Ye Fan roared in excitement. Seven years into the apocalypse, and he had actually been reborn!

What did this mean?

He possessed seven years of future memories, knew everything that had happened, could seize every opportunity, and become one of the first batch of strong in the apocalypse!

"Five-oh-seven, still time!"

Ye Fan's gaze was sharp. July 7, 2023, six o'clock sharp.

The world would undergo a massive upheaval. Seventy percent of people would turn into zombies, and a vast number of Earth's plants and animals would mutate.

Countless alien creatures would also descend upon Earth.

That day, the surviving humans named it Judgment Day.

Humanity fell from the top of the food chain, technology was destroyed by the apocalypse, and they were reduced to the bottom of the food chain.

The dead became zombies, and the living wandered like the living dead, worrying every day just to survive!

But some people thrived in the apocalypse, becoming undisputed local emperors. Every day, they had beautiful actresses singing and dancing for them, eating prime steaks and drinking eighty-two-year-old Lafite.

These people were the ones who seized their opportunities, the first to act when the apocalypse began.

Now that he was reborn, he would be the one to take the first bite!

Ye Fan was ambitious, recalling the best resources at the start of the apocalypse. But just then, he suddenly noticed a problem.

"Wasn't I in the dorm when the apocalypse started?"

"Where is this?"

As a reborn man, Ye Fan had two sets of memories from before the apocalypse. Right now, those memories had some discrepancies.

They left him unable to tell what was real for a moment.

The discrepancies even caused Ye Fan to experience some temporal illusions, plunging him into deep self-doubt.

"Could it be... I'm suffering from delusions?"

"No, that's not right!"

Ye Fan felt that both seemed real—the rebirth was real, and what he was experiencing now was also real.

After a moment, he steadied himself. After all, the survival experience brought by rebirth had elevated his mental fortitude to an unprecedented level.

"Could it be... the butterfly effect?"

Ye Fan attributed this incident to the butterfly effect. Since he had been reborn, wasn't it normal for a few things to go wrong after rebirth?

"Whatever, I'll find the opportunity first! After I find it, I'll go kill that bitch Tang Ya!"

Ye Fan ignored the conflict between his two sets of memories. Finding the opportunity was the most important thing. What he needed to do now was head to Linjiang University, where an Inherited Profession would appear—it would be the core of his rise.

He left the room and pressed the elevator button for a long time, only to find it was under maintenance. And he was on the thirteenth floor!

"Fuck!"

Cursing, Ye Fan started down the stairs. But with his current physical condition, even though going down wasn't strenuous, he was still panting by the time he reached the bottom.

Once downstairs, Ye Fan checked his location.

He was actually five kilometers from Linjiang University?

Fuck!

Ye Fan cursed as he took out his phone to call a cab. But when he opened the ride-hailing app, he found he couldn't book one.

"Identity information error?"

"Fuck!"

Ye Fan roared in anger and went to the roadside to scan a yellow bike. But the prompt was the same as the cab app.

"Identity information error. Please bring your ID card to the relevant department and submit the following materials..."

"I'll submit your mother!"

Ye Fan was about to explode with rage! He had finally been reborn, and the heavens were still messing with him?