SFS Chapter 557 That Suspicious Slurping Sound
Chapter 557 That Suspicious Slurping Sound
As expected, the "prime spot" by the window in the back row, which offers a good view of the entire venue and is convenient for daydreaming or wandering off, remains empty, as if it were reserved for them.
As always, the ancestral spirit sat in its usual spot early on.
He stood upright and quiet, his textbook spread out in front of him already filled with dense, neat and beautiful notes.
Ye Fan strode over, carrying the cool outdoor air and the faint scent of soapberry, and naturally plopped down in the empty seat next to her, the desk and chair making a slight rubbing sound.
University professional early morning classes have always been the pinnacle of the "art of hypnosis".
On the podium, the professor uttered one technical term after another in a calm, even tone, as if reciting some ancient incantation.
The warm classroom, the satisfaction of a full meal, and this monotonous voice formed a perfect "coma" combination.
The scene below the podium, however, was quite different.
Li Yifeng had already skillfully turned sideways and moved closer to Ye Fan.
The two lowered their voices and began to boast and brag, starting with a hot international news topic and going on and on.
The topics jumped around extremely much.
In the blink of an eye, the conversation veered from geopolitics to a "feeding" team battle recap from last night's game, and Shi Kai's perpetually slow reaction time.
With my best friend joking around and teasing me, the long and tedious morning class seemed to speed up and fly by silently.
"Ring ring—"
For hungry college students, the sound of the school bell at noon is like heavenly music, more beautiful than any symphony.
As soon as the bell rang, the classroom was filled with the sounds of desks and chairs being moved and books being packed away.
Ye Fan neatly closed the book, which he had barely turned a few pages of, and exchanged a glance with Shi Kai and Li Yifeng, who had been sitting there for a long time.
At this time.
Hearing the commotion, Su Luming came over from the front row with a grin, while Xian Zuling quietly packed her things and silently followed beside Su Luming.
Thus, a "dining team" led by Ye Fan, protected by Shi Kai and Li Yifeng, and accompanied by Su Luming and Xian Zuling was quickly assembled.
They followed the crowd in a grand procession, heading towards the cafeteria.
The goal is clear—to seize the window of opportunity and soothe the rumbling stomach.
After a satisfying meal, we walked out of the still bustling cafeteria, completely content.
The afternoon sun was just right, bringing warmth.
There were no classes in the afternoon, which was perfect time to do whatever I wanted.
The group naturally parted ways at the intersection between the dormitory area and the teaching area.
Shi Kai and Li Yifeng went back to their dormitory.
Xian Zuling accompanied Su Luming, who planned to go to the library to look up information. The two carried books and walked side by side toward the quiet library, their figures gradually blending into the tree-lined path.
As for Ye Fan, he rubbed his somewhat bloated stomach and felt he needed to move around a bit.
He glanced at the sky, turned around, and walked alone with leisurely and steady steps toward the martial arts club's activity area located in another corner of the campus.
There, another kind of "lesson" awaits him, one that requires sweat and focus to digest.
......
Speaking of which, ever since I joined the martial arts club with the title of "freshman powerhouse" at the beginning of the semester...
Ye Fan had only come once, making him practically the most mysterious "ghost member" on the club's roster. His presence was so faint that the club president almost forgot he even existed.
However, although he participated in club activities only a handful of times, he was not idle at all during this period in terms of self-improvement.
In addition to his morning runs, he also spent a lot of money on Huang Yixin's top-tier one-on-one private coaching courses, enjoying the most scientific and top-notch targeted training.
The allure of money, combined with the nourishment of sweat, his already excellent physical condition, and his clearer training awareness after his rebirth, produced an astonishing chemical reaction.
In just over a month, Ye Fan's already superior physique was further sculpted and refined to near perfection.
Those muscles were no longer just simple bulges, but presented a smooth, cheetah-like line, full yet restrained, brimming with a sense of power ready to explode at any moment.
Any more would make it look bulky, any less would make it look flimsy.
We are currently at a golden balance point, full of youthful energy.
Combined with his fair and firm skin, which was kept relatively unexposed to the scorching sun, and his handsome, sun-kissed face, which had been etched with a touch of depth by his experiences, he was strikingly handsome.
As soon as he takes off his loose coat, his body, which can be described as a work of art, will definitely catch everyone's eye instantly, making countless girls blush.
It even made some seasoned "face-obsessed" and "body-obsessed" senior students secretly swallow their saliva.
When we arrived at the martial arts club's slightly old but spacious training hall, it was empty, with only a few members doing stretching in a corner, making it seem rather deserted.
Ye Fan didn't care. He took off his sports jacket and wore only a close-fitting black tank top, revealing his well-defined arms and shoulders.
He walked straight to a heavy standing sandbag and got into position.
We began practicing a combination of punches.
"Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!"
The dull yet rhythmic striking sounds echoed clearly in the empty venue, carrying the powerful, penetrating texture of leather.
Ye Fan was agile and nimble, and each punch was accompanied by a twist of his waist and hips and a shift of his center of gravity, making his punches fierce.
As the movement continued and the force was exerted, his back muscles, with their clearly defined inverted triangle shape resembling an ancient Greek sculpture, came into view.
With each breath and exertion, his body contracted and expanded violently, and sweat quickly seeped out, turning into glistening beads that slid down his slender neck and the lines of his sexy collarbone.
Some of the liquid seeped into the edges of the vests, while some dripped directly onto the smooth floor.
Under the illumination of the overhead lights, it shimmered with a dazzling light full of male hormones.
Just as Ye Fan was immersed in this exhilarating release of energy and was getting into the swing of things,
Suddenly, a very clear, even slightly tempting, "slurp" sound came to my ears.
The sound seemed particularly abrupt, even a little... eerie, in the quiet boxing gym where only the sounds of punching and breathing could be heard.
Ye Fan paused, somewhat surprised, and stopped punching, turning his head in response to the sound.
Tang Hao, the vice president of the martial arts club, had quietly appeared not far away.
Zheng stared wide-eyed, mouth slightly open, his gaze fixed on Ye Fan's chest muscles, which were soaked with sweat and rose and fell slightly with his breath, as if drawn by a magnet.
And subconsciously, he raised his hand to wipe the corner of his mouth, as if to check if there was any suspicious liquid.
Ye Fan suddenly felt a chill on the back of his neck, his anus tightened involuntarily, and his eyes became extremely strange as he looked Tang Hao up and down. His gaze was full of inquiry, vigilance, and a hint of "you'd better give me a reasonable explanation."