7: Chapter 7 Lin Fan's Rebirth, The Strongest Part-Time Worker Online

Han Ming stood in place, watching the angry gazes of Su Wanning and those two girls, and suddenly calmed down.

"No."

What was he rushing for?

Lin Fan being knocked unconscious was a bad thing for others, but for him...

Han Ming narrowed his eyes, his mind racing.

In the original story, how did Lin Fan achieve Rebirth?

Wasn't it just by being knocked unconscious by the original owner, then Awakening his past life memories and obtaining the space Divine Artifact Legacy?

Now Lin Fan had been knocked unconscious; although it wasn't him who did it, the result was the same!

Doesn't that mean...

Lin Fan was about to undergo Rebirth soon?

Han Ming's heart skipped a beat.

Who was Lin Fan after Rebirth?

The Son of Luck! A cheat-code maniac! Breakthroughs as easy as drinking water!

And since he had already bound himself to him, wasn't everything he had also his?

A proper holy body for a worker!

The more Han Ming thought about it, the more excited he became, the corners of his mouth curling up uncontrollably.

"Han Ming, what are you laughing at?" Su Wanning saw the strange smile on Han Ming's face and felt even more furious. "Lin Fan has been beaten like that by you, and you can still laugh?"

Han Ming glanced at her, and his smile didn't fade; instead, it became even more obvious.

"What I'm laughing at, does it have anything to do with you?"

Su Wanning choked on her words.

The two girls behind her were also stunned.

This wasn't right.

Before, whenever Han Ming saw Su Wanning, he was so attentive, wishing he could tear his heart out to show her. What kind of attitude was this now?

"Han Ming, you... you beat Lin Fan like this, and you actually have the face to laugh? Are you even human?"

Su Wanning pointed at Han Ming angrily and scolded.

It wasn't that she cared about Lin Fan that much; she just felt that Lin Fan being bullied by Han Ming was all because of her, so she felt a little guilty.

"First of all," Han Ming held up a finger, "I didn't beat him. Secondly—"

He paused, his gaze sweeping across Su Wanning's face, his tone very flat.

"He's lying in his Infirmary, and I'm laughing my own laugh. How does that bother you? What is your relationship with him? Anyone who didn't know better would think you were his girlfriend!"

A playful smile curled the corners of Han Ming's mouth.

"Or are you saying you really like him?"

This wasn't Han Ming talking nonsense; Su Wanning was originally one of the heroines arranged by the author for Lin Fan.

"What nonsense are you spouting!" Su Wanning's face flushed red, and she immediately became angry from embarrassment. "I just can't stand you bullying classmates!"

"Can't stand it?" Han Ming laughed. "There are many things you can't stand, so why are you picking on me? Lin Fan gets beaten, you come to me; Lin Fan gets hurt, you also come to me. What, do I have a face that says 'scapegoat'?"

Su Wanning was left speechless by his retort.

The ponytail girl couldn't hold it in anymore, jumping out and pointing at Han Ming: "Stop making excuses! You called Lin Fan out this morning, and he was beaten in the afternoon. If it wasn't you, then who could it be?"

Han Ming leaned lazily against the back of his chair, tilting his head to look at her.

"Then let me ask you, what would be my motive for beating him?"

"Motive?" The ponytail girl was stunned for a moment. "You... haven't you always disliked him?"

"Just because I dislike him, I have to beat him?" Han Ming sneered. "Well, I also find you quite unpleasant, so should I beat you up too?"

"You!"

The ponytail girl's face turned red with anger, but she couldn't say anything to refute him.

The short-haired girl tugged at the ponytail girl's sleeve and whispered, "Forget it, don't argue with him..."

Su Wanning took a deep breath, suppressing the anger in her heart, and stared at Han Ming: "Han Ming, I'll just ask you one thing: did you beat Lin Fan?"

Han Ming met her gaze, enunciating each word clearly.

"No."

"Also, I haven't been out all day today. If you don't believe me, ask the classmates in the class."

Han Ming added another explanation, not because he was afraid of Su Wanning misunderstanding, but because he didn't want to be this scapegoat.

After binding himself to Lin Fan, although he wasn't afraid of Lin Fan, he didn't want to make an enemy of him either.

"Hmph, it had better not be you."

Su Wanning looked at the other students in the class, and many of them nodded, indicating that Han Ming had indeed not gone out today.

This made Su Wanning's expression look much better; she coldly snorted and walked towards her seat at the front door.

Han Ming watched her beautiful figure, shook his head without saying a word, and continued to lay his head on the desk to sleep.

Meanwhile, in the Infirmary, it was so quiet that only the ticking of the wall clock remained.

Lin Fan lay on the hospital bed, the wound on the back of his head already bandaged, the white bandage appearing somewhat glaring under the lights.

In his coma, his brows were tightly locked, as if he was having a terrible nightmare.

Suddenly—

His eyelids twitched violently.

"No...!"

A low roar spilled from his throat, and Lin Fan suddenly opened his eyes, sitting up as if he had been electrocuted.

Cold sweat instantly soaked his back.

He gasped for air, his eyes unfocused, with endless fear and anger still lingering deep in his pupils.

"I... this is..."

Lin Fan looked around blankly.

White ceiling, the pungent smell of disinfectant, a simple hospital bed...

This is... the Infirmary?

He lowered his head, looking at his own hands.

Young, clean, hands that had not yet been stained with blood.

"No."

Lin Fan's pupils suddenly constricted.

Wasn't I already dead? How could I be here?

Memories surged in like a tide.

"Lin Fan, did you really think I liked you?"

That once gentle face now held only cold mockery. Jiang Mingyue stood before him, the long sword in her hand still dripping with blood—his blood.

"Ming... Mingyue... why..."

Lin Fan clutched the hole in his chest, looking at the woman before him in disbelief. They had been together for three years; he had gone from a D-Rank Talent piece of trash, struggling with all his might to Cultivate to a Second-Rank Martial Master, just to be worthy of her.

"Why?" Jiang Mingyue laughed, her body shaking with laughter. "Lin Fan, oh Lin Fan, did you really think I could fancy a piece of trash like you? If it weren't for your sister Awakening an A-Grade Talent for ice, and the Jiang Family wanting to recruit her, would I have even spared you a second glance?"

Lin Fan's body was trembling.

Not because of the pain, but because of the cold.

A bone-chilling cold.

"Then... then what about Zhang Yulong?"

He turned his head with difficulty, looking in another direction.

His good brother, Zhang Yulong, whom he had known since Martial Arts University, was currently standing beside Jiang Mingyue, holding a sword that was also plunged into his own chest.

"Zhang Yulong..." Lin Fan's voice was so hoarse it didn't sound like his own. "You... why?"

Zhang Yulong sighed, his eyes carrying a hint of pity, but mostly impatience.

"Lin Fan, don't blame me. That Nine-Rank Purple Heart Lotus can improve talent, and even give one a chance to Awaken an S-Grade. For a piece of trash with D-Rank Talent like you, eating it would just be a waste. Mingyue and I both have B-Grade Talent; if we eat it, we might just be able to push up to A-Grade, or even S-Grade."

He paused, and continued with a laugh:

"Besides, Mingyue has long been my woman; how could she possibly like a piece of trash like you? Only she and I are the most compatible. Rest assured and go! I'll take good care of Mingyue for you."

As Zhang Yulong spoke, he stepped forward and pulled Jiang Mingyue into his embrace.

"Pfft..."

"You... you... damn you, my sister won't let you off..."

Upon hearing this, Lin Fan was so angry that he spat out a mouthful of blood, his aura becoming even more withered.

"Heh heh... if we don't say anything, how would your sister know you died at our hands?"

"Besides, once we both Awaken A-Grade Talent, do you think we will still care about Lin Xiaoyu?"

"And, did you really think our Jiang Family only wanted to recruit your sister? I'm not afraid to tell you now: once she contributes her talent, we'll quickly send her down to join you."

Jiang Mingyue looked at the angry, unwilling Lin Fan, her eyes full of disdain and mockery.

"What? You... you dare to collude with the Destiny Sect?"

Lin Fan's eyes widened upon hearing this, and he said in disbelief.

Transplanting others' Spiritual Roots—only those crazy researchers from the Destiny Sect could do that.

"Hmph, considering you treated me well all these years, I've already let you be an informed ghost. Now, go to hell!"

After Jiang Mingyue finished speaking, she ignored the desperate Lin Fan and pierced his chest with her sword.