Rebirth: The Gold Master Cultivation Program

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At the beginning of May, the temperature and humidity in the air were just right, and the sunshine was gentle but not too hot, which made the magnolias in the campus bloom to the extreme.

He Yan has long legs, and his steps are quick and big. Fang Cheng trot all the way and managed to reach the corner of his clothes: "Hey, little shell, wait for me!"

He Cheng paused and walked faster.

Fang Cheng squinted his eyes, sped up all his strength, and stood in front of him: "Are you angry?"

He Yan looked too lazy to pay attention to him, and passed him again, bringing the fresh scent of soap all over his body, and brushed past him.

Fang Cheng stood where he was, rubbed his chin and looked at his back.

Back in class, Fang Cheng raised his eyebrows when he saw He Yang took out the book with a familiar cover—it turned out to be the C language that he had to study in college in his previous life!

Good guy, it turns out that He Yan has dabbled in this field since the first year of high school.

In his previous life, Alder He created the world of "Falling Feather" in college, and founded "Stickman" after graduation.

Fang Cheng always thought that it was because of his major in this field that he studied in university that he would have the later encounters.Now it seems that I have an interest in programming before I choose a computer major.

Fang Cheng touched his trouser pocket, feeling that the burden on his body was a little heavier—how can he learn programming without a computer.

Feeling the gaze beside him, He Yan stared back impatiently, and was about to ask him what he was looking at, but was taken aback by the heavy "love" in that gaze.

- What's wrong with him?

- Forget it, it's better not to mess with him at this time.

He Yan silently turned his head and continued to read.

The next day was the official start of school, Fang Cheng went to the door of He Yan's house to bring him breakfast, and then the two went to school together.

The difference is that as soon as He Cheng arrived in class today, many students greeted him.First, Wang Sijia gave each of them a piece of chocolate: "My dad brought it back from the fighting nation. I heard it can help you lose weight. Little Shell, you're welcome, I still have it after I eat it."

Immediately Xiao Xiaoxing also turned around and smiled: "Brother He, copy homework for the little one?"

He Yan ignored him, Fang Cheng gave his own to the past: "Is mine okay?"

Xiao Xiaoxing handed his homework to the math class representative at the front desk: "If you want to copy, just copy the one with the first grade, and whoever wants the bottom grade."

Fang Cheng: "... I will definitely not count down next time!"

Xiao Xiaoxing: "You said the same thing before the monthly exam last time."

Fang Cheng could not refute.

There is no way, he has almost forgotten all the knowledge in high school. Although he has been trying hard to remember his studies these few months, after all, most of his thoughts are still occupied by He Yan, and his grades in Class [-] are the first among the experimental classes. , it is understandable to be at the bottom of the class.

Just when he wanted to keep talking to Xiao Xiaoxing, He Yan threw his homework over and said indifferently: "After copying, hand it in for me."

"Yessir! Thank you, Big Shell!" Immediately after turning his head, he began to show off: "I copied He Yan's homework hahahaha!"

Three or four people, like little pigs smelling food, swarmed up with papers in their hands: "Hurry up, hurry up! Show me too!"

"Don't copy all the correct answers, it's too obvious!"

"Damn, worthy of the top ten gods in the grade, the steps to solve the problem are written too detailed!"

Fang Cheng was delighted to hear about this situation, and his obsidian-like eyes were filled with a smile: "Your nickname has really spread."

He Yan didn't answer his words, and turned to Wang Sijia, who was watching the fun, and the latter immediately retreated to his seat, while he relieved the pressure, took out the C language and continued to study.

Fang Cheng thought of the courier he just received yesterday, secretly calculating the time.

Throughout the whole day, He Yan was surprised to find that Fang Cheng seemed to have changed his personality.

On weekdays, the little tail who sticks to himself and talks all the time, and goes to the toilet every step of the way, is actually doing homework during all breaks, writing a subject after each class, and even working hard during lunch breaks.

Is it really going to start working hard?

After the evening self-study in the second quarter, He Yan packed up his things and prepared to go home, but Fang Cheng was scribbling hard on the Chinese paper as if he didn't feel it.

He Yan slowly picked up his schoolbag, pushed back his chair, exited the seat by himself, walked to the back door...and walked back.Standing behind Fang Cheng, he squinted his eyes, and his light-colored pupils were squeezed into a slit.

He said indifferently: "Aren't you going home?"

Fang Cheng suddenly raised his head to look at the class, "It's been two nights already?"

He Yuan hummed.

Fang Cheng lowered his head again, showing a little indifference towards him for the first time: "You go back first, I'll leave after I finish writing."

After He Yan left, Fang Cheng stayed for more than ten minutes and finished solving the last math problem without even carrying his schoolbag, so he trotted all the way home in a hurry.

It wasn't until the door of the house that he remembered the weight loss plan he planned to run with He Yan.

Zhao Jinghua's voice came from the bedroom, "Is it Chengcheng?"

Fang Cheng replied as he entered the room: "It's me. Mom, is there any delivery for me today?"

Zhao Jinghua came out of the room in her pajamas, and pointed to the door: "It's next to the shoe changing bench."

Fang Cheng took apart the courier layer by layer until finally, under a thin layer of plastic film, a brand new black digital tablet was revealed.

Zhao Jinghua put the warmed milk on the table, looked at the "small blackboard" in his hand, "What is this? Buying blindly again!"

Fang Cheng picked up the tablet and kissed it hard, "This is the voyage of my dream!"——this is an important tool for him to become a future patron!

Zhao Jinghua picked up the instruction manual in the carton, "Digital board? For drawing? Why didn't I know you still have such a dream?"

From his mother's point of view, Fang Cheng only learned painting for a few years in elementary school, and never saw him say that he was interested in it after that.

In his previous life, Fang Cheng was a self-taught painter in college, and he was good at painting. He successfully passed his professional class and became the original painter of "Stick Figures" after graduation.

Since his rebirth, he has worked hard to make He Cheng healthy and become his future benefactor, and finally found that all his plans need money to support him.

After all, it was for his own pension, and Fang Cheng was embarrassed to take too much money from his parents. After thinking about it, he finally thought that he could make money by serializing comics.

He also serialized comics in his previous life, but at that time the market was saturated and overflowing, and it was too difficult to get out of the circle, so the two or three serialized ones did not cause much splash.

The time in this life is good for the comics market, but Fang Cheng doesn't have time to try and make mistakes - he is the one to be raised by his husband.So after careful consideration, he decided to adapt the "Falling Feather" of his previous life, He Yan, into a comic for serialization.

"Luo Yu" has experienced the test of the market, as long as he adapts it properly, it will definitely become popular.Although this may be regarded as an infringement of He Yan's copyright, it is also for supporting him after all, the worst is to give him all the money.

Fang Cheng gulped down the hot milk, and went back to the room with the tablet in his arms, "I'm resting, don't disturb me!"