Rebirth: The Gold Master Cultivation Program

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In the next class break, Fang Cheng went to the commissary without complaint and bought two boxes of milk and two breads for breakfast for himself and He Cheng.

Then for the whole day, Fang Cheng once again devoted himself to studying against the clock.

There is relatively little homework today. Fang Cheng finished all the subjects in the first two nights. He didn't have any tools for drawing comics, so he found a notebook to practice writing.

As I practiced, the meaningless details of the face in my pen turned into two-dimensional portraits of He Yan.

The portrait was created when he was with He Yan in his previous life. He also secretly drew some heartwarming clips of their time together and posted them on Weibo, which received a lot of likes.

But he was too shy at that time, and he didn't have the nerve to tell Mr. He.

"You know how to draw?" When He Yan lowered his voice, his tone was like snow falling in a pine forest in the middle of the night, cold and dark.

Contrasted with the timbre like the North Pole and the Equator, it is the scorching breath.It hit Fang Cheng's ear, causing goosebumps to creep up his back, and the blood all over his body rushed up, his ears turned red, "Yes, yes a little."

"What kind of character is this?"

It's your future self.

Fang Cheng is just a paper tiger. Normally, He Yang doesn't bother to talk to him, so he fantasizes in his mind that after the two of them get together, they must get back the place from their previous life, and make He Yan go xx again, oo and xx again. , let him want to stop.

But at this time, he was approached unexpectedly, and the distance was infinitely close to zero. For a moment, he forgot what to say, shrunk his shoulders and pursed his lower lip, and then he hesitated and said, "I did the doodles myself, but Is it handsome? No, isn’t it cute?”

"Hmm." He Yan took the entire notebook over and looked at the villain on it.

The villain is a Q version, with a big head and a small body, wearing a pair of metal-rimmed glasses with thin chains hanging from the temples, and wearing a suit, cute and elegant.There is an adult next to it, who is dressed in the same dress, but has become a beautiful character in the comics, a little more calm and cold than the Q version.

Fang Cheng discovered the blind spot in this painting—he clearly painted the Mr. He who was so gentle that he could drown someone in his previous life, but the person on the paper had Mr. He's appearance, but he was really full of "He Beike".

He took the book back, looked at it for a moment, turned to a new page, and smiled at He Yan: "Let me draw you."

He Yan was slightly taken aback: "Me?"

"Well, it's a cartoon image." Fang Cheng started to write as he spoke, and with a few strokes, a fat man in a school uniform appeared on the paper. He was proud: "Look at this stinky face, it looks so much like you!"

He Yan: "..."

"It's quite similar." Wang Sijia didn't know when he leaned over and leaned over, "Fang Cheng, I didn't expect you to have such a specialty. Let me tell you earlier. You will be the one to help me with next month's blackboard newspaper."

Fang Cheng nodded, "Sure, but I haven't drawn with chalk before, maybe I can't draw well."

She turned her head to look at the blackboard at the back where nothing but lace was written, and smiled mischievously, "It's okay, it must be better than me anyway."

"Can you draw me? I want to be the head portrait." Wang Sijia grabbed a handful of chocolates and put them on his desk. "I still need a draft? I can do it too."

"You know a lot." Fang Cheng raised his eyebrows. It's not popular to ask for drafts these days. It seems that this little girl is also a fellow. "No appointment, I will draw you an electronic version and send it to you when I get home."

"Hey hey, thanks."

Fang Cheng tore a piece of chocolate and put it in his mouth, the bitter taste spread, this taste is too fucking healthy!

A paper towel was handed over, without thinking about it, he just spit the chocolate on it, and then slowly raised his head to look at the owner of this arm.

With a blank expression on his face, He Cheng wrapped up the chocolate, threw it away, and hit the trash can behind him accurately.

Fang Cheng: "I'm sorry, it's too hard, I can't hold back."

He Yan only glanced at him lightly, then turned back and continued to do his homework.

Instead, Fang Cheng thought of something, "I want to run after school at night, can you accompany me?"

He had already thought about how to persuade him next sentence, but He Yan was extraordinarily straightforward as he expected: "Yes."

Fang Cheng was flattered, and said pleasantly, "That's great, then shall we start tonight?"

"But I have conditions."

He immediately replied: "I promise you any conditions!"

He Yan: "Change seats."

Fang Cheng froze instantly.

change seats?

He Yan doesn't want to be at the same table with him anymore?

Did he make him angry?

how could be?There is no sign of it!

"Is there anything we can discuss? Why do you have to change seats?" Fang Cheng panicked, and his speech speed increased, "What do you think makes you uncomfortable? Tell me, I'll change."

There was a faint smile on the corner of He Yan's mouth, Fang Cheng had been waiting for this little smile since he was reborn, and now it really appeared, but was ignored by his nervous nerves.

He Yan clenched his fist and coughed lightly on his lips, looking deeply into Fang Cheng's bright black eyes.

"scared?"

Fang Fang nodded, his face was very heavy: "Very scared."

He Yan: "Oh."

Fang Cheng became even more anxious: "So? Can I not change it? I don't need you to run with me anymore!"

Mr. He held his chin and looked at him, "You can run..."

The ending was drawn out, and Fang Cheng was terrified when he heard it, "No, no, no, no, forget it."

He Yan finally planned to let him go: "I mean, let's switch seats."

The black question mark on Equation's face: "...the two of us?"

"Ah."

The two of them are currently sitting in the last row by the window, He Yan is by the window, and Fang Cheng is by the aisle, if the two of them switch...

Fang Cheng breathed a sigh of relief, and then gave him a supercilious look, with lingering fear in his tone: "Then you just say that I can't finish sitting in it, and you also say what kind of seat to change, which makes people misunderstand. It's too much!"

He Yan seemed to be in a good mood, and the brows that were always slightly frowned on weekdays were relaxed, and the brows and eyes were gentle, as if the misty mist in the green hills and distant mountains had caressed: "Well, it's my fault."

Fang Cheng was tired of his tone, his face was reddish, but he was still stubborn: "Change it, change it later, and change it later. Then you have to go for a run with me."

"it is good."

Fang Cheng's time is getting tighter.His original plan was to finish his homework at school every day and draw cartoons for three hours when he got home, so that he could at least fall asleep before one o'clock in the morning.

Now that he has another half hour of running time at night, it means that his sleep time needs to be delayed by another half hour.It's not too late to put it on a social animal in the previous life, but it's not too late to put it on a high school student who is growing up, but it makes his daytime life become sluggish.

Since he started drawing comics, Fang Cheng has been late for three days in a week.