Rebirth: The Gold Master Cultivation Program

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After cutting their hair, the four of them went to a nearby shopping mall to find a place to have lunch.

Xiao Xiaoxing clamored to eat a buffet that he had been looking for for a long time, but Chen Yurui insisted on eating Malatang, saying that she was on a diet and Malatang was low in calories.

Fang Cheng naturally agreed with the latter.He Yan’s only income every month is the subsistence allowance issued by the community. Fang Cheng checked, and it is only between 1000 and [-] yuan, which is almost enough for eating in the cafeteria. In addition to the necessities of life, I am afraid he has a little savings in his hand. None.

Thinking about it this way, Fang Cheng wished he could go home and draw manga immediately.

Chen Yurui argued with Xiao Xiaoxing for a long time, and the latter finally followed the others into the spicy hot shop with his head down.

Fang Cheng noticed that Chen Yurui exhaled lightly, and stole a glance in He Yan's direction, but accidentally caught his sight, like a frightened deer, quickly turned his head.

Ah this...

Is it...

Is a rival!

If Fang Cheng had been a cat, his hair would have exploded by this time.But it's a pity that he is a person, and when he recognizes his rival in love, he can only pretend to be innocent and sit with her to eat Mala Tang.

hateful!

He bit off half of the fried egg in one bite, but the chopsticks accidentally touched He Yan's arm.

He Yan pushed him away a little: "It's too close."

Only then did Fang Cheng realize that he didn't know when the chair had been tightly attached to He Yang. He moved the chair away silently, secretly paying attention to Chen Yurui's frequent glances in this direction.

"What are you going to do after dinner?" Xiao Xiaoxing leaned on the back of the chair like a master, and his upturned legs touched Fang Cheng under the table.

Fang Cheng was upset after discovering his rival, so he kicked back unceremoniously, "Go home and do your homework!"

Chen Yurui panicked: "Why don't we go to the video game city, the one next door, I still have a lot of coins in my card!"

Xiao Xiaoxing: "OK!"

Fang Cheng glanced at He Yan, saw that he was not interested, smiled apologetically, "Forget it, we won't go."

Xiao Xiaoxing: "That's even better!"

Chen Yurui glared at him, then poked the vegetables in the bowl with his chopsticks in frustration: "Then I won't go either."

After eating, Fang Cheng said goodbye to the two of them, and on the way home, Fang Cheng suddenly grabbed He's sleeve: "Let's go to my house first."

He Yan: "Oh."

Fang Cheng: "..." Come on, I really have no curiosity.

Fang Cheng led He Yan around the corner, until he reached the door of the house, he turned his head and found someone's expression was a little strange.

"what happened?"

He Yan frowned and stared at him, then said after a while: "Your home is very close to the school."

"Yes, it's quite close." Fang Cheng took out the key from his pocket and opened the door, bent down and found two pairs of slippers from the shoe cabinet, "Come in, you wear mine, I wear my dad's."

Standing up together, I couldn't help but be caught by those shallow pool-like pupils, as if a vortex was rolled up in the shallow pool, and unknown emotions surged wildly in it.

At this time, the sequelae of He Yan's haircut appeared - he could no longer hide his expression with ease.

Fang Cheng straightened his body unconsciously, "What's wrong?"

He Yan's expression was too heavy, and Fang Cheng subconsciously began to be afraid.

"You are not on the way to my house."

Fang Cheng would take the breakfast Zhao Jinghua prepared for him to find He Yan every morning, and then the two of them would go to school together, and the reason for these actions was that his family was on the way.

Fang Cheng swallowed his saliva, and laughed, "It's, it's okay, it's not very far..."

"Why?" He Yan was puzzled, "Why did you do this?"

Why did you deliberately take a detour to bring him breakfast, why did you treat him well in every detail, why did you stick to him as if you had made up your mind as soon as you transferred to another school?

He couldn't understand.

No one in the world is kind to another person for no reason, the director of the orphanage is, and so is the adoptive mother who adopted him.However, even if there is a plan, none of the people who treat him well will end well.

He Cheng wanted to escape.

"I'm useless," he said.

"Nothing long."

"You don't have to."

He turned and left, "I'll send you homework back."

Fang Cheng froze in place.

Those eyes full of disgust and contempt, like a boxer's blow with all his strength, hit his heart, and the circulating blood stopped sending.

His fingertips became cold, trembling unconsciously, and then clenched tightly into fists.

He stared blankly at the person who left, and saw He Yan disappearing at the corner of the stairwell, suddenly he was in a trance, his body wobbled, and he almost fell to the ground, but luckily he held the shoe cabinet at hand in time.

It was fine just now.

Why did it suddenly become like this?

After the initial trance, Fang Cheng immediately began to go through all the things that happened in the memory of his mind.

But apart from going to school together on the way to find him on a detour, and the extended breakfast brought to him is not endless but specially prepared for him, Fang Cheng can't think of other changes.

Why did he turn his face?

self-esteem?

Fang Cheng couldn't understand.

It's like He Yan couldn't understand why a person suddenly appeared in the world and stretched out a hand to him who was trapped in the darkness.

He Yan left Fang Cheng's house quickly, but gradually slowed down after leaving the community.

He clutched his throbbing heart and pressed it awkwardly.It felt strange, nothing like the pain I had experienced before.

Fang Cheng returned to the room, turned on the computer, and logged on to the website where he was serializing comics. There were several unread messages in the upper right corner.

The name of his comics still follows the name "Falling Feather" of He Yanqi in his previous life. Although he has not signed a contract yet, with his hard work of three hours a day for the past two months, he still has some readers who urge him to update.

Fang Cheng opened the message box, and a notification that the signing application was approved came into view, followed by a string of numbers—the editor's QQ number.

Fang Cheng's mood, which had been disturbed by He Yan like a pool of muddy water, finally ushered in a clear stream.

He hurriedly added the editor's qq and discussed the signing of the contract.

The editor's avatar is a very cute little fox, whose name is also Fox, and he speaks straight to the point:

[Fox: You need to guarantee 40 weekly updates to sign the contract, can you? 】

Among all the comic book authors, only a small part of them can complete 40 weekly updates by themselves. Fang Cheng takes care of his studies, and thanks to the accumulated experience in comics in his previous life, he can complete the [-]-frame weekly update. .

If it changes once a week, it means that Fang Cheng has to spend more time on painting.He thought of the broken curtains in He Yan's house that couldn't block the light, the ceiling and walls blackened by the fire, and the kitchen that had completely lost its cooking function...

Fang Cheng gritted his teeth and typed a few words.

[Seeking the unknown: no problem. 】

[Fox: OK. 】

After discussing the follow-up matters with the editor, Fang Cheng turned his head and looked out the window, the sky was already getting dark.

He stretched his waist, stretched his sore body, picked up his wallet and stood up, intending to find He Yang.