Rebirth: The Gold Master Cultivation Program

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The ups and downs of the whole day did not pry open another gap in He Beike's tightly locked heart after the sports meeting.

Fang Chengben thought that after expressing his heart and sensual words, even if He Yan didn't regard him as a boyfriend, he would treat him as an ambiguous object with pink bubbles in puberty.

But he was wrong.

He Yan was probably willing to treat him as a friend before, so he let him follow, and communicated with him that he didn't have with anyone else.

And as soon as school started on Monday, Fang Cheng had a GG.

He stayed up until the early hours of the morning to catch up with the double shift on the shelves yesterday, but he didn't get up again in the morning, and rushed into the classroom by stepping on the class bell.

He sat down on the seat with lingering fear, and handed the breakfast that Zhao Jinghua stuffed into his arms in a hurry, but the latter didn't respond for a while.

Fang Cheng looked over suspiciously, but his heart suddenly fell to the center of the earth as if weightless.

He Yan looked indifferent, looked at him as if he had transferred to another school for the first day, his lips squirmed slightly, and the few words he uttered seemed to weigh a thousand catties, and the heart that had not yet returned to its place was forced to ruthlessly hit the ground deeper.

"No need," he said.

For the first time, Fang Cheng was annoyed that he understood He Yang's expression too well. He could see that he was serious, and he couldn't even say a joke that was pretending to be silly.

Fang Cheng's throat moved slightly, and his voice trembled slightly: "What's wrong? Are you tired of eating buns? How about I ask my mother to make omelets tomorrow?"

In June, the cicadas outside the window just started to sing restlessly, but He Yan's yellow-green icy eyes revealed the bleakness of autumn, which made him feel cold all over.

He Yan pursed his lower lip, and a dark emotion flashed in his eyes, seeming confused or determined.

No one knew what he was thinking in his heart, everyone only knew that after that day, he returned to his lonely appearance again.It seems that the sign of integrating into the group in the past two months is just an illusion shared by the four groups.

Fang Cheng also had no choice, the methods he used before were completely useless—being a follower, ignoring him, chasing him to his house and shutting him out, even when the teacher in class asked him to exchange test papers and grades at the same table, He Yan pretended not to hear Come by yourself.

Fang Cheng was really about to be overwhelmed by He Yang's erratic attitude, obviously last Saturday he cooked him a dinner, how could He's attitude change so much after just one day?

Chen Yurui didn't dare to turn around to talk to him anymore, and Xiao Xiaoxing would intentionally or unintentionally avoid He Cheng when talking to Fang Cheng.

Everything seems to have returned to the early spring when the snow was still falling this year.

Apart from Fang Cheng, Wang Sijia should be the one suffering the most.

Fang Cheng changed seats with He Yan once before, originally there was only one aisle away from her, and he could just tilt his head if he wanted to talk, but now he had to pass a black-faced Hades.

Wang Sijia expressed trembling.

But this month's board newspaper competition is about to start again, she needs to discuss with Fang Cheng the plan of the board newspaper, and the drawing will be finished by the weekend.

So at the very end of the classroom, Fang Cheng and Wang Sijia retreated their chairs, their buttocks did not move, their heads were put together, and they whispered in the shadow behind He Yan.

Fang Cheng: "Does the school have prescribed topics?"

Wang Sijia: "Mental health. But don't worry about it, we can draw whatever we want, and the words can rely on mental health."

In the past, Wang Sijia, the publicity committee member, was always in charge of the "Wordboard Newspaper", and the other students only helped a little. Therefore, everyone adhered to the mentality of "I have no contribution and I have no right to dislike it". It has always been Wang Sijia who draws what they see , rarely commented.

With Fang Cheng's help this time, Wang Sijia wanted to give full play to his strengths and make the back blackboard "gorgeous".

Wang Sijia: "Draw two comic-style boys and girls in the middle? The handsome guy and the beautiful girl!"

Fang Cheng: "It's not suitable."

Wang Sijia: "It's suitable! The characters in "Falling Feathers" are all super beautiful, as long as you can draw one-fifth of their beauty, it will help me to express my anger in front of all the propaganda committee members!"

When Fang Cheng drew her avatar before, she mentioned her comics. In order to support her classmate's comic business, she went to the serial page of "Falling Feather" every day to urge updates. When there were few readers in the early stage, Fang Cheng raised a lot. less face.

This love must of course be repaid.

Wang Sijia said angrily: "You don't know, every time the blackboard checks the 13th class's eyes, they have to laugh at me, but there is no student in our class who can draw, so I can bear it. This time with you, I have to Slap her in the face!"

Fang Cheng: "They are the first in class?"

Wang Sijia shook his head, "That's not true, we are probably the second from last, and they are fourth and fifth from last."

"..." There is nothing to argue about the two countdowns.

Wang Sijia danced and gestured, "The blackboard in their class is so big, there are only three lines of characters at a time, and no matter what the theme is, Yu Buyan just draws gaudy, and even uses gouache! Although counting down, but every time we see After coming down, everyone will think that their class is the best...Fang Cheng, I believe in your strength, we beat her in her field, give me a sigh of relief!"

Good one to beat her in her field.

Fang Cheng was convinced, "Okay, one man and one woman plus some iconic buildings of the school—"

He Yan in front suddenly jumped up, and the chair made a piercing sound of "squeaky" on the ground, which instantly attracted everyone's attention, and Fang Cheng's unfinished words returned to his stomach in fright. There was only one thing in his mind. Thoughts: It's over!

"—He, He Yang, what's wrong?" Fang Cheng raised his head, expecting to see a bored face, but he was caught off guard when he noticed that He Yang's eyes were blood red, and he was startled, "Not feeling well?"

He Yan's lips seemed to have lost color, his eye circles were red, and a large amount of cold sweat was breaking out on his forehead. He covered his mouth, and quickly rushed out from the back door, heading straight for the bathroom next to the building.

Fang Cheng hurriedly tried to keep up, but was stumbled by something, and fell forward. Fortunately, a second before he fell, he was supported by Xie Shiyuan who was passing by: "Are you all right?"

"It's okay, thank you." Fang Cheng lowered his head to look at the thing that was tying him, his throat tightened for an instant, and his voice became hoarse: "Wang Sijia, your shoelaces are untied."

Wang Sijia regretfully took back the two slender shoelaces that were winding on the ground, and said in a distressed voice, "Why did it turn on again, it's so annoying."

Xie Shiyuan let go of Fang Cheng's arm, then squatted down to look at Wang Sijia's shoes: "Your shoes are quite expensive."

Wang Sijia tied the shoelaces with a bow impatiently, "If it wasn't expensive, I wouldn't wear them long ago, the broken shoelaces keep opening."

Fang Cheng turned his head and ran to the bathroom...

The shoes of most of the students in the school are tied with shoelaces, and the school uniform pants are wide and big, and usually cover most of the knots on the upper of the shoes. In addition, He Yan knows his faults and will deliberately ignore them on weekdays The situation under his feet, so he has never been recruited in school.