Rebirth: The Gold Master Cultivation Program

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After all, the two are at the same table, even if He Yan is asleep, he can easily feel the shaking coming from the side.

He opened his eyes and turned his head, seeing someone lying on the table trying to suppress, but still shaking his shoulders.

He looked at it for a while with a straight mouth, and silently moved his desk away.

Fang Cheng: "..."

Of course, he could also feel that the other party seemed to be moving away with some disgust, and he didn't look up, but bit his lips tightly to minimize the crying.

Alder stinky, it's so irritating!Obviously I love you so much that I cry, but you still dare to despise me.

方承握紧拳，再次在内心夸下海口：等你爱上我，我第一件事就把你揍一顿。

But after such a toss, the sadness in his heart was reduced a lot.

Fang Chengping recovered his mood, sat up, rubbed his eyes, and resumed his class.

Although He Yan ignored him, Fang Cheng boasted that he was ten years older than him mentally, so he didn't care about him.

So secretly began to plan again, how to restart the strategy progress bar that had been reset to zero.

However, during this period, Gao Yuan seemed to have communicated with all the liberal arts teachers that he wanted to choose a science major. Recently, many teachers have come to do psychological work for him, so that he will not be overheated and delay his future.

From an adult's point of view, these teachers' worries and persuasion are very grateful to him.

But Fang Cheng is not an ordinary high school student, and He Yan is destined to study theory. If he chooses liberal arts and is separated from He Yan, then what is the point of his rebirth?

What's more, others don't know it, but he himself knows it. No matter whether he studies literature or science, it has nothing to do with his future work.

If everything goes well, he will become Mr. He's wife. He has a president at home, so what kind of work does he have?

If it doesn't go well, his painting skills are enough to allow him to find a game company to become an original artist like in his previous life, and live the life of an ordinary social animal.

So no matter how the teacher persuaded him, he didn't let go.Annoyed, Gao Yuan had no choice but to work hard, and even prepared a [-]-word manuscript, planning to talk to Fang Cheng's parents during the parents' meeting.

He has a very busy life right now.Shuyun No. [-] Middle School was already very heavy, and the teachers' taking turns talking took up a lot of his time, so that he had to stay at school for half an hour every day after two nights to finish his homework.

Although the night running with He Yan was cancelled, after the manga is signed, the updates must be stable and regular, and three hours a day is not enough.

The only good news is that as the number of readers increased, comics were recommended on the homepage, and his account balance finally broke through zero.

Before school ended on Friday, Wang Sijia called Fang Cheng who was about to leave, "Little Chengcheng, are you coming to school tomorrow or the day after tomorrow?"

When Fang Cheng was reminded by her, he remembered that he had to finish drafting the blackboard newspaper this weekend.

He touched his chin and thought for a while, "Tomorrow, hurry up sooner rather than later."

Wang Sijia blinked, "Then at two o'clock tomorrow afternoon?"

"can."

She smiled sweetly and bumped him with her shoulder, "Hey, I love you~ I'll go first."

"Hmm." Fang Cheng scratched his head, a little uneasy - he seriously doubted that Wang Sijia already knew his own attributes, otherwise why would a little girl treat him as a best friend?

He was brainstorming all the details that he might expose, but he didn't notice that He Yan, who was behind him, was packing his schoolbag stiffly for a moment, and then he took out the C language book that had been packed in the schoolbag and put it in the desk bucket.

Fang Cheng didn't sleep until very late drawing cartoons that day, and woke up at noon the next day.

Slowly brushing teeth, washing face, eating...until the peace was broken by Fang Zhiming who broke into the house with a happy face.

"Wife, wife, wife!" As the door was knocked open with a bang, Fang Zhiming's rough and excited voice wanted to shake the whole building.

Zhao Jinghua came out of the bedroom wearing a nightgown, "What are you calling for? Isn't it lunch break? Why are you home?"

Fang Zhiming rushed in without even changing his shoes, and hugged Zhao Jinhua in a circle, "Honey, I'm promoted!"

Now Zhao Jinghua is not calm anymore, "Promoted? I haven't been promoted in Nancheng for so many years, how did I get promoted here?"

"Here the director retired early, the deputy director took over, and someone was promoted to the deputy director's position, one level after another, and finally the captain of our team was also promoted. I am the oldest in the entire grassroots, and I am Become a captain!"

Fang Cheng interjected: "Then you don't have to go out to steal chickens and dogs?"

Fang Zhiming glared at him: "Hey, what are you sneaking around, I'm trying to adjust the conflicts among the people, okay? Don't talk nonsense if you don't understand."

What Zhao Jinghua cares about is actually this, "Then you don't need to go out of the grassroots?"

"You don't need to deal with small things. You can also deal with big things." Fang Zhiming said cheerfully, "There are ten people under my command!"

Zhao Jinghua couldn't hide her joy, and cast a glaring look at him, "You see, this is the right place to move, right? Back then you were desperately unwilling to come here."

Fang Zhiming smiled obsequiously, and helped his daughter-in-law to sit at the dining table, "Yes, yes, I should have listened to my daughter-in-law to move here. But isn't it a coincidence that it's better to come early, and it didn't delay the matter."

Fang Cheng: "? Didn't I ask you to move here?"

Fang Zhi took a look at him and said, "You bastard who studies countdown, don't talk to me."

"..." All right, I am finally unworthy of this family.

But Fang Cheng looked at it for a while, and unconsciously laughed out loud - if he and He Yan were as happy as the two of them in the future, that would be great.

Fang Zhiming's lunch break at noon is not short, but it takes more than half an hour to go back and forth from home to the police station where he works.

So he couldn't wait to announce the good news to his wife. He sat down and ate two mouthfuls of food, and soon went back to work on a small electric donkey.

Fang Cheng also packed his things and prepared to go to school.

The weekend school is deserted and lonely, like an empty city that has no time to flow, quietly waiting for the return of the soul.Only when it is filled with the sound of reading books and bursts of noise, it will re-establish that layer of loving barrier to protect all the young souls inside.

Fang Cheng took out a lonely key from the door frame of the back door of Class [-], wiped the dust off his hands, and the crisp sound of unlocking the lock echoed in the classroom.

Wang Sijia hadn't come yet, and there was no one in the class.

Fang Cheng rinsed a few rags for wiping the blackboard, and erased the colored chalk writing on the back blackboard bit by bit, just enough to wipe it clean, and Wang Sijia was also late.

She flew into the classroom like a bird, "Little Chengcheng, you came so early!" A person full of energy will always enliven the air around him.

Fang Cheng smiled: "You are late."

"Really?" Wang Sijia glanced at the watch and smiled guiltyly, "I was wrong, let's start now."