Rebirth: The Gold Master Cultivation Program

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Wang Sijia stepped forward and snatched his chalk, with a serious face: "Do you want to chase him?"

"Yes."

"Has he ignored you for a long time?"

"Yes."

"Did he talk to you for the first time today?"

"Yes."

"Do you know why?"

"……do not know."

Wang Sijia resisted the urge to give him a hammer: "Stupid! He's jealous!"

"?" Fang Chengzhen was shocked, "He Yan? Will you be jealous? Are you stupid or am I stupid?"

Wang Sijia was even more excited: "Didn't you see that when he first appeared at the door, his face was dark, as if the officers and soldiers of the underworld had just taken his wife's soul, and he was about to rush up to fight with someone."

"..."

"Otherwise, why do you think I stutter even when I speak, and he really knows how to pretend," she said while learning, frantically switching between distorted facial features and falling asleep: "One second blackened Hades, the next second you As soon as he turned his head, his expression faded into a bird, as if a god descended from the earth to look down on the world."

Joy gradually emerged from Fang Cheng's face, and he couldn't believe it: "Really?"

"Of course! If he can fly knives, I'll be riddled with wounds." Wang Sijia patted him on the shoulder, "Little brother, all hardships are rewarding, so don't worry about chasing him boldly!"

Fang Cheng was eager to try, and excitedly trot on the spot: "Then I'm going?"

Wang Sijia immediately stopped laughing, gave him a vicious look, and put the chalk back into his hand: "First finish drawing the other person, and then I will let you go."

"it is good!"

Fang Cheng immediately wrote the pen with spirit, and the outline and shadow were completed in one go, and the task was completed in more than 20 minutes.

Wang Sijia looked at his disappointing appearance, and waved his hand towards the door: "Get out, get out, I'll take care of the back."

"grateful!"

The science and technology building was some distance away from the classroom. Fang Cheng trotted all the way downstairs, only to find that the gate had been locked several times by a long chain.

It was locked?

But it’s only normal to lock it. There are most valuable things in the science and technology building. Of course, it must be locked on the big weekend.

How did he get in there?

Fang Cheng was so anxious that he jumped and ran around the whole building twice. When he found a small side door and got in, it was almost an hour since He Yan left the classroom.

Fang Chengsheng was afraid that He Yan would leave early after finishing his work, so he was in a hurry until he saw the lights on in the computer classroom where he usually had classes, and his tense heartstrings suddenly relaxed.

He stepped lightly, poked his head in first, and wanted to observe, but He Yan was sitting at the first table by the door, and he saw him at a glance, panic flashed in his eyes, and he clicked the mouse a few times pretending to be calm .

Fang Cheng naturally noticed his abnormality, squinted his eyes, leaned in front of the computer, "What bad things are you doing?"

As a result, the computer screen is just a dark code interface.

He Yan raised his eyelids and glanced at him, then slowly typed a line of code on the screen with his fingers.

Fang Cheng studied theory in his previous life, and C language was an elective course in college. After graduation, he worked in a game company. He could understand some codes. He followed them down at a glance, and was a little surprised: "You want to write a calculator?"

He Yan didn't say anything, it was a tacit agreement.

He didn't have much chance to use a computer. Originally, he had one at home and put it in the living room, but it was destroyed by the fire.

Since then, the only chance that He Cheng has access to computers is in computer classes at school.There is one class every two weeks, and it is still a "doing nothing" class that only the first grade can take.

Thanks to him being able to still be interested in programming under such conditions.

He Yan typed the code line by line, occasionally opened the browser to check the information, and occasionally opened the thick C language book to read, the progress was slow, but it was smooth.

Fang Cheng sat on the seat next to him, resting his chin. At first, he could follow his train of thought to understand the meaning of each line of code. Within 5 minutes, his eyes began to wander over He Yan's facial features, and he hadn't noticed it before. god.

"He Yan..." It was like talking in sleep, light and slow.

He Yan's hand paused, and he pinched his fingertips calmly.

Fang Cheng moved closer.

He Yan could even feel his breath.

There were only the two of them in the entire classroom, or even the entire building.

He Yan's Adam's apple rolled, feeling the scorching hot breath coming from the side of his face, suddenly remembered the webpage he had just spent an hour browsing, coughed bluntly, and pushed the boy who was still approaching away.

Fang Cheng licked his lips and moved his body as if nothing happened just now.

He turned his gaze back to the computer screen: "You just wrote these?"

He Yan: "Yes."

How is it possible, except for the above few lines, the rest was written last week, and he didn't do any business just now.

Fang Cheng smiled proudly: "That's amazing." He is indeed the man I like!

He Yan looked at him with complicated eyes, moved his lips, and asked after a while: "The cartoon you drew..."

Fang Cheng's eyes lit up, and he said excitedly, "It's called "Falling Feather"! Have you read it?"

He Yan lowered his eyes, hummed in a low voice, "It's beautiful. But did you really draw it?"

Fang Cheng immediately suppressed his smile, and said sternly: "Of course." He took out his mobile phone, opened the comic software and showed it to him: "The entire comic, even the frame of the storyboard, was drawn by myself."

He Yan took his phone, turned to chapter 15, and looked at it with a frown.

"..."

Fang Cheng was suddenly so blessed that he almost bounced off the stool: "You were reading my manga just now, weren't you? You started reading from chapter No.15, and you just saw this?"

He Yan: "...um."

His expression is not like the relaxed and happy expression of ordinary readers when they read comics, but a faint, distressing melancholy lingers between his brows, "I always feel that this comic is not like your... style."

He took a deep breath, and looked suspiciously at his blurred shadow reflected on the phone screen.

In fact, what he wanted to say was: I seem to be living in this world.

But these words were hypocritical and secondary, he couldn't say them out.

Fang Cheng clenched his hands tightly when he heard this, and felt a familiar tingle in his heart. He forced a smile, "It's really not my idea, I'm just a communicator."

He Yan raised his head suddenly, "Who is he?"

Fang Cheng had never seen such eager and expectant eyes from him, and was taken aback by the heat.

He Yan leaned forward slightly and approached him, "Who is it?"

Fang Cheng swallowed his saliva, bit the tip of his tongue and forced himself to calm down, "It's gone."

"What do you mean?"

"He committed suicide." Fang Cheng lowered his head, his clear voice trembling slightly, "I didn't keep him."

He Yan paused, and his voice weakened, "Sorry."

"It's okay." Fang Cheng smiled slightly, "Do you want to know about him?"