Rebirth: The Gold Master Cultivation Program

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He Yan glanced at the manga on the phone, and nodded hesitantly.

Fang Cheng's throat choked, "Wait a little longer, I'll tell you." At least wait until He Yan is willing to accept him, and don't treat him as a follower who comes and goes when he is called, and then tells him. the truth.

He Yan returned the phone to him, turned around and continued writing his own code.

Fang Chengbo's mood gradually calmed down, and he was quietly by his side, speechless for a while, and the atmosphere was considered harmonious.

Although it was different from the broken ice in his imagination, Fang Cheng could feel that the barrier that had been erected around him for nearly a month had finally loosened.

So he tried to ask: "Can I go to your home to do my homework later? There are several questions that I can't, can you explain to me?"

He Yan nodded first, then lowered his light eyes, then shook his head, "My house...is not very convenient."

He's the only one in his house, what's the inconvenience?

Although he was puzzled, Fang Cheng continued to suggest, "Then go to my house?"

He Yan said indifferently: "At school."

Fang Cheng said with an innocent face, "I didn't take my homework."

"..." He Yan glanced at the time in the lower right corner of the computer, saved the code and turned off the computer, "Let's go."

Yes!

Fang Cheng held back the corners of his mouth that were about to crack to the base of his ears, and followed He Yan bouncingly.

He Xun wanted to turn off the electricity and lock the door, so Fang Cheng went out to wait first, but when he passed by him, he tripped over an unplaced chair and accidentally bumped into He Xun's shoulder, and the other party gasped, "Hiss!"

Fang Cheng immediately turned around and apologized: "I'm sorry, I was careless!"

But He Yan didn't look like he was bumped lightly. Instead, he kept the action of turning off the switch and remained motionless. His brows were tightly frowned, and after biting his teeth for a long time, two words popped out: "fine."

It looked like it was in excruciating pain.

Fang Cheng was so frightened that his hairs stood on end: "What's wrong? Where did you hit?"

He Yan continued to turn off the switch, and went to the door first to wait for him to come out, "It's okay, let's go."

How could it be all right? !

But he just pretended to be okay!

Fang Cheng was angry and worried, and followed him worriedly, half a body behind him, and walked out of the science and technology building through the small gate together.Until he arrived at his home, he had been observing He Yan's condition.

But I don't know if it's He Yan who is too patient, or Fang Cheng is just worrying, but he behaved very naturally along the way.

Fang Cheng secretly sighed: Alas, I think it's because I think too much.

When the two entered the house, Fang Cheng gave him his slippers, ran into the house barefoot, and yelled casually: "Mom, my classmate came to play at home."

Zhao Jinghua is not more relaxed than usual at home on weekends. She just finished her housework and went to rest in her room, but before her butt was warmed up, her stupid son brought another stupid son home and asked her to get up and take care of her. How could she not be angry? !

So Zhao Jinghua rushed out of the room aggressively, intending to grab Fang Cheng's ear and question him: Can't you let your mother rest for a while? !

Unexpectedly, as soon as she went out, she saw a tall, strong, innocent young man with an elegant demeanor standing at the door.

The calmness and elegance of a man and the childish freshness of a young man appeared in the same person at the same time, making Ms. Zhao, who was in control of the face, speechless for a moment: "Student, classmate, what's your name?"

Zhao Jinghua smiled more kindly than the bodhisattvas enshrined in the Buddhist hall, and kindly led He Yan, who was standing stupidly at the door, to sit down on the sofa in the living room.

He Yan has always been a little white rabbit in front of friendly ladies. He even broke through his taciturn personality and said a few more words in front of his name: "Hello, Auntie, my name is He Yan."

"He Yan!" Zhao Jinghua clapped his hands and became more enthusiastic, "We Chengcheng often mentions you, he said you are like a big star, today you look really good-looking, look at the white and fat Small face, this big tall guy is so handsome."

He Yan sat upright on the sofa, feeling uncomfortable being stared at, and didn't know where to put his hands--Fang Cheng's man-marking skill was far worse than his mother's.

Fang Cheng finally found a pair of old slippers, pulled them out from the room, and hastily freed He Yan's arm from Zhao Jinghua's hands, "Mom, he came to tutor me in my studies, return it to me."

Zhao Jinghua glared at him, and snatched his arm back, "There are fruits I've cut in the refrigerator, go and get them, and get a few bottles of drinks."

Fang Cheng curled his lips, reluctantly going to get food.

Zhao Jinghua continued to look at He Yan with those black grape-like eyes that were very similar to Fang Cheng, "Are the little buns made by Auntie delicious? Cheng Cheng brings them to you every day. Are you tired of eating them? Do you want to eat something else?" ? Tell auntie, auntie will do it for you."

He Yan didn't know how to respond, so he could only stare at Fang Cheng's back, his voice was low, but he could hear that he had tried his best to soften it: "It's delicious, thank you auntie."

"It's good if you like it. It's not enough for a young man to eat two buns in the morning, right? I told Chengcheng to bring you more, but he said that you need to control your fat." Zhao Jinghua looked at He Yan from left to right. Repeatedly, "Where is he fat? Tall and strong, how nice! He is as shabby as a little chicken, let's not learn, Ang."

As soon as Fang Cheng took the good things and turned around, he received He Yan's eyes calling for help.

He immediately put the things on the table, and pulled He Yan up from the sofa, this time he clearly felt his body tremble.

Fang Cheng kept his expression on his face, but his heart trembled, and he tried his best to control the strength in his hands.He pulled He Yan behind him, and said to Zhao Jinghua: "Mom, you are so enthusiastic, it's scary!"

Zhao Jinghua: "Go away, I don't want to talk to Xiaojizai."

Fang Cheng stuck out his tongue at her, "I don't want to talk to menopausal old women yet!"

As he spoke, he quickly fled back to the room with He Yan, and closed the door with a loud "bang".

But within two seconds, Little Chick Ben opened the door again and slipped out, picked up the fruit plate and drinks on the table and disappeared like a gust of wind.

Zhao Jinghua scolded angrily, got up and changed her clothes, and shouted into Fang Cheng's room: "I'll go out for a while, you stay at home to watch the house, don't run around!"

A perfunctory voice came from inside the door: "Got it."

Only then did Zhao Jinghua leave the door with a shopping bag.

If there are guests coming, she can't be fooled for dinner. She has to go downstairs to buy more food.

In the room, Fang Cheng stepped on slippers that were several sizes smaller than his feet, and placed He Yan in front of the desk, "Don't be surprised, my mother likes you."

He Yan shook his head, and glanced at the layout of the room.

Fang Cheng's room is about the same size as He's, but the difference is that He's room only has a bed, a table, and a wardrobe, while Fang Cheng's room is filled with all kinds of weird gadgets besides the necessary furniture. , there are dolls on the bed, models in the corner, posters on the wall, and a mess of colorful drafts on the desktop.

The whole room seemed messy and warm.

The desk seemed to be custom-made for the whole house. It leaned against the entire south-facing wall, including a corner connected to the bed. It was an extra-long desk with a total of four or five meters.

There is a thick old-fashioned notebook at the back of the desk, and next to it is the digital tablet he uses to draw comics.

Seeing him looking at the computer, Fang Cheng felt sore - the balance in his account was only in the early four figures, not enough to buy a computer for He Yan.

"This computer was eliminated by my mother's work unit, and it can't carry programming software."