Rebirth: The Gold Master Cultivation Program

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"Can you use this to draw manga without using paper?"

Fang Cheng collected the draft on the desktop, "Actually, it is possible, but I am used to conceiving the storyboard first on paper, which is more clear at a glance."

He Yan hummed in a low voice, saw the paper left over from the weekend on the table and took it over, "Which question can't you?"

Fang Cheng took the paper back immediately, threw it together with the draft, and asked with a straight face, "You know what I want to say."

He Yan refused to speak, and wanted to get the paper, but Fang Cheng used his body to hold him in front of him.

Fang Cheng couldn't bear it: "Is it the shoulder?"

He stepped forward and pulled He Cheng's collar, wanting to look inside.

He Yan turned his head sideways to avoid his approach, but it was convenient for him to see the inside of the unlined garment at a glance.

In the black long sleeves, the white skin shone like a crystal ore, and on the ore, there were pieces of black rock and red crystals—they were bruises and bloodstains that had solidified.

Fang Cheng clenched his fists instantly, his eyes flushed red: "Who is it?"

He Yan took his hand away from the neckline, stared at him fixedly, and sighed for a long time, "What will happen if I don't tell?"

"Then I will follow you all the time, and I will jump out of the window of your house in the middle of the night."

Just know.

This kid's way of dealing with things has always been simple and straightforward, he is very nervous and careless, but he feels that he is amazing and likes to be mysterious.

It was also because of this that He Yan deliberately alienated him...that made him suspect that the comics with such a world view were not drawn by him.

But now it seems that the cold violence did not make him retreat, but made both of them suffer for a long month.

He Yan rubbed the center of his brows, and after a few breaths, he simply took off his black top, revealing a large area of ​​bare skin, white, purple, cyan and red... the wounds were hideous, and the scars were glaring.

"W-what's the situation...?" Fang Cheng was stunned, and in the next second, tears welled up from his eyes.

He Yan took out a piece of paper and wiped his tears, the coldness in his voice was not there, but rather helpless, "I knew you would be like this."

Fang Cheng's chest was like a volcano that had been accumulating for half a year and was about to erupt. He clenched his fists uncontrollably, the veins on his forehead swelled, his face was flushed, and he suppressed the urge to shout: "Who did it?! I won't Let him go, tell me, I won't let him go!"

He Yan forcefully opened his fist and stuffed the tissue in, "My adoptive father's parents."

He Hai's parents?

"Didn't I tell you that my adoptive father went to jail? Although he committed a serious crime, he was not sentenced to death because he was a schizophrenic patient. After three years in prison, his condition improved and he was released back to Shuyun District Nursing at a mental hospital. His parents wanted to see him often, so they moved in.”

Fang Cheng wanted to hear some joke. He couldn't believe it, and his voice suddenly increased: "He is a murderer who dismembered his body and set fire to it. He was released after being imprisoned for three years?! The one who fucking let him out is crazy!"

He Yan was taken aback when he heard the words, and then laughed at himself, "Did the class teacher tell you?"

Only then did Fang Cheng realize that he had slipped his tongue, his arrogance was half extinguished in an instant, and he turned his face away, "I'm sorry...I insisted on her to say it."

He Yan took away his crumpled tissue and replaced it with a new one, "It's okay, according to your temperament, you will pester me sooner or later."

Fang Cheng sniffed, "So his parents beat you up like this?"

He Yan said: "I can't fight with two old men and women in their 70s and [-]s. Besides, they don't count as fighting. They just pick up whatever is at hand and throw it at them. I can still dodge most of them."

Fang Cheng looked at his shoulders and back distressedly, wishing to turn himself into a shrew with no moral bottom line, at least to help him vent his anger.

Although He Yan is fat, he is well-proportioned, without any ugly piles of fat, and even because of his recent thinness, the chain bones have become prominent.

His skin was pale and pale, covered with large areas of bruises, and occasionally there were blood scabs that had solidified in places that looked like they had been cut by a sharp weapon.

The new paper towel was also crushed. Fang Cheng took a few deep breaths, wiped his face indiscriminately, and said seriously, "You can't go back to that house."

Fang Cheng's mind turned quickly when he was on standby, "I will stay at my house this weekend, apply for accommodation with the school on Monday, and stay at my house until it is approved. You are not allowed to go back."

He Yan smiled very lightly, "The summer vacation is coming soon, I can't live in your house forever, even if you agree, your parents will not be happy."

……

indeed.

He Yan lived for a day or two, but if he also lived here during the summer and winter vacations, what would be the difference from having an extra son at home?No matter how nice Fang Zhiming and Zhao Jinghua are, they might not be able to accept it.

Fang Cheng also thought about this, thought for a moment, and said solemnly: "I will support you. My comics have more and more readers recently, and they can make a lot of money. After the manuscript fee is paid, I will rent a house outside, and you can live in it during the holidays." , usually live in school."

He Cheng pursed his lips and remained silent.

Fang Cheng became anxious, "Just do it like this, don't think about it."

He Yan raised his eyes, and the eyes of the two collided immediately, and the other's figure was reflected in the pupils, and the clear and shallow eyes seemed to be floating on a layer of broken ice, with a hint of puzzlement.

He Yan asked: "What are you drawing?"

Fang Cheng choked, fell to the side of the bed, lowered his head, and played with the corner of his clothes nervously with his fingers.

What should he say?

His Adam's apple rolled, and he tried to speak: "Because... I like you?" The tone seemed to be asking He Yang whether this reason could pass his approval.

He Yan replied: "There is no need to go to this point, I don't like you."

Fang Cheng's heart ached, his lower lip turned white from being bitten, "Then... because I pity you?"

He Qing replied: "Many people feel sorry for me, but no one said they would support me."

Fang Cheng didn't rack his brains so hard to deal with the unreasonable demands of planning in his previous life.

"For... I think you can make a lot of money in the future, I want you to cover me, this is called early investment!"

He Yan: "..."

Fang Cheng kindled a little hope: "This reason... is it okay?"

He Yan frowned: "I won't make a fortune." He might not want to live one day, how could he make a fortune.

Fang Cheng was discouraged, lay back as if he had lost his bones, fell on the bed, and began to play a rascal: "Oh, can't you work hard to make a fortune for me? In the early stage, I will support you, and in the later stage Isn't it fair that you raise me?"

He Yan refused to enter: "How can you be fair when you are sure to pay for a deal that doesn't make a profit?"

Fang Cheng grabbed his hair and rolled on the bed: "I don't care! You can't go back anyway! You have to listen to me anyway!"

He Yan: "...I'm not a pet."

"When the hell did I treat you as a pet!" Fang Cheng collapsed to the point of swearing, sat up suddenly from the bed, and sneaked up on He Yan with lightning speed.

Fang Cheng simply turned his head, and the moment his lips touched, there was no ambiguity in the slightest. Instead, because he didn't hold back his strength, he knocked on the other's tooth through his lips, and he gasped in pain.

He Yan was even more confused, he only felt a shadow flash past before his eyes, leaving only a dull pain on his lips, Fang Cheng yelled at him angrily: "Will I kiss a pet?"

Oh, it turned out that he was kissed.