Rebirth: The Gold Master Cultivation Program

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Fang Cheng touched the wound on his lip, licked it with the tip of his tongue, and immediately grinned in pain: "Damn, I tried too hard."

He Yan stared at him intently, followed his movements and licked his lips unconsciously, rolled his Adam's apple again and again, and finally couldn't help the dryness of his throat, picked up the drink on the table and drank half of the bottle.

Fang Cheng was still angry, and when he was angry, he glanced at the computer screen that was lit up because the two of them accidentally touched the mouse, and he had a flash of inspiration, "I see!"

He Yan looked over and saw him clapping his hands, his eyes seemed to be filled with stars: "I'll hire you!"

"...?"

"How about hiring you to help me develop "Falling Feather" into a game?" Fang Cheng showed a smirk of a capitalist, "Food and lodging are included, no salary. The construction period is limited to before you graduate from college! Okay? ?”

He Yan's rebuttal has become a kind of inertia, "But I can't even understand the code..."

"What does it matter? There are still seven or eight years left!" Fang Cheng stuck a piece of watermelon with a toothpick and stuffed it into He Yan's mouth, and then ate a piece himself, happily planning: "Your mission in high school is to become a code master. The task of the university is to make the game, and then we start a company and make a lot of money!"

He Yan: "..."

"So it's decided, do you want to sign the contract?" Fang Cheng went ahead and immediately searched for an employment template on Baidu, copied it, signed his own name, put it in front of him, and handed over a Pen: "Come, come, sign."

He Yan looked at him, "Are you serious?"

Fang Cheng nodded his head like garlic: "Of course, it can't be true anymore!"

As if feeling that his attitude was flattering and arousing suspicion, he added seriously: "But let's say it first, there will be no wages for these eight years, even if the game makes money in the future, there will be no wages. And in order to After completing the game structure, you have to use all the time outside of study to work overtime for me!"

Sure enough, as soon as these words came out, He Yang relaxed a lot.He put on his clothes, folded the contract into a small square and put it in the book, "I need to think about this offer again."

He could have such a reaction, Fang Cheng was so happy that he wanted to jump, "Okay! Give me an answer quickly!"

He Yan raised the corners of his mouth subtly, "Yeah."

Fang Cheng seemed to have forgotten that he had kissed him, and dug out the comics from the computer: "You go and read the comics first, and I will find out if there is a house nearby for rent."

He Yan was inexplicably well-behaved, turned the chair in front of the screen, and only when he heard the sound of Fang Cheng coming out behind him, he slowly put his fist to his lips, and tentatively pressed his lips to the back of his hand.

Fang Cheng searched for a long time before he found a medicine that could be used on bruises, and when he returned to the room, he lifted his clothes from behind, "Don't move, I'll spray some medicine for you to promote blood circulation and remove blood stasis."

He Yan really didn't move, and turned the pages of the manga on his own.The skin on the back came into contact with the icy spray, followed by warm palms.

Fang Cheng's gentle voice was like a lullaby, which made He Cheng's whole body relax, "This kind of old bruise needs to be rubbed to penetrate it. It may hurt a little, so bear with it."

Fang Cheng rubbed and frowned. There were too many wounds on his body, big and small, bruised and purple, all over his back, and some had spread below the waist of his trousers...

below the waistband...

stop!Stop thinking about it!

Fang Cheng blushed and his heart beat, his thoughts were confused, the strength in his hand was accidentally heavier, and He Yan let out a low muffled sound.

He immediately retracted his hand: "I'm sorry!"

He Yan exhaled, "It's okay." He raised his hand and took off the clothes he just put on, "There are some shoulders too, thank you."

"...You're welcome." Fang Cheng collected his thoughts and gave him the medicine dutifully.

Fortunately, it was summer, and it would not be cold to be shirtless. He Yan didn't put on his clothes again until the spray was completely dry.

Zhao Jinghua, who went out to buy vegetables, also came back. Fang Zhiming was promoted today, and there were guests at home again. She cooked a table full of vegetables, and the four of them formed a lively circle.

At the small square dining table, Fang Zhiming and He Yan faced each other. The former blushed, took a sip of the wine, and said, "Xiao He is good everywhere, but he talks too little. Doesn't he have no friends in class?"

Zhao Jinghua kicked him under the table, "I'd rather you learn from other people's children. Talking less is better than running the train with your mouth full."

Fang Zhiming chuckled, unmoved, "Where does Xiaohe's family live? Is it convenient to go back later?"

Fang Cheng interjected, "He's staying at our house today, is that okay?"

Fang Zhiming: "Yes, of course. My dad used to sleep with his brothers when he was a child. At that time, we lived in the village. Today we eat at my house, and tomorrow we eat at your house. We have a very good relationship." Like now, the relationship between people is so weak, I went to the police yesterday, because there was a quarrel between the neighbors because of someone's child studying, you didn't see, the two old ladies..."

Zhao Jinghua and Fang Cheng were so teased that they raised their heads and laughed, only He Yan still ate quietly with his head down.

The last time He Yan felt the warm family atmosphere was three years ago when his adoptive father did nothing wrong and his adoptive mother was still alive.

What He Hai and Liu Xiwen brought to him were not only painful memories and a lifetime of shadows, but they did give him some warmth when they first adopted He Yan. Although it was fleeting, He Yan still engraved the superficial warmth in his heart .

But at this time, the sesame-like warmth was gradually enlarged by the messy laughter in his ears, until it covered his whole body, his heart was swollen, and the tip of his nose felt a little sore.

Fang Cheng's hand reached out silently, landed on his thigh, and patted it lightly.

He Yan looked over, but the other party gave him a silly smile.

He blinked, and slightly raised the corners of his lips.

At night, He Yan washed up and lay down on the bed, but Fang Cheng was still sitting in front of the computer and writing.

"Aren't you going to sleep?"

He turned his head, with an aggrieved and crying face: "It will be updated tomorrow, and I still have a few grids to change."

He Yan was puzzled: "Change?"

Fang Cheng scratched his head, "That's right, last week's update of the plot, the comments said it was full of love, I think it's my expressive ability, I have to find a way to round up the content of tomorrow's update."

The previous game version of Luo Yu focused on creating a world view. The main line was the development of the entire Luo Yu Continent.

But when Fang Cheng adapted it into a comic, there must be a protagonist, so he picked the most popular branch line in his previous life to draw.

Strictly speaking, this is "plagiarism", but I didn't expect that he almost copied "plagiarism" into "magical reform". Fortunately, he discovered it in time, otherwise his crime would be serious.

"You go to sleep first, I will as soon as possible."

He Yang thought he couldn't help, so he turned off the bedside light and fell into a deep sleep in the bright blue light of the computer screen.

After Fang Cheng finished the modification, he released it by the way, and glanced at the number in the author's account - 2092.47.He earned 2000 yuan after the manga was released for a month.

This result is actually pretty good among all the new writers. After all, "Falling Feather" has not been a big hit, and it has only changed 21 episodes. When the later stage of the story climaxes, the income should be able to rise to a higher level.

Fang Cheng submitted the cash withdrawal application satisfactorily, then lay down next to He Yan, and used his mobile phone to browse the rental information nearby—it was related to He He’s personal safety, and he had no time to delay.