Rebirth: The Gold Master Cultivation Program

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"That's not something you worry about," Fang Cheng spread his palms with a smile, "Support some money, I'll treat him to dinner!"

Zhao Jinghua gave him a slap in the palm of the hand: "Don't let me worry about it and ask me for money?"

"Mom is the best~ Mom is the most beautiful and kindest goddess in the world."

Zhao Jinghua glared at him reproachfully, snorted, and took out two red tickets from her wallet, "Don't spend them indiscriminately, come back and report!"

Fang Cheng immediately stood up straight: "Yes! Thank you, Mom!" He picked up the schoolbag prepared next to him and disappeared in a flash.

He did not go to He Yan first, but went to the bank at the school gate to withdraw the withdrawn manuscript fee.

The summer vacation will be next month, and he has to find a good house in advance so that He Yan can stay away from those two violent old men and women.

With the pocket money saved plus the manuscript fee and the two hundred that Zhao Jinghua gave just now, Fang Cheng has a total of about three thousand in his hands. There are nearly two months of summer vacation. The house near the school must not be affordable, so he can only go further place to consider...

Fang Cheng worried about He Yang like an old woman, but the person who was worried about was just studying the code in the computer classroom with no distractions.

When Fang Cheng came to find him, He Yan's calculator was writing the multiplication part, and the two of them were still sitting on the two seats at the entrance.He Yan stared at the computer, and Fang Cheng stared at He Yan, both with extremely serious expressions.

Seeing that the code was about to come to an end, Fang Cheng finally said, "He Yan, when will I be able to reply to the offer I gave you last time?"

"offer?"

Fang Cheng: "! You won't forget about this, will you?" The words "If you forget me, I'll kill you" are clearly written on his face.

Ever since He Yan learned that Fang Cheng already knew everything about him, he seemed to have completely let go of his guard against him.

When the two of them were alone together, the expression that He Yan sometimes showed showed a bit of the gentleness of the previous Mr. He.

Just like now, when he was amused by Fang Chengheng's cold expression, He Yan actually gave a shallow laugh, and his usually deep and hard voice softened, "I haven't forgotten."

He took out the handwritten contract from the C language and unfolded it, on which his name was already added, "Here." Then he took out another copy, "This one is mine."

"Yes!" Fang Cheng quickly put the original into his bag, "If it is legally binding, you cannot go back on your word."

There was a thin layer of smile on He Cheng's eyebrows, like a hazy mist on the lake, which dispersed at the touch of a touch.

He agreed: "Okay."

As for whether it is really legally effective, no one cares at all.It's their pact, their secret, their ritual of bonding with each other.

Fang Cheng finally got his wish, smiling from ear to ear, took out his homework for the weekend and wrote it quickly, full of ambition: "Go ahead, I'll do my homework quickly, there are important things to do tomorrow. "

He Yan is very charming when he is serious.Slightly frowning brows, straight nose bridge, and straight thick eyelashes, especially those green amber eyes, like expensive gemstones, adding a sense of dignity to him who is surrounded by chilling air-conditioning .

Like the eldest prince of an ancient kingdom who has gone through hardships and is about to ascend the throne, he is cool and elegant.

Fang Cheng looked up at him from time to time, his homework was getting better and better, and he wished that the two of them would stay like this forever.

The night outside the window was gradually falling, and the parent-teacher meeting had already dispersed. The patrol teacher of the science and technology building came and knocked on the door, signaling the two to leave quickly.

The comfortable evening breeze of the summer night blew over their shoulders together, Fang Cheng turned his face slightly, and brought the side face that haunted his dreams into his eyes.

"Go to my house?" The hand that was close to He Yan began to restless, and by shaking it while walking, he touched the back of the other's hand hanging by his side.

He Yan put his hands in his pockets, without squinting, "No."

Fang Cheng didn't force it, "Okay then... Has the old man or lady bullied you recently?"

The night was too gentle, and He Yan's voice was blown into the wind, "I escaped."

Fang Cheng's heart was trembling at the sight of Su, and he grabbed his wrist.

He Yan looked at him sideways, "What's wrong?"

He swallowed, and with difficulty moved his eyes away from his clean and handsome face, withdrew his hand and walked away quickly, and then gradually started to run: "Sex rushes your heart, run!"

"?"

He Yan didn't understand, but seeing Fang Cheng running farther and farther, he also started to chase after Fang Cheng.

Following the night, the teenagers pushed through the heavy fog and found the future of their dreams in the rampant youth.

Zhao Jinghua and Fang Zhiming sat at the dining table, but there was nothing to eat on the table. There was only a thin piece of paper on which the sun spots stood out: Form of Intention by Subject——Fang Cheng: Science.

Unlike the bitter and bitter expressions of the couple, soon outside the door came the sound of their own silly son laughing and playing.

"He Yan, are you hungry? Let's cook instant noodles later, I guess my mother didn't cook for us..." With the sound of the door opening and closing, Fang Cheng's voice gradually weakened.

Zhao Jinghua narrowed her eyes, and Fang Cheng's hairs immediately stood on end, but when she saw He Yan, she quickly laughed, and stuffed the departmental intention form into her husband's arms, urging her mouth motionless: "Take it back first, I will settle accounts with him later."

He Yan slightly nodded towards the elders in the room: "Hello, Auntie."

"Hello, Xiaohe." Fang Zhiming greeted He Yan cheerfully, then turned and went back to the bedroom.

Zhao Jinghua stroked the broken hair by her ears, and smiled with a smirk: "Xiaohe is here, haven't eaten yet? I gave Fang Cheng 200 yuan, and he said he would treat you to dinner. Huh? Fang Cheng?"

Dangerous Dangerous Dangerous!

Fang Cheng smiled and laughed: "Well, we went to the movies and spent all the money..."

"Oh~ so, Xiao He comes in first, and Auntie is going to make you something to eat." Zhao Jinghua stepped forward and patted Fang Cheng's shoulder, "What would Cheng Cheng want to eat? Mom will make it for you."

Fang Cheng straightened up immediately: "I like to eat whatever my mom does!"

"Okay~ Let's go back to the room and play, I'll call you later."

Fang Cheng dragged He Yan back to the room, patted his chest with lingering fear: "It's over, it's over, I'm over!"

He Yan put their schoolbags on the table, "What's wrong?"

"My mother is angry!"

He Yan recalled his aunt's smiling face just now: "No, isn't it kind?"

Fang Cheng wanted to cry but shook his head: "You don't understand women. That smile is a superficial smile, a hidden knife in a smile, a settlement after the fall, and 'you are dead, brat'..."

He Yan: "..." Well, he doesn't understand.

"Then I go first?"

Fang Cheng's eyes widened: "You can't leave at this critical moment! If you leave, I will be beaten!" He bit his finger and began to think: "I haven't done anything recently. The last exam It's still progressing, how could it be like this..."

Zhao Jinghua cooked two bowls of tomato and egg noodles, and fried a small dish of sausage. When she came in and asked them to eat, she saw the two young men obediently doing their homework on the table, neither fooling around nor copying each other. Finally a few points less.

"Come out and eat."

At the dinner table, Fang Zhiming and Zhao Jinghua sat across from the two children, not saying a word, but they were extremely suppressive.

Fang Cheng swallowed a mouthful of noodles, with a bitter face, glanced at the unchanging He Yan, and said painfully: "Mom and Dad, if you have anything to say, just talk about it, don't worry about him."

How could it be ignored?But Fang Cheng wanted this scruple.