Rebirth: The Gold Master Cultivation Program

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Solve the matter when He Yan is around, so as not to suffer mixed doubles when only he is left.

"I haven't done anything wrong recently, I feel that my performance is okay..."

Zhao Jinghua sneered, "The performance is okay?"

Fang Zhiming was a rare peacemaker: "Let the children finish the meal first."

But Fang Cheng's heart skipped a beat—her mother is the master of the family, but his father has always been the one who sings bad faces. If his father starts to sing bad faces, then the head of the family must be really angry.

Isn't this gg?

Fang Cheng secretly tugged on the sleeve of He Yan under the table, almost buried his face in the bowl, and muttered softly: "Ni, no, don't bend your elbow at night..."

It's not easy for He Yan to take care of other people's housework, but since he asked so...

Fang Cheng felt a big warm hand squeeze his palm, and then wrote softly in the palm: "OK".

It is said that the ten fingers connect to the heart, and it seems that the palms also connect to the heart. The numb itching turned into a small electric current, which was transmitted from the nerve endings to the cerebral cortex, and Fang Cheng's face suddenly became hot like a fire.

Zhao Jinghua was indifferent: "Stay away from the bowl, your face will turn red."

Fang Cheng was obedient and dumb: "Oh."

After the meal, He Yang went back to his room to continue his homework, while Fang Cheng stayed in the living room for interrogation.

Zhao Jinghua was concerned that there were outsiders in the family, so she suppressed the volume: "School of Arts and Sciences, why didn't you tell us?"

"...That's it?" Fang Cheng suddenly breathed a sigh of relief.

He didn't tell them that it was because the husband and wife asked Fang Cheng to choose the reason in the previous life, and discussed the things in the previous life. In this life, he naturally wrote the science and handed it in...

But Zhao Jinghua didn't think so: "If it wasn't for your teacher Gao telling me during the parent meeting, you would have decided so quietly by yourself?!"

"No," Fang Cheng hastily explained: "I thought my family had a tacit understanding of my theory. After all, other people's parents are willing to let their children learn theory."

Fang Zhiming: "Yes, yes, boys should learn the truth."

Zhao Jinghua snapped out his report card: "But look at your grades, liberal arts is so much better than science, the teacher said that as long as you can maintain this grade, 985 will definitely be no problem in the future. If you choose science, even a 211 is enough. "

Fang Cheng: "The grades are not static, I might improve in science in the future..."

"Progress? Ever since you transferred to another school, your grades have plummeted. If you hadn't been hanging on the liberal arts, you would have been on the countdown!" Zhao Jinghua said, her eyes were red, "I really don't know whether it was right or wrong to move. The grades of Nancheng No. [-] Middle School are all top-notch, how can they be so far behind in just half a year?"

Fang Zhiming couldn't see his wife crying the most, and cursed at Fang Cheng with a dark face: "Stinky boy! Just say that you deliberately pretended to be sick to trick us into moving?!"

"..."

Fang Zhiming suddenly became angry: "Let me just say it! Look! I just said how the illness came and went so quickly. If it weren't for the fact that it is close to your mother's workplace, I would let you succeed? Your grandma came to lie to us, you are so capable! You have more eyes than monkeys!"

Fang Cheng began to regret letting He Yang stay, who knew that his parents could turn over old debts and move.

Wiping away tears, Zhao Jinghua pushed the arts and sciences division table in front of him: "It's changed, it's changed to liberal arts."

"Why! I don't want it!" Fang Cheng clenched his fists, "Other parents want their children to study theory, why do you insist on me studying literature?"

Fang Zhiming: "How many parents of other people's families moved and changed houses because their children were acting in a play? They don't want to stay with you and go to other people's houses. Whoever wants it will want it, so you can stay here and bully my wife."

Fang Cheng: "..." It felt like his father slapped him, and he cried out in pain, only to be silenced by the dog food that he took the opportunity to stuff into his mouth.

Zhao Jinghua took her husband's hand, "Hold down, Xiaohe is still here."

Fang Zhiming suppressed his anger, put his wife's hand in his arms, and waved at Fang Cheng impatiently: "It's alright, alright, I'm too lazy to argue with you, so I quickly changed my choice and went back to sleep."

"You just said that boys need to learn logic."

"Learn what a fart, what your mother said is what."

Fang Cheng was aggrieved, "Mom, I really can't learn literature, I can't recite things, and now I study well because I don't recite enough."

Zhao Jinghua wiped away her tears, and took back the subject intention form, "Well, if you can rank top 150 in science at the end of the semester, I will agree with you."

"Improved by [-]?" Improving his science grades required a lot of practice questions, and Fang Cheng also had to draw cartoons, so how could he have so much time.

"If you disagree, choose the text."

Fang Cheng gritted his back teeth, "Okay. But the deadline for the school to collect the meter is next week..."

Zhao Jinghua twirled her broken hair, "I have greeted your teacher Gao, and she will tell the school."

"...The two of you have already planned it together."

Fang Zhiming took his wife into his arms, and told Fang Cheng to go away under his voice: "Go, go, don't be an eyesore here."

You always have to pay it back when you come out to hang out, and Fang Cheng finally knows how it feels to have his parents who were tricked into moving by him back then.

Two hundred students, separated by a full two hundred students!

He returned to the room in a daze, and He Yan turned his head and gave him a deep look.

Fang Chengsheng was afraid that he would ask himself why he had to move here, so he hurried forward and took out his physics book, "I have to study quickly, or I will study literature."

He Yan took his physics book into his hand, bowed his head and flipped through a few pages, and asked casually, "Do you still have the physics papers from the previous exam?"

?

This is to help him review?

Fang Cheng was flattered: "Yes!"

Although his studies are mediocre, but because he has already graduated once and knows the value of youth, he received every paper and notebook very well after his rebirth.

He Yan took the paper without raising his head, and pointed to the digital tablet in front of the computer, "Draw more now, I need to spare some time to write questions next week, and I may not be able to finish drawing."

"Ah... good." Fang Cheng belatedly burst into a smile, resisting the sourness in his eyes, "Thank you."

"Ah."

Just one syllable suppressed all the restlessness in his heart.

This is the sense of security that only He Yan can bring him.

However, no matter how tight the time is, employee benefits are always given top priority by the new boss.

Early the next morning, he and He Yan went out together, embarking on a journey to find a house.

Both Fang Cheng and He Yan were underage, so they couldn't find a serious agent, so they could only go to the gates of various communities to look at the notice boards to see if there were any houses for rent.

Fortunately, Fang Cheng's past few years of social life gave him experience in renting a house, at least he would not be easily deceived.

The north of Shuyun District is surrounded by mountains, and a wide canal passes through the middle, dividing the entire district and county into two parts. The downtown area of ​​Shuyun District basically runs along the east bank of the river.

No. 20 Middle School is also on the east side, and it is not far from the river, only a [-]-minute walk.

But the rent is different. The west bank of the river is two grades cheaper than the east bank of the river. If you can find a house on the west bank of the river, even if He Yan doesn't live there, it will be close enough to the school.

With this goal, the two went directly to the community on the West Bank to find it.

Almost every community has a notice for renting a house, but when they called, either it was rented out or they were hung up directly. It was not until noon that the two of them saw the first house.