Rebirth: The Gold Master Cultivation Program

Chapter 39 Have you ever seen a shell run?

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In the invisible palm, Fang Cheng was shouting silently: "Ahhhhhhh! Help, he said he likes me!"

"Who do you want to break?" He Yan said without warning, startling him.

Fang Cheng straightened up, put his hands on his knees, like a child obediently waiting for his mother, "Who? No one..."

Ah, no, he has already confessed his love to He Yan, and there is nothing to hide, so he quickly added: "You, I came here thinking of breaking you."

"Oh..." He Yan took out a pen from the pen holder, and wrote down a computer model on the paper, "But I don't know whether I am curved or straight, how do you break it?"

Fang Cheng: "I... casually break up?"

He Yan turned around and handed him the piece of paper. His tone was extremely gentle, but there was no emotion in what he said: "Buy it for me within a week, Boss Fang."

"it is good……"

This topic came to an end, but the irritability that had been stagnant in Fang Cheng's heart for several days disappeared quietly like a cloud after the rain.

In fact, regardless of whether He Yan likes men or women, Fang Cheng will not leave him for at least the next ten years.If ten years later, after the time when Mr. He committed suicide in his previous life, and He Yan got bored with himself, it would not be too late to leave by then.

Anyway, it has already fallen on him.

At most... At most, just put away those crooked thoughts first.

After thinking about this, Fang Cheng felt much more relaxed. He lay back on the bed and browsed the online store with his mobile phone in hand.

The computer He Yan chose was a notebook. The C language did not require high configuration, and the notebook was easy to move. To Fang Cheng's surprise, the budget of 5000 yuan included an external monitor.

"Programming also needs a monitor?" Fang Cheng turned over and asked him with his calf crossed.

He Cheng's tone was flat, "I'll use it for you to draw."

Fang Cheng's heart trembled, he was very moved, "Thank you, thank you."

If it wasn't for fear that he would mind, Fang Cheng even wanted to rush up and give him a sweet kiss!

He Yan hummed, and lifted his schoolbag: "Okay, I'm going home."

Fang Cheng grabbed him, "Stay here for dinner, I will cook at my house tonight."

He Yan tilted his head, a little cute: "Then go shopping?"

"it is good!"

For other students, summer vacation means relaxation, freedom, travel and being scolded by parents.But for Fang Cheng, summer vacation means running around, being busy, raising alder trees...and being scolded by his parents.

Calculating the time, mid-to-late August was the time when a serious casualty accident occurred in Nancheng District, and it was also the day when Fang Zhiming died in the line of duty in his previous life.

Before that, Fang Cheng needed to go there and do his best to prevent the accident from happening.After all, dozens of people died in the bombing in the previous life. If it can be prevented successfully, it is equivalent to directly or indirectly saving dozens of families.

Fang Cheng is not a saint, but he will not give up without trying.

But it's still early, at the beginning of the holiday, Fang Cheng hid in He Yan's room to draw cartoons.

He moved the old-fashioned notebook at home, connected it to the newly bought monitor, and drew very coolly, and the progress was rapid.

He Yan also used the newly bought notebook, and the crackling sound of typing on the keyboard gradually became proficient, and the C language had been replaced with c%2B%2B, Fang Cheng admired it very much.

One of them used the round table in the center of the room, and the other used the writing desk in the innermost part of the room, with a bed in between, and their posture was back to back.

It's just that Fang Cheng wasn't that honest. He put the phone aside, and the pitch-black screen could just reflect He Yang's back.Glance at it from time to time while painting, and you can calm down in an instant.

But...Fang Cheng stared at the figure on the phone for a long time, always felt a little weird, and looked back carefully, only to find that He Yan had a faint tendency to gain weight after a week of vacation.

——Sitting on a chair as soon as I got up, I ate three meals a day, and I haven’t had the same amount of activity as when I was in school. It’s no wonder I’m not fat.

Alarm bells rang in Fang Cheng's heart.

no!He absolutely can't make He Cheng into a fat man!No matter how handsome a fat man is, it won't work!

So He Yan saw Fang Cheng sitting opposite him with a heavy face, "He employee, my boss wants to inform you about something."

He Yan only moved his eyes and glanced at him: "Say."

"Starting today, the company has added a new night running activity. You must jog at least three kilometers a day to complete the task."

"...why not jog in the morning?"

Fang Cheng: "...I can't get up."

He Yan's hands were still typing on the keyboard, "I refuse."

"Why?!" Do you want to grow into a fat man!

"I heard that running with a large number of bases hurts the body."

Fang Cheng didn't accept this reason: "Your height and weight are not a big base, and don't you also run in school?"

He Yan: "I want to study."

Fang Cheng: "Good physical fitness can make you study more efficiently."

He Yan: "I can't fall asleep running at night."

Fang Cheng: "Then change it to a morning run, and I'll get up as hard as I can."

He Yan finally stopped, raised his eyes to look at him, and was silent for a long time. It was so long that Fang Cheng thought that he was about to agree, and he finally uttered a sentence: "I can't get up either."

All in all, he just can't be bothered to run.

Fang Cheng patted the table: "Then I'll get you a swimming pool card. You can swim in the head office for an hour every afternoon, so you don't hurt your knees, don't get sunbathed, and don't have to get up early and go to bed late."

However, Alder He refused to accept it: "I can't swim."

Fang Cheng endured the urge to beat him up: "I'll hire you a coach."

He Yan: "...Forget it, let's run at night."

Well, finally back to the beginning.

Fang Cheng had to admit that He Beike was really annoying sometimes.

The night run was finalized, and Fang Cheng planned to cook him a meal to increase muscle and reduce fat. When he was shopping for vegetables, he met a mother and son who were discussing the Olympic competition.

The boy looked like he was only in junior high school, wearing a pair of thick glasses, beside his mother, his face was a little impatient, "School is only starting to register, don't read it."

His mother only had a back view, she was short and small, she looked a little familiar, and Fang Cheng felt even more familiar when she made a sound.

"Don't take it seriously, this competition is very important. If you can get a ranking, your high school is not just picked."

It was the voice of the first grade director of Shuyun No. [-] Middle School.

It was Fang Cheng's first interview in No. [-] Middle School, and it was this petite master who made the decision that he could go to Class No. [-].

The director seemed to feel that his tone was a bit serious, so he softened it a bit: "But don't put too much pressure on you, just try your best. Just think of accumulating experience for the high school information olympiad. If you win the high school award, you can be recommended to Huaqing."

Fang Cheng's eyes lit up.Walk to Huaqing? !

What university did He Cheng go to in his previous life?He thought for a while but couldn't remember, it couldn't be Huaqing after all, otherwise Mr. He's seemingly cold but dog-legged secretary would have said it out every day to show off.

"Hello, Director Jin!" Fang Chengyang approached with a cute face, "The director is also here to buy vegetables?"

Director Jin was a little surprised when he saw Fang Cheng, and even more so when he saw the vegetable basket in his hand: "Fang Cheng? Are you here to help your parents buy vegetables?"

Fang Cheng nodded obediently: "Yeah, I will help the family cook when I am on holiday."

"Really sensible," Director Jin glared at his son, "This is my brother from my mother's school, look, how sensible!"

The little boy hid behind his mother and nodded towards Fang Cheng.

Fang Cheng turned on the social mode: "Director Jin, your son is studying very well, I heard that the Olympic competition is amazing, and not ordinary people can participate."

As expected, director Jin's eyebrows were tinged with pride, and he said modestly with a smile: "It's nothing, you can only get started after passing the preliminary test. My child participated in the first year, and he has all the experience of being a senior."

Fang Cheng: "Having the qualifications for the preliminary examination is already very powerful. By the way, do any students in our school sign up for this kind of Olympiad?"

Director Jin: "Yes, but no one has ever been able to get a ranking. The school only provides one opportunity to register. It depends on the students themselves."

Fang Cheng nodded thoughtfully, "What if I can win honor for the school?"

"Of course that's good! As long as you can pass the preliminary examination, the school will probably set up a special teaching plan team for the students."

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