Rebirth: The Gold Master Cultivation Program

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The transfer interview was actually just a process. His school in Nancheng District was better than Shuyun District, so No. [-] Middle School accepted him very happily.

On the day of the interview, he deliberately came to the school early. The gate guard had been notified that there was a transfer student today, and he let him pass after seeing his ID.

Shuyun No. [-] Middle School is the oldest high school in Shuyun District. The school is not very big, but the landscape is very beautiful.The main entrance is facing a wall with an electronic screen for recording time and notifications, and a big clock with a long history stands next to it.The main road is very wide, and there are two columns of notice boards standing on both sides, with photos of various activities and school profiles on it.

It was class time now, and the campus was empty. Fang Chengzai carefully read every notice board, eager to find a little bit of news about He Yan on it.

But still nothing.

He was used to the long journey to find a husband.

Fang Cheng wandered aimlessly in the campus, passed by the corridor, stepped on the long tree-lined avenue, and saw a girl in a white sportswear.

She was buying roasted sweet potatoes from a street vendor across the fence, her round doll's eyes shining brightly.

He leaned forward and asked politely after a little hesitation: "Hello classmate, do you know where is the teaching building for the first year of high school?"

The female classmate turned her head and smiled, pointing to a small side door on the right, "This is the building." Then her eyes quickly scanned his whole body: "Are you a student outside the school? How did you get in?"

Fang Cheng: "I'm going to transfer from another school next semester, so I'm here for an interview today."

The girl raised her eyebrows with interest: "Which class do you transfer to?"

"It hasn't been decided yet." He unconsciously put his hand in the bag where there was a photo of He Yan, and asked hesitantly, "Do you know He Yan?"

She took the sweet potato from the vendor's hand and nodded, "Yes, we are the top students in our grade."

Fang Cheng was overjoyed immediately, "Great! Which class is he in?"

"Class 4." The girl's expression became a little weird, "Are you his friend?"

"Ok!"

"That's good, then transfer to class four."

Fang Cheng nodded vigorously, "I will try my best!"

He thought that the girl was a female classmate, after all, she looked as fair as a junior high school student, but in the next scene, he realized that he was very wrong!

Fang Cheng was interviewed by the grade director of the first grade, a small, middle-aged woman, wearing a pair of rimless glasses, very intellectual.

She carefully looked at the report card in her hand, and she was very satisfied: "The grades of this classmate are very good, and you can even enter the experimental class in No. [-] Middle School."

Fang Fang shook his head and said, "I don't want to enter the experimental class, I want to enter the fourth class."

She was a little surprised: "Why?"

"There are my good friends in the fourth class. I am not familiar with the place when I come here. It is better to blend in with people I know in the same class."

The grade director frowned, "The students in the experimental class are very good, and they will be able to integrate quickly. It would be a waste of your grades to be close to the ordinary class. Why didn't your parents come? Can you make decisions by yourself?"

Fang Cheng nodded: "They are busy with work, I can do it. They also agreed."

She still didn't let go, she thought for a while and said: "I know that you young people value loyalty and affection, but the teachers in the experimental class are the best and the pace is fast. If you enter the ordinary class, you will have no chance. I still Call your parents."

"No need!" Fang Cheng scratched his head, "It's all about hard work for me to study well. If the experimental class is fast-paced, I may not be able to keep up."

"Really?" The grade director was suspicious of him, and was about to call Zhao Jinghua, when there was a knock on the door suddenly.

A familiar fluffy little head came in.

It was the girl Fang Cheng met downstairs: "Director, come out?"

"Mr. Song?"

--teacher? !A teacher with the face of a junior high school student?

Director Fang Cheng nodded apologetically, "Just wait for a while, I'll be back soon."

I don't know what Mr. Song said to the director. As soon as the director came back, his attitude changed. He didn't mention the experimental class anymore, and he directly agreed: "It's good to go to the fourth class. Make sure your parents don't mind?"

Fang Cheng nodded quickly: "No!"

"Okay, let's do this first. You will come over when the next semester starts, and we will inform you about the specific schedule. You have worked hard today, so go back first. Don't stay in school if you are not wearing a school uniform."

Fang Cheng choked for a moment, took a break to peek at He Yang's thoughts, and went back home honestly.

But even if he didn't see He Yan, he still couldn't help being happy, and even walked briskly, walking with wind.

The good mood lasted all the way, and there was a smile on the corner of my mouth when I got home.

Zhao Jinghua was infected by him, and happily worked in the kitchen, cutting vegetables while saying to him: "Today, your Aunt Liu told me that we don't think it's easy to buy a house in the school district. Your father and I plan to settle it immediately. You how do you feel?"

"Of course you can, hurry up and make a decision, don't be preempted by others."

She has a vigorous temperament, she didn't even cook, and immediately called the agency.

Fang Cheng went back to the house and began to study. His high school grades were indeed good, but he had graduated seven or eight years ago, and his knowledge had already been returned to the teacher.

If the grades in the final exam are not good, he can use the recent nightmare to get over it, but once he transfers to another school, if his grades still plummet, Fang Zhiming will probably complain about moving again.

Fang Cheng didn't want to give him this chance.

Thanks to the supervision of Grandma Zhao, the family of three moved extremely quickly.I saw the house in December, and finished the formalities in January. Fortunately, I didn't need to decorate. I took care of my new home in a few days and moved in before the first month.

During the moving process, Fang Cheng contributed a lot, and Zhao Jinghua boasted that her son had grown up.

Although everything is going well, and he can see He Yang at the beginning of school, Fang Cheng still feels uneasy.It should be said that he couldn't be completely relieved if he didn't find He Cheng for a day.

Fang Zhiming's job transfer will not take effect until some years later. Recently, he has been living in an old house in Nancheng District. Zhao Jinghua often works overtime in preparation for promotion.

Fang Cheng had no one to take care of him during the summer vacation. Apart from studying, he went downstairs and wandered around every day.

It's not for nothing, he got acquainted with the proprietress, and he started to ask if the other party knew He Yang.

The landlady's expression froze for a moment, she hesitated to speak, she sighed deeply and said, "That child... has a hard life."

Fang Cheng's smile disappeared instantly, "What's wrong with him?"

The proprietress stopped talking, and changed the subject: "It's good for the young man to transfer to another school. Last year, three or four students from No. [-] Middle School were admitted to Huaqing University. You should study hard. If you are successful, Auntie will hang up your photo in the store!"

How could Fang Cheng give up so easily, he raised his voice unwillingly: "What happened to him?"

The proprietress smiled, "What are children doing asking about these things? If you have time to worry about others, why don't you write two more workbooks, buy something or not, and go if you don't!"

Fang Cheng looked at her angrily, and clenched his palms tightly. He was sad and defeated his anger at the proprietress, and he left as if he had lost his soul.

Even the aunt at the school gate knew that He Yan was not doing well, how miserable he was...

But no matter how anxious he is, there is no way to contact He Yan so far. The only thing he can do is to wait patiently for the start of school.

For the first time, Fang Cheng knew what it means to live like a year.

Looking forward to the stars and looking forward to the moon, on the penultimate day of February, the first grade of Shuyun No. [-] Middle School finally started.

As a transfer student, Fang Cheng was once again stopped outside the school gate for not wearing a school uniform.I have to say that the doorman uncle is really responsible.

Fang Cheng dragged the schoolbag behind him to the front of him, and looked for the transfer certificate. The students passing by all paid attention.

Caught off guard, someone hit him on the back with such force that he staggered forward. Fortunately, the guard saved him from falling even if he gave him a hand.

Before he could raise his head, he heard a deep "sorry" passing by his ear.

The tone of the voice was lifeless, but the timbre was like a gust of wind in the forest. It belonged to the person Fang Cheng had been thinking about day and night for three months.

He raised his head suddenly, but there was no one else beside him, only the students in the same school uniforms who entered in front of him.They were tall or short, fat or thin, and one fat and well-proportioned tall man was particularly eye-catching, but there was no familiar figure in my memory who was so thin that only bones were left, and even the back of his head was gentle like the sunshine in March.

Fang Cheng only felt a stabbing pain in his heart, and the emotions that filled his atrium instantly had nowhere to vent, and his eye sockets were instantly filled with a layer of water vapor.

It's not easy!It was so hard to come across it!

The uncle doorman was taken aback by his expression, "It's all right, classmate, did it hurt?" He secretly slandered that children nowadays are too fragile, they didn't fall, and they cried when they were bumped.

Fang Cheng straightened up, didn't pay attention to other people's expressions, quickly found the transfer certificate from his schoolbag, and said in a nasal voice, "Uncle, can I go in?"

"Go."