Rebirth: The Gold Master Cultivation Program

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Fang Cheng didn't want to bring up those bad memories of He Yan, so even when he saw the burn marks on his entire right leg, he didn't pay too much attention to it.

Instead, after He Yan fell asleep, he got up from the bed, went around to the other side of the bed, lifted a corner of the quilt pervertedly, and lighted it with the flashlight of his mobile phone, quietly looking at his legs.

Although the burn was only on the right leg, the area from the ankle to the waist accounted for almost one-third of the body. In such a serious situation, the culprit was able to get out of prison and recuperate in the hospital carefree. Heaven is unfair.

He Yan's sleep quality was quite good when he was accompanied by someone, so Fang Cheng's actions didn't wake him up, but the continuous cold air from the air conditioner made him shrink back into the bed.

Fang Cheng sighed softly, turned off the flashlight and lay back in his seat.

The whole night, in his dream, the raging waves of fire surrounded the little boy, and he could only run towards Xiao Healong in the distant darkness, but he couldn't get close to him no matter what.

Xu Shi was tortured by the nightmare all night, when he opened his eyes again, the wall clock in the room was still pointing to 10:30.

He Yan was sitting by the window changing the dressing on the wound by himself, when he saw him wake up, he gave him a brief look: "I can really sleep."

Fang Cheng had a terrible headache, and he struggled to sit up. The scene in front of him was doubled, so he touched his forehead dully, "I seem to have a fever."

He Cheng's brows were tightly frowned, and he immediately got up and put his wide palm on his forehead to feel it: "Well, it's definitely burned."

Fang Cheng lay down on the bed, feeling sore all over his body, "Maybe it's because he sweated all over yesterday, and the air conditioner in the hotel is too cold, and he has a cold."

He Yan turned on his phone and started looking for a pharmacy on the map: "I'll go and buy you some fever-reducing medicine first, and if you haven't got it at night, just tell Wang Sijia to stay an extra night."

They originally planned to return to Beijing tonight, but if Fang Cheng's fever is severe, they can only postpone it later.

Fang Cheng closed his eyes and let out a muffled hum.

The sound of closing the door came, and the room was quiet. Others went to the comic exhibition early in the morning, and Fang Cheng was the only one left lying on the bed with a flushed face. After a while, he fell into the fire again in a daze.

The fever lasted until the afternoon, during which time Fang Cheng was in a daze after eating the medicine bought by He Yan and the meal brought by the hotel staff.

After three o'clock in the afternoon, a few children who went to the comic exhibition returned to the hotel, carrying a lot of things in their hands. Wang Sijia bought a death scythe taller than a person, and rushed to the hotel as soon as he entered the door. The door of Fang Cheng's room: "Unknown! Look what I bought!"

Fang Cheng had just finished his second meal of antipyretics after waking up. He was sitting by the bed and looking at the Reuters pictures of the comic exhibition on Weibo. When he looked up, he saw a bright red sickle waving in front of his eyes. Shrinking back, he happened to bump into He Yan who was behind him, and was held by his shoulders to stabilize his body.

He patted his chest and breathed a sigh of relief, and the moment he raised his eyes, his eyes lit up, and he took the sickle in his hand to appreciate it carefully: "They even made this?"

This scythe is the weapon of Aachen's later period in "Falling Feathers", and it has not yet been launched in the comic plot. Fang Cheng only posted a concept drawing in the author's news, and it was perfectly restored.

Wang Sijia nodded again and again, "Yes! It's awesome! And this is the only one, coser made it himself."

Fang Cheng couldn't put it down for the sickle: "Is that why I sold it to you?"

"It's easy to say," the other two men and a woman came out from behind, Xiao Xiaoxing held a box in his arms, and made three comparisons to him: "Do you know how much she spent?"

Fang Cheng's eyes were on Xu Quan for a moment: "Three hundred?"

"Three thousand!"

"It's so expensive!" The main body of the sickle is ordinary wood with varnish, and it can be sold for thousands of dollars?

He also thought of the thousands of dollars of fake fur that Chen Yurui made, as expected, the craftsmen earned more money.

Fang Cheng returned it to Wang Sijia, then looked at the box in Xiao Xiaoxing's arms: "What about you, what did you buy?"

Xiao Xiaoxing smiled, and opened the box for him to take a look: "The figure is very exquisite, and it is cheaper than the official one. There are many gadgets for sale inside. It's a pity that you didn't go."

Fang Cheng sniffed, "Go there next time you have a chance."

"Okay, then pack up your things, we are going to go back."

Only then did He Yan speak out: "You guys go first, Fang Cheng has a little fever, we will return after the fever subsides."

"You have a fever?" Chen Yurui said in surprise, and then said guiltily, "Is it because I had a hair dryer yesterday? I'm sorry, it's all my fault for running around and being ignorant..."

Fang Cheng comforted: "The air conditioner is blowing, it has nothing to do with you."

She lowered her head and mixed her hands together: "I'm sorry..."

Wang Sijia hugged her arm, "Next time, don't run around. See if two people are injured because of you."

"understood……"

Wang Sijia patted her head lovingly, and then looked at Fang Cheng with apology: "But you may have to move the room, this suite has an appointment at night."

Fang Cheng smiled: "It's okay, just change us to a normal private room."

Just as she nodded, Xu Quan suddenly interjected: "Why don't you move downstairs? I made an appointment with my friend before, and I booked a suite, but he let me go, and the room is empty, you guys Come and live."

Fang Cheng was about to refuse, but He Yan said, "Okay, thank you."

Fang Cheng: "..." Stinky thing, have you forgotten what you promised me? !

I'm so angry, but I still have to keep smiling: "It's too much trouble for you."

There was a gentle smile on the corner of Xu Quan's mouth: "It's okay, I've been planning for several days, and it's boring to be alone. Besides, isn't He Yan teaching himself programming? Talk more."

"Okay... hiss!" He Yan's arm suddenly hurt, he lowered his head, and saw Fang Chengpi staring at him with a smile, "Okay, then you two-chat-chat-chat..."

He Yan: "Well, I want to discuss the multi-threaded concurrency question I asked you on the beach last time."

Fang Cheng raised the corner of his mouth and narrowed his eyes slightly: "It seems that you hit it off right away."

Xu Quan didn't notice the smell of gunpowder in the air at all, or if he did, he pretended not to notice it at all: "Yes, so you can live here, the layout below is the same as here, there are two empty rooms, you don't have to squeeze Together."

Thank you so much for me!

Fang Cheng turned his back, rolled his eyes secretly, and started to pack his things: "Okay, then let's move."

Wang Sijia and the others also packed their luggage, and were quickly taken to the high-speed rail station by the hotel car, while Fang Cheng lay down in the same room on the next floor, sipping the hot water that He Yan had poured for him, staring at him. Firmly nailed to the backs of the two gathered together on the coffee table in the living room.

Xu Quan seems to have really studied the C language. He Yan asked several questions in a row and he gave very accurate answers.

Fang Cheng was sour and angry, but he didn't dare to say anything. After all, with his own programming knowledge that he had given back to the teacher long ago, it was fine if he couldn't guide He Yan, and he couldn't stop him from asking others for advice.

But from this point of view, the credibility of the past life rumors is a little higher.

He sighed again, put the water glass aside, shrank himself into the bed to cover his sweat, and could leave early if he got well early, the shoulders of those two people touching each other was annoying to watch.

And this stinky Healdrum is really hateful, he clearly promised him to stay away from Xu Quan, but now it's as if he completely forgot about it...

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