Rebirth: The Gold Master Cultivation Program

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He Yan once took a year off from school in junior high school, and was one year older than his classmates.

His grades are good, but he doesn't talk much.The black hair has not been taken care of for a long time, and it grows freely and disorderly. There can be a small braid behind the head, and the forehead blocks the eyes, making it look sloppy and dirty.

He was tall and fat, and always sat in the last row, as if a transparent barrier had been arranged around his body. Inside the barrier, dark clouds were dense and the air pressure was low, and occasionally there would be lightning, thunder, and rain.

This person is too gloomy, if you get close to him, you will be doused in water, which is bad luck.

No one wants to talk to him.

There are 35 people in the class, and everyone has a deskmate.He was accompanied by a red trash can at the base of the wall, and a branch with a few dead leaves hanging from the window.

The dead leaves have gone through a whole harsh winter, lost all the water, still hanging stubbornly on the branches, refusing to succumb to fate, lingering on.

But does that work?It didn't fall, but it was dead.

He Yan raised his hand to take off the dead leaf and put it in the middle of the desk, then raised his hand to touch his eyelids.

They are similar in color and should have the same ending.

There was a glint of pleasure in his eyes, hidden by drooping eyelids.

A mouse hiding in a dark corner, holding a fallen leaf in its mouth, is quietly planning its own death.

Fang Cheng seemed to feel something in his heart, as if his heart was suddenly clenched by a big hand, his breathing stagnated, and his expression showed a moment of pain.

Gao Yuan wondered, "What's the matter? Are you uncomfortable?"

"No, nothing." He shook his head and pressed his chest on the left side, "Thank you, Mr. Song, for helping me get the school uniform."

Gao Yuan smiled: "It's nothing. I've already told the monitor to get an extra copy of the textbook, and I'll go to the class to distribute it with my classmates later. I have to find your Chinese teacher first. Are you here waiting for me to go back to class together?" , or go there first?"

"I'll go by myself first!" Fang Cheng quickly picked up the school uniform on the table, and spoke very fast: "The formal introduction is too embarrassing, I'll go get acquainted with my classmates first!"

Gao Yuan was always casual with her classmates: "Alright, then you go first, see you later."

"it is good!"

Grade [-] and Class [-] are on the second floor, go upstairs and turn left to the first room.

Fang Cheng changed his school uniform in the bathroom, and walked in through the back door openly. Suddenly, no one noticed, but a girl collecting homework rushed in front of him, stretched out her hand and said aggressively: "Homework! Hurry up! Son!"

"Uh... I didn't..."

"How is it possible...?" The girl raised her head, her expression was blank for a second, as if she was recalling whether there was such a number one person in her class, then she withdrew her hand in a swish, her face flushed slightly: "You went wrong Are you in class? This is class four."

Fang Cheng scratched his head, "I'm a new transferer this semester."

The girl's eyes gradually widened, tinged with excitement, and she turned around and said, "There is a transfer student in our class!"

"Where is where!?"

"Damn it, the little brother is a bit handsome!"

"Where did you come from?"

"what is your name?"

"Why did you turn around?"

"Hand in your homework first, my day!"

Fang Chengqian surrounded five or six people and asked questions one after another.

He took half a step back with a smirk, a little surprised by the enthusiasm of the stranger, "Hello, my name is Fang Fang, and I transferred from Nancheng No. [-] Middle School."

Immediately, a boy shouted in surprise: "Student master! Nancheng No. [-] Middle School is so good, why did you transfer to our poor place?"

Fang Cheng said, "My dad's job has been transferred."

"Well, that's a pity. But welcome, welcome! My name is Liu Lin."

Fang Cheng wanted to ask where He Yan was, but He Yan didn't know him now, so it would be too easy to attract attention by looking for him with great fanfare. "Is there any vacancy in the class? Where can I sit?"

"Empty seats, there are indeed..." Several people looked at the gloomy corner together.

——Actually, the location by the window is very good. Although it is next to the trash can, the bucket is clean and has no smell. on the table.

There is a fallen leaf on the table.

"Why don't we help you move the desk, that person... is not easy to get in touch with." A male student wearing glasses smiled bitterly, and said that he was about to move the empty desk to the other row at the end , and several classmates also went up to help immediately.

Fang Cheng frowned calmly, stepped forward and pressed down on the table, and put his schoolbag on the seat, "Forget it, I can just sit here."

Several people looked at each other, and the boy with glasses had no choice but to say, "Then you can change it at any time if you want to."

"Okay, thank you."

His deskmate was a fat boy with long hair and lowered head. Looking from the side, he looked like an artist living on the street.

Fang Cheng put his things away, and asked him softly, "Student, do you know congratulations..."

The fat classmate raised his head, those pine-colored icy pupils captured all his mind by surprise.

"What?" The wind in the forest in the dark night was clear and heavy, with particles of floating dust.

Fang Cheng opened his mouth, as if he was hit head-on by a truck, his mind went blank, and he was speechless.

Have you ever seen the water of the Dead Pool?There is no water inlet or outlet, and the bottom of the pool is covered with moss, and even the wind and grass can't bring the slightest ripples.

It was He Yan's eyes at this time.

After a moment of blankness in the brain, Fang Cheng's internal organs were throbbing, as if he had been taken out by a murderer, fried in an oil pan, and stuffed back into his body. The strings in his brain were being caught by his eyes. All the details are severely dialed.

He Yan's hair is messy and dull, with yellow ends. It doesn't use the same set of genes as the ink-like black hair in his previous life. He is malnourished at a glance-but he has grown a soft flesh.There are thick dark circles under his eyes, his face is pale, and his lips are chapped and dull.

Lack of food, drink, sleep and endocrine disorders.When Zhao Jinghua was sick in her previous life, she couldn't eat and couldn't sleep because of the pain. This is also the same mental outlook.

In just one second of sluggishness, he was about to collapse from the stimulation of the collected information.

He suddenly thought of something, grabbed He Yan's hand suddenly, and rolled up the sleeve of his school uniform. There were three hideous wounds lying on his wrist, one of which hadn't healed yet, and fresh blood oozes from the gap of the blood scab. , Brilliant red liquid.

An angry look flashed across He Yan's eyes, he swung Fang Cheng's hand away forcefully, frowned, and stared at him forcefully.

Fang Cheng thought he would at least be scolded by him, but after only two seconds, He Yan's desire to live was like a puff of smoke, floating in the air.

He turned back expressionlessly, propped his chin with his injured hand, looked out the window, and turned into a sculpture again.

Fang Cheng gasped for breath, and stretched out his arms to touch the figure against the light. The uncontrollable pain in his heart turned into obvious trembling in his body. His movements were extremely light and slow, for fear of disturbing the fragile, separated A space-time soul.

"Alright, students, class is about to begin!" Gao Yuan entered the class and went to the podium, "Has the monitor returned with the books?"

A boy shouted from below: "Not yet."

"Okay, let's not wait for them now, come and meet the new students in our class."

Gao Yuan Fang Cheng made a gesture of standing up, he could only sigh and get angry, stood up and introduced himself.

The atmosphere in Class [-] is actually very good. The class teacher Gao Yuan not only has a baby face, but also has a young personality. She treats her classmates as friends and can take jokes.

Fang Chengjin has only been in this class for more than an hour, and he has already felt the friendly atmosphere between teachers and students.

However, in such a class, He Yan was so out of place, as if he was in another dimension, and what everyone saw was just a projection.

Gao Yuan teaches physics, and her class starts after self-study. After class, she asked the class representative to move the homework to the office, and hooked Fang Cheng, "The new handsome guy, come out with me."

"Okay." Before Fang Cheng turned around, he glanced at He Yan from the corner of his eye. He was staring at a typical analysis problem that Gao Yuan had just given in a daze.

Only one side of the senior one teaching building has classrooms, and the shaded north side is a whole row of windows.It's February, and although it can be regarded as early spring, the cold air in the north is still very penetrating.

Gao Yuan didn't wear a coat, shivered coldly, and rubbed against the side of the corridor, "Fang Cheng, are you friends with He Yang?"

Fang Cheng said: "Yes, my childhood friend, I guess he has forgotten me."

She nodded, and after thinking for a while, she said, "That's right, as you can see, He Yan's personality may be different from everyone else's now, a bit withdrawn and not very gregarious. Last semester, our classmates followed each other next to each other. He failed to strike up a conversation, and over time, everyone didn't want to talk to him. It wasn't us who isolated him, but he isolated us. He Yan's grades are very good, and his brain is clear, but the state of his heart is really worrying. You are him Little friend, would you like to help him?"

After a class of observation, Fang Cheng also found that something was wrong with He Yang.

In his previous life, He Cheng was always gentle and gentle to his friends and colleagues.Although sometimes his smile can't reach his eyes, but at least on the surface he always maintains a gentleman's demeanor.

Even if his personality was different when he was a teenager, Fang Cheng thought that at most it was just timidity and withdrawnness caused by his miserable childhood.

But he never expected that the 16-year-old He Yan was not only autistic and decadent, but also lifeless and suicidal.

"He Yan's parents are gone, no one speaks at home, and he doesn't say a word at school, it will be suffocated, the teacher hopes you can help him integrate into the group."

Gao Yuan's brows frowned, and the small fine lines finally let people see that she was indeed a woman who was going for four, "Of course, I'm not forcing you, you can give up at any time if you want, but the teacher really doesn't want He Yan to continue Continue like this."

Fang Cheng nodded heavily, lowering his eyes, rather than responding to her, he seemed to be talking to himself: "I won't give up."

Gao Yuan smiled and patted his arm, "Thank you, come to the teacher if you have any questions. Go back, it's cold outside."

He returned to the class thoughtfully, looking at He Yan's back.The light from the window had shifted from the table to his back, making the white school uniform a bit dazzling.