Rebirth: The Gold Master Cultivation Program

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Fang Cheng took out the key, and before he could insert it into the lock, he heard a painful moan from inside the door.

The dark room is like an abyss, and the demon hovering at the bottom of the abyss is whispering.Without any hesitation, he opened the door and threw his schoolbag on the ground before rushing in.

A man as big as He Yan was curled up on the bed like a sick kitten, with his eyes closed and the corners of his mouth straight, as if he was trying his best to endure the pain of a boulder crushing his body.

The night light beside the bed was still pasted with the Ping An Fu that Fang Cheng had made casually at first, and the red cardboard blocked most of the light, but the faint light revealed could still clearly illuminate the blue veins on his forehead.

Fang Cheng didn't dare to wake him up. He took off his coat and lay down beside him. He only put his hand over and slipped into his palm.

However, in the next second, He Yan opened his eyes suddenly like a wild animal that was awakened suddenly.He turned his head sideways, and Fang Cheng's panicked and pale face was reflected in his pupils.

"Chengcheng..." The voice poured out like a dream, and He Yan clenched his hand tightly, turning over.

Fang Cheng hadn't figured out whether this person was awake or not, the tall shadow was pressed down, the surrounding atmosphere seemed to be evacuated, and only the atmosphere that belonged to He Yang filled every cell of him.

The moment his lips touched, Fang Cheng only felt that he smelled good, and then his lips were so soft.

He Yan didn't give him many chances to experience it, and quickly stretched out the warm and moist tip of his tongue, prying open his teeth, with the domineering way of invading the city and plundering the land, like a tiger that has only been hungry for three days. As if filling his stomach first and then tasting slowly, after sweeping everything in his mouth, he licked it inch by inch.

Fang Cheng seemed to light a fire all over his body, and the articulate teeth that were in contact with each other at a negative distance were the source of the lead wire. Every trace of mucus exchanged was a glass of wine poured on the lead wire to make it burn more vigorously and intensely.Straight up to the brain, down to the tailbone, this lead leads to the strong love of the teenagers, making their bodies hot and trembling.

Even after losing weight, He Yan's shoulders were still broad. He pressed on Fang Cheng's body, his arms passed through the gap under his neck, and hugged him tightly.But He Chen seemed to feel that it was not enough, doubts floated in his dark eyes for a moment, he rubbed Fang Cheng's lower lip lightly with his teeth, and then moved away slightly...

Fang Cheng thought that he was about to wake up and that he was about to be kicked out again, but He Yan raised his long arm, took off his only thin T-shirt to his elbow, pressed it on top of his head, and lowered his head down again.

His kiss landed on the artery in his neck, his hot breath burned his skin, every gasp seemed to stimulate him with a weak electric current, Fang Cheng even curled up on his toes unconsciously.

The night sky is very quiet, the world is barren and dark, only the rising and falling dust under the street lamps can show that time is still flowing.

In the small room, two young bodies were entangled with each other, and the sound of rapid panting filled the space with ambiguity. Every inch of the body's skin was tightly attached to each other, and it seemed that even the friction force disappeared.

Fang Cheng opened his eyes, the white ceiling was illuminated red by the lights of Pinganfu, and on his body was the man he had been lusting after for two lifetimes.

Everything I have is for you if you want it.

"Chengcheng..." He Yan whimpered, his hand had already reached a restricted area, Fang Cheng even straightened his waist slightly for his convenience.

But he stopped.

The night was hazy and his eyes were blurred. He couldn't tell whether it was reality or a dream. The other party's breath was like the best drug, eroding him from all directions.

He Yan kissed his lips again, with a long tongue straight in, rolled up the tip of the other tongue and danced together.

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In the morning, Fang Cheng woke up from a deep sleep. He was stripped naked last night, and He Yan put a short sleeve on him at some point.There was no one in the house, and the clock on the wall pointed to nine.

Fortunately, today is Saturday.

Fang Cheng put on his clothes and got up, took out his mobile phone from his schoolbag and called He Yang, who hung up quickly, and then sent a message via WeChat:

[He Guaiguai: I have an appointment to study, so you should go home first. 】

[Seeking the unknown: Can I wait for you here? 】

[He Guaiguai: Go back. 】

【For the unknown: Is it Xu Quan】

After a long time, He Yan replied: [He Guaiguai: Yes. 】

Fang Cheng turned on the phone camera, peeled off his collar to look at the hickey marks on his neck, took a picture and sent it to He Yan, and turned to look inside the house.

Obviously, when he was away, He Yan just muddled through, the kitchen didn't have any signs of use, if the microwave oven door wasn't open, he would have thought that He Yan had been drinking dew for the past few weekends.

The food in the refrigerator is almost gone, there is some takeaway garbage at the door, the table is in a mess, and there are various rolls crumpled into paper balls on the floor.

The only clean place is the corner of the desktop where Fang Cheng used to draw.

Fang Cheng helped him tidy up the house, ordered new food to add to the refrigerator, changed the sheets and quilts, and washed the dirty clothes before picking up his schoolbag and garbage and leaving.

The schoolbag was also empty, and he thought he could stay here for a weekend.

When they got home, Fang Zhiming and Zhao Jinghua had already woken up. When Fang Cheng came back, Zhao Jinghua raised his eyebrows coldly: "Where did you go in the middle of the night?!"

"He Yanna." Fang Cheng sat paralyzed on the sofa, feeling that he had no strength anywhere. He saw the two of them dressed neatly, and asked casually, "Are you going out?"

Fang Zhiming hummed: "Take your mother for a physical examination, didn't you say she might be sick?"

Fang Cheng nodded: "Alright."

Zhao Jinghua hasn't gone out with her husband for a long time, and her whole face looks radiant: "We plan to go on a trip on November [-]st, you pick where you want to go, and make a strategy."

"it is good."

As soon as the couple went out, Fang Cheng was so hungry that he went to the kitchen to cook a bowl of instant noodles, and while eating, he thought about how to deal with He Cheng.

That's right, it's dealing with it.

He Yan is a kind of dark and self-closing person, besides him, he basically has no friends, maybe there is Xu Quan now, but Xu Quan is really a person he can't like... and maybe the suicide of Mr. It has something to do with his feelings for Xu Quan.

Fang Cheng didn't want the two of them to get too close.

Is there any way to make He Yan voluntarily stay away from Xu Quan...

He touched the hickey on his neck covered by the Band-Aid, racked his brains, and finally came up with a bad idea.

When school started on Monday, the class was discussing where to go during the National Day holiday. Fang Chengyi changed his depression of the past few days and handed He Yang breakfast with a smile on his face.

He Yan glanced at his neck and quickly looked away: "In a good mood?"

Fang Cheng nodded heavily, and smiled: "Yeah!"

Infected by his smile, He Yan also relaxed a little: "What's the good thing?"

"During the [-]th holiday, I will go on a trip with my parents, to the prairie."

"Have fun."

"Of course, I haven't been to the prairie yet." Fang Cheng took out his phone and showed him the backstage of the author of "Falling Feather", "It seems that the cosplayers in Aachen in the comic exhibition last time became popular. Seeing that there are many more people reading comics, and you made a lot of money last month, you can have more pocket money."

He Yan hooked the corners of his lips: "Thank you, boss."

"It's easy to say." Fang Cheng's voice changed, as if purely curious: "By the way, I heard that Xu Quan came back from abroad. Do you know which country it is from?"

He thought for a while: "European countries."

"That's it!" Fang Chengyi clapped his hands, and said happily: "The next main line of "Falling Feathers" I want to draw a story set in the European Middle Ages, so I can ask him for advice."

He Yan mercilessly exposed him: "He didn't study in the Middle Ages, wouldn't it be better for you to check the information?"

"It's not the same. He has lived there and knows more about the culture and customs there." Fang Cheng looked naive, "Aren't you preparing for the Olympiad every noon and three nights? Can I go there together?"

He Yan said helplessly: "Yes, but there are a few other people besides the two of us, so don't disturb them."

"it is good!"

After lunch, Fang Cheng went to the school canteen to buy some snacks, and went to the second floor of the library with He Yan. This is the borrowing room, with several long rows of bookshelves, tables and chairs.

Xu Quan had already arrived first, and was bored reading idle books on the table.

Fang Cheng greeted him first, and looked around: "Didn't you say there are others?"

Xu Quan smiled and said: "It's just the two of us at noon, and there are more people in the three nights."

"That's it." Fang Cheng gave him the snacks, imitating his appearance and smirking: "I bought it for you, and I want to learn about the outside world with you later."

He was not polite, and took out a bag of Myrisu from the snack bag: "Okay, I know everything."

Most of the learning between He Yan and Xu Quan was the former asking questions and the latter answering, and there were some things Xu Quan couldn't answer, so they read books and looked up information together, not to mention a tacit understanding, at least they could see that the rhythm was really in tune.

Fang Cheng only looked at it for a while, and felt that he drank a jar of vinegar.

The lunch break in No. 10 Middle School lasted nearly two hours, and they studied for [-] minutes. He Yan collected the books, found a few European medieval history books from the bookshelf, and gave them to Fang Cheng, "Return the books within two weeks."

Fang Cheng put it away: "Oh." Turning to Xu Quan: "Which country did you go to school in before? Can you tell me about its characteristics?"

"I used to live in Switzerland. The scenery is very beautiful. It is unbelievably beautiful all year round, especially when it snows, the snow can be as thick as a calf..." Although he lived abroad since he was a child, he is very good at Chinese, and sometimes he can't speak well. When it comes to Carton, Fang Cheng will remind him.

Fang Cheng was very charming when he was painting. He Yang knew this for a long time, but it was the first time he knew that Fang Cheng could listen to stories so seriously. He didn't even pay attention to class as he does now. Where there is inspiration, I will use notes to write it down.

He licked his lips and decided to write another question.

In the third night, all the students who were preparing for the Olympiad gathered in the empty classroom on the first floor. He Yan was preparing for the Informatics Olympiad. There were only four or five people in the classroom. The students summarize the topic types.

Shuyun No. [-] Middle School was still preparing for the competition in the first year, so many facilities, including the teaching staff, were not up to date, and the students had no complaints. After all, they hadn't prepared for a long time, and they just ran with them to prepare for the next year's competition.

He Yan and Xu Quan are the best learners among several classmates, so from time to time, people will come to ask them questions.

Fang Cheng was sitting in the last row, drawing on the draft paper he picked up from He Jiao.Most of the paintings are He Yang, he who wrote the topic, he who thought, he who gave the topic...every picture is so good that it can be directly used for modeling.

Xu Quan turned his head, smiled at Fang Cheng, and then sat down next to He Yang with a paper, almost putting his head together, discussing in a low voice.