Rebirth: The Gold Master Cultivation Program

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After getting off the subway, He Cheng didn't feel any better.

The two boys holding hands are too eye-catching. Although the two of them are only close, and their fingers are intertwined and hidden in the long sleeves of their jackets, girls still look at them from time to time.

Fang Cheng tried to discuss with him: "Why don't we separate when we are outside."

"I don't want to." He Yan frowned, and his hands tightened.

Fang Cheng: "But it's not good for our relationship to be seen by others, and it can't be like this in school, can we practice it first?"

He Yan didn't answer. The two came out of the subway station and entered the glasses city. He looked up and followed the safety sign hanging on the ceiling to find a safe passage, pushed the door open and pushed Fang Cheng in with his backhand.

Fang Cheng was dazzled by looking at various eyewear shops, and was suddenly taken to an empty passageway. Before he could react, He Yan's tall figure pressed down.

He held Fang Cheng's lips and sucked, the tip of his tongue pried open the gap between his lips, hooked the other's tongue and stirred, his warm breath intertwined, his eyes met, one pair was as deep and penetrating as the night but calm and gentle, the other pair was like Crystal-clear and smooth but full of stormy waves. (Don’t lock above the neck┭﹏┭)

The two looked at each other for a while, and He Yan gradually calmed down.

He rubbed his temples and said in a deep voice, "Sorry."

Fang Cheng giggled, pinched his cheek, and his annoyed expression looked a little funny, "It's okay, as long as no one sees it."

He Yan lowered his eyes, wiped the wetness on his lips, but couldn't help but imprinted on it.

Fang Cheng held his wrist, "Okay, let's go out."

The entire building of Optical City is a shop for glasses. Fang Cheng accompanied his friends here in his previous life, but this is the first time in his life.

He mainly chooses good-looking spectacle frames. Black frames are ordinary and can be seen everywhere. He likes the gold-rimmed ones very much, but they are not suitable for his current age. After searching door to door for a long time, he finally found a transparent thick frame, which is full of fashion sense. I don't know if people at this time can appreciate it.

So he put it on excitedly and showed it to He Yan, "Does it look good?"

He Yan raised his hand and took it off, "Ugly."

"...Then you pick one for me."

He Yan glanced into the counter, pointed to a round-frame gay guy Zi, "This one."

Fang Cheng pinched his arm angrily: "Did you do it on purpose! This is really ugly!"

He pursed his lips innocently, "Choose an ordinary black one at will. Who else do you want to show it to?"

"No black, just like Xu Quan's." Xu Quan wears black-rimmed glasses, and He Yan also wore black-rimmed glasses in his previous life, so Fang Chengcai doesn't want to join in the fun.

He Yan pulled his hand over and squeezed it, "You must look the best in it."

Fang Cheng smiled triumphantly: "That's true, let's go, and go to the next one."

After visiting a few more stores, he finally chose a half-wrapped black frame, which was chosen by He Yan. It was barely considered a bad street, so Fang Cheng followed him.

After that, it was optometry and other lenses, which took several hours. The two went to a nearby restaurant for dinner and found a movie theater to watch a movie.

He Yan had never been to a movie theater before. He was afraid of the dark, had no one to accompany him, and had no money.

Now Fang Cheng took his hand, groped into the theater step by step in the dark, found the couple seat where they were connected together, and sat down comfortably with his arm in his arms.

The movie had just started, and the advertisement was still playing. Fang Cheng lowered his voice to his ear, and deliberately sprayed his breath on the tip of his sensitive ear: "Are you afraid of the dark?"

The lover's seat is like a small sofa. The protrusions on both sides of the back of the chair can block the sight of others. He Yan pressed the back of his head and pressed towards him. .”

Fang Cheng licked his lips, the light on the screen flickered for a moment, he was shaken to close his eyes, and the breath in his mouth was once again occupied by someone. (above the neck)

After a while, he beat He Yan's chest, panting lightly: "Wait... wait..."

He Yan let go of him, his eyes in the dark were somewhat puzzled.

Fang Cheng leaned back to avoid him, "Are you here to watch a movie or to engage in pornography?"

He Yan blinked and was very honest: "The latter."

"...No." Fang Cheng shrank to the farthest side and sat down, "There is surveillance. Although others cannot see it, the people in the surveillance room can see it clearly."

He Yan obviously didn't think about this issue. He glanced to the side of the giant screen, and sure enough, he saw several cameras whose edges were faintly illuminated by fluorescent light.

He pondered for a moment, then stretched out his hand to put the hood on the back of Fang Chengwei's clothes, "I won't be afraid if I cover my face."

"..." Fang Cheng was speechless, and he was convinced by this brain circuit.

He Yan grabbed the sides of his hat, pulled him back with all his strength, and put his face into the hat: "It's just right, you can only see me."

Breathing was covered again, Fang Cheng felt that his lips might be swollen into hot dog intestines.

The nearly two-hour movie finally ended, and the two walked out of the movie theater one after the other, one exhausted and the other in high spirits.He Yan turned around and wanted to pull him to his side, but Fang Cheng quickly dodged him: "Stay away from me!"

He Yan was very innocent: "Why?"

"You still have the guts to ask!" Fang Cheng blushed, dropped him and walked away quickly.

The two took their glasses and returned the same way. When they came out of the subway station, it was already evening.The subway station was still some distance away from their hut. Fang Cheng wanted to take a taxi, but He Yan stopped him: "Let's walk."

The orange-red sunset fell on the young man's shoulders, and they walked forward slowly, looking forward to the future being so peaceful and peaceful forever.

He Yan's possessiveness is more serious than Fang Cheng imagined.

At the start of school this time, he no longer dared to have any physical contact with other students, and kept a safe distance of at least [-] centimeters in his daily communication.

In this case, he originally thought that even if He Yan couldn't cover it up as well as before the showdown, the hook-up between the two could still be explained under the cover of the title of "good buddy".

But who knew that He Yan didn't follow the script at all.

Maybe it was the open self-analysis that broke his self-control. Even when Fang Cheng said a few more words to the teacher, he would feel a little bored in his eyes.

This was no ordinary jealousy, and Fang Cheng even thought it might be a disease.

But the first test of the Olympiad is coming soon, so he can only follow the ancestors who are waiting for the test.

During the holiday, the school invited two seniors who had previous experience in competitions to help with the class. All the candidates who took part in the preliminary examination can skip the evening self-study during this period, and go to the two empty classrooms on the first floor to participate in the unified temporary cramming .

It doesn't matter whether He Cheng participated or not before, because the previous teacher didn't have much in his stomach, but this time the training must follow. After all, these two seniors were the big bosses who won awards and recommended.

So the evening self-study became the only time Fang Cheng could "let the wind" in the whole day. After all, even if he loved He Yan to death, more than half of the 24 hours a day were under his surveillance, how much It's rare to be out of breath.

He has to correct his bad smell.

Just wait for him after the game!

After the first self-study get out of class was over, Fang Cheng rubbed his sore waist after sitting for a whole day, and got up to move around.

Wang Sijia sat down on the chair and looked at him with one hand on his chin, "Is "Falling Feather" coming to an end?"

Fang Cheng replied while doing body turning exercises: "Anyway, I have finished drawing the finale after saving the manuscript, and it may take two months to update."

"Two months, eight episodes." Her eyes lit up: "Any extra episodes?"

"What kind of extra episodes do you want to watch?" Fang Cheng really thought about drawing some extra episodes, but he didn't think about the subject matter.

Wang Sijia snapped her fingers and said, "It's the sweet kind! Candy, cp's married life?"

Fang Cheng didn't know whether to laugh or cry, "It's been said that it's pure friendship."

"Who made you paint so passionately?"

"I...!" There's no way, "Falling Feather" in the previous life was a game, and his comics were originally a second adaptation, and more or less the author's emotions were mixed into it. Fang Cheng also tried to straighten the two of them. , but there are too many people who are addicted to cp, and he has no power to do so.