Rebirth: The Gold Master Cultivation Program

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Fortunately, He Yan walked slowly, and when Fang Cheng chased him out, he happened to see him turn around the long street at the school gate and enter an alley.

During Fang Cheng's winter vacation, he looked around here, remembering that there were many forks in that alley, so he couldn't help speeding up his pace, lest He Yang enter a fork and can't find it.

However, as soon as he turned in, he saw He Yan's tall back under the orange streetlights, and a boy who was not as tall as his shoulders stood in front of him.

The boy looked about thirteen or fourteen years old, with a short shaved head, and a ferocious look on his face besides his childish milkiness. He stretched out his palms and hooked in front of He Yan, "Hurry up, don't dawdle."

He Yan's expression was calm, without any disturbance, he raised his leg and brushed past him.

The inch-cut man felt that he was being ignored, and became angry from embarrassment. He clenched his fist and waved towards He Cheng.

Fang Cheng looked frightened and rushed forward, but he was still a step too late.

He Yan was caught off guard and staggered, holding on to the street lamp and coughing violently.The inch-cut man snorted coldly, "This is what happens if you don't give it up, sensible... Ah! Who the hell attacked me! Hiss!"

Fang Cheng exhausted all his strength to push him away. After all, he was a big guy, and he pushed the small cropped man to the ground. The moment his buttocks touched the ground, there was a solid, muffled sound. pain.

Fang Cheng didn't have time to take care of it, and went to He Yan's side and patted his back lightly, "Are you okay? Does it still hurt?"

He Yan's cough gradually calmed down, his whole face was flushed, and there were physiological tears at the end of his eyes. He wiped his lips with the back of his hand, and turned to ask the short-haired man, "Did your mother ask you to come?"

The inch-headed man just got up from the ground and was about to rush up to fight Fang Cheng with his fists in his hands, but was interrupted by a sudden question, "Ah? No. Wait, you want to tell my mom? How old are you to play?" This set?"

He Yan stared at him coldly, his eyes were like a lone wolf in the dark night, gloomy and gloomy.He unconsciously let go of his attacking stance, took half a step back very slightly, and seemed ashamed of his own cowardice, bit the bullet, blushed and said harshly: "Even if you tell her it's useless! No one Take care of you."

Fang Cheng stared at him viciously, pointing at himself: "Aren't I in charge? Are you ignoring me?"

The inch-cut man: "You, what are you, your small body is not enough for my fist."

Fang Cheng glanced at his butt that had just had intimate contact with Mother Earth.The harm is not high and the insult is strong. The inch-cut man's eyes showed a fierce look: "That's your sneak attack, it's kind of a frontal fight!"

Fang Cheng spat at him on the spot, "Bah! Didn't you also sneak attack on He Yan?"

"So what, he's an orphan with no parents, no one cares if I kill him!"

Fang Cheng collected his expression, his air pressure became low, and he punched him in the face without saying a single extra word.

The inch-cut man fought back not to be outdone, and the two scuffled together.

Fang Cheng doesn't know how to fight, he's always been a good boy, but he can't tolerate others putting He Yan in the same situation as in his previous life, where he punches and kicks the opponent purely by instinct.

He Yan didn't expect that he would actually fight with a kid. The part of his brain responsible for emotions hadn't turned for a long time, and it was only at this time that he realized it, and stepped forward to separate the two of them with his tall body. open.

The corner of Fang Cheng's mouth was broken and blood oozes. Standing behind He Yan and looking at his back, he couldn't help but think of all the tender moments when they were together in the previous life.

He Yan frowned, his eyes darkened, the corners of his mouth were flat, and he said a word to the inch-cut man: "Get lost.

The inch-cut man thought of something, and his face turned pale with shock. He obviously dared to punch him just now, but now he stammered and left a cruel sentence: "You, you wait!" Then he ran away like a shit.

He Yuan turned his head to look at Fang Cheng with the same expression, and there were two tears on the face of the Qingjuan boy, he immediately suppressed the words he wanted to say, and choked his throat: "How are you? "

Fang Cheng suddenly felt more pain in his body. He pursed his mouth, hugged his arms weakly, and said aggrievedly: "It hurts so much. I can't walk."

He Yan's eyes were a little confused, people who treat him well will never have good results, he already knew that.

But it was the first time someone acted like a baby to him after he was injured. He was at a loss for a moment and didn't know how to deal with it.

This kind of expression just dispelled the dead air that had been lingering on him.

A little flower bloomed in Fang Cheng's heart, and the corners of his mouth cocked up secretly, and when he raised his head, he wanted to cry even more: "I can't go home like this, can I go to your house to deal with it first?" ?”

He Yan was silent for a moment, then finally nodded, "Yes."

Worth it!

Even if you get beaten up today, it's worth it!

The villain in Fang Cheng's heart was spinning wildly and throwing flowers, but on the surface he still looked weak and aggrieved.

He Yan's home is on the first floor of an old building in the community at the next intersection.

As soon as he entered, Fang Cheng was stunned—the living room, which was half the size of a classroom, had nothing but a TV cabinet.

The white walls and ceiling were stained with black smoke and dust. Judging from the shape of the smoke, it should be caused by a fire. The floor is made of milky white tiles, which have been cleaned very cleanly; the lampshade above the head is also smoky. It was grey, and the lights were extremely dim, not as bright as the streetlights coming from outside.

He Yan casually put the key on the shoe cabinet at the door, Fang Cheng glanced at it hastily, and even the side of the shoe cabinet was burnt.The room is two bedrooms and one living room, because it is too empty, it looks very big.

He Yan took him to his bedroom, and there was finally a chair that could sit on the desk inside.

Fang Cheng put the schoolbag on it and looked around, except for the necessary bed, desk and wardrobe, there was still nothing extra.

But the remaining furniture and the hard decoration of the house can be seen, the family's previous living standard should not be bad.

Fang Cheng only knew that He Yang was adopted after he came out of the orphanage, but he didn't know what happened after the adoption. Gao Yuan said that He Yan was the only one at home now, so what about his adoptive parents?

Could it be that the fire...

He Yan pointed to a frosted glass door, "Bathroom, go wash it."

"Ah, oh." Fang Cheng recovered from his thoughts, and went to the bathroom to clean the wound briefly.

When he came out, He Yan had already prepared a small medicine box, which was full, including Band-Aids, iodophor, alcohol swabs, and various emergency medicines. They were neatly placed, as can be seen from the white unopened box. All new.

Thinking that He Yang would not prepare it by himself, who else could help him like this?

Only then did Fang Cheng realize that he knew nothing about He Yang, so he transferred to another school with enthusiasm, vowing to save this poor, unloved creature.

But does he really need it?

He didn't have himself in his previous life, didn't he live to be in his 20s?

I just have to wait until the day he commits suicide to stop him, okay?

One question after another came to mind. Fang Cheng was overwhelmed by the huge amount of information from He Yan's family.

He Cheng picked up a cotton swab, hesitating between alcohol and iodophor.

Fang Cheng's gaze swept over his face, half of those clear eyes were covered by half-down eyelashes, the other half was reading the description on the bottle, the calm look made his chaotic thoughts gradually settle down.

Can't be shaken, I should come.

The blood scab on He Yan's wrist had already fallen off, leaving light-colored scars, and Fang Cheng knew that these scars would accompany him throughout his life.

This is what it means to be born again.

Fang Cheng picked up iodophor, "Use this."

He Yan glanced at him indifferently, then stuffed the cotton swab into his hand, "You do it yourself."

Fang Cheng curled his lips, and the next second tears came, "My arm is also injured, and it hurts when I move it, please help me."

He knows exactly which way He Yan is going. Even if his personality is very different from his ten years later, they are the same person after all, and the cuteness deep in their personality is indeed not so easy to change.

Sure enough, a trace of impatience flashed in He Yan's eyes, but he still took the iodophor with a cotton swab, and gently applied it on the red and swollen wound on his arm.

"Who was that kid just now? Why stop you?"

He Yan said indifferently: "The son of the adoptive father and younger sister asked me for money."

Fang Cheng said "Oh", secretly observed his facial expression, and asked tentatively, "Where are your adoptive parents?"

He Yan didn't have any special reaction, "One died, and the other went to jail."

He said it with a flat face, just like talking about the good weather today.

——That's not right, He Yan doesn't even talk about the weather with people.

Fang Cheng didn't ask any more questions, he puffed up one cheek and stretched out to He Yang, and said vaguely: "The corner of the mouth is also injured."

He Yan changed a cotton swab, and the moment he raised his eyes, Fang Cheng's obsidian-like pupils crashed into his eyes, like a shooting star from outside the sky falling into a calm shallow pool, splashing a huge splash, and slowly sinking into his eyes. After Tan Di, he quickly regained his composure.

Fang Cheng is a very beautiful teenager, with long and thin eyelashes, black and bright pupils, a small and pointed nose, a milky white complexion, bright lips, but because the corner of the jaw is clear and smooth, even though he is always milky and coquettish , but it doesn't look sissy.

He Cheng rolled his Adam's apple, threw away the unused cotton swab, replaced it with a new one, took a deep breath through the movement, and then changed into that habitual smelly face again.

The gentleness in the past life is unchanging, so it is fake; the bad face in this life is also unchanging, so it is also fake.

So what is the real you like?

Fang Cheng wanted to purse his lips subconsciously, but was stared back by He Yan's cold warning eyes.

A few more flowers bloomed in the bottom of my heart, Fang Cheng was secretly happy.

After treating the wound, Fang Cheng took out the paper and gave it to him, "I sent you the paper after you left."

"Thank you."

Fang Cheng raised his eyebrows, noticing a slight change in He Cheng's attitude.If He Yan was regarded as a strategy game, then the transfer began. After nearly a month, he finally found the "Start" button.

He chased after the victory, looking at He Yan with bright eyes: "Can I do my homework with you here? My house is quite noisy, so I can't concentrate."

He Yan was slowly packing up the medicine box, but when he heard this, he paused, his pale lips moved, as if he was struggling in his heart, and after a while, he let out a low hum, the sound was softer than the friction between clothes.

But Fang Cheng still heard it, he burst into a bright smile, couldn't help stretching out his hand to pinch the milk fat that he had coveted for many days, "Thank you!"

He Yan frowned, lowered his eyelids and turned his head to avoid it, his voice became stiff again: "Don't touch."

Fang Cheng chuckled, took out his phone and told his family to come back later, then obediently took out the paper and sat down at the table to write.

There are not many questions on the paper, so there are only ten questions to fill in the blanks.He Yan sat by the bed, holding the paper in one hand, and wrote an answer at a glance, which was completed in more than ten minutes, while Fang Cheng was only halfway through writing and drawing with the draft paper.

It's not that the question is difficult, but that he is restless.

——He Yan's adoptive parents are not here, so what is his source of income?

——I usually eat at school, does he cook by himself when he is at home on weekends?

——The house is so simple, the cleaning products in the bathroom are only a piece of original soap except toothpaste, has he been muddling along like this?

——There are no long objects in the house, and the doors of every room are open, which means that he has already suffered from claustrophobia and rod phobia. So in such a room with only one headlight, can he sleep soundly?

"If you're distracted here, you might as well go home quickly."

In the quiet room, He Yan's voice suddenly sounded, very cold and unkind.

Fang Cheng shrank his shoulders, pointed at the roll with the tip of the pen in a daze, "I don't know how. How about you teach me?"

He Yan: "These are typical example questions, and the teacher taught them in class."

Fang Cheng felt that there was something wrong with his tone, and when he looked up, the other party looked at him brightly and wrote the question "Are you a fool?"

Fang Cheng: "...Okay, give me another 10 minutes."

Ten minutes later, Fang Cheng packed his schoolbag, glanced at his bed, and asked absently, "Do you have a cell phone?"

He Yan: "No."

"Okay, then I'll come and go to school with you tomorrow. My house is not far away, so let's drop by."

Without waiting for He Yan to answer, he put his schoolbag on his back and ran out the door: "Bye bye~"

Fang Cheng's house is on the south side of the school, and He Yan's house is on the east side of the school. Although they are not far away, it is a bit far-fetched to say that they are going along the way.

But Fang Cheng got up early the next day, knocked on the door of He Yang's house first, waited for him to come out rubbing his chicken coop head, and handed him a box of milk and an egg: "My mother forced it to me, I will give it to you." If you don’t want to eat, help me.”

He Cheng frowned habitually, and felt a soft coolness between his brows in the next second.

Fang Cheng rubbed the creases between his brows away with his fingertips, "Why are you always frowning at such a young age, you need to change it!"

He Yan tilted his head to avoid it, and returned the milk and eggs in his hand, "Don't eat."

Fang Cheng touched his belly and begged: "Please! I have already eaten egg pancakes at home, and my mother insists on letting me eat more. I really can't eat any more."

"Then throw it away."

"That's too wasteful! Are you worthy of the farmer uncle's hard work?"

Fang Cheng pushed him back into the room, "Okay, wash up quickly, it's running out of time."

He Yan had no choice but to accept forced feeding.

He was washing up in the bathroom, while Fang Cheng was in the living room thinking about what the family lacked.The walls must be repainted, buy a sofa and carpet, and then a projector, the lights need to be changed, the curtains in the bedroom need to be changed, and daily necessities are ready...

There are so many things to buy, it seems to find a way to make some money.

Fang Cheng didn't expect that in his previous life, He Yang took care of him, but in this life it's the other way around.

A gold master development game?Not bad either.

The two went to school together, and attracted attention as soon as they entered the class, and the students all looked sideways in surprise.

Xiao Xiaoxing took the lead in applauding: "Congratulations to our Fang Chengcheng for keeping the clouds open and the moon shining! Today, Master Xueba went to school together!"

The girl at the right table was named Liu Sijia, and she also came up to Fang Cheng and winked: "What's going on? Are you getting better all of a sudden?"

Fang Cheng chuckled, and put a finger between his lips at the classmate who stepped forward, "Don't make noise, don't make noise, and go to school on the way."

He Yan turned a blind eye to this, sat on his seat and opened the book casually as usual.

Fang Cheng picked up the water glass, glanced at the empty glass on his desk, and tried to ask, "Shall I fetch water for you?"

He Yan glanced at him indifferently, got up without saying a word, picked up the cup, took Fang Cheng's cup with him by the way, and left the class.

Xiao Xiaoxing and Liu Sijia immediately gathered around: "What happened? Why is he suddenly willing to contact you?"

Fang Cheng wanted his classmates to befriend He Yang more, so he said, "Kung fu pays off, I've been clinging to him for so long."

Another black-skinned boy came over and said, "I also sat at the same table with him for half a month last semester, but he kept ignoring me and I ignored him. Could it be that I didn't persist long enough?"

Liu Sijia nodded thoughtfully, "It's possible, after all, no one in our class has persisted for more than a week... Then he is too slow! Who can stand a person like him!"

Xiao Xiaoxing raised his eyebrows at Fang Cheng: "He can bear it."

Fang Cheng speculated reasonably: "Maybe it's because I'm good-looking?"

"Cut~" Several people rolled their eyes at the same time, seeing He Yan coming in from the back door from the corner of their eyes, they returned to their seats one after another.