Rebirth: The Gold Master Cultivation Program

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Fang Cheng didn't expect Xu Quan's pursuit to be so vigorous.

Chocolate is just the beginning, and every day after that, he will always find some excuses to show his hospitality to He Cheng.Sometimes it is to bring some food, sometimes it is a few contest questions with clear ideas, and sometimes it is just to stop by and say hello.

The recess that He Yan originally used to catch up on sleep was taken up, one or two days was fine, but after a long time, he couldn't help complaining to Fang Cheng: "I'm so sleepy, I hope he won't come in the next recess."

Fang Cheng couldn't help laughing, "Then tell him directly."

"..." He Yan yelled, and gave him the milk that he couldn't afford to accept, "What if there is a problem next class."

Chunchun treats Xu Quan as a tool.

This is a little bad, Fang Cheng was planning to educate, when a classmate came at the door and called: "He Yan, the head teacher is looking for you."

He Yan stretched his waist and walked away. Fang Cheng removed the milk straw and inserted it into the box. Chen Yurui in front of him suddenly turned around. He paused while drinking milk, "Here?"

Chen Yurui looked a little annoyed, "He gave it to He Ling."

"Uh, Alder He is lactose intolerant, so I can only drink Shuhua milk." Fang Cheng put down the milk, saw that the little girl was about to cry, and decided to tell the truth and release her, "Actually, I know you With Xu Quan..."

Chen Yurui bit her lower lip, "So what!"

"It's just... Actually, the boy didn't give you a title, maybe he didn't take you seriously from the beginning. Don't be so sad because of the scumbag, it's not worth it."

"That's not true." She blushed slightly, lowered her head and hesitated, and whispered, "He comes to see me in class every day, and he must want to make up with me."

?

Seeing Fang Cheng's bewildered expression, she quickly explained: "He comes over every recess, and keeps walking behind me and talking all the time. He didn't come to me to hint at me. Could it be that he is still chasing He Yan?"

Ah this...

Fang Cheng scratched his hair, not knowing how to refute for a while.

Seeing that he didn't speak, Chen Yurui felt that her intuition made sense: "Even if you guys have a good relationship with each other, you shouldn't cling to each other four or five times a day. He must be trying to get my attention. Then make up with me."

"What if he fell in love with another girl?"

As soon as these words came out, Chen Yurui's tears came down in a flash. She seemed to feel a little ashamed, so she wiped her tears indiscriminately and quickly turned her head and lay down on the table.

After a while, He Yan came back, Fang Cheng looked at him helplessly, his big eyes were pitiful, his cute heart trembled, he took his hand secretly while sitting on the seat, and touched it in the palm of his hand, "What's wrong?"

Fang Cheng curled his lips, glanced at Chen Yurui's back, "It made her cry."

"Oh, that's okay." He Yan didn't know Chen Yurui very well, this woman shed tears at every turn, and she once made Fang Cheng sick, so he didn't like to talk to her very much.

Fang Cheng sighed, "Why did the teacher ask you?"

"Notify me that I have tried it for the first time, hurry up and prepare for the retest." He looked calm, as if saying that breakfast was a bit salty this morning.

On the contrary, Fang Cheng was complacent, and those who didn't know thought he was the one who had passed the first test.

"We're going to dinner this week! Let's celebrate!"

He Yan couldn't help pinching his nose, and smiled indulgently, "Okay." He licked his lower lip, and then said, "The teacher said that if he is recommended, he will have a scholarship."

"How many?"

"District Education Bureau 8, schools 5."

"What the hell? 13 yuan?" Fang Cheng was frightened and let out a Northeast accent, remembering that he had been drawing manga for so long, and he still earned less than 3 yuan. Take 13?

Sure enough, knowledge is wealth.

He Yan hummed, "It's all for you."

The re-examination is scheduled for the last Saturday at the end of November, less than two weeks from now, as the only students who passed the preliminary examination in the Informatics Olympiad of Shuyun No. 1 Middle School, He Yan and another girl named Li Jing were specially approved to No class, 2-to-[-] computer teaching with specially-appointed teachers in the sprint classroom on the first floor.

He Yan brought his laptop to school, and the teacher checked it, only to find that the device did not meet the competition conditions.

In other words, he and Fang Cheng's account will have another huge expenditure.

Although Fang Cheng's comics became popular for a while, there is still about 3000 left over from the fixed monthly expenses.But their food level has also improved, and they have bought a lot of clothes in autumn and winter. Fang Cheng is not willing to buy poor ones for He Yan. A jacket costs four to five hundred, and trousers also cost two to three hundred. There is only [-] yuan in the balance.

He Yan's current computer is only 3998. If you want to buy a better one, [-] is still close.

Fang Cheng was lying on his back on the bed in the rental house, holding his mobile phone directly above his face, looking at the pitiful four-digit number, he was very melancholy: "It would be great if I didn't buy that monitor."

At the beginning, He Yan had a budget of 5000 yuan, but he insisted on allocating [-] yuan to buy a monitor for him, otherwise he might be able to buy a computer that meets the configuration.

"It's my fault that I didn't check the configuration requirements in advance." He Yan sat aside and patted his head, fearing that the phone would hit his face, so he took it and put it aside.

"At that time, I didn't decide to compete. How can I blame you. If you want to blame it, blame me. If you have money, you will buy blindly..." He looked around at this increasingly warm little home, "For example, when I changed the curtains, I knew Just choose a cheap one, you don’t need to buy a small rug and it’s not easy to wash, and the floor lamp is useless as a decoration..."

He Yan squeezed his two chattering mouths like a duckling with his fingers, "I'll kiss you any more."

Fang Cheng squinted his eyes, raised his eyebrows arrogantly, and said vaguely: "If you kiss, whoever is afraid of you."

He Yan let go of him, leaned down and kissed him softly on the forehead, just as he was about to leave, Fang Cheng pulled him down by the collar, imprinted the kiss on his lips with great air, "Kissing the forehead is nothing. "

The corners of He Cheng's lips were raised, showing more and more the gentle and gentle Mr. He's appearance in his previous life, but the former's brows and eyes were bright, while the latter was always smiling, but the smile never reached his eyes.

Sweet is sweet, the problem still needs to be solved.

Fang Cheng sat up from the bed, thought for a while, and said, "Actually, it's only a few hundred yuan short, so it's not impossible to borrow some from my parents...I said it's for your competition, and they will definitely borrow it."

"Is there any money left on the card I gave you for subsistence allowances?"

"Uh...do you remember the seafood buffet we went to eat last week..."

Ok he got it.

He Cheng pondered for a moment, and said, "I'll ask the school tomorrow. If the school doesn't care, I can borrow it from my uncles and aunts." He paused, and hugged Fang Cheng in his arms: "I owe you all, and I will definitely pay you back in the future." .”

Fang Cheng patted him on the back, smelling the same fragrance of laundry detergent from both of them, he was extremely relieved, "Then you have to be my cow and horse for the rest of your life."

"Don't do it," He Yan searched for his lips, "Do it for you."

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In the early morning of the next day, Fang Cheng received a call from Zhao Jinghua. Her tone was a little flustered, "Chengcheng, are you at Xiaohe's?"

"Yes, you worked overtime last night, I told my dad."

"Oh yes, he told me that, I forgot... No, no, what I want to say..." She seemed to be suffering from amnesia, and it took her a long time to remember, "Oh yes, yes Your grandma is coming today, you have to go home tonight."

"Okay, got it."

"Xiao He can come together if he wants. He is alone. He will come to our house and have a companion with you." Zhao Jinghua is soft-hearted. Consciously or unintentionally taking care of.

Of course Fang Cheng knew his mother's temper, he picked He Yan's little finger who was beside him, and said with a smile: "Okay, then I'll ask him later."

He Yan took their schoolbags and stood at the door waiting for Fang Cheng to lock the door.

Fang Cheng put the key in his pocket, and asked as he walked, "Are you going to my house tonight? My grandma and grandpa will probably make a big table of delicious food when they come over."

"It depends on the progress of today's quizzes."

"Okay, let's talk about it after school."

The weather is getting colder and colder, and it coincides with the season change between late autumn and early winter, and the sunrise is getting later and later.

Self-study at Shuyun No. 06 Middle School started at 30:[-] a.m., and they had to go out at [-]:[-]. The stars could still be seen in the sky, and many students on the road were already heading towards the school from all directions.

They met Xu Quan at the gate of the school. Xu Quan didn't have a schoolbag on his back, but he was carrying a computer bag in his hand. As soon as he saw He Yang, he trotted to catch up, "He Yan, He Yan, wait for me."

Fang Cheng and He Yan stopped at the same time and waited for him for a while.

Xu Quan was very straightforward, and he handed the computer to He Yan when he came up, "I heard Li Jing say that your computer is not good, and I happen to have something that can be used, so you can use it first."

Li Jing was in class one, so it was not surprising for him to know the news.

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Don't pay attention to the schedule of the Informatics Olympiad, it's all the author's nonsense. 】