After the young master was reborn, he was waiting to die

Fu Jincheng was silent for two seconds: "...Let my fingers clear up."

Wen Yinuo: ...

His brother has become very good at talking nonsense, and he has even gone from talking nonsense about trains to talking about aircraft carriers.

congratulations.

I guess the next step would be to run towards the Rockets.

"Okay." Wen Yinuo raised his hand and threw the melon peel into the trash can. "So brother, are your fingers awake now?"

Fu Jincheng nodded stiffly: "Very sober."

Wen Yinuo couldn't help laughing: "Then turn on the computer now."

Fu Jincheng hesitated.

It is obvious to all that when he was carrying out his first mission and killing the target, he was not as nervous as he is now.

I can only say that the college entrance examination is indeed a hurdle that Chinese people cannot escape from in their lifetime.

He has never participated, but now he just needs to check the scores, and his anxiety remains the same.

When Fu Jincheng thought of how nervous and anxious he was, he didn't even have the courage to open his computer and let Wen Yinuo, who was already in a bad mental state, see it.

"Xiaobao." Fu Jincheng quickly hid the computer behind him and took Wen Yinuo's gloved hand. "Do you have a school you want to go to?"

As long as he heard that Wen Yinuo wanted to go to a school, he would spend money to get him in.

Don't worry about grades or anything like that.

Wen Yinuo looked at the gloves he hadn't taken off yet, and the fruit stains on them, and tried his best to suppress his disdain for Fu Jincheng:

"Brother, can't you wait until I take off my gloves?"

Fu Jincheng was so nervous that he was about to explode, and ignored any words that he didn't want an answer to.

"Yeah, I'll remember it next time." The young man nodded perfunctorily, "So which school do you want to go to, Xiaobao?"

As long as it's on Earth, he can use his money to throw it in.

Unable to escape the questioning, Wen Yinuo had to start thinking seriously.

The school you want to go to?

No.

The four years I experienced in Yanjing in my previous life were too tragic.

The memories of being bullied at school are still very clear when I recall them now.

Although it no longer has any substantial impact on him, it has caused his first reaction to be disgust and nausea whenever he hears the word "school".

Not to mention going to school.

"No." Wen Yinuo told Fu Jincheng truthfully, "My previous experience was not very good. I... don't like school."

The young man said this very calmly, but Fu Jincheng wanted to slap himself.

Have you forgotten what you saw when you were floating beside Wen Yinuo for more than two years after you died in your previous life? And you still mentioned school!

You are the only one who has a mouth! I told you not to talk too much!

"It's okay." Fu Jincheng changed the subject abruptly, reaching behind his back to touch the computer, "Let's check the grades. Check the grades."

Wen Yinuo didn't take up Fu Jincheng's offer: "It's okay, brother. Those things can't affect me now."

As soon as Fu Jincheng picked up the computer, his hand slipped and the computer in his hand made close contact with the ground.

Just right, the edge of the screen touched the ground.

Wen Yinuo half-closed his eyes, twisted his fingers nervously, and was completely lost in his own thoughts. He did not hear the sound of the computer falling:

"But if I really had to choose, I would go to an art school or something like that."

For nothing else.

But he discovered that the thing he had never given up in his past and present lives was the Suzhou embroidery that Wen Jian taught him.

If you expand a little, it belongs to the category of art.

Fu Jincheng picked up the computer and put it on his lap, still without turning it on.

"Does Xiaobao have any art school he wants to go to?" he asked in a low voice.

Wen Yinuo looked up, his eyes filled with shock: "Didn't I just say I don't like school?"

Fu Jincheng: ...

Could he say that as soon as he got the computer, he became nervous, his mind went blank, and he forgot everything?

Obviously not.

"Brother remembers." Fu Jincheng started to deceive people, "But when the results come out, Xiaobao, you have to fill in the preferred school."

Wen Yinuo was about to refuse when he heard his brother's devilish whisper:

"Unless Xiaobao wants to take the college entrance examination again in the future."

Wen Yinuo: ...

That still won’t work.

As for the college entrance examination, it is enough to take it once, even if it is just to make up for the regrets.

"Brother is right." Wen Yinuo quickly changed his words, "It is indeed time to apply to the school."

The next second, before Fu Jincheng could react, the boy took the computer in his hands.

Wen Yinuo touched the crack on the upper left corner of the computer and wondered, "Wasn't it fine just now?"

Fu Jincheng coughed unnaturally: "Ahem...it should be that it was sleepwalking and knocked itself."

Anyway, it wasn't him who fell.

Wen Yinuo: ...6.

Underestimate his brother.

It should have evolved from talking about rockets all the time to talking about spaceships all the time.

Fearing that he would be led astray by Fu Jincheng again, Wen Yinuo decisively chose to temporarily block Fu Jincheng's signal and concentrate on looking at the computer screen.

When I woke up, the circle on the computer screen kept spinning. After more than a minute, it finally loaded.

A blank, no results.

Wen Yinuo was quite calm, but when Fu Jincheng came over, he exploded.

"This, this, this? What's going on?" Fu Jincheng split his legs with every word he said. "No, I'm going to call the person in charge right now and ask him to give me an explanation."

Even if his little baby got zero points in the exam, there shouldn't be this blank interface!

Wen Yinuo glanced at him and slid the mouse calmly: "Brother, sit down."

"Don't make trouble."

"No, it's okay, Xiaobao." Fu Jincheng comforted tremblingly, "We don't care about these."

"Just tell your brother which school you want to go to."

Wen Yinuo rolled his eyes at him, slid to the bottom of the score query interface, and pointed at the line of small words.

Fu Jincheng kept staring at Wen Yinuo's face nervously, afraid that he would suddenly lose control of his emotions and hurt himself, and he didn't notice the boy's actions at all.

Wen Yinuo couldn't stand it anymore, so he turned Fu Jincheng's head and whispered in his ear:

"Show me the bottom!"

Fu Jincheng followed his words and looked to the bottom of the interface.

There was a row of tiny black characters, very clear:

"Your ranking has entered the top 50 in the province."

Fu Jincheng no longer cared what the words behind were.

He was really excited this time and picked up Wen Yinuo with one hand, spun him around several times, and his voice was so loud that it could overturn the ceiling: "Ahhh! My little treasure is so awesome!"

Wen Yinuo was dizzy from the shaking, and he raised his leg and kicked Fu Jincheng lightly: "Dizzy."

"Put me down."

Fu Jincheng stopped showing off, stopped his movements and took a step back as usual, letting Wen Yinuo go, with a look of worry between his brows: "What about now? Are you still dizzy?"

Wen Yinuo shook his head, lowered his eyes and looked at Fu Jincheng's left foot with a complicated expression.

After a while, he looked up at Fu Jincheng and said, "Brother, why don't you check if you stepped on something?"

Fu Jincheng lowered his head.

Under the left foot, the ill-fated computer died gloriously.

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