After being conquered by a silly and sweet girl, I became the richest man in the world

Chu Yizi pushed aside the complicated branches on both sides and walked forward.

Soon, he felt an invisible barrier blocking him. He reached out to touch it, but was bounced back.

Chu Yizi understood instantly that the scene before him was a scene deliberately placed there by someone.

He looked down at his long-lost adult body, leaning against the barrier to listen to the conversation between the two.

"I don't agree." Feng Mulin lowered his head, and no emotion could be heard in his voice.

Looking at his familiar handsome face and comparing it with his current image of a little bun, Chu Yizi couldn't help but raise the corners of his mouth.

"You know very well, Mu Lin, what we exchanged for this peace." The voice of the man next to him interrupted Chu Yizi's thoughts.

He looked again and saw Feng Mulin turning his back and remaining silent, as if he was silently resisting something.

Perhaps because of the puppet, Chu Yizi felt the same way as him at this moment, and a feeling of sadness, powerlessness, disappointment and anger arose spontaneously.

Another person continued: "There is not much time left. This is our only chance."

Feng Mulin glanced at him, as if he was looking at another person through him. His eyes were complicated and powerless, as if he had a thousand words to say but couldn't open his mouth.

"Brother, do you still remember what happened back then?" His voice was a little tense, and he stared into the man's eyes, questioning silently.

"You are too naive, Mu Lin." Noticing his gaze, the man quickly turned his face away with just one glance, "Sitting in this position, I have no other choice."

"As long as you agree to the marriage, I won't force you to do anything in the future."

Marriage?

when did it happen?

The puppet was given to him by Feng Mulin when he left the Demon Realm in the fourth world. At that time... they were not together yet.

The leaves rustled in the wind. Feng Mulin smiled bitterly but didn't answer.

Chu Yizi saw a hint of irony in his fleeting eyes.

Looking at the backs of the two people, he vaguely realized something in his heart.

The two of them were silent for a long time. The man walked behind Feng Mulin, put his hand on his shoulder, and said with a pleading tone, "You are my only brother. In this situation, do you think I have a better solution?"

Chu Yizi was slightly surprised. He had always called Feng Mulin the second in his heart, but he didn't expect that he really was the second.

"You are the naive one, brother." Feng Mulin turned around as his brother finished speaking, "I told you before that I can help you."

"I can help you, but not in this way."

"No one can—"

At this moment, Chu Yizi suddenly felt severe pain in all his limbs.

Before he could hear the words clearly, his consciousness was taken away.

He spat out a mouthful of blood and gasped for breath, holding his chest.

After calming down twice, Chu Yizi continued to circulate his true energy, holding the puppet tightly in his hand.

Seeing him so stubborn, Wangcai hurried out of the system space, "Host, don't go there. I don't know who installed the scene inside. If you force your true energy to use it, you will suffer a more serious backlash!"

Chu Yizi ignored it and moved his hands quickly. The impact of the true energy and the way of heaven formed a transparent vortex around him. Chu Yizi just held the puppet tightly.

It was still the same scene, Chu Yizi saw Feng Mulin and his brother.

The same conversation continued, and Chu Yizi heard that sentence -

"No one can make me betray Chu Chu, not even himself."

Ten years later, Beijing North High School.

When Chu Yizi went in, there were only ten minutes left before class started.

"You are Huo Yijue, right? I heard from Principal Lan that you were coming. I will be your class teacher from now on." A young teacher wearing black-framed glasses was waiting for Chu Yijue at the door.

"It's me, Teacher Hei." Chu Yizi called out to him obediently, looking like a model student.

This black teacher's name is Hei Yun. Contrary to her last name, she is glowing white, but there is a sharp look between her brows, and she looks like a ruthless character at first glance.

Hei Yun looked him up and down, with regret in her eyes. "What a pity! I saw you in the newspaper before."

"Host, it's confirmed. Master Lin is in Class 5."

[very good.]

Wangcai looked over his shoulder, "Are you okay, host?"

Chu Yizi followed Hei Yun forward and took the opportunity to reply: [Your medicine is very useful]

He finally understood.

Although he didn't know why all this happened, Chu Yizi was not in a hurry.

Ten years ago, he entered the puppet to find out the truth, but was hit back by the restrictions of heaven. He fell ill for a year and lost his memory.

Once you forget, it's ten years.

I missed the chance to grow up with him, and also missed the turning point of the plot.

The two stopped in front of Class 5 ().

"We're here. This is our class." Hei Yun pushed open the door. The classroom was very quiet. Perhaps some people with sharp hearing had already noticed her footsteps.

But even so, everyone was still listless in the first class after lunch break.

Chu Yizi looked at the fatigue that could not be hidden on their faces and couldn't help but worry about his own fate in the next year or so.

"This is our new classmate, Huo Yijue."

As soon as the words fell, there was a moment of dead silence.

After a while, the voices of several people discussing came into Chu Yizi's ears, "This name sounds familiar."

"Huo Yijue! I remember him now. He's the child prodigy who was hyped up by all the news when he was young but suddenly became mediocre in recent years!"

"Oh my god, no way, my mom was feeling sorry for him last time, saying that he was sick..."

"I wonder who will perform better in the college entrance examination next year, this child prodigy or our brother Lin!"

"When the king doesn't meet, there's something interesting to watch!"

"By the way, where is Brother Lin? Is he late again?"

As soon as he finished speaking, a loud voice came from the door, "Report!"

Although the weather in May was not hot, it was a bit stuffy. Feng Mulin put his spring school uniform on his shoulders, held a cup of water in one hand, and breathed slightly.

A drop of sweat ran across his forehead. His face, which was 80% similar to Chu Yizi's impression but with slight differences, was less colorful and more youthful.

Hei Yun, who was standing on the podium, had a dark complexion. "Fang Mulin, tell me yourself, how many times have you been late?!"

"As the class monitor, you are late every other day. Is this the example you set for your classmates?!" She was very disappointed with the student but could do nothing about it, because this student had good grades.

It was the first time that Chu Yizi saw Feng Mulin being scolded like this, and he couldn't help but hold back his laughter.

Fang Mulin noticed his gaze and looked over as well.

Chu Yizi noticed that he frowned slightly when he saw him, and then he immediately looked away, but his tone was very obedient, "Teacher, can I go back now?"

Hei Yun was very satisfied with him except for being late. Fang Mulin was the best student she had ever taught.

There is no teacher who doesn't like good students, and she is no exception.

She cleared her throat and said, "Go back."

Then she looked at Chu Yizi. Maybe she had heard the discussion of the students just now, but Hei Yun suddenly said, "How about this, Fang Mulin, Huo Yijue, you two can sit at the same table."

Chu Yizi had been secretly observing Fang Mulin, and was delighted when he heard his name being called, as they had never been to school together.

Thinking about being able to sit next to Fang Mulin in the future, the boring school life seems to be quite interesting.

"No, teacher." An unexpected voice sounded in front of him.