PFC Chapter 238: The burden? The golden oil bottle (18)
Chapter 238: The burden? The golden oil bottle (18)
He stiffly picked up the test paper on the table and turned it over in full view of everyone.
One second, two seconds...
As time passed slowly, Chu Yizi finally thought of his biggest golden finger as a tasker - the system.
Wangcai was surprised, "Host? You don't know how to do it?"
[Nonsense, why would I ask you if I knew how to do that?]
Wangcai had no choice but to fly to his shoulder, and while reading the questions, he was surprised, "I didn't expect that there are problems that you, the host, can't solve."
It has always believed that it, the host who is amazingly excellent in all aspects and can even easily break through the system firewall, is truly omnipotent.
Even if there is a difficult problem, you should not be stumped by a mere high school physics question.
"I thought you were a top student, but you disappoint me so much." Wangcai took the opportunity to say this when he passed the steps to solve the problem into Chu Yizi's consciousness.
[It’s been so many years since graduation, how can I still remember it]
Not to mention that Chu Yizi relied on his academic talent to take leave every now and then to film in high school. It has been so many years since he graduated, and it is difficult for him, a person who studies stocks, bonds and interpersonal relationships all day long, to do physics problems (which are beyond the syllabus).
After receiving Wangcai's solution steps, Chu Yizi slowly raised his head.
At that moment, he heard a small collision sound behind him.
He opened his thin lips and repeated the answer word by word.
The voice unique to a teenager is fresh and clean. The breeze blows his soft hair through the window. The scattered sunlight is projected on his face like countless stars.
Looking at the back of his round head, Feng Mulin felt a sharp pain, and at the same time, a familiarity that was hard to ignore surged in the depths of his mind.
It seems like I have seen it many times, long ago, and longed for it, and had it.
The strange emotions kept reminding him that something was wrong with him.
At this moment, the pleasant voice of the young man in front disappeared.
Feng Mulin realized in the severe pain that Chu Yizi's last words were that he wanted to discuss things with him and wanted to hear his opinion.
He raised his head under everyone's gaze and met Chu Yizi's pair of dark eyes that seemed to be smiling but deep.
This pair of eyes, so strange that there was no trace of them in his memory, made him feel like a traveler standing on the edge of a quagmire. He knew there was an abyss ahead, but he still endured the pain and fell into it.
The gaze between the two was long and short, as if it lasted a lifetime, and yet as if it would disappear in the next second.
Feng Mulin just watched it, and suddenly covered his chest and vomited.
Blood splashed on Chu Yizhi's face. The next moment, he firmly supported Feng Mulin who fell forward.
The young man had his eyes tightly closed and his brows were furrowed, his thick eyelashes trembling, and a few drops of bright red blood hung from the corners of his mouth.
It happened so suddenly that even the physics teacher standing on the podium was startled.
He ran down from the podium with clumsy steps and looked at the two people with embarrassed faces.
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Ten minutes later, in the school infirmary.
Chu Yizi looked at the classmate who sent them here with a smile on his face, and said in a gentle tone, "I'll watch him here, you go back to class first."
The classmate wanted to say something but stopped himself. He glanced at Feng Mulin who was still lying unconscious on the hospital bed, then looked at Chu Yizi who had a gentle face and looked harmless, and could not help but nodded.
Although the first meeting between the two was a little unpleasant, this child prodigy who had been praised since childhood did not seem like someone who was difficult to get along with.
Thinking of their grades and their own terrible scores, the classmate who sent them here chose to believe Chu Yizi.
"Here." The school doctor was a female teacher wearing glasses. She had a sweet dimple at the corner of her mouth and looked not much older than them.
"Are you the child prodigy?"
"Yeah." Chu Yizi took the tissue and wiped his freshly washed face. He was fully aware of his current fame and was not surprised.
In fact, the fact that he dared to appear on various major programs in a high-profile manner before was not because he overestimated his abilities.
Even though his own grades in high school were not particularly outstanding, that was simply the result of his not studying hard and thinking about making more money all day long.
To put it another way, he does have much better talents than ordinary people.
Since he became conscious, he has never failed to learn anything he wants to learn.
The only difference is whether he wants to learn well or do well.
When he was young, he thought about it countless times, what on earth was the reason that made his biological parents abandon such a genius like him?
Later I attributed this to the fact that successful people always have some flaws.
Of course, it could also be that he is a more confident person by nature.
[How is it? Did you find the cause?]
Wangcai looked at the dense data on the scanner and said with a headache, "It was detected, but——"
It looked at Chu Yizi helplessly, [Lord Lin fainted, it seems it was because of you, the host. ]
[I?]
It seems that something did happen to Feng Mulin when he lost his memory.
[For some unknown reason, Lord Lin's spiritual power has repelled you. The closer you get to him, the more painful he will be.]
Chu Yizi had heard the word "mental power" from their mouths several times. Although he had never seen it in reality, he guessed that it was something like the spiritual power in the world of cultivation. How could such a thing repel him?
[Do you know the reason?]
Wangcai said with some embarrassment: [I haven’t found out why yet, and I don’t have the authority to do many things.]
Thinking of what Feng Mulin had said before, Chu Yizi was stunned and asked, "What is his identity...exactly...?"
Wangcai looked at him strangely, [Host, you don't know? ]
[How did I know? Did anyone tell me?] Chu Yizi felt a little powerless.
From the moment he died, the direction of everything was no longer under his control.
Even if he tried every means to guard against the system world and gain a dominant position in his relationship with Feng Mulin, it could not change the fact that he was in a passive state.
Who is Feng Mulin?
Or... who is he himself?
Chu Yizi didn't think that the person who planned it would keep it a secret. On the contrary, he had discovered a long time ago that he had been pushed by someone, moving closer to the unknown that had been designed.
Maybe when the time is right, maybe when the opportunity is right, someone will come out and tell him all the answers.
But he didn't want to wait until then.
[That day...I saw it in the puppet.]
[What did you see?] Wangcai had actually been curious for a long time, but Chu Yizi never brought it up, so he had no way to ask.
[Marriage] When Chu Yizi said these two words with his mind, he felt an indescribable discomfort in his heart.
When he heard it before, he just treated it as a show, as if it had nothing to do with him. But now that he said it himself, he felt uncomfortable no matter how he thought about it.
It's funny, he was the one who ended the relationship, and he is the one who feels sad now.
It was the first time that Wangcai saw Chu Yizi's expression. He flew out of the system and sat on Chu Yizi's shoulder.
After a pause, it comforted him, "Marriage is of course impossible. Lord Lin likes you so much, how could he marry someone else?"
[You know?] Chu Yizi looked at it.
"Uh... I've been following you all the time, and I did hear some rumors, but this kind of thing didn't happen. You must believe in Master Lin!"
Chu Yizi didn't say anything. He looked at Feng Mulin's frowning brows and asked again: "How is his relationship with his brother?"
"Brother? You mean—"
"Okay! The medicine is ready. Xiao Huo, help me take Fang Mulin's hand out." The voice of school doctor Liang Liang startled everyone.
Chu Yizi had no choice but to follow her instructions and take Feng Mulin's hand out of the quilt.
When the needle was inserted, Feng Mulin's brows first frowned hard, and then slowly relaxed.
Chu Yizi supported his head and sat beside the bed. He chatted with Liang Liang for a long time before he noticed that Feng Mulin on the bed had some reaction.