What is your choice? ?

You have chosen 【A. Do not replace Teacher Yu】

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The moment Mr. Y spoke, many images flashed through your mind.

When you met Mr. Yu for the first time, he lightly touched your earlobe finger, Mr. Yu reprimanded you for hating iron when you don’t understand the character deeply enough, and for being unrestrained when he laughs like a flower...

He has beautiful eyebrows and eyes, and his whole body reveals a coquettish edge, but his eyes are full of integrity and the most sincere love for acting.

Teacher Yu shouldn't be treated like this, you muttered, but no sound came out of your squirming lips.

You raised your head and bumped into Teacher Yu's out-of-focus eyes.Although he has regained consciousness, he collapsed on the ground covered with scars, facing your direction, and he doesn't know if he is waiting for your answer.

You hurriedly looked away, your heart beating faster and faster.

Mr. Y watched your little movements with great interest, and repeated the question just now.

You opened your mouth, but it was the excited audience in the audience who spoke.

replace him!replace him!You hear their wanton laughter in a mess, like a tangle of wool, frizzy and chaotic.

"It seems that this gentleman has acquiesced to everyone's request." Mr. Y slowly put on the leather gloves again, and the gaze he looked at you became more and more unbridled, like a poisonous snake that has straightened its back, with greedy eyes scanning his prey.

Your scalp was numb, and you couldn't help taking a step back. After you came back to your senses, you realized that you had opened your mouth subconsciously.You raised your hand to touch the lips that were squirming just now, and at the same time you were at a loss, you couldn't withdraw your words no matter what.

--Do not.

You said so.

There was a trace of admiration-like disdain on Mr. Y's face, but the corner of his mouth was turned down, showing a pitiful look.

"What about your teacher? You just have the heart to let him continue to suffer? You know, the previous ones are just appetizers compared to the latter tricks." When he said this, his eyes rolled and he showed a gentle smile , "But if you replace this old dog, I can be more gentle, and newcomers can enjoy special treatment."

You watched as the expression on Mr. Y's face became more and more gentle, his smile became more and more sweet, and his body began to tremble uncontrollably.You backed away, but Mr. Y took a step forward unhurriedly, so the distance between you was actually shortened.

You and Mr. Y looked at each other, and the sweat on the back of your neck dripped down, soaking your entire back in a short while.You looked away, and caught sight of Mr. Yu's silent body again unexpectedly.He lay there quietly, and didn't look at you like before, as if he didn't have any interest in your answer, and he seemed to be really dead so there was no movement.

Your hanging heart dropped a little inexplicably, and your attention was focused on his bruised back.Maybe it's because Mr. Yu didn't meet your eyes, you suddenly have the courage to look at his wound.But the moment your eyes fell on the bloody skin, you began to regret it.

The wounds were not aesthetic, but only bloody and brutal, like bloody centipedes entrenched on his back one by one, his buttocks, the back of his thighs, and even his heels had blood-oozing scars.

You turned your head abruptly, and Mr. Y was already less than one meter away from you.

He looked at you with a smile, the flesh on his cheek squeezed his eyes into a thin slit. Mr. Y took another step forward, this time he was less than half a meter away, he stretched out his arm, and grabbed your long hair.You screamed and wanted to pull your hair out of his hand, but instead it was pulled tighter by him, and your whole body was forcibly pulled down.

In that instant, everything was slowed down.You heard the excited panting of Mr. Y from above, the increasingly rampant cheers from the audience, and the painful cry from your throat.

You think of Mr. Yu's dripping wound, the blood mixed with sweat dripping all over the floor, you think of him being stuffed in his mouth, choked up and weeping silently, but the audience is full of laughter and applause...

No, I don't want to be like that!

A strong panic suddenly swept over your head, making you dizzy and trembling.

"No, I don't want to act!" You scream, and for a moment you don't recognize the sound coming from your mouth.

"What about your teacher? What about him?"

You were stunned, but when you came back to your senses, you just shook your head vigorously, and you didn't care about the painful scalp being pulled.Your lips opened and closed subconsciously, and your mouth kept murmuring no, no...

You are desperate in your heart, thinking that he will not take your feelings into consideration, but you never thought that when he let go of your hair, he would actually let you go, so you raised your head in disbelief, and stared blankly at Mr. Y turning around He walked in the direction of Teacher Yu.

Dissatisfied boos came from the audience, but Mr. Y didn't panic, he raised his foot and ran over Teacher Yu's bloody wound with the sole of his shoe.

Teacher Yu twitched reflexively, wriggling his body like a drowning bug. Mr. Y raised his foot mercifully, but then kicked him hard with the toe of his leather shoe, turning him over.The moment the wound touched the floor, Mr. Yu convulsed in pain again, trembling uncontrollably, but Mr. Y was overjoyed when he saw it, he clicked twice and wiped the blood sticking to the sole of his shoe against Mrs. Yu's white chest On, it made him tremble again.

"It seems that your little apprentice has betrayed his promise and decided to ignore your life or death," Mr. Y condescendingly looked down at Mr. Yu's face which was messed up with tears and sweat, "How is it? How are you feeling now?"

You saw Teacher Yu turned his head to the side, trying to look away but couldn't move.So I could only watch Teacher Yu silently staring at you, his out-of-focus eyes lit up little by little, and the corner of his bleeding mouth bent upwards, revealing a soft smile.

"I'm very pleased..." Teacher Yu smiled softly.

His voice was hoarse, like a broken wastebasket, extremely unpleasant.His face was also bruised and purple, making it impossible to see his original graceful appearance.But you think the smile on his face is more beautiful than any smile you have ever seen, so beautiful that it breaks your heart.

You kept shaking your head, your throat seemed to be tightly squeezed, making it difficult for you to breathe, and tears fell on the back of your hand the moment you covered your mouth.

You know you should speak up, and now you are the only one who can save Teacher Yu.But you can't make a sound no matter what, the tightly strangled throat makes it difficult for you to breathe, and at the same time blocks your voice.

So you widened your eyes and recorded all the tyranny that happened in front of you with your own eyes, as if you were serious about self-torture, as if this kind of psychological torture could let you share some of Teacher Yu's physical pain.

But no matter how painful you are, the tears flowing down your fingers to your elbows, or even the difficulty of breathing until you have hallucinations like noise in front of your eyes, you will not feel the slightest relief.

You want to rush over, trying to stop Mr. Y's movements, but you immediately tell yourself that your strength is far inferior to Mr. Y's, and the situation won't get any better except for losing yourself.

——Then replace Teacher Yu?

Your tears flowed more fiercely, and thousands of thoughts finally turned into silence.

At this time, you realize how selfish you are and how ugly your heart is. You can't do anything except pretend to cry on the sidelines.

I can not do it.

I can't do it...

You broke down and shed tears, and your ears filled with gibberish sounds—a concerto of laughter and crying.

You don't know how you got out of the club.

The summer night wind blows on your face, but it makes you shiver from the cold.

Before watching the performance, you repeatedly vowed in your heart to comfort Mr. Yu after the performance and do everything possible to make up for him, but when they finally got tired of watching and left one after another, you couldn’t move forward no matter what. Teacher Yu, who was covered in bruises and in a coma, helped him up.

Teacher Yu who is naked makes you feel scared; his neck is crooked like a dead person makes you afraid; the scene of the two of you left alone in this empty stage also makes you feel afraid...

You just feel that the lights in the hall suddenly dimmed, but the spotlight on Teacher Yu's bloody body was turned on once, reflecting the empty auditorium below the stage, just like a stage ending with the death of a saint drama.

So you ran off the stage in a panic, and after confirming that Xiaolu and Xiaohong would treat Teacher Yu's wound, regardless of the shameful clothes you were still wearing, you casually dragged a robe on the hanger in the corner, as if to escape left the club.

Standing at the corner of an empty street, you feel lost and miserable.How much you wish someone could quietly listen to what happened tonight, tell you that none of this is your fault, but in your heart you spurn your heart that wants to excuse the mistakes you made.

You are a vile and shameless sinner, treacherous and only evasive.You tell yourself that you have the urge to cry again in an instant, but you have shed too many tears today, so you can only stare blankly at the deserted street in the distance with your eyes flushed and sore.

At this time, you choose-

【A. Take a walk around and explain yourself】

【B. Go back to Director Jiang's apartment, but don't tell him】

[C. Go back to Director Jiang's apartment and tell him everything that happened]

【D. Call Ye Zi】