Chapter 5461 Which one to choose?
“…and…”
The woodcutter spoke again, "Brother."
"If you fail next year, wouldn't you seem ridiculous at this time?"
In that case, the young scholar can blame the black monster with confidence...
Do you think it's a black monster that delays yourself?
After all, the next year is ruled out if the influence of the black monster is excluded...
The young scholar also failed.
...
The woodcutter said all the good words and bad things.
He didn't believe that he couldn't let his younger brother do what he said?
...
The woman kept quiet silently.
For the first time she discovered...
The woodcutter's eloquence is actually pretty good?
really.
My younger brother is good at studying.
No matter how bad my brother is in school, he is still of some level.
...
The young scholar was silent.
But my heart is far from calm.
He clenched his fingers.
It seemed like I wanted to crush it.
...
"Brother."
The woodcutter did not give the young scholar too much time to think about.
"Don't think about it."
"Besides, the black monster has made a choice himself."
"It didn't show up."
"You just let it go."
Let go of your obsession.
Acknowledge your failure.
The woodcutter felt more and more...
The so-called black monster is something that my brother made himself.
It was the thing that my younger brother had created to share the pressure.
It is something that cannot accept your own failure and is used to vent your anger.
Where is there any black monster?
It's all just my brother.
The woodcutter was very upset.
He never noticed that something was wrong with his younger brother...
He trusted his younger brother too much.
It was also my younger brother's performance that has always confused him.
He never thought that his younger brother would be overwhelmed by the pressure of studying.
He had to admit...
Sometimes the elders' words are unpleasant...
But it makes sense.
...
“It will appear…”
The young scholar's voice was not loud, but he showed some stubbornness.
...
Woodman:...
He shook his head slightly.
"Okay."
"Then make an agreement with me."
"I'll give you one-no, three months."
The woodcutter raised three fingers, "For more than three months, the black monster did not appear. You did not let me and your sister-in-law see the black monster..."
"Just promise us and forget the black monster."
"Just treat it as never existed."
"Is that OK?"
...
The young scholar's mouth opened slightly.
He subconsciously resisted the specific deadline.
...
"Three months."
The woodcutter emphasized, “Isn’t it long enough?”
He originally wanted to give his younger brother one month.
Then I thought about whether I wanted to bargain with my younger brother and give me a controversy that I could negotiate.
Just give more time.
However, there is no negotiation.
Three months, it's really long.
...
"Brother, if you don't agree..."
"We'll go to our parents' grave now."
"I tell my parents that you have lost your mind and become mentally ill by being bewitched by the black monster."
The woodcutter is threatening his younger brother.
He knew that his younger brother would never agree to do so.
….
"I don't!"
The young scholar subconsciously refuted.
The sound is loud.
Because this statement is too ridiculous.
My brother actually wanted to tell his parents such a ridiculous statement! ?
My brother is crazy, right? !
...
"You have it."
The woodcutter looked solemn and had a serious attitude, "Anyway, you and I have different opinions."
"Let's go and ask parents to judge."
"Let them see what their youngest son is like-"
...
"Brother!"
The young scholar interrupted the woodcutter. The ups and downs of the chest showed the young scholar's intense emotions at this time.
"Don't talk nonsense in front of your parents!"
...
"I didn't say anything."
The woodcutter looked at the young scholar and said, "I'll ask you again last."
"Agree or not..."
"The agreement I just said?"
...
"I..."
The young scholar was so entangled that the veins on his forehead were beating faintly.
...
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"Are you scared?"
The woodcutter raised his eyebrows.
"Three months..."
"Do you think the black monster won't appear?"
"You can't let me and your sister-in-law see the black monster..."
"Is it?"
"You actually know in your heart that the black monster will not appear again."
"It's your imagination."
"Seeing because of your belief."
"And now, you don't believe it."
"It won't appear."
"Is it?"
...
"No!"
The young scholar's lips trembled for a long time and finally shouted out.
"No!"
The young scholar even ran out of hoarseness.
...
The woman was a little startled.
But she didn't say anything.
She stood behind the woodcutter.
...
"Brother."
The woodcutter was not influenced by the loud voice of the young scholar.
certainly.
He was indeed a little startled.
Just a little bit.
His attitude was even a bit tough, "You have two choices now."
"Or why not make a three-month appointment with me."
"Or why we'll go to our parents' cemetery now."
"Tell your parents about the black monster."
"Tell your parents that you were influenced by the black monster and failed the exam..."
...
"Brother!"
The young scholar screamed again.
The brother not only wanted to tell his parents about the black monster, but also told his parents about his failure in the exam! ?
No.
He disagrees.
The young scholar just wants to tell his parents the good news about his title.
I don't want my parents to know that they were fooled by a strange black monster...
...
"Tell me brother."
The woodcutter was unmoved.
"Which one do you choose?"
"Hurry up."
...
"Brother!"
The young scholar unconsciously stroked the back of his hand with his fingernails.
He squeezed his fingers tightly.
Shortness of breath.
His chest fluctuated violently.
He felt a sense of weightlessness and confusion as he was lifted up and hung in the air.
...
"Quick."
The woodcutter urged the young scholar, "Tell me your answer."
"If you can't make a choice, my brother will help you."
"Since you want to see the black monster so much, let's go and see your parents before you see it."
The woodcutter helps the young scholar make a decision.
"Tell your parents everything."
"In this way, you can do whatever you want in the future about black monsters."
"Brother, don't interfere with you."
...
"Let's go."
The woodcutter reached out and grabbed the young scholar's hand.
If you use your hands, you will pull the young scholar away.
...
"Brother!"
The young scholar was as if he was burned with a red soldering iron.
His movements and expressions were somewhat exaggerated and he wanted to break free from the shackles of the woodcutter.
...
The woodcutter did not let go.
Instead, he tightened his fingers a little more and more.
Strong steps.
...
"Brother!"
The young scholar used his fingers to break open the woodcutter's fingers.
The whole person retreated.