"You have a knife in your hand,

Want to change my appearance,

Let me ride on a white horse,

Disguised as a noble prince

But I'm just an ordinary person who wants to hang out,

Born to be sand,

But I hope to turn into gold,

Who is the unrealistic fool?

I have a clamp on my arm,

There is a mold pressed on the face,

Red rope controls limbs

Turn me into a stage prop

Forced to wear a mask

Playing a boring comedy

But I'm just an old discarded coffee table

It is filled with broken cups..."

Tong Yu banged on the table, spitting out rap lyrics quickly.

Although it was only two short paragraphs of very rough lyrics, it made Shao Yangyang's eyes sparkle.

Sister Tong Yu is great!

A melody slowly took shape in Shao Yangyang's heart, and he hummed in a low voice:

"I am a face-stealing thief

Fall asleep with a fake smile

never know

Who do you want me to play tomorrow?

I'm a face-stealing thief

Cover up the small and humble heart

faceless puppet

Forgotten in the trash heap by someone..."

At this point, Shao Yangyang said angrily: "This melody doesn't sound good..."

"No, it sounds great already!" Tong Yu clenched her fists, "Yangyang, let's write this song, okay?"

"But...can we do it?" Shao Yangyang became timid again.

This is Shao Yangyang's character, cowardly and weak, but he still wants to pretend to be someone else in front of outsiders.

Tong Yu has been getting along with Shao Yangyang for several months. She knows Shao Yangyang's sensitivity and lack of confidence, and encourages him: "We can do it! I will rap and make beats, and you will help me sing hooks and write melody. We

We can definitely work together!”

She paused and said: "This is a song we wrote together! It belongs to us!"

"Well..." Shao Yangyang nodded in a low voice.

The two people looked at each other and could see the light in each other's eyes.

A song that belongs to us! A song that we want to sing from the bottom of our hearts!

Perhaps, this is the first time that Shao Yangyang, who has been playing music since primary school, feels the joy from music.

In this small restaurant, surrounded by handsome men and beauties with fake faces who looked like they were produced on an industrial assembly line, walking back and forth, holding strictly controlled quantities of food, the two of them felt as if they were bathing in the deepest water.

Under the warm sunshine.

Saw the light from heaven.

This day's training was very hard, and Tong Yu herself was gritting her teeth and persevering. During the break in training, she went over and took a look at Shao Yangyang.

Shao Yangyang did not sit in the corner gloomily as usual, but was training seriously, and she breathed a sigh of relief.

This unfinished song is like a strange pillar, supporting the sky of Tong Yu and Shao Yangyang.

After all, their training intensity was not as good as that of trainees who had been training for many years. After eight o'clock in the evening, the two of them gathered in the cafeteria again.

"Sister Yu, I have a new melody, listen to it..."

Shao Yangyang had just hummed a few words when he saw Zhu Yaxin opened the door and walked in.

"Yangyang? Why are you still here!" Seeing Shao Yangyang and Tong Yu together, Zhu Yaxin was very unhappy: "Why don't you go back and rest quickly? Tomorrow's training will be more intense!"

"I...we want to write a song." Shao Yangyang said weakly.

"What song should you write? Mr. Yu has already found someone to write your songs. You don't have to waste time. Okay, go back and rest quickly. By the way, call your mother first. Your mother said she hasn't seen her for a day.

is you……"

Shao Yangyang didn't want to get up. He lowered his head, grabbed the edge of the table, and pouted.

"Go back, we'll listen again tomorrow." Tong Yu gently touched Shao Yangyang's arm and persuaded him in a low voice.

Shao Yangyang leaned against the side of the corridor, his head drooped, and walked away wilted.

Tong Yu looked at Shao Yangyang's gloomy figure again, and there seemed to be a burst of fire in his chest.

You bastards, can't you see that this kid has already reached his limit?

Even if you are his parents, can you decide the fate of your child in this way?

If this continues, you may really drive him to death!

But she couldn't say anything, she could only sigh deeply.

Tong Yu sat in the cafeteria for a while, and was about to go back to the room to rest. At this moment, a little assistant ran over panting: "Sister Tong Yu, why are you still here? Mr. Yu is looking for you, hurry, hurry

follow me."

This little assistant just ran to Tong Yu's dormitory, but couldn't find her. Tong Yu didn't bring her cell phone during training, so she was running around looking for her, almost going crazy with exhaustion.

"What's going on?" Tong Yu was stunned and quickly turned around and ran away with the assistant.

It's almost nine o'clock in the evening. Why does Mr. Yu want to see you so late?

However, when Yu Wenhong summoned him, no one dared to delay, let alone nine o'clock in the evening, even if it was three o'clock in the morning.

When Tong Yu trotted all the way to Yu Wenhong's office, Yu Wenhong was on the phone.

Seeing Tong Yu come in, Yu Wenhong threw a document on the table and continued on the phone.

Tong Yu picked up the document in confusion and found that the Korean on it was unfamiliar to her.

She opened it and was stunned.

Above is a portrait of her face, as well as dense dotted lines marking...

At that moment, Tong Yu's heart suddenly tightened.

When Yu Wenhong finished the call, she asked carefully: "Mr. Yu, what... is this?"

"Plastic surgery plan for your face." Yu Wenhong said, "The other party gave three plans. I think this plan is good."

Tong Yu flipped through the stack of documents to the end and saw a face that looked a bit like him, but not at all.

The chin was pointed, the face was soft, and the eyes were big. Tong Yu couldn't believe that the person inside who looked so refined was actually him.

But...is this really still me?

"The company believes that your external conditions will hinder your development now, so we have arranged this opportunity for you. We contacted the best surgeon in South Korea through HSL. Almost all of South Korea's top stars have plastic surgery at him.

During this time, please cooperate with some inspections..."

Yu Wenhong's tone was completely commanding, without any intention of discussion.

Tong Yu was stunned for a long time, then whispered: "Yu...Mr. Yu, I don't want plastic surgery."

"You don't have to say anything about this matter. Go back and prepare." Yu Wenhong.

At that moment, Tong Yu almost roared.

This is my face!

Shouldn’t I ask my opinion on whether and how to have plastic surgery?

Even if you ask symbolically?

I am a girl who sings and raps, why should I wear such a soft fake face?

Yu Wenhong ignored her at all, turned around and continued to call.

Tong Yu put the documents in her hands on the desk, turned around and walked out.

At that moment, she felt like she had lost her soul.

The face that looked like mine, but was not mine, was dangling in front of me.

Everyone has a love for beauty.

But in order to love beauty, do we have to turn into another face?

Back in the room, Tong Yu lay on the bed, holding the pillow and crying silently.
Chapter completed!