King of Stage

"... how could we miss it?"

Maxim's words followed one after another, and he couldn't stop at all. The excitement was like a volcano erupting and burning, and the promise of performing the bar tour last night was taken a back seat and left behind—if If you need to make a trade-off, it seems that there is no need to hesitate at all.

Cliff could sense the disapproval in Ollie's eyes, "Maxim, that's a promise, a contract..."

The bar tour is a promise that has already been signed. If the time really conflicts, Ollie believes that they should keep the promise. Even though the full moon party is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity, some things must be fulfilled even though they know they shouldn’t be. agreement.

However, Cliff was keenly aware of the surging emotions in Ollie's words, so Cliff interrupted ahead of time before Ollie finished speaking.

"There is no time conflict, and the topic is over." Cliff strangled an argument in the cradle, and his eyes fell on Maxim and Ollie respectively, stopping them with his eyes.

Maxim, who was about to continue arguing, muttered to himself, and the muffled voice in his chest could not be heard at all; while Ollie laughed heartlessly, and took the initiative to pat Maxim Tom's shoulder, with an act of friendliness, ending the brief skirmish.

Cliff continued to take the initiative in the conversation, "We now have a band recommendation, and then we need a bar recommendation, I'm not sure, but maybe, Sam might be willing, one of us will talk to Sam..."

As he was talking, Cliff looked towards Ronan unconsciously. It took him half a beat to realize that the reason for doing this was that he subconsciously noticed that Ronan's voice had disappeared. In the bustling conversation just now, the voice of one member was absent.

However, when his eyes fell on Ronan, his words got stuck in his throat and he couldn't continue.

Noticing the abrupt end of Cliff's voice, Maxim and Ollie cast their gazes one after the other, first Cliff, and then followed Cliff's voice to look at Ronan.

At this time, Ronan was adjusting the size of his mouth, studying seriously how he should stuff the whole crayfish sausage roll into his mouth, and then take a bite from top to bottom to ensure that all the fillings are It can be wrapped in a roll and enter the mouth in one go.

How can we do this?

Ronan carefully measured the size of the bread rolls, then moved his mouth again, his face was full of concentration, as if all his mind was poured into it:

“Interesting, there are actually sliced ​​pickled cucumbers in it, which can add a little sour and crunchy flavor.”

Then, Ronan felt the projected gazes, those scorching gazes, even if he wanted to ignore them, it was not an easy task.

Slightly, Ronan pulled the bread roll out, closed his mouth a little, but turned his body slightly invisibly, showing a posture of protection and defense, his eyes moved back and forth between the three band members for a moment, "What's the matter, you guys Don't you have your own dinner? What are you doing with your eyes so wide?"

Cliff immediately laughed angrily, "...we..." almost choked on his saliva because it was so ridiculous, "We didn't covet your dinner!"

Ollie's voice intervened from the side full of curiosity, "Ronan, how is it? Is it as you expected? What's that smell?"

Cliff literally choked on the spit.

Ronan still maintained his "defensive stance" and didn't relax his vigilance. He didn't even look at Ollie squarely. "Do you think I'm a lizard? Taste buds can capture the smell of the air?"

With a puff, Maxim immediately burst out laughing.

Ollie froze for a moment, made up the appearance of a lizard in his brain, and then "changed his head" to Ronan,

Laughter erupted directly from the depths of the dantian, "Hahaha!" The entire chest cavity and the entire head cavity resonated and roared, and the shocking laughter exploded directly, and the drinkers around were startled.

Ollie's laughter has its own penetrating effect, and it seems that even the ongoing stage on the stage can feel the fluctuation.

Ronan, who was sitting next to Oli, was even more taken aback. He seemed to be able to feel the explosion effect on his eardrums, and looked at Oli in horror:

Is this a sonic weapon?

Seeing Ollie's heartless smile, Ronan couldn't help laughing too.

Cliff, who was sitting alone beside the three of them, did not join the three of them. He silently shifted his gaze, lit a cigarette, and distanced himself a little, pretending that he had nothing to do with the three guys.

After finally waiting for the laughter of the three to calm down a bit, Cliff exhaled a long puff of smoke, "Did you hear what we were discussing just now?"

Ronan was stunned for a moment, and then said confidently, "Isn't the most important thing now? My stomach is protesting strongly. If the blood sugar is low, the brain can't function at all. Therefore, we should appreciate the performance." , At the same time, enjoy dinner, other things, wait until the dinner is over."

Cliff couldn't believe his ears, "Don't you remember Jeremiah's invitation just now? What kind of goldfish memory are you? Aren't you excited or hyperactive at all? The full moon party can't compare to A crawfish sausage roll?"

Baji.

Cliff was still expressing his shock and astonishment, but Ronan had already moved on to the next step. He took a bite of the crayfish sausage roll in his hand, then closed his eyes, and began to chew seriously, as if This is the most important thing in the whole world, and any full moon party must be sidelined.

Action is already the best answer.

Cliff's next words were stuck in his throat, and then...you can also see Ollie swallowing his saliva, and Maxim who directly started to grab the pizza and stuff it into his mouth. Their attention Li has also been attracted by the dinner, and can no longer ignore the protest of the stomach——

The gluttons were awakened by Ronan, and they couldn't care about Cliff at this time.

It was Ollie who looked at Cliff, "Otherwise, let's fill our stomachs first and talk about it later?"

Cliff felt tired for a while, and nodded in agreement, but he didn't do it right away, but took another drag on his cigarette, with a helpless expression on his face.

Baji.

Baji.

Baji.

Cliff was about to show his aloofness and loneliness, but the sound of chewing in his ears was too exaggerated, seriously disrupting the atmosphere, so he spit out a puff of smoke, and then continued to chatter next to him. He was not lonely or lonely at all. Not lonely, almost choked by the smoke.

Trying his best to control his urge to cough, Cliff looked at Ollie, who was sweeping the food in the wind and clouds, and Ronan, who was chewing and enjoying the food, and couldn't help but feel hungry, so he stubbed out the cigarette butt, and started to eat. :

Dinner, still have to eat, lonely can wait.

Cliff convinced himself secretly like this.