King of Stage

Scout was aware of his embarrassment, his face and lining had been lost, and he clenched his fists in anger. He did not have a calm and calm appearance. However, his body was trembling slightly due to excessive force, and his chest was violent It's like the bellows of a steam train.

Scout stared at Cliff's back like this, trying to make a few ruthless words, but the remaining trace of reason still did not let himself fall into a more ugly situation, his mind quickly turned, thinking about how to deal with the present The situation can save a bit of face.

While waiting for Cliff to return to Maxim and Ollie again, Ronan motioned for them to turn around and leave. His own footsteps stopped for a while. After breaking, he stared at Scout dignifiedly, and there was a voice deep in his heart. He stopped and faced Scout head-on.

Because when facing Trastan that night, he failed to stand up, he failed to speak for himself, he failed to stand up to himself bravely, he failed to fight back dignified, regret and regret, anger and annoyance. Never disappeared.

What happened just now has reawakened the memory in his mind. The turbulent emotions are so real and so passionate that he cannot ignore it. He knows that he needs to face Scout head-on, just like he needs to face it. The same as himself.

Looking at Scout at this time, Ronan had countless ideas surging. He could say harshly and say that they would succeed; he could sneer and tell Scout that he was nothing at all; he could...but in the end The words that came to the mouth were different.

　　 "The success and achievement you have does not mean that you can despise the dreams of others. You have no such qualifications."

adhere to.

The persistence in his heart flashed slightly in Ronan’s eyes. He admitted that Scout’s business achievements have nothing to do with whether he likes Justin Bieber or not. The point is that Scout knows how to occupy the market. A place, but this does not mean that Scout is completely correct, nor does it mean that Scout can trample other people at will.

Ronan stared at Scout like this. There was no roar of gusts and rain, and no dazzling excuses. He just faced Scout’s sight upright and exuded a firm belief from the inside out, instantly letting him go. Scout became small, as if he was an ant.

Scout didn’t like Ronan’s eyes. The pride from the depths of his soul made his calmness and loftiness all reduced to a joke. Ronan didn’t even need to say anything, he could feel his inferiority complex. Embarrassed, this feeling made him almost crazy.

　　 is even uglier than under Cliff's fist just now.

　　Scott's stomach began to heat and roll, and the humiliation made the urge to vomit stuck in his throat, and there was a roar in his mind.

"You!" Scout uttered a voice, but couldn't find his own words, as if he was pinched, and then he could see Ronan turning away with his head held high, as if he was the insignificant dust. Generally, that kind of pride in his bones is beyond his reach.

One day the Kings band left. After all, Scout couldn't find a chance to speak. He watched them turn and leave. The anger erupted like a volcano, and Scout kicked the fold next to him fiercely. The chair, but failed to hit the target, kicked a hole.

　　 "Ahhhhhhhhhh!"

　　 Why? Just rely on a little band lead singer who is nothing? Actually exudes a kind of pride and self-confidence that makes oneself ashamed? This is simply absurd! Why! That guy doesn't know how high the sky is, how dare he despise himself like this?

　　 More importantly, why didn’t he refute? Why didn't he attack? Why didn't he severely trample that guy on the soles of his feet and crush him a few times? All the rebuttals and counterattacks in my mind are stuck in my throat, and I can't make a sound. How can I be so useless?

　　 Useless!

　　 He should let that guy know who is the real boss! He should show the posture and prestige of his true superior! He should calmly let them become clowns!

　　 instead of becoming a clown yourself!

　　 The anger has become more raging, it is directed at the band, and it is directed at myself! Scout couldn't believe his performance was so ugly, it wasn't him at all! That kind of annoyance and depression made his emotions completely out of control. He roared angrily, and after a full three beats, his emotions stabilized a little. Skurt remembered a very, very important thing:

　　 documentary.

　　 Everything that happened just now was recorded in the documentary lens in a true and complete way. What should I do? If the images show up, I am afraid that his image and reputation will be hit, and it may even affect the image of Justin Bieber-although Scout is not worried, using his contacts to deal with such a small public relations situation, It's not a problem at all, but trouble is trouble after all, and he still doesn't like it.

　　 "Where are people?"

　　Scutt discovered at this time that the girl who was in charge of filming the documentary at UU Reading www.uukanshu.com just disappeared, and there was no girl in the entire bar space, so he yelled at his companion.

But... they realized that the documentary girl was missing after a step slower than Scout. At this time, facing the anger of Scout, they looked at each other and couldn’t make any sound, because they didn’t understand who Scout was looking for. Scout roared furiously—

　　 "Documentary girl! The girl who made the documentary! She recorded everything! Where is she? What about people?"

At this time, they realized that the documentary girl had disappeared silently, and reacted with "oh, oh", one by one, spinning around like headless flies, only to circle in the open space of the bar, so stupid. The scene even made Scout's last bit of sanity completely disappear.

　　 "God!" Scout couldn't believe it, and his anger burned like this, and the entire internal organs were scorching hot, and the swearing exploded continuously.

　　 is unbearable.

　　 The roar like a hair dryer echoed in the old blacksmith’s bar,

　　 "You idiots! What are you still doing here? Find someone! Dig the ground and find the girl! That volume of images must not be exposed! Absolutely!"

"Don't you know what those images mean? Are you stuffed with straw in your mind? You can't see such a simple thing. Do you still need me to follow up? Even if you raise a group of pigs, they at least pay Contributions, what about you? What do you know besides having fun?"

　　 "God!"

　　 "Grass! Hastily! Find it! Find it out for me immediately! If you can't find it, I promise you will live better than die, and then you can go to **** to free yourself!"