One Hundred and Forty Five False Alarms

"ah!"

A horrified scream broke free from the shackles of the throat, and the slightly hoarse sharp voice pierced the night sky, like waking up from a nightmare, startled Ronan, who was jumping up high and wantonly celebrating, panickedly looking for the dangerous situation, his hands clenched He clenched his fists and put on a close-combat posture, looking around vigilantly.

"What happened!"

However, Ronan didn't see any figure or threat, he didn't even see any moving objects, and then he saw Bruno curled up tightly against the back of the beach chair. The voice just now came from him.

Bruno looked up and down in shock, and then slowly came to his senses. It was really hard to tell what was going on with his uncertain expression.

Ronan took a step forward, "Bruno, are you okay?"

Ronan's eyes keenly caught the moment when Bruno's muscles stiffened and his expression froze. He didn't know why, but after thinking about it, he seemed to understand. However, he didn't act rashly, but stood where he was, neither advancing nor retreating. , so he controlled his movements.

"Bruno?" Ronan slowed down his voice and asked with concern, but didn't say anything more, just confirming Bruno's condition.

Although he didn't say anything, Ronan's actions and demeanor had revealed enough information that Bruno realized in an instant that he had been exposed.

"ah……"

This time it was an annoyed sigh, which contained painful struggles. Bruno took off his hat and used it to cover his face tightly. His upper body leaned back and forth following the tilt of his head, and there was a trifling sound of gurgling in his throat. , using all his strength to express his depression.

Actually... this is an oolong.

Bruno himself was also deeply aware of this, but his embarrassing reaction was indeed...he had nothing to say, "Just now..." Before he could say anything, Bruno wailed in frustration again, and patted himself on the forehead , made a crisp sound, and laughed because it was too absurd.

Just now, Ronan jumped up high, and the tall and slender shadow was projected like this, as if a giant with teeth and claws was attacking. Bruno was really taken aback, thinking it was some kind of shadow ninja—mainly because of Bruno's attitude towards Ronan. Nan's height judgment was completely wrong.

Just judging from Ronan's handsome face, he should be of average height, such as 178 cm or something.

Bruno has always been unconfident about his height, especially when he was at Motown Records, the recording department and the marketing department thought that his height could not be a pop superstar, and he was not even suitable for standing in front of the screen - his height was only 165 cm , even lower than the average height of women.

It is precisely because of this that Bruno is very sensitive to height.

In the end, Ronan stood up like a little giant, and the cast shadow completely enveloped him.

If it was just that, Bruno would be surprised at most, and he would not lose his composure to embarrassment. After all, he has seen countless super big men, including NBA players, but because Ronan's height completely broke expectations, this appearance seems At least 185 centimeters or more, and his shadow is blurred and magnified in the dim light. It is no problem to say that it is a two-meter giant. This sense of subversion is further magnified because of Ronan's sudden take-off celebration, and then...

"God! Where are you a giant from?"

Bruno cleared his throat, demonstrated his embarrassment in a joking way, then sat up straight as if nothing had happened, and stood up after a moment of hesitation.

Bruno moved a little closer to Ronan's position, realized that his height had just reached Ronan's chest, and then shook his head and waved his hands to express his resistance, "Jesus Christ, you seem to be walking into Frodo's house. gandalf,

I can't stretch my hands and feet, what's going on. "

"Huh?" Ronan didn't quite understand Bruno's metaphor.

Bruno's eyes widened, "'Lord of the Rings'? Hobbits? Gray robe wizards?" A series of key words came out, "When Gandalf first came to the hobbit's house..." But he saw the expression in Ronan's eyes. Bruno gave up on the confusion that hadn't dissipated, "Forget it, which Mars did you come from?"

"There is only one Mars in the Milky Way." Ronan said solemnly.

Bruno also choked, froze for a moment, then clapped his hands and laughed loudly, "You did it on purpose, right? I mean it. I am looking forward to your performance very much now."

"So does it mean 'the expectations just now are not sincere, but the expectations now are'?" Ronan's more serious words made Bruno's expression stiffen, just when Bruno thought that Ronan was about to ridicule , but did not expect to change the topic, "Then feel relieved, at least now I finally look forward to it."

this……

Ronan scrutinized Bruno's expression for a moment, then raised his hands and clenched his fists into a cheering gesture, "Oh yeah!"

"Hahaha." Bruno couldn't hold back anymore, he raised his head and laughed loudly, but after only two laughs, a mouthful of thick phlegm came up from the depths of his throat. Bruno quickly looked around, and trotted all the way to the Only then did he spit out the thick phlegm in the trash can next to the swimming pool.

The picture is a bit disgusting.

But Bruno was extremely happy. The thick phlegm that had been suppressed in his chest for a long time was finally cleared out, and his breathing seemed to be unobstructed. He had a hunch that the next concert in Washington would go smoothly.

"Go! Let's go back to our room and open a bottle of Jake-Daniels to celebrate." Bruno greeted Ronan.

Ronan doesn't know what "Jack Daniels" is, but he always thinks it should be alcohol, because the United States likes to use brands to refer to things, so, in order to protect the state of his voice, the last thing he should provoke now is Alcohol; what's more, even if it's not alcohol, he still has important things to do now.

"Sorry, uh, Bruno...I want to go back to the room and tell my teammates that we have already got this opportunity..." Ronan's expression was slightly apologetic. Huh, I'm afraid countless people are willing to have a drink with him.

To be honest, Ronan was also very, very shaken, but considering the state of his voice, and the upcoming acting opportunities, he really didn't want to screw it up.

Bruno didn't think about it that much at all. He patted his forehead and said suddenly, "Of course, of course, of course, they must be eager to hear good news. I'm afraid they won't have a good rest tonight."

For this kind of mood, Bruno himself once had the same real experience, and he naturally couldn't understand it all too well. The real sleeplessness, inability to eat, tossing and turning, constant ups and downs of anticipation and worry, is completely quiet not come down.

How could Bruno blame Ronan for his urgency?

Moreover, Bruno liked Ronan's candor and truthfulness.