Six Hundred and Ninety-Nine Duplicity

Immediately, Maxim found himself in a predicament surrounded by enemies, and looked at Ronan in disbelief, as if expecting Ronan to say something.

However, due to the blocking of the sunglasses, Maxim's eyes could not be accurately conveyed to Ronan, and the communication with the eyes became invalid. Before he had time to straighten up, he fell back into the seat.

"Isn't it just a meeting..." Maxim murmured in defense, but he still made a mistake after all, and his voice seemed guilty.

Cliff rolled his eyes, "This time it's a meeting, next time it's a rehearsal, and then next time it's a concert? Being late is a habit."

Especially the way it was late. It doesn't really matter whether it's because of the alcohol or the woman, or both, because the ending will become a habit.

Maxim seemed to be stung, and wanted to refute irritably, but the glaring sun really tormented him, and his mood became more and more irritated.

"There's no need to say it's so scary, as if I've already missed the concert, don't you take care of yourself. What's the big deal about today's meeting, must I attend? Anyway, I can find out later, can't I? "

"You're always like this, because a small thing is on the line. I don't like your tone, and I don't like your attitude."

Apparently, Maxim was still in a hangover state, and didn't realize the seriousness of the situation, so he struck back with a forceful tone, which also stabbed Cliff severely.

Compared with Ronan, the tit-for-tat confrontation between Maxim and Cliff is already a one-day king's reserved item, and it has been like this for a long time.

Cliff sat up straight in a huff, obviously more excited and tougher than before, "Pay attention to your tone! I don't like your attitude either. Now it's you who did something wrong, because alcohol made things wrong because of women." , but you still don't care, don't you realize what you're doing?"

"Maxim, wake up! We are not those flesh and blood kneeling in front of you and licking your toes!" The anger, burning again, seemed to be even more raging.

Since the Coachella Music Festival, there have been more and more flesh and blood around the band, and the handsome Maxim is undoubtedly one of the most popular members, and his high popularity may not be inferior to that of Ronan .

As an aside, if the popularity ranking is done now, Ronan is first, Maxim is second, Ollie is third, and Cliff is fourth. This should be the overall trend—of course, this is just a generalization of a trend, and Without a real survey, everyone's actual feelings may be slightly different, and the ranking is just a reference and cannot be accurate.

For example,

Maxim felt that he was the most popular person in the band, even more popular than Ronan, and he was surrounded by the cheers and shouts of fans every day. This was already the case when he was at Coachella. There were wild cheers and shouts everywhere, and the faces of young girls lost their minds because of him.

In this regard, Maxim enjoyed it very much and played the game tirelessly.

It's just that, from the past to the present, Maxim has never made mistakes, so everyone didn't criticize anything, after all, everyone has their own preferences.

Until today.

Maxim really didn't think it was a big deal: it was just a first offence, anyway; and it was just a meeting.

"Album, Maxim, new album." Ollie lowered his voice and reminded beside Maxim, trying to ease the atmosphere, "Our meeting today discusses the new album."

Maxim's body froze immediately——

Not because he realized the importance of the meeting, but because of the theme of the meeting: to say everything, what he cares most about is always the album.

The success of "Seven" made Maxim very, very happy. The band finally made a breakthrough, but on the other hand, it was also a blow to him, because the brilliance of this album had nothing to do with him. Credit goes to Ronan and Ollie.

As the main creative source of the band, Maxim has been holding his breath, hoping that his creation can become the core of the band again. Naturally, he pinned all his hopes on the new album, sharpening his knife and preparing for it all the time. .

For music, Maxim still has ambitions.

But……

"Didn't you say, wait a little longer?" Maxim had only this thought in his mind, as if he still couldn't believe that he missed such an important meeting.

"To be precise, it's the concert and the new album." Ronan added, "Maxim, even if today's meeting is not about the new album, I hope you can be there. We are a whole, and four people exist at the same time. , can become a king for a day, without any one of them."

So, even if the occasional discussion of unimportant things, he still hopes that the band members can all be there.

Thinking of this, Ronan seemed to be able to understand Cliff's state of mind, and couldn't help but look towards Cliff.

But Cliff was still in a state of fury, and glared at Maxim viciously. Annoyance and anger were burning in his eyes. He noticed Ronan's gaze, but he didn't have time to think carefully. What's going on, I just stared back with a frown, "What?"

The subtext seems to say: how? Are you ready to speak for Maxim? Don't you think Maxim did something wrong today? What do you want to say?

Cliff seemed to be eating gunpowder. Faced with this situation, Ronan did not explain, but just smiled, and then looked at Maxim again.

Only then did Cliff calm down a little, and looked at Maxim again.

Maxim knew he was in the wrong, but the irritability of a splitting headache was still surging in his chest, and it would be difficult to calm down for a while, "Don't tell me the truth, should you go to the bathroom or not, we need to do it for you Decided? Anything we need to do together, what? Are you serious? So, are you complaining that I didn't invite you into the room last night?"

No one answered.

What Maxim faced was silence, and Ronan, Ollie, and Cliff didn't want to pay attention to Maxim who was making trouble for no reason.

Johnny didn't speak either.

So, the words stopped in mid-air, and Maxim's body stiffened. Annoyed, he inserted his hands into his hair, rubbed it vigorously, and finally let out a long breath, "Sorry, I lost my mind. I also I don't know...no, I don't need an excuse right now, sorry."

He didn't continue to quibble, and didn't shout "Stop the thief." He forced himself to calm down, and broke the silence with an apology. Maxim's already haggard face seemed even darker. He let out a long breath, his shoulders slumped, and he waited for his teammates to respond.

Cliff didn't seem to calm down yet, with his hands crossed over his chest, in a defensive posture.

Ollie is a good guy. He wanted to comfort Maxim, but he was worried about the faces of his teammates. He couldn't help turning his head to look at the faces of Ronan and Cliff.

Ronan also noticed the change in the atmosphere.