Seven Hundred and Seventy Seventh Tit for Tat

Trastan Cuban?

Why does his name appear here? Why did this almost-forgotten name pop up in their conversations without warning?

Cliff was also a little flustered, took a quick look at Maxim and Ronan, and then yelled at Ollie, "I told you, it was Trastan who was stalking and pestering, I just told him, There is no need for us to keep in touch, it ends in a quarrel every time."

Obviously, Cliff and Ollie had already discussed this matter, and did not tell Ronan and Maxim for the time being, but Cliff didn't expect Ollie to explode out of nowhere, so that he was caught off guard, The panicked eyes revealed the tension in his heart, and he was also in a mess.

"Ha, so the text message before yesterday's concert is not Trastan's? What's the 'show going well', what's 'I look forward to you continuing to create miracles', is this a quarrel? Are you sure your relationship is not good? "Oli's crackling words exploded like thunder.

Things, more than once, and... also happened last night?

Trastan, who was thought to be history long ago, has always been hidden behind them like a shadow, but the band members don't know anything?

This kind of thought made a series of goosebumps appear on the back of the spine, and all the hairs stood up, so... Is Ollie's abnormality last night also related to Trastan? Or in other words, related to Cliff?

The association between light and flint is chilling. Ronan and Maxim exchanged a glance subconsciously, but the agitation in the depths of their eyes was so similar.

Who would have thought that a name could create such confusion, just mentioning it, but it was like a boulder falling into a calm lake, causing amazing splashes, and then one could clearly feel the subtle changes in the atmosphere.

Cliff could sense that Ronan and Maxim were exchanging glances, and his expression became anxious. He involuntarily got up and approached Ollie, and even his words exploded like machine guns.

"Ollie, we were discussing your derailment last night, which almost affected the concert, why are you trying to shift the topic and shirk responsibility? It seems like the accident last night was all my fault, we both know it's not Really, it's your fault, it's always been like that."

Oli was a little dazed by the head-to-head counterattack. He tried to defend himself and counterattack, but his drowsy brain obviously couldn't keep up with the speed of rotation. , The on-the-spot explosive power can't keep up with the rhythm.

"You and I……"

Ollie seemed to have become the usual shy, heartless guy again,

I stumbled and didn't know how to express my thoughts. I was still full of energy one second, and my brain was short-circuited in the next second. It seemed that I hadn't been able to fully wake up from the chaos of last night.

"Yeah, I crossed the line last night, but so what? And then? Did something happen at the concert? We didn't live up to expectations? Did I screw up the show or pissed off the sponsors? Huh? Say what ? You don't need to accuse me from above, I know what I'm doing?"

Ollie's thoughts were finally brought back to the topic by Cliff.

"You'd better know." Cliff pointed to his head, and taunted back meaningfully, "You shouldn't be fully awake yet, right?"

"Go away!" Ollie cursed back directly in a fit of embarrassment, puffed out his chest and bumped forward, and as a result, the chairs of the two collided with each other.

"And you? Do you know what you're doing? You think you're so smart, smarter than all of us, that you know you're playing with fire? You think you're in control, like I can't see the big picture, But are you sure you're really that smart?"

Apparently, Ollie is not the best at words among the kings for a day. He babbled a lot, the focus was erratic, and the topic was pulled back and forth. He couldn't find a core idea, and he couldn't express it accurately from the beginning to the end. He was led by the nose by Cliff because of his position and attitude.

But at least, Ollie got one thing right:

Cliff prides himself on being smart. Even if he knows he is playing with fire, he firmly believes that he can control the situation. Even if he knows he is dancing wildly on the tip of a knife, he firmly believes that he can turn the tide. Outlaws, believing they have mastered the code of wealth and the favor of Lady Luck.

The question now is, is Cliff really playing with fire?

Cliff could clearly feel the warmth and sharpness of the eyes of Ronan and Maxim, and he knew that these two people were not as easy to dismiss as Ollie.

Taking a deep breath, Cliff controlled his urge to admit bluntly, "Yes, Trastan and I have been texting on and off."

What?

Even if they are mentally prepared, they all know that Ollie is not the type to talk in plain language. Since Ollie has accused Cliff, it means that things should be true; The accident still hit his face, and the anger broke out in an instant.

When did things start? How long did it last? What is the current status? Why did Cliff never say it?

Ronan knew that Trastan would not give up so easily, and the matter was far from over, but Trastan's patience and tenacity were beyond imagination.

From the "reunion" after the Grammys last year to now, it will be a year in the blink of an eye, "Trustan Cuban" seems to have disappeared completely, and it is almost going to be history in the calendar of one-day kings, but it has not Thinking of it, he has been patiently waiting and planning.

This patience and persistence is creepy.

Without warning, that guy appeared in front of them again; but thinking about it seriously, it was not that unexpected, because deep down, Ronan was sure that the matter was not over yet, Trastan did not disappear so easily, It is not surprising to use Cliff as the entry point.

After all, from the very beginning, Trastan met the band members through Cliff's introduction.

"Since Coachella..."

Cliff gave a timeline, and then he could clearly feel the tension in the air caused by the change in his eyes, and the atmosphere became turbulent in an instant.

Following Ollie, Maxim also clenched his fists and stared at Cliff viciously, as if he would rush up and give Cliff a hard lesson if Cliff's answer was even slightly unsatisfactory. The tense breath that was ready to go made the gunpowder smoke diffuse silently.

"Calm down! You all need to calm down! Trastan didn't kill anyone, and I didn't commit a crime. There's no need for you to look at me like that."