One Thousand Three Hundred and Ninety-Six Devil Dance

"Are you rushing or procrastinating?"

"...I...I don't know."

Facing Andrew's ignorance and dazedness, Fletcher left the ground in anger, a mighty anger rushed to his forehead, and he rushed forward with a single stride, bypassing the set of drums, and stood by Andrew. Beside him, like a tiger descending the mountain, a terrifying aura burst forth. Those big copper bell-like eyes seemed to be able to open their bloody mouth at any time and devour Andrew alive.

"Start counting."

Fletcher's icy voice remained calm, and he could faintly detect the tense emotion, which was slowly, slowly straightening, which made Andrew even more nervous, and subconsciously licked his lips , but the emotions of anxiety and fear did not help at all. After swallowing a mouthful of saliva, he began to count, "Five, six, seven..."

"Count to four hells!" Fletcher roared, and the powerful aura made more and more the trembling fear in Andrew's voice, so much so that Andrew couldn't help closing his eyes, which made Fletcher furious Climbing steadily, "Look at me!"

Like a robot, Andrew turned his head with a squeak, and met Fletcher's line of sight dumbly. The stiff and clumsy movement looked comical, but at this moment, it couldn't provoke any laughter at all, it just made people feel the deep panic so clearly that the muscles began to stiffen.

Andrew straightened his back slightly, trying to cheer himself up, not to be completely submerged in Fletcher's powerful aura, but his subtle movements didn't have any effect, even if he straightened up, the shoulders and neck slid. There was still no relief from the rigid lines, which made his attempt ridiculous, but before he knew it, the palms of bystanders began to sweat.

"one two three four."

Andrew's voice trembled uncontrollably, like a dead leaf shivering in the cold wind. With a little gale, it would break away from the embrace of the branches and trunks at any time and fall, revealing the timidity and panic in the depths of his soul.

"one two three four."

"Snapped!"

Fletcher slapped Andrew hard, and the sound was so loud that the pain could be really felt in the entire rehearsal room, and Andrew's cheeks began to sag abnormally. It turned red, and a five-fingerprint clearly landed on the green face.

Andrew only felt a strong sweeping impact, and he slammed into his face, completely caught off guard. His eyes didn't even have time to blink, and his head flew out like this. may be broken.

Completely stuck in place.

I don't know if it was conditioned reflex or muscle instinct/ability, whether it was stubbornness or fear, he turned his head again, stared at Fletcher with wide eyes, and the count continued without any pause.

"one two three four."

"Snapped!"

Another slap in the face, even more fierce and forceful, hit him horizontally like a high-speed train, and the whole cheek was in hot pain, as if chili water had been sprinkled on the wound, and the numb pain made the body unable to do so. With a controlled jolt, his voice suddenly tightened.

Ironically, this time, he was mentally prepared, no longer in a state of defense. But he still didn't have the strength to fight back, he just closed his eyes stupidly and embarrassedly, the action of closing his eyes tightly but not daring to dodge at all seemed so useless and so embarrassing.

Then, he turned his head again and tried to look at Fletcher, but the focus of his eyes had unconsciously started to dodge quietly, and the fear that continued to roll like waves made him clench his teeth so hard The subtle sound of the teeth colliding can be captured in it.

"one two three four."

"Snapped!"

Another slap in the face, Fletcher still showed no mercy,

He even gritted his teeth, contained all his anger and all his irritability in this slap, and slammed it down fiercely, those huge eyes were too focused because of too much attention. It protrudes from the investment, and it seems that it may fall at any time, bursting out a powerful aura that devours people.

Andrew was like an ant walking towards the wind in a tornado. He hugged a gravel with all his strength, hoping to control his body, but he was drifting along with the gravel in the wind. Zhong was still biting his breath and holding on, but the emotions in the depths of his pupils were crumbling little by little.

"one two Three……"

Faintly, there was a nasal resonance in Andrew's voice. He used all his strength to avoid the urge to run away. He used the last ounce of strength to raise his eyes again. After seeing Fletcher's terrifying eyes, he was bathed in a sea of ​​knives and flames, as if every inch of his skin could feel the sense of separation.

This time, Andrew's counting was interrupted.

Fletcher raised his right index finger and pointed it to Andrew's nose, "Now, am I rushing or dragging?"

Andrew's head was like a paste, and he was trying to avoid Fletcher's sight: what? What is he saying? What's the meaning? What is rush or delay? What exactly does this refer to? What the hell is going on now? That kind of fear that came from the heart made Andrew completely panic.

"I... I don't know." Andrew tried his best to keep his composure, pretending that he was not frightened at all, and replied in a light-hearted way, as if he didn't know it wasn't a big deal at all, but the stammering words and The intermittent voice could not be concealed at all, and even further amplified the fear and cowardice.

Fletcher shook his head, and Andrew's pupils shrank suddenly, as if Fletcher would start to defend habitually as long as there was a little bit of trouble.

But Fletcher didn't do anything, but showed a cold and evil smile, "Then come again." The raised corners of his mouth were like the Joker, the mortal enemy of "Batman".

Andrew realized his cowardice, which made him feel endless shame, even worse than the slap in the face just now, a stubborn spirit began to emerge, knowing that this was a shattering duel, he rushed forward regardless. , driven by impulsiveness and stubbornness, just want to fight for a breath.

He clenched his gums secretly, the entire chin curve was completely straightened, and stared straight into Fletcher's eyes, the focus and focal length finally stopped shaking, but he just hit it with one breath, his eyes There was no movement, but the pupils were still trembling slightly, and they slammed into it with the strength of a bull.

"one two three four."

"Snapped!"

Andrew's head was thrown out again, but he was thrown back at a faster speed, and his eyes gradually burst out with a fierce and evil spirit, as if he could not feel the pain and humiliation at all. Deadly, staring at Fletcher like this, even holding his breath involuntarily.

"one two three four."

"Snapped!"

Fletcher, however, did not soften his hand at all. He raised his knife and fell, stepping on the beat of "Four" accurately, and the slap went on like this.

This is drumming.

With Andrew's cheek as the drumhead, with Fletcher's right hand as the drumstick, and with Andrew's count as the rhythm, fall exactly on the third sixteenth note of each fourth beat.

Cruel and bloody, brutal and ferocious, it really shows the lessons of blood.

"one two three four."

Andrew's voice was already tense to the extreme, his chin was lowered unconsciously, and his position was slowly lowered, while Fletcher's angle of view was slowly rising. The class status of the power control between the two people is clearly and accurately displayed.

But Andrew still didn't move his eyes, raised his eyes and stared at Fletcher from bottom to top, but that precarious and exhausted feeling of vulnerability still kept jumping out uncontrollably, in this aura and In the battle of momentum, although Andrew had done his best, he was still not Fletcher's opponent, not even a one-shot enemy.

The sense of contrast between majesty and insignificance was vividly displayed in Andrew's bloodshot stubborn eyes.

Fletcher raised his right hand again, and Andrew didn't realize it himself. He gritted his teeth and rounded his eyes, waiting for another slap in the face, the kind of tenseness that looked like death, a layer in the suddenly solidified air. Amplifying layer by layer, as if all it takes is a little force to fall apart.

"Did you rush or delay?" Fletcher asked through gritted teeth.

Andrew held his breath, and before his brain realized it, conditioned reflexively to answer, "Come on." The third sixteenth note of the fourth beat, hurry up.

"So you do know the difference!" Fletcher's momentum burst out in an instant, like a tsunami. The rising waves instantly reached a ten-story building, and then smashed down towards Andrew with a vigour and vigor. Andrew didn't have any chance. , not to mention running away or resisting, not even a chance to blink.

Andrew was stunned like this, maintaining his movements, forgetting even the blink of an eye, and staring blankly at Fletcher, that stubborn and impulsive confidence in Fletcher's sudden outburst, one by one. Depressed a little, the panic and fear in the depths of the pupils began to surge again.

Fletcher didn't care at all, all his emotions burst out endlessly, he straightened his body again, and continued to press down condescendingly, "If you dare to hold me back on purpose! I will directly / dry / kill you like grass / pig. Now, do you want to rush, or do you want to delay? Or, do you want to follow my/his/mom/rhythm?"

When the hurricane came, the mighty and powerful momentum was all vented in an instant, and Andrew could hardly breathe.