"It seems that someone had a wonderful night."

Ollie could see Alice extending her right hand to her, with a slight smile on her face, and she quipped, which made Ollie giggle, but she didn't know how to answer. She just grabbed Alice's right hand, stood up with the help of her, and asked with lingering fear, "What happened?"

"The Grammy happened, that's the answer." Alice couldn't help but tease Oli and said in a half-joking tone.

Ollie was stunned for a moment, then thought about it carefully, and then she gently slighted her head as if she had understood it.

Alice looked at Ollie not yet sobering, so she took the initiative to introduce, "This is Buster Wayne. Before the "Rolling Stone" interview begins, he will conduct a short interview of ten minutes."

"Ah. Ah!" Ollie sighed repeatedly. The first sound was a sudden realization, and the second sound was panic. The first reaction was to turn around and look in the direction of his teammates and throw a look at his help, "Ronan!"

Without words, Ronan could understand it and waved his hand gently at Oli, "Don't worry, this is great. The magazine will bring a professional team to take care of makeup and hairstyle. All you need to do now is sober up. How about it, do you want a glass of Italian concentrator?"

Not only Oli, Maxim and Cliff are also wearing pajamas, only Ronan did not have a hangover last night, so he still has time to wash up today.

Ollie nodded in a daze, not caring about tidying up her embarrassment, ran to her teammates, sat down opposite Ronan, and then lowered her voice, "Is my situation particularly bad now?"

"Yes!" Maxim directly intercepted the truth, but he didn't open his eyes at all, just talked nonsense, "Oops!"

Ronan looked at Oli with a stiff smile and laughed happily, "He is jealous. Someone was nourished last night and is in a very good condition now."

The meaningful words quickly made Ollie smile again, as if she recalled the wonderful taste of last night again, and she smiled foolishly while touching her head.

Ronan didn't ask too much, turned to Alice and said, "Is there any aspirin? I think they should be awake within ten minutes."

Alice nodded and signaled, but her steps that were about to leave stopped, and she turned to look at Buster next to her.

Ronan said understandingly, "Don't worry, Buster is an old friend, we have no problem."

Alice then turned around and left with confidence. Before leaving, Alice added to Ronan with her mouth shape, "Ten minutes", after confirming that Ronan understood her signal, she left, while Buster took the initiative to walk forward, with a hint of curiosity in her eyes, "Oh? Do you still remember me?"

In fact, Buster and King One did not say hello head-on. Both sides did not know each other, and that chance encounter was nothing.

Ronan laughed happily, a little abrupt, and Baster was unclear, and then Ronan explained, "If I say, we have secretly searched for you, do you believe it?"

Buster couldn't help but be stunned.

Ronan smiled even happier, "There were only a handful of media reporting on ours at that time. To be precise, until our album was officially released, the number was six, so you should be able to understand our urgency."

Maxim found that an independent writer had written an article about the band and praised them all. They were all so excited that they wanted to see what the freelance writer was, whether it was authoritative, and how they found them. So they turned around and searched for each other's information.

It is precisely because of this that Alice recognizes Buster's face, and Ronan is naturally familiar with it.

Buster suddenly realized, but after the simple words, he savored too much information, and couldn't help but sigh, "Obviously, we didn't expect to meet again, and it seemed like a different life." In just six months, the king transformed himself into a transformation and completed the transformation of a carp leaping on the dragon gate.

"Who could have predicted it?" Buster also sat opposite him at the invitation of Ronan, forming an iron triangle with Ronan and Oli.

Ronan exchanged a few greetings and asked Buster if he needed drinks. Buster waved his hand and refused because he only had ten minutes and he needed to grasp it well. "So, with such a drastic change and overnight fame, can you feel any changes?"

Ronan laughed again, "Buster, you only have ten minutes. Are you sure this is the question you want to ask?"

A rhetorical question made Buster stunned, but Ronan's words did not end, and his face was full of interest, "Actually, I'm even more curious about why everyone is asking the same question when they see us: Have we felt the change? So, have you noticed our change?"

Rebel generals.

Buster was a little surprised. He looked at Ronan carefully, but did not answer, but asked again, "Is this your habit of accepting interviews? When facing an unfavorable situation, ask back and take the initiative again?"

"Haha, are you looking down on me too much or looking down on yourself too high? That question won't make me feel the unfavorable situation." Ronan smiled sincerely, his eyes full of brightness.

Buster thought seriously, "Neither of them, it's just... There are many rumors about you in the reporter's circle now, and the paparazzi were disappointed last night."

As a freelance writer, staying well-informed is Buster's rule of survival, so he knew about the news about paparazzi last night. When he saw Ronan again today, the emotions of looking and observing took the upper hand.

After all, Buster's understanding of the One Day King is very, very limited, and without close contact, it is ultimately a mirror and a water moon.

"I won't use such words to describe our meeting last night." Ronan seemed to recall the meeting last night, "I think it was a friendly exchange, but I didn't develop according to the route they expected, that's all."

Ollie turned her head, her eyes full of curiosity: It seems that Ronan was also very exciting last night.

At this time, Maxim had already struggled to sit up and said angrily, "It must be those paparazzi who wanted to take advantage of it, but Ronan fought back. I guess they should be the ones who were defeated. Ha, be careful, Ronan is not an angel who looks so kind and harmless."

Faced with Maxim's joke, Ronan spread his hands, did not deny or affirm, and always smiled, and even joked at Maxim, "Thank you, I don't know that in your eyes, others see me like an angel."

Maxim didn't say anything, but raised his right hand and gave him a middle finger.

Cliff was still sleeping in a drowsy way, as if he was completely unconscious. It was rare for Cliff to have such irresponsible trauma while knowing that there were multiple jobs waiting today. It seemed that more things worth investing in last night should have happened last night.
Chapter completed!