Oli clenched his fists and tried his best to control his urge to move his fists towards Scudt-

Scudt can complain about their music or despise their talents. It doesn't matter, because that's the fact. Even if they don't agree, it's still a point of view of art. Even if they suffer a blow, they will recognize Scudt's qualification to express their opinions.

However, Scudt cannot humiliate their persistence and dreams.

They really like music from the bottom of their hearts, and they don’t even expect to achieve such brilliant and brilliant achievements. They just hope to be able to stand on the stage and sing. As long as they have an audience to listen carefully, it means that their persistence can be responded to, and it means that their dreams are warm and meaningful.

If it weren't for love, the band wouldn't have been able to hold on for seven years; if it weren't for love, there were too many moments worth giving up in the past; if it weren't for purity and simplicity, Cliff and Maxim wouldn't have been able to make a decision easily even though they knew that "giving up is a rational choice".

Don’t they know the cruelty of reality? Don’t they know the illusion of dreams? Don’t they know the hardships of life? Don’t they know that they can’t fill their stomachs with fantasies beyond their ability and may even put themselves in endless predicaments?

Don't they know?

Is there the only one smart person in the world? Is Scudt the only one who can see the essence of life?

No, of course not! Their persistence, their efforts, and their dreams all come from love; they just want to continue singing, and the reason they do this is because they are willing to do it.

But Scudt's eyes showed disdain and contempt, as if they were dirty soles of their shoes, trying to dream overestimate themselves. Their existence itself became dust, and their stupidity became a joke.

Oli didn't like Scudt, didn't like the arrogant and arrogant face, nor did he liked the cold and stinky words, nor did he liked the self-proclaimed smart and superior attitude.

However, Oli's hair fell into Scutter's eyes, but it was just the little cat's anger, and he didn't even need to raise his eyebrows.

"I've seen many musicians, and believe me, maybe more than you think." Scutter smiled, as if he was mocking the frog in the well of the King of One Day. The world he saw was far from what the "high school football team" could understand. They didn't realize their position at all. "I can see who can succeed and who can't, and the star temperament is innate."

Scudt used the name of the song "In-the-blood" to describe it, and the mocking meaning is even stronger.

"Sadly, you belong to the latter."

"Maybe - I mean maybe, you can copy and paste the inspiration for the last song and find a glimmer of hope, but it's just maybe. Go home, this is my real suggestion. You should see your abilities and limits clearly, that's what you should do, give up."

In this way, Scudt sentenced the Kings to death for one day, just like Trastan.

Time and space seemed to be blurred again. From Scudt to Trastan, from motels to old blacksmith bar, time and space were completely disrupted in Ronan's mind. Deja vu's words and attitudes unreasonably disturbed Ronan's judgment of reality and memories.

"Give up, you are not suitable." Trastan said the same thing at the time. After saying that, Trastan turned around and walked towards the parking lot, driving away, leaving only a scattered dust, and Ronan, who was standing in a daze.

It was the night Trastan left.

At that time, Ronan Cooper was at the scene and saw Trastan's move to turn around and leave with his own eyes, but he was unable to stop Trastan. Instead, he encountered the crazy blow of Trasta's storm, destroying all Ronan's beliefs and persistence.

Then on that night, Ronan Cooper's fever did not subside, and he fell into a state of half-dream and half awake, as if he was trapped in the chaotic realm between memory and reality, unable to break free or awake, as if he was wandering between loneliness and desolation like a walking corpse.

Then, Luo Nan came and stood on the stage and turned around dizzy.

It turned out that Ronan was not the first to discover Trasttan disappeared the next morning. In fact, the night before, Ronan had witnessed Trasttan's betrayal with his own eyes but could not stop him. However, the memories of that night seemed to disappear after that, until this time.

In a daze, everything became clear, and many important turning points were explained; but it seemed to be completely blurred, because the same reality was being staged in front of us, and the faces of Trast and Scud overlapped together so that it was impossible to tell.

"No. No! I said, no!"

It was Cliff's voice.

Maxim was trying to stop Cliff, but Maxim was unable to complete the task. Unbelievable energy burst out from Cliff's short body, and his roar exploded like a thunder on the ground, instantly dragging Ronan out of the chaos of his thoughts. All the trance memories in his mind were awake instantly. Then you can see Cliff use brute force to shake off Maxim's clamp and lose control.

Step on.

Step on.

Cliff took a few big steps forward in a fierce manner, and because of Maxim's pull, Cliff exerted too much force and was unable to control his strength for a while and accelerated along inertia. This aggressive action immediately triggered a chain reaction, and the other friends around Scudt were all on guard as if they were facing a great enemy.

He stood in front of Scudt, like a bodyguard, and put on a defensive and vigilant posture. The whole atmosphere became tense and serious. The crisis that was about to break out spread throughout the audience in a blink of an eye, changing from a momentum to a physical confrontation, with murderous aura everywhere and oxygen began to burn.

"Shut up!"

Cliff seemed to have not seen the drastic changes in front of him, and his vision was firmly locked in Scudt, "I need you to shut up! What do you know? Do you think you understand me? Do you think you understand our band? Why do you say that we don't have the temperament of success? Who do you think you are can determine the life and death of others in just one sentence? Do you know our original intention? Do you know our persistence? You don't know anything."

"Do you know music? Do you know dreams? Do you really understand what artistic creation is? Marketing and music creation are two different things. If you achieve a little success, you will start pretending to be a godfather! You don't know what you are talking about!"

"What qualifications do you have to point fingers there! What qualifications do you have to comment on our music in a slight way? Which onion are you? Why are you? Justin - hell - Bieber?"

"Bah!"

Cliff, out of control.
Chapter completed!