One Hundred and Sixty Nine Uneasy

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The quiet and spacious hotel lobby is full of people coming and going, and it is still a lively and busy scene. The thick clouds outside the window are piled up one after another, and the whole city is still silent with a little solemn scene, a dignified and solemn image of the city It seems that it has penetrated into the bones of this land, and people can't help but start to miss the elegance of New Orleans and the gorgeousness of Las Vegas. The colorful colors bloom in the heat of midsummer.

"Ronan, tell me, have we missed the reporter? Haven't you decided on a specific meeting place with him? It's just the hotel lobby?"

Cliff lowered his voice and couldn't hide his anxiety. His mouth was here to ask Ronan, and his eyes were constantly looking at the figures coming in and out, trying to lock on the figure suspected of being a reporter. His whole body had been twisted 72 degrees. , is about to complete the gesture of a twisted twist.

Ronan had to tell Cliff for the seventh time, "Yes." But the subsequent explanation had been omitted. He believed that Cliff didn't really want an answer, but just asked subconsciously, trying to use this Ways to relieve tension and anxiety.

However, in Ronan's view, the effect was minimal.

Out of the corner of his eye, he glanced at the multi-national clock hanging in the hotel lobby, showing the exact time of different countries and regions. Among them, North America is divided into three time zones: West, Central, and East. It is now 3:02 pm in the Eastern time zone. The agreed interview time has just passed two minutes.

Ronan didn't think it was late. After all, it was inevitable to be in a hurry to make a temporary appointment for an interview today. If the traffic jam time was added, it was understandable and normal within the error range of 15 minutes.

"Ronan, turn your head around."

Maxim's voice came from behind, and Ronan turned his head and looked over in confusion, and then saw Maxim staring at him and began to...do his hair, and Ronan had question marks all over his head, "Huh?"

Maxim did not answer Ronan, but carefully arranged his hair - when he was upstairs, he spent thirty minutes on his own hair, and Ollie complained that he might have put half a bucket of pomade on his head, even if When the typhoon came, this hairstyle would definitely not be disturbed, but now it happened again?

"Wait, you won't be..." Ronan was a little speechless, unable to believe his own judgment.

"Don't blink." Maxim said quickly, "Keep your eyes wide open, um, that's good." Maxim was using Ronan's pupils as a mirror.

Slowly, slowly, Ronan's eyeballs rolled up, facing Maxim with white eyes.

But Maxim didn't care at all,

Satisfied, he finished the work of "looking in the mirror", patted Ronan on the shoulder, "Thank you", then turned his head and complained about Ollie, "You are holding your phone again, are you sure the phone screen is still intact? It's not because of you Cracks appear in the passionate eyes?"

Oli was completely immersed in the game and ignored Maxim at all.

"coming!"

Cliff's tense voice came from the side, beating Ronan's arm continuously, but the flapping flapping was like a waterwheel made of feathers, with no strength but interference, "Is it him? It's him! He looked like a reporter! Ah! He saw us!"

Before he could finish his words, Cliff realized that he had exposed his whereabouts, and quickly turned around, pretending that nothing happened, and kept winking at Ronan and Maxim, "Don't turn your head, don't turn your head, Otherwise, your whereabouts will be exposed."

Ronan just thought it was funny, turned his head and looked over, only to see the person Cliff thought was the reporter, walking all the way through the hotel lobby towards the elevator, Cliff was still pulling Ronan's There was no sound in the arm, but Ronan looked away with his facial expressions.

"He left." Ronan said to Cliff dumbfounded.

Cliff didn't understand, "Huh?"

Ronan repeated again, "That person has left." Cliff immediately turned his head and looked over, staring blankly at the figure who disappeared at the elevator door, "This is Washington, there must be a lot of reporters, but even Being a reporter doesn’t mean that they came here to interview us.”

At this moment——

"Sorry, I'm late. I hate Washington because the traffic here is as bad as New York. It's terrible." People arrived before they heard, but it was not the direction Ronan and Cliff looked at, but from the other side He turned around and appeared in front of them without any mistakes.

The reporter in front of me...is very ordinary, with a smoke gray golf shirt paired with black overalls, and a small black bag with a long shoulder strap on her left shoulder. I'm afraid it won't attract too much attention if thrown in the crowd. The only thing that looks a little abnormal, It's his face.

The red and black red and black skin can see the traces of being burned by the sun for many years, and there is a faint white outline around the eyes. You should have the habit of wearing sunglasses at ordinary times. You can tell that you are a person who has been traveling outside for a long time.

Sensing the gaze cast by the band members, Wyatt looked around the four of them respectively, then took out a business card holder from his pocket, handed them to the four of them one by one, and finally found Ronan without any mistakes. Introducing himself formally, "Wyatt Garcia, 'Rolling Stone' reporter."

Although he didn't say much, the meaning conveyed by his eyes couldn't be more obvious:

I am not a scammer.

However, Ronan lowered his head and stroked the business card carefully, and began to read it seriously. His actions and demeanor sent out an obvious signal: business cards can also be faked.

This made Wyatt fuming, and the swearing almost came to his lips. He didn't expect Ronan to take the first step, "Sorry I have doubts about your identity, please forgive my rudeness, mainly because I am flattered, we have never accepted It was the first time I was interviewed by a magazine, it was 'Rolling Stone', this level of treatment is like a dream, even now, we can't believe it."

First an apology, then a lowered gesture of appreciation.

Wyatt's temper was suppressed forcibly. Looking at Ronan's bright eyes, he was slightly stunned, and gradually came to the aftertaste——

Ronan was teasing him.

As a reporter for "Rolling Stone" magazine, even Bruno Mars paid more attention to it. Wyatt was used to the ease of talking and laughing among big-name stars. When he was suddenly questioned on the phone, he was inevitably impatient. He was teased by the young band in front of him.

After calming down at this moment, Wyatt looked at Ronan again, with a trace of scrutiny in his eyes.

The last time I had a quick glance at Verizon Center, Wyatt didn't leave any impression at all, but when I met him head-on today, the whole image suddenly became clear:

Texts from Twitter, videos from Youtube, pitifully few materials, those fragmented and trivial information were pieced together, and finally condensed into the appearance in front of you. It was obviously the first time we met, but it seemed that we had known each other for a long time.

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