Three Hundred and Thirty-Two, Wait for a Slap in the Face

Buzz buzz!

Buzz buzz!

In the quiet compartment, it seems that the trivial sound of the heat wave can be clearly felt, and that kind of sound continuously surges above the eardrums, forming a disturbance, so that the whole person's judgment on external things becomes blurred and dull When I got up, I completely forgot where I was in the end.

"Hey!"

With a shiver without warning, Cliff's consciousness returned to his brain, and he watched the familiar palm trees outside the window slowly receding. He was further confused about his position, and then turned his head. Looking over, you can see the bandmates sitting neatly.

Ollie is gently tugging on his bow tie, as if he is too tight to breathe, and the focus of his eyes has also collapsed invisible; Maxim is confirming his state with the mirror of the silver cigarette case, Always worried that there might still be blemishes in the morning's neatly trimmed beard.

And Ronan?

Ronan looked out of the car window calmly, a little lost in thought, unable to figure out what he was thinking, but his quiet and peaceful demeanor would not lie, the calm state seemed to be on the way to vacation, which was different from the slightly anxious and tense person in the car. The atmosphere does not appear to be on one frequency.

"Ronan?" Cliff made a sound, but was surprised by the hoarseness of his voice.

Ronan turned around in response, only to realize that Ollie kept tossing his bow tie so that it was crooked, "Do you need to loosen it a little?" Ronan asked Ollie, Ollie pursed his lips cautiously, but Still shook his head, "It's okay, I'm fine."

Ronan didn't say much, "The bow tie is crooked." Then he raised his hand to help Ollie adjust the bow tie, and said, "If you feel uncomfortable, just adjust it a little bit, we don't want you to faint on the red carpet above." A small joke, but only Maxim laughed.

Maxim temporarily stopped his action of confirming his beauty, looked at Cliff and Ollie who couldn't laugh, and couldn't help joking, "If you are in such a state, if you win the award tonight, you will probably faint immediately It's over, relax, relax! It's not a big deal, don't act as if you haven't seen the world."

At this time, the One Day Kings took a limousine to Staples Stadium. Today is the day when the Grammy Awards ceremony will be officially held. Round and round, it was packed to the brim.

Alice looked at the relaxed and freehand Maxim, and couldn't help but tease, "What about you? If we win the award,

Don't you expect it at all? "

"Of course not." Maxim said as a matter of course, "I am a man ready to conquer the world. Tonight I will show everyone how handsome I am. If I win an award, I will definitely stand on the stage shining brightly." , this is my moment, and I am fully prepared!"

Shouldn't this be the band's moment?

Alice was about to complain, but saw Ronan's wink, so she swallowed her words, and the smile in her eyes couldn't help but surge.

Ronan ignored Maxim who had the peacock spreading his tail, and looked at Cliff, "What's wrong? What did you call me just now?"

"..." In fact, Cliff had already forgotten why he called Ronan, because he couldn't function his brain because of nervousness, and his thoughts were fragmented, and now he was almost out of breath, "Aren't you nervous?"

"Nervous, of course nervous." Ronan admitted frankly, nervous because he cared, "This is the Grammy, how could I not be nervous? It's just that I hid it better. It is because of the Grammy that I am so nervous today." We need to do our best on the late stage, after all, we have been waiting for too long."

After a slight pause, Ronan's gaze slowly turned to his teammates, Cliff, Maxim, Ollie, and Alice who was traveling with him.

"A lot of people are waiting to see us laugh, now is the time for us to prove ourselves, so nervousness should be the motivation."

After finishing speaking, the smile on the corner of Ronan's mouth lifted up lightly.

Before the Grammy Awards ceremony, Scooter Braun bluntly stated in an interview that he was very, very disappointed with this year’s Grammy nomination list. He believed that Grammy may have been tarnished by some people. The absurdity of the list is the best proof.

Although the reporters didn't know why, they just thought that Justin Bieber didn't get nominated, and Scooter was bombarding Justin for the Grammys. There are words in the special words, which are obviously aimed at them.

The rise of the king in one day was really too sudden and fast. It took less than three months from Bruno Mars' concert to the Grammy nomination. It has already jumped up strongly, which really makes Scout furious——

This is the band that he had asserted early on that he had no future, and that he had to suppress and kill the band after putting down his ruthless words, but then he just got up and slapped him in the face?

The Grammy nomination was very unexpected. When Scooter knew about it, it was too late. To describe it, the anger erupted like a volcano.

But the problem is, Scooter doesn't know how the King of the Day jumped up, Bruno Mars? Or Atlantic Records? Or is it some other behind-the-scenes boss who can't see the clue for the time being? Because of the unpredictability, Scout couldn't find the target even if he wanted to launch an attack, so what else can he do?

Scooter, who is so witty, would not be stupid to attack casually, otherwise he would not be able to survive in the industry, so he blamed Sang Huai to vent his anger on the Grammys - not to provoke the Grammys, but to complain Grammy nominations, after all, is an area where everyone can have their say.

Scooter was waiting to see the Kings embarrass themselves one day, sure they would come away empty-handed at the Grammys, and the performance stage would be drowned in starlight—every year there are some dark horses at the Grammys, but after the ceremony They are fleeting like meteors, too many to count.

Of course, Scooter is not the only one. From the storm of negative public opinion on social networks, it can be seen that the voices of bad-mouthing the king are really not small, even if they have no grievances or enmity at all.

At this time, seeing Ronan's calm and calm smile, the band members could understand what he meant——

The best way to deal with hatred is to be happier and happier, and let those haters be tortured by their own negative emotions to the point where they would rather die.

The more people want to see the King of the Day make a fool of himself, the better the King of the Day has to be.