Four Hundred and Seventy Real Sense of Popularity

Maxim swears, he really can't open his eyes.

If possible, Maxim would never appear sloppy in any public place, even if there is no need for public places, even if only the band members are present in private, he still hopes to keep himself in good condition, with a good appearance You need to show your charm.

It has nothing to do with others, it's just Maxim's own insistence, which is also his bottom line.

But now, Maxim realizes that if even the time to drink saliva becomes so precious, then his appearance really doesn't matter.

Maxim still remembers that when he was watching the TV series "Band of Brothers", he admired the soldiers who kept rolling in the mud in the trenches and even washed their faces with the mud, and he admired them from the bottom of his heart. How did it happen—Of course, it was a time of war, and now it is a time of peace, so things are naturally different, but Maxim still couldn't imagine what kind of life that was.

Up to now, Maxim has finally experienced it himself, and he finally understands that there is no need to go to the battlefield. Such a situation may be encountered in daily life, really busy to the point of not touching the ground, really busy to the point of coma, don't say My own image has changed, and I don't even know where to put my food.

Then, shape and image are not as important as imagined.

The same should be true for mothers who take care of their children.

In the first three days after the Grammys ended, Maxim still insisted on removing makeup, washing, and grooming, making sure that he could appear in the workplace in the best condition every day, but now, let alone removing makeup, he was even willing to give up When eating, I hope to squint a little longer.

Like now.

Although Maxim knew that the recording of "Jimmy's Chicken Feather Show" was about to start, his blurred and chaotic brain was still a mess, and he couldn't wake up. He couldn't lift his heavy eyelids. What was going on in his mind? None, just thinking, let me sleep a little longer.

"Maxim...Maxim..."

A voice seemed to come from the outer space universe, and Maxim could vaguely catch the echo, but he still couldn't open his eyes.

boom!

A powerful impetus struck, and Maxim instantly felt the state of weightlessness. His body swayed for a while, and then he managed to open his eyes.

But the surrounding sounds are still hollow sounds from the universe.

"You need to see for yourself, it's already crowded outside."

What? where? Why are there so many people? What the hell is he talking about?

Maxim's mind was full of question marks, and he didn't know what the other party was talking about. He just vaguely judged that it was Ronan who spoke—wait, was it Cliff?

But now Maxim didn't have time to care about it. He barely opened his eyes, turned his head and looked out of the car window, and then vaguely saw a dense sea of ​​people spreading out, and the boundless ocean seemed to be like a tide. It hit his face and hit his head and face, which made Maxim close his eyes reflexively.

"...Let's go around again, they can't open their eyes at all now, if they get out of the car at this time, TMZ's photos may become black history..."

Some fragments of words could be vaguely captured, but Maxim still didn't know what was going on. He turned his head and looked at Ronan's position—about one direction, "What's going on? Huh?" The vague words were incomplete. , It's like speaking again after ten years of silent practice, your throat is so dry that it's like a cracked land, and if you say a few more words, you will spit out the dust directly.

"Fans. All of them are fans." Although Ronan couldn't open his eyes, he was in much better condition than Maxim. He had already practiced the unique skill of being able to close his eyes and fall asleep anytime, anywhere, and to recharge his batteries. The energy recovery speed is also very fast, and he should be in the best state except for Iron Superman Cliff.

"Um?"

Maxim's processing speed of information was very slow, and after buffering for nearly ten seconds, he finally realized, "Oh, fans?" Then he paused for a moment before he really understood what that meant, "You mean, fans? "

Such a speed of response is really touching.

At this moment, Cliff has fully woken up, and he should be in the best state, "Maxim, fans, fans! The fans standing in front of the stage cheering for you and screaming for you! They are crazy about your handsomeness." fans! Now the audience is full of fans, with no end in sight.”

Maxim was a little touched, "But, what are they doing here?" He still couldn't make up his mind.

"For you, I scream when I see you." Cliff couldn't laugh or cry.

Maxim still couldn't turn around, "Isn't this a talk show?" The subtext was, it's not a concert, what are the fans doing here?

Alice looked helpless at the thoughtless and naive answers of several people, but seeing that she was about to reach the entrance of the studio again, she had to interrupt and said, "Then they came for you, so you just ignore them?"

"..." Maxim was silent for a while, "That's not acceptable."

The professional spirit in the subconscious finally woke up.

Although his eyes were still closed at this time, Maxim still took a deep breath, then forced himself to pull himself together, and slapped his cheeks hard. The forceful posture was like a slap in the face, and the crisp sound of slapping made everyone else tremble. Couldn't help feeling the pain instead of Maxim.

Moreover, the force was so ruthless that the dazed Ollie was frightened and shrank back, as if seeing a live dinosaur.

The slight tingling sensation finally woke Maxim up a bit, and then his eyes finally opened, and he looked at Alice quickly, "Where's the mirror?" Just tidy it up, he doesn't want to appear as a bum.

There was another period of turmoil, and the sleeping car finally became lively again, and then the car finally approached the studio again after a half-circle around Burbank, and a grand and magnificent scene unfolded in front of our eyes——

Three hundred people? More than three hundred people?

At least 1,000 or even 1,500 people can be seen in front of the eyes, densely packed at the entrance of the studio, surrounded by three layers inside and outside, so that the entrance of the studio cannot be seen, except for people or people , because the road is relatively narrow and the space is relatively limited, the scene of the sea of ​​people is magnified several times, as if you are really surrounded by the vast ocean, and it is impossible to make an accurate judgment.

Spectacular!

Because it was too turbulent and too crazy, they all began to doubt their eyes, just like a dream.

"Are you sure they're here for us? Not Matt Damon?"