King of Stage

Three space-time dislocation

boom!

The lower abdomen tightened and the upper body leaned forward. Ronan slammed forward, and his forehead collided with each other crisply, like a ripe watermelon.

Immediately afterwards, the reaction force pushed the two of them to lie back. Ronan once again felt the unfriendly resistance from the hard wooden floor. The collision of his waist and shoulder blades caused his body to curl up reflexively, grinning his teeth uncontrollably. It hurts.

ah!

The exclamation came from the other side, and when Ronan sat up straight again, he could see the little friend scratching his head on the opposite side, raising his hands and constantly rubbing his forehead like a chestnut being peeled off. All the expressions were mobilized, and there was no image at all.

Huffing and wheezing.

Ronan saw the distressed appearance of the other party at a glance, rubbing his forehead continuously, as if his forehead had been cracked, and his white teeth were clearly visible, and he was even dancing on the spot, as if the floor was scalding his feet. After a disco dance, a smile appeared in his eyes.

Then the other party also saw Ronan's distressed appearance. His wet hair looked like a soaked chicken that had broken into the desert, and his whole face was wrinkled like a steamed bun. There was no way to take care of his forehead, palms, and buttocks, and it dripped down. The drops of water continued to slide down the T-shirt into his body, and the wet T-shirt stretched his body stickily.

"Ha ha ha ha!"

Totally ignoring his own embarrassment, the other party pointed at Ronan's funny appearance and burst out laughing, seeming to have forgotten the matter of Ronan's fainting just now, and even followed Ronan with his heartless appearance. Laughed out loud.

pain.

weightlessness.

pant.

And... Ollie.

A series of conditioned body instincts and brain reactions made Ronan stunned—real, everything that happened around him was too real, not just the pictures captured after his eyes regained their sight, nor just the physical feelings The physical reactions I received, as well as the strange information coming out of my brain.

Him, Ronan-Cooper.

The one standing in front of him, Ollie-Love (Ollie-Love), is 185 centimeters tall but has a baby face.

Behind them who are arguing, Cliff-Baron (Cliff-Baron) has a conspicuous beard; and Maxim-Pfening (Maxim-Pfening), whose deep facial features are like ancient Greek sculptures.

They were watching, regular customers at a bar called High Noon in New Orleans.

The four of them formed a band called "King-For-A-Day" and performed at the "Noon" bar tonight.

Obviously, they are not a popular band, and the bar is not a crowded performance venue. There are only 20 or 30 people at the scene, and they are not customers who come to watch the performance, more like "come to drink Enjoy the show by the way" guests.

Information like this, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah.

The most important thing is that it is specific and substantial, rich and complex, and a huge amount of information fills the whole head in an instant, triggering a reaction like a big bang in the universe, as if... directly stuffing another person's twenty-five years of life into it at once My own brain instantly suffered from indigestion.

Even the dream team of "Inception" can't do this.

Ronan, take a moment.

"Have you recovered now? Are you sure you're all right? Do you need to go backstage to take a break? But... the lounge in the back is like a stove. If you stay in it, you may soon become dehydrated. However, standing in the bar There's no place to rest, and it's not a circus. The bar patrons were supposed to come to enjoy the band's performance,

In the end, I just came to watch the circus. "

"Or...you hide under the bar table?"

Ollie's chattering and chattering voice once again drew Ronan's attention back. At this moment, Ronan was finally able to escape temporarily from the intricate chaos of vision recovery, hearing recovery, dream awakening, etc., and then noticed more details:

English.

Ollie in front of me is speaking fluent and pure English, but not Chinese; moreover, Ollie is obviously a born blond man, not the familiar black eyes, black hair and yellow skin; also, it should be the first time we meet The stranger in my mind, but the familiarity in my mind will not lie.

So, what's going on?

The last second, he was still asleep, lying on the wooden bed in his rented house, dreaming in a daze; this second, he woke up, and changed from Ronan, who was born and raised in Jiangnan, into... I don't know what Ronan Cooper looks like yet.

Things, it seems, are kind of, not quite right.

take a deep breath.

Take another deep breath.

Ronan temporarily put aside the turbulent and complicated information in his mind, and after calming down, he will sort it out slowly. The most urgent task is to figure out the current situation, "Ollie!"

"...you should see a doctor, I think you should, or a small cold could turn into a total disaster. Besides, you are our lead singer, and if there is no lead singer, the band How can we perform? We absolutely cannot break the contract!"

Looking at Ollie who was talking to himself, Ronan had no choice but to control the other's shoulders with both hands, and then called out loudly again:

"Ollie!"

This time, Oli finally came to his senses, staring at Ronan with round eyes, "What's wrong?"

"What time is it?" Ronan asked the simplest and most direct question.

"Uh... what time are you talking about?" Oli didn't react, and directly showed his wrists to Ronan. The round vision was silently protesting: Didn't you see it? I didn't carry a watch either!

"Year." Ronan showed a helpless smile, and then added to cover himself, "I... my whole brain is a mess now, and I am so dizzy that I can't think, as if all time and space have been disrupted. It’s a mess, I don’t know where I am.”

"God!" Oli showed a worried expression, did not answer Ronan's question, raised his hand and put the back of his hand against Ronan's forehead, asking a test question.

Although a little awkward and jerky, this time, Ronan didn't resist. He needed an excuse to buy himself time to adjust.

really.

Ollie shook his head lightly, "Your forehead is still a little hot, probably because the fever hasn't subsided yet. I said this morning that we should postpone or even cancel the show. Your condition is so bad that you talked nonsense all night yesterday. You're so dazed you can hardly stand up, but you still..."

Seeing that the nagging couldn't stop at all, Ronan had to interrupt Ollie, "I had a dream last night, a very, very long dream, it was like going back to the time when the band was just formed, when they got the first performance Opportunity, before going on stage, we were so nervous that our hearts were going to jump out."

Of course, these are lies, all of which are clichés, without any substantive content at all, but they can make Ollie enter the state.

"I remember! Of course I remember! How could I forget?"

Ollie also showed a nostalgic look, "It was so beautiful at that time. We didn't understand anything, we just believed that we could shake the world with the instruments in our hands. Relationship. Unexpectedly, seven years have passed in the blink of an eye."

Having said that, Oli sighed softly, and when he looked at Ronan again, his eyes showed empathy.

"Who would have thought that it is already 2012? Hehe, tell me, is the end of the world predicted by the Mayan civilization really coming?"

2012?

So, he went from Magic City in 2020 to New Orleans in 2012?

Ronan felt that he needed to catch his breath.

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