Chapter 1397

"Did you rush or delay?"

"... i... I don't know."

In the face of Andrew's ignorance and bewilderment, Fletcher left the ground angry, a mighty anger rushed to the forehead, a lunge rushed to the front, bypassed the set of drums, stood beside Andrew, like a tiger down the mountain, burst out a terrible momentum, those big eyes like brass bells, as if they could open their mouths at any time, He took Andrew alive.

"Start counting."

Fletcher's cold voice remained calm, and he could feel that the tense emotion was slowly and slowly straightening up, which made Andrew more nervous and subconsciously licked his lips, but the anxiety and fear didn't help at all. After swallowing a mouthful of saliva, he began to count, "five six seven..."

"Count to hell four!" Fletcher roared, and the powerful momentum more and more set off the slight trembling fear in Andrew's voice, so that Andrew couldn't help but close his eyes, which made Fletcher's anger rise, "look at me!"

Andrew, like a robot, crunched his head around and met Fletcher's line of sight in a dull way. That stiff and clumsy action looks really funny, but at this moment it can't cause any laughter, just let people really and clearly feel the deep fear, so that the muscles began to stiffen.

Andrew slightly straightened his waist, trying to cheer for himself, not completely submerged in Fletcher's powerful aura, but his subtle movements did not play any role. Even if he straightened, the stiff lines of his shoulders and neck still did not ease, which made his attempt ridiculous, but unconsciously, Make the palms of the bystanders sweat.

"One two three four."

Andrew's voice trembled uncontrollably, just like the withered leaves shivering in the cold wind. A little bit of wind would break away from the embrace of the branches and trunks at any time and fall down, revealing the timidity and panic in the soul.

"One two three four."

"Pa!"

Fletcher slapped Andrew in the face. The sound was so loud that the pain could be felt in the whole rehearsal room. The naked eye could see that Andrew's cheek began to turn red abnormally, and a five finger mark fell on his green face.

Andrew only felt the strong impact of a sweeping, and rushed over, completely caught off guard. His eyes didn't even have time to blink, so his head flew out. The huge twisting force made his stiff neck in a state of breaking at any time.

Completely in the same place.

Not knowing whether it was conditioned reflex or muscular instinct, or whether it was driven by inner stubbornness or fear, he turned his head again and stared at Fletcher with wide eyes. The counting voice continued without any pause.

"One two three four."

"Pa!"

One more slap, more fierce and more forceful, like a high-speed train, the whole cheek was burning with pain, as if it had sprinkled chili water on the wound. The numbness of the pain aroused the body uncontrollably, and the voice suddenly tightened.

Ironically, this time, he was psychologically prepared and no longer unprepared. But he still did not fight back. He just closed his eyes foolishly and awkwardly. The action of closing his eyes tightly, but he did not dare to dodge at all, seemed so cowardly and oppressive.

Then, he turned his head again and tried to look at Fletcher, but the focus of his eyes had already begun to slip away unconsciously. The constant rolling fear like waves made him clench his teeth tightly, so that the slight sound of teeth collision could be captured in his voice.

"One two three four."

"Pa!"

Another slap, Fletcher is still not soft, he even clenched his teeth, all the anger and all the irritability are contained in this slap, hard, hard to shake down, that pair of huge eyes because of too much attention, too much investment and protruded, it seems that at any time may fall in general, burst out a powerful momentum of biting people.

Andrew is like a mole ant walking in the tornado. He tries his best to hold a piece of sand, hoping to control his body. However, he wanders along with the sand in the wind. His clear eyes are still biting and angry, but the mood in the deep of his pupils is crumbling bit by bit.

"One two three..."

Vaguely, Andrew's voice revealed a nasal resonance. He used all his strength to avoid the impulse of running away; He used his last strength to raise his eyes again, which affected Fletcher's terrible eyes. The whole person was bathed in a sea of fire, as if every inch of skin could feel the sense of separation.

This time, Andrew's count was interrupted.

Fletcher raised his right index finger and pointed to Andrew's nose. "Now, am I in a hurry or a drag?"

Andrew's head is like a paste, he is trying to dodge Fletcher's eyes: what? What is he talking about? what do you mean? What is a rush or a delay? What exactly does this mean? What's going on now? That fear from the bottom of his heart completely flustered Andrew.

"I... I don't know." Andrew tried to keep calm, pretending that he was not frightened at all, and answered in a light way, as if he did not know that it was not a big thing at all. But his stammering words and intermittent voice could not be concealed, and even increased the fear and timidity.

Fletcher shook his head, and Andrew's pupils suddenly contracted, as if Fletcher would start to habitually defend as soon as he moved a little.

But Fletcher did not start, but showed a cold and evil smile, "then come again." The rising corners of his mouth are like the clown, Batman's nemesis.

Andrew realized his cowardice, which made him feel endless shame, even worse than the slap just now. A stubborn spirit began to emerge. He knew that this was a fight to pieces, and he rushed forward regardless. Driven by impulse and stubbornness, he just wanted to fight for a breath.

He secretly clenched his gums, straightened his chin, and looked straight into Fletcher's eyes. The focus and focus were no longer shaking, but he just bumped up with one breath. His eyes didn't move, but his pupils were still trembling. He bumped up with the force of a bull.

"One two three four."

"Pa!"

Andrew's head swung out again, but he swung back at a faster speed. His eyes gradually burst out a fierce anger and evil, as if he could not feel the pain and shame at all. He stared at Fletcher dead and so on, and even held his breath involuntarily.

"One two three four."

"Pa!"

Fletcher, however, was not soft at all. He stepped on the beat of "four" accurately and slapped him in the face.

It's drumming.

With Andrew's cheek as the drum face, Fletcher's right hand as the drumstick, and Andrew's counting as the rhythm, it falls accurately at the third sixteenth note of the fourth beat.

Cruel and bloody, violent and ferocious, truly shows the lesson of blood.

"One two three four."

Andrew's voice has been strained to the extreme. His chin has been lowered unconsciously and his position has been lowered slowly, while Fletcher's perspective is rising slowly. The contrast between the top and the bottom shows clearly and accurately the class status of power control between the two people.

However, Andrew still did not move his eyes, raised his eyes, staring at Fletcher from the bottom up, but that kind of precarious, exhausted vulnerability still can't help but continue to jump out. In this battle of momentum and momentum, although Andrew has done his best, he is still not Fletcher's opponent, or even the enemy of a move.

The contrast between grandeur and insignificance was vividly displayed in Andrew's stubborn eyes full of blood.

Fletcher raised his right hand again, and Andrew didn't realize it. He clenched his teeth, widened his eyes, and waited for another slap in the face. The tension of seeing death as if he were going to blow up layer by layer in the suddenly solidified air, as if all would fall apart with a little force.

"Is it a rush or a delay?" Asked Fletcher, gnashing his teeth.

Andrew held his breath and, before his brain realized it, responded reflexively, "I'm in a hurry." The third sixteenth note of the fourth beat, in time.

"So you do know the difference!" Fletcher's momentum burst out in an instant, just like a tsunami. The rising waves reached the height of ten stories in an instant, and then fell down on Andrew. Andrew didn't have any chance, let alone escape or resist, even the blink of an eye.

Andrew was so stunned that he kept his action. He even forgot to blink. He was staring at Fletcher. His stubborn and impulsive spirit was gradually deflated in Fletcher's sudden outburst, and the panic and fear in his pupils began to surge again.

Fletcher didn't care at all. All his emotions gushed out. He stood up straight again and kept pressing, "if you dare to drag my leg on purpose! I'll kill you like a grass pig! Now, do you want to rush or delay? Or are you going to follow my fuckin 'rhythm? "

When the hurricane came, Andrew could hardly breathe.