Drum to Dust

With a smile on his face and the drumsticks in his hands, Zhao Luo was now standing in front of the first drum.

'Let's do it.'

Zhao Luo arched backward as he let his arms fall freely behind him so he could get that extra momentum when he would strike the drum.

Mite who was watching Zhao Luo going all out had it hard to hide his smile.

'He is making the same mistake again. Hahaha yes just do it like that and fall again.'

Mite screamed in his mind.

He could Imagine seeing Zhao Luo vomiting out blood as he would be thrown away by the attack of the drum.

Mite continued watching Zhao Luo who was gonna struck the drum.

While Zhao Luo was taking his position.

'Haha.'

Zhao Luo who was positioning himself was looking at Mite from the side of his eyes. It was like Zhao Luo had predicted this reaction from Mite. 

Zhao Luo did this to make Mite happy just so he could step on his happiness.