One-star idol counterattack plan

"Don Quixote" describes a man who is obsessed with chivalric literature and fantasizes that he is a medieval knight and calls himself "Don Quixote de La Manche" (the guardian of his hometown).He took a horse, pulled his neighbors to be his servants, and embarked on a grand trip in his fantasy. On the way, he did a series of stupid things that he thought he was a hero, but in fact it was ridiculous, and finally he came to his senses.

The song is also divided into four performance stages.

The first stage is Don Quixote’s love and enthusiasm for knight culture. In the second stage, he is blinded by imagination and gradually thinks that he is the knight in the story. In the third stage, he begins his journey aggressively and arrogantly. Seeing the reality clearly, he died of illness in his hometown in frustration.

This song needs to control the emotional expression at different stages, and pay attention to the tone of the middle part and the final ending.The difficulty is not low, but it is not deliberately difficult level.It even seemed that the third graders had done enough to save face and did not choose a show that the juniors would never be able to perform.

"I didn't expect the first song to be so troublesome. Is it really okay to be an A?"

On the blue panel, after the AI ​​host announced the song to be performed, some people couldn't help sighing.

This can be said to be a race where the mantis' arm is the car, and of course it has attracted the attention of the whole school.At this moment, not only the audience who were attracted by the novelty competition, but also the students who had odd children were watching the live broadcast. Among them, the first and second graders who were also in the idol department were the ones who paid the most attention to this.

"Who knows, they really think about what they do. They failed miserably last time. Why didn't they learn their lesson and get beaten this time?"

The other person also couldn't understand. While watching the live broadcast interface, he threw the question to others, "What do you think? Xiang Ming."

The person called didn't answer, as if he didn't hear.

The man called a few more times, but he still didn't get an answer. He turned his head to look impatiently, retracted his head in fright at a glance, and shrank back: "Hey? Why do you have such an expression? Who messed with you?"

The blue-haired young man raised his eyes coldly, his dark golden eyes seemed to be filled with blood and murderous aura, which made the man's neck shudder.

"It's nothing." The man with unkind eyes said so.

The questioner Nuonuo, who was conscious of the rest of his life after the catastrophe, nodded, turned around immediately, stopped talking, and was annoyed in his heart who he had offended, Xiang Ming's cold face.But just because this guy is easy to talk a lot recently, you can't really think that he is very close.Maybe except for Xiang Ming's parents, no one can benefit from him.

The disturbing classmates withdrew, and Xiang Ming also turned his gaze back to the screen, frowning, very dissatisfied.

After a long while, he clenched his fists and murmured unwillingly: "Being preempted... how can I let you all show off!"

"Next time, I must be standing there!"

Similar conversations also took place elsewhere.

"Class A is really an outsider. Obviously everyone lost together, but they sneaked away by themselves and challenged the third graders."

Makiyama Yusuke curled his lips, and sat on the rocking chair, swaying, as if he would be thrown out in the next second, but the person concerned didn't care.

"What's even more disgusting is that they obviously brought people from A-levels with them, but they didn't come to us. It's like someone's behavior, they only come to us when they need it." Yusuke Mushan, who was sitting on another rocking chair He added, with the same indignant look, "Is that so, Jing Liu?"

This time, the talented composer who followed the two older troublemakers also nodded: "It's not good to be xenophobic. The so-called music is of course a harmony created by many notes. It's not good to let them take the lead. In this case, our next Send the battle stickers later."

"Of course, I still want to learn how I used to make appointments and throw the challenge book at them!"

"Cunning! That's what I do."

"If you do that, you will be disqualified. Be quiet, both of you." After the strange bumping sound, laughter came from other students in the classroom.

These thoughts of the audience in the audience ended with the opening of the curtain.

Everyone knows that at this moment, the battle has begun!

While some audience members held their breath nervously, the true face behind the red curtain was finally revealed.

Under the clear and clean sky, several huge windmills rotate with the wind, wooden wheelbarrows are pressed on the piles of golden grain, and the grassland in the distance is lush and green, with flocks of sheep roaming around.Passing birds flicked lightly and quickly, drawing long thin white lines.The low houses with red bricks and white walls are scattered and orderly, and they are as lovely as rooted mushrooms on the brown flat ground.

All kinds of bright and bright colors together outline the exotic and wonderful atmosphere.

In the melodious and soothing tune, seven people wearing flaxen cloaks appeared from both sides and moved closer to the middle step by step.

The chanting and powerful singing voice depicts those omnipotent figures in the legend like a scroll.

"In the era that never goes away, when the people are helpless, there is a group of special and highly respected people."

"They are loyal, brave, fearless, trustworthy, sacrificing, upright, compassionate, and chivalrous. Their swords and armor are for those who guard them. Their love and righteousness are for the faith in their hearts."

Until they stood in the center of the stage, like the moment when the monsters revealed their true faces, they tore off their cloaks, revealing the high-waisted, long-legged, heroic knights.The light armor that symbolizes honor is shining with silver light, and together with the confident expression, it forms a mighty posture.

"No one knows their strength, no one knows their bravery. Their names are passed down among poets, and their stories are written in books."

"They have the same glory, and they have the same pride. When you encounter difficulties, you will never forget to shout his name."

"Knights, knights, abide by morality, take into account chivalry, and respect loyalty. They walk the land, defend life, and protect property."

There was a chorus of "bass".The seven knights pulled out the long swords at their waists and pointed them directly at the sky. The singing voices of worship became passionate and proud, as if they were as famous as the man in the story.

"I swear to be kind to the weak, I swear to be brave against the violent...I swear to die for the one I love"*

The singing became more and more intense, as if layers of waves rolled up, constantly pushing the melody upward and faster, and finally the accumulated water finally reached a peak that could not be ignored.

As a result, the shocking waves rushed to the sky, and at the height almost touching the top, they slanted down with a bang.

"My horse conquers mountains and rides through danger. My sword slashes and slays the wicked. My armor is unstoppable and unstoppable."

"The wind in the mountains calls me, the armor on my body reminds me, and the sword in my hand inspires me.

It's time, it's time, I should ride a horse to guard the girl I love, I should kill those inferior people off my horse, and I should march towards the distant wind! "

"I am the omnipotent, heroic and loyal Don Quixote, the knight who fights against all injustices in the world and dedicates himself to all honors!"

Transformation in one go.

The knights holding long swords were full of vigor and confidently attacked the huge windmill.It seems that in their eyes, that is the only unforgivable enemy, and that is the villain that needs to be wiped out.

Treating windmills as giants, inns as castles, convicts as persecuted knights... Don Quixote, who did all kinds of ridiculous things, and Don Quixote who saw his true nature, finally woke up.

The long sword disappeared during the journey, and only a wooden stick picked up at random remained to support the tortured body.

The crumbling knight was no longer in high spirits, he had lost his armor, his face was covered with dust, most of the light in his eyes had disappeared, and he was walking on the muddy path in embarrassment.

They sang in voices of hidden resentment:

"Dreams, dreams, damned dreams! A vain delusion! I was bewitched by what a terrifying demon, step by step towards a front that doesn't belong to me."

"The knight has disappeared, and it is recorded together with other disappearing things. I was driven by some crazy idea and gave up a life that should have been peaceful."

sad, painful.

Acknowledged the defeat.

"If anyone wants to be a knight again, I am the greatest advice."

"The dream when I was young should have ended when I was young."

"Or, let me never wake up."

The desolate knights sat alone beside the grain pile where they had read knight books, and closed their eyes tiredly.

The wooden stick in his hand rolled into the burning bonfire and was completely burned.

This grand fantasy reveals the final truth.

This concludes.

"Huh..." Until the performer disappeared, Yi Xin let go of the breath she had held for some time, and let out a long breath, "You sang really well."

"I didn't expect such a performance, it's really worth it to be here!" Another girl was equally excited.

Just as the two were about to start a discussion on the same idea, they were splashed with cold water.

"It's still early." The man was confident, "It's true that you performed well, but compared to the third grade, it's not enough to win."

"Why, you've done a great job!" the girl retorted.

"You're not a professional agent yet, so I don't understand." The man smiled.

"I'm afraid this song won't win."

Xing Dou stepped down and returned to the lounge to take a sip of water, calmly throwing out this thunderous conclusion.

If it is said by ordinary people, some people will definitely say that it is to spoil others' ambitions and destroy their own prestige.But the person who spoke was Xing Dou, so no one jumped out to interrupt at will.They all knew that Xing Dou never joked.

The originally calm atmosphere fell into a stagnation, and everyone's expressions became heavy.

"Why? Your performance just now was better than when we rehearsed."

Yang Yu first broke the silence and looked at Xingdou.

"That's right." Xing Dou lowered his eyes and said firmly, "But it's not enough."

This time, before Yang Yu could ask again, Bu Yinian stood up.He patted Xing Dou on the shoulder and said: "The most important point of this song is the transformation. The deeper the transformation and the stronger the contrast, the more it can reflect its meaning."

"Everyone did perform well in the first part. But the problem is in the latter part. Maybe I say you can't understand it now. You can watch the performance of the third grade."

He pointed to the screen.

The ready-to-go third graders opened with a performance that was similar but differed in many details.

They appeared on the stage in fairly decent clothes, held their heads high, picked up a book that fell on the ground, looked at it with relish, and sang the lyrics at the beginning, praising the beauty and strength of the knight.

As the singing becomes more intense and the emotions rise, the worship of knights in the lyrics reaches its peak.

They actually took off their neat outer clothes carelessly, picked up the old armor clumsily, and put it on roughly, trying to dress themselves up as imaginary knights.

The atmosphere of absurdity and ignorance, humor and wackiness has become more prominent.

This point was improved step by step when they even pulled out the scabbard twice, chattering at the donkey on the side of the road.

They seem to let go of their bodies and minds, devote themselves to Don Quixote, and really regard themselves as that ridiculous bastard.In comparison, the performances of the first and second graders were much more reserved.

When the confrontation at the highest peak came, they still raised their chins confidently, trying to get what they wanted with that sword that cut through nothing.

Until the situation took a turn for the worse and the dream was awakened.

The misery and confusion, sadness and remorse are all integrated into the singing, overlapping layers, echoing out a touching tone.

It also instantly broke through the disguise of the seemingly invincible Don Quixote.

—— "Or, let me never wake up."

A funny comedy ending in a real tragedy is undoubtedly the biggest contradiction in the world, but this conflict, under the interpretation of the third grade, is as real as reality.

"...Do you understand?" Bu Yinian's expression became lighter, "This is the gap."

No one dares to question it.

Everyone knows who has grabbed their eyes.

Xing Dou quietly looked at the performers who bowed and took a bow, without saying a word.

This is just the beginning.

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The author has something to say:

Singing is not the home of Xingdou, the group strength is more, so I wrote it like this.

I compiled some lyrics, no need to search, there is no such song.It is different from the story and does not completely match the story.

*The marked content is in the knight manifesto, not written by me.

————— Valentine’s Day, add an Easter egg, it’s not a drama.

was excluded.On that day, Xing Dou thought so.

No matter where he goes, there are a bunch of people who will take the seat he wants to sit first and stare at him with burning eyes.

He glanced at this group of strange people, thinking whether to use tricks to get rid of them, or to scare them away with strength.

Before he could think it over, the pink-haired boy smiled and handed over a box of things: "Xing Dou, this is for you."

It's like flipping a switch.

"Xing Dou, this..." "There's mine!" "Hey, don't grab it!"...

After taking this box in a daze, a large pile of boxes of different colors and sizes crowded over, tightly enclosing him and making him unable to get out.

The bitter aroma lingers at the tip of the nose, revealing a touch of sweetness.

The group of guys in front of them made a fuss after giving the box, arguing fiercely about weird things, such as "who was the first to think of it, who can get the first one from Xingdou" and so on.

It's inexplicable, why do other classes also come to get involved?

He has already been hated to this extent?Are you going to be the first to deal with him?

Xing Dou was finally rescued from the box pile by the belated teacher.The group of people who made noise in the classroom were fined half an hour of etiquette training, and left in a disheartened and unwilling manner.

"Thank you, teacher." He thanked politely, feeling the faint lingering smell on the tip of his nose, a little itchy.

"You're welcome." Gong Guangxi looked at the group of boxes thoughtfully, and threw something out of his pocket, "Take it, the teacher only has this."

Xing Dou subconsciously closed his hands to catch it, and opened it carefully.

It's a chocolate ball.

"Mr. Gong?" He was a little strange.

"Huh? Don't you know?" Some nasty class teachers laughed, "Today is a day to express love."

He looked at the stacked boxes jokingly, and gave the stunned students a final fatal attack:

"You are loved by many people."

"Eh?"

At that time, Xingdou didn't know how many people would ask him to take back this "love" in disguise on White Valentine's Day.