One-star idol counterattack plan

The result of the first competition is beyond doubt, the triple-A students won.

But unlike the overwhelming advantage that the third graders imagined in advance, the difference in the number of votes between them is not too far away, and even at first glance, it seems that no matter how hard they try, they can catch up.

"Hey~" Qiu Zizhuo stared at the votes, stroked his chin, and laughed with interest, "It seems that our juniors are not gentle and harmless little sheep, but a group of hungry wolves with sharpened claws eager to try. Looking at them like that, if they don't bite us bloody this time, they probably won't let it go."

"That's not bad, the originally boring game is a little bit more interesting." Another person answered indifferently, "If you beat them easily this time, the poor juniors will cry."

"Let's not talk about winning or losing. I'm just starting to be a little curious about what they will do next."

Qiu Zizhuo looked at the repertoire on the competition panel and thought about it.

"The next play is not so easy to act."

"hateful!"

The muffled thud and the angry words arrived at the same time.

There seemed to be flames burning in the eyes of the blond-haired blue-eyed boy, which made his extremely handsome face appear a bit of unique color, like a rose showing its thorns, full of bewitching brilliance.

He punched down full of anger, and the sofa in the lounge made a muffled sound, which echoed the tone of gnashing of teeth.

The sofa sank a few centimeters, but the excellent rebound material took a few seconds to return to its original shape.

At the moment, no one blames him for attacking innocent objects in the lounge, and no one cares about it.

Everyone here has the same look as him, thinking the same thing.

"Although I had expected it long ago, it is still hard to avoid feeling glaring when I really see my own failure."

Bu Yinian squinted his eyes and smiled as usual, but the smile didn't reach his eyes: "It's just this kind of result of not being up or down, which makes people feel a little annoying."

"..."

No one answered, and no one refuted.

Everyone stared at the similar numbers in silence.

In fact, this is indeed the case. Compared with meeting an opponent who cannot be defeated at all, the result of such a seemingly small gap is the most uncomfortable.

If the third grade still showed the awe-inspiring and inviolable powerful posture as they did at the beginning, they would not think too much about it except that they felt that they were not strong enough and felt sad for a while.

People will not try to challenge opponents who cannot be defeated at all. Human beings have the instinct to seek advantages and avoid disadvantages.

Correspondingly, once it is discovered that the opponent is not unattainable, but can be surpassed within a short distance, the desire called ambition and the instinct to win will be awakened, driving oneself to overcome and win everything.

It's like the person who originally thought that the full score in the exam was out of reach, but finally got a result that was only a few points higher than himself.

Absolutely high walls were breached, and snoopers beyond the walls glimpsed what appeared to be climbable castles to occupy.

Even though he knew that the outcome of the first game was a foregone conclusion, when he saw that the number of votes was not much different from the cheers of the audience, the stupidity of "trying harder, maybe we can win" became more intense.

Or simply put, that's called "unyielding".

I already know that I will lose, but I still don't want to accept my fate, I still want to win.

Because the opponent is not invincible, because the enemy is still a mortal, because the opponent still has flaws.

The instinct to seek victory rattled the brain, the emotion eager to reverse filled the heart, and the deep-seated belief overflowed the eyes.

"We can't lose again." The black-haired boy's clear and firm voice ignited sparks, and the final word was finalized, "The next game is to win."

"To win!!"

The unanimous scorching heat is comparable to the scorching sun in summer, full of vitality and never extinguished.

The second game came as scheduled in such an atmosphere.

A line of words slowly appeared on the screen showing the program, which was the name of the play - "The Fisherman and His Soul".

"I actually chose this script..." Xiang Ming couldn't help frowning, "What are they trying to do..."

Even if you are confused, you can only draw a conclusion after watching the stage performance.

In the deep night, the waves swayed one after another, causing the fisherman on the boat to sway, but could not shake his calm black eyes.

Undoubtedly, this is a warrior who has long been accustomed to the turbulence of the sea, and knows when to attack.

"Wow", he threw the fishing net wrapped in his hand firmly into the sea, and the dense net was like a big mouth that opened, and he rushed straight into the vast sea.

Except for the small lights on the boat and the bright moonlight, the surroundings are all dark.But the fisherman is not in a hurry, patiently waiting for the prey to take the bait, waiting for the moment to close the net full of fruits.

Not long after, he noticed the abnormality, quickly gathered the net surface, pulled up the net mouth, and used all his strength to pull it up.

"I either caught all the fish in the sea, or I caught a stupid monster, or it must be a terrible thing that the queen would be curious about." tight.

Finally, when he seemed to be unable to hold on, the fishing net rose out of the water.

"I don't want it to be a stone..."

The fisherman was sweating, panting heavily to look at it, and stared blankly.

There are no fish, no monsters, and no scary things in the fishing net, but there is a sleeping mermaid.

He has long black hair, long and thick eyelashes, pearly white skin, and ears like transparent shells.His tail is close to the sea at dusk, with brilliant and dull colors at the same time, surrounded by white and round pearls.He was dressed in a transparent platinum gauze, and under the touch of the moonlight, he looked like a gem just taken out of a treasure box.

"It's so beautiful..."

The fisherman stared blankly at him, and it took him a while to think of taking the mermaid away.He stretched out his hand to hug the mermaid, and the moment he touched the cold skin, the mermaid opened her eyes in surprise, her beautiful green pupils staring at him, unable to break free from the fisherman's shackles.

"Please let me go," the mermaid said. "I am the king's only child, and he is too old to lose me.*"

The fisherman pursed his lips and made a request: "Unless you agree, as long as I call you, you will come and sing for me, so I can let you go. Fish like to listen to the mermaid's singing, and then I can fill my mouth with water." Fishing nets.*"

"it is good."

The mermaid agreed to his request and made an oath, and the fisherman kept his promise and let him go, watching him sink into the water, revealing his exquisite upper body.

"Goodbye, I will look forward to the next night." The fisherman said goodbye with a smile, and the mermaid turned and left.

Sure enough, every night after that, the fisherman would go out to sea and call for the mermaid, and the mermaid would appear on time and sing for him.

It was a wonderful and beautiful song.

He sang of the magnificent amber palace under the sea, the roof of transparent emerald, the ground paved with pearls, the silvery fish like birds, the coral swaying like branches, the roaring whales, the seductive banshee of the seabed, the tentacle-long The long cuttlefish, and the boats of opal, and the mermaids with the harp, and the children playing on the seashore, and the merfolks who hold out their hands to the voyagers in the foam.

When the mermaid sings, groups of fish come up to listen to the singing, lingering and refusing to leave.Fishermen took the opportunity to drop their nets and load them back into their boats.

But after all this is over, the mermaid is always unwilling to be touched by the fisherman, nor approach him, just like a statue carved from ice, refusing the temperature of anyone's touch.

"Why don't you let me touch you?" He didn't understand.

The mermaid looked at him quietly: "You are different from me, this is not a suitable distance to approach. We are different."

The fisherman couldn't get more answers, but he became weird day by day.

Schools of fish loitered beside the boat but he ignored them; the harpoon lay submerged at his feet and the basket lay empty.

He didn't do anything at first, just stared at the mermaid in a daze, listening to the moving singing.

When the moonlight illuminated his obsessed eyes and covered him with a silver thin coat, he clearly felt the vibration of his heart.

"I'm in love with you, little mermaid." He said reverently to the mermaid, "Let me be your partner?"

The jewel-like mermaid shook her head: "You have a human soul, we cannot love each other. You are willing to give away a human soul, so I can love you.*"

"The soul can't be seen or touched, so what use is it to me?" The fisherman said without hesitation, "I will send the soul away and become your partner. We will live in the depths of the sea together and visit you Those things that have been sung, do what you want to do, never separate."

The mermaid seemed a little moved and smiled slightly.

"But what should I do?" the fisherman was a little anxious.

"I don't know." The black-haired mermaid said calmly, "Mermaids don't have souls. Come to me after you find a way." After saying that, like morning fog on the sea, he sank into the sea.

Early the next morning, the young fisherman rushed to the priest's house and asked him for help.

The handsome priest with blond hair and blue eyes smiled warmly and listened to his troubles: "What do you want to ask?"

"Father, I fell in love with a mermaid." The fisherman poured out his troubles, "but my soul prevents us from loving each other. I want to know how to send it away."

The priest's face suddenly became serious, and he sighed: "Are you crazy or poisoned? The soul is the most important part of this world. Nothing is more precious than the soul. It is more precious than all the gold in the world. Losing your soul is an unforgivable sin." , why do you do this for mermaids. Mermaids don’t have souls, they don’t know good and evil, and they can’t go to heaven after death.”

The fisherman couldn't understand these words, and he was a little sad: "Father, you don't understand. I am willing to give up my soul for his beauty, and I am willing to give up heaven for his love."

"You go!" The priest drove him away angrily, "Go together with hopeless people!" He slammed the door hard, without sending his blessing.

The rejected fisherman hung his head, left the priest's house, took to the street, and met a group of merchants.

He tried to sell them his soul.The merchants laughed at him and said: "The soul is not worth a silver coin, what use do we need it?"

The fisherman who was rejected again sighed: "The priest said that the soul is more precious than anything else, but it cannot be exchanged for a silver coin from the merchant."

He no longer wanted to sell extravagantly, but rushed to a cave in the strait.There lived a witch who knew a lot of witchcraft.

When the witch saw the fisherman, she put down the things in her hands unhurriedly, and showed a clear and frivolous smile: "What do you want? Is the net full of fish? I have a reed flute that can attract fish. Or A storm that brings riches? I can call a terrible storm. Or a potion that makes anyone fall in love with you, or a poison that kills an enemy? But whatever it is, you'll have to pay."

"I want to throw away my soul," replied the Fisherman.

The witch's face became serious: "This is a terrible thing, but what can you do for me?"

"What do you want?"

"It's just a trivial thing." The witch smiled.

The fisherman accepted the terms and got a knife from the witch.The witch told him that turning his back to the moon and cutting off the shadow with a knife can drive the soul into the body and drive it away.

"Okay." The fisherman was a little surprised, but quickly implemented the plan, and the soul that looked exactly like him attached to the shadow.

"If you drive me away, give me a heart first. The world is cruel, give me your heart.*" the soul said to him.

"If I give you my heart, how can I love my lover?" The fisherman refused him.

"But please give me your heart, the world is cruel and I'm afraid.*"

"My heart belongs to the one I love, not to you."

"Then I can't love?*"

"I don't need you anymore, you can go." The fisherman drove him away indifferently, "Don't let me see you again."

"We will meet again." Soul said firmly.

"I'm going to the sea, you can't go deep into the sea with me."

"Once a year I come back to call you, when you may need me.*"

"What will I need? Do whatever you want." The young fisherman said disdainfully, and jumped into the water after speaking.

The mermaid came up to catch him and took him to the bottom of the sea.

"We can be together forever!" The fisherman embraced him happily, "I will never leave you."

The black-haired mermaid glanced at him, and said softly, "That's up to you." The voice was too soft, and quickly melted into the foam, so no one could hear it.

A year later, the spirit came to the shore and called to the fisherman.

The fisherman appeared from the sea: "What do you want to say?"

The soul asked him to get closer, and then described what he had seen and heard in the past year, including those incredible scenery and experiences in the east, and a special "wisdom mirror".

"I brought this mirror back to the valley that is only one day away from here. As long as you let me return to your body, you will have the greatest wisdom in the world." The soul coaxed.

But the fisherman smiled: "Love is more important than wisdom. He loves me, and I have something better than this."

"But there is nothing more precious than wisdom."

"Love is more precious." The fisherman turned back to the deep sea.

The soul left dejectedly.

In the second year, the soul came to the sea again and called the fisherman.The fisherman appeared: "What do you want to do?"

The soul let him get closer, and then began to talk about the experience of this year, such as the colorful culture and objects in the south, and a ring from the richest king's treasury.

"I hid that ring in a cave that is only a day away from here. As long as you let me return to your body, you will become the richest person in the world." The soul persuaded.

But the fisherman still laughed: "Love is better than wealth. He loves me, and I am rich enough."

"But there is nothing better than wealth."

"Love is better." The fisherman ignored him, turned and left.

The soul went away dejectedly.

In the third year, the soul called the fisherman again.

This time he said that he saw a beautiful girl with a mask, and she was very beautiful dancing with bare feet.

"The city she is in is only one day away from here."

"The little mermaid has no feet and cannot dance." The fisherman thought, curious and hesitant, and said to himself, "It's just a day's journey, and then I can return to my lover.*"

He emerged from the water, opened his arms, and received the spirit.

The soul showed a treacherous smile, like a shadow, returning to him in an instant.

"Let's go." The soul urged him, "The gods in the sea are very jealous and will order all kinds of monsters.*"

The fisherman was urged to leave.They shuttled under the moonlight and came to the first city.

"Is this here?" asked the fisherman.

"No, but let's go in and have a look." Soul suggested.

As they entered the city, they passed a jewelry store, and there was a beautiful silver cup outside, which looked very luxurious.The soul said to the fisherman, "Take the cup and hide it away.*"

The fisherman didn't know why, so he did it.When they left in a hurry, he asked, "Why did you do that? That's not a good thing."

And the soul answered, "Be still, be still."*

The next day they came to a city.The fisherman asked the soul if this was the city, and the soul said no, but still proposed to go in.

As they passed a street, they saw a child standing aside.The soul asked the fisherman to beat the child, but the fisherman didn't know why, so he did so.

"Why did you do that?" After they left, the fisherman was a little annoyed.

Still the soul doesn't answer: "Be quiet, be quiet."

On the third day, they came to another city.This is still not that city, they still came in to have a look.

Because he couldn't find a place to rest, the fisherman had to sit on the side of the street.At this time a kind merchant helped him, and after inquiring about his plight, offered him a place to rest.

But before dawn the spirit woke him up and said, "Go to the merchant's room, kill him, and take his gold. We need it."

The fisherman got up to do so, but accidentally woke up the merchant.

The businessman was very angry, and his eyes widened: "Is this how you repay my kindness?"

According to the instructions of the soul, the fisherman knocked out the merchant, picked up the gold and ran away.

He was far away from that city before he turned red-eyed, beat his chest, and questioned his soul: "Why are you doing this?"

The soul avoids answering: "Be quiet, be quiet."

"No, I cannot be silent, everything you make me do is disgusting, and so are you. You must tell me why.*" insisted the fisherman.

"When you drove me into the world, you didn't give me a heart. So I learned to do it, and I like to do it." The soul replied calmly, "You should know. Don't bother me, don't bother me Don’t worry about yourself. There is no pain in this world that you don’t want to inflict, and there is no happiness that you can’t accept.*”

The fisherman was trembling with anger, he refused to be with this filthy soul, picked up the knife, and wanted to cut off the shadow again.

But this time he couldn't succeed no matter how hard he tried, the soul still existed.

"A person's soul can only be driven away once, and if the soul returns, it must be kept forever." The soul laughed, "This is both a punishment and a reward."

The fisherman's face turned pale, and he shook his lips: "I will seal my mouth with a seal, stop saying what you asked me to say, tie my hands with a rope, and stop doing what you asked me to do. I want to go back, come back Go to where your lover is, and tell him all this."

"You want to go back?" The soul said incredulously, "What's so good about him? There are too many beautiful people in this world, and you can't be with him forever. You already have a soul." The seductive words persuaded the fisherman, hoping that he would go to the world with him to have fun.

But the fisherman ignored it and returned to the seashore, intending to call the mermaid.

This time, the mermaid didn't show up.

No matter how and when he called, the mermaid who promised him, his lover, never appeared again.

The fisherman lives by the sea, does not listen to the slander instilled by the soul every day, and concentrates on waiting for and looking for the mermaid.

Two years later, the soul finally gave up, he sighed: "I tempted you with evil and good, but your love is stronger than me, I lost, and I will not seduce you again, please let me into your heart, like before become one with you."

The fisherman agreed to it.But the soul then complains: "I can't get in! Your heart is wrapped in love, there is no room."

While they were talking, there was noise outside, and mournful wailing in the sea, as if they were paying homage to someone who had died.

He jumped up and ran to the beach in a hurry.The rolled up waves dragged a figure, as if protecting a gem, carefully placed the thing on the seashore, and came to the fisherman's feet.

It was a mermaid with eyes closed.He has beautiful black hair, fair pearly skin, long wet eyelashes, and turquoise eyes.

But the fisherman knew that those eyes would never open again.

Trembling, he knelt beside the mermaid, hugging him with trembling hands, touching his cold forehead with his pale lips, trying to warm him with his body.

Crystal drops of water rolled out from the corners of his eyes, and he hoarsely uttered a mournful cry, as if he had been abandoned by the world and felt helpless.

The bitter taste mixed with the sea water sank to the bottom of my heart, and what flowed out were painful fragments.

Huge waves hit from afar, trying to swallow everything up, and the mournful sound from the bottom of the sea was still echoing.

"Go, if you drag it on, you will die!" The soul anxiously persuaded, "Your heart is closed to me, your love is too strong, you can't even give me your heart, just let me go to another place." world."

The fisherman ignored him. He whispered to the mermaid, "Love is better than wisdom, more precious than wealth, and more beautiful than anything else. I shouldn't leave you. Even though I have gone so far, your love is still with me."

"I'm here to fulfill my promise, I'll be with you forever, even if it's an unreachable hell, please wait for me."

He hugged the mermaid tightly, smiling, and was overwhelmed by the huge waves.

The soul at last finds the entrance when this love reaches its peak and cracks open, and becomes one with him as before.

Only the priest discovered all this on the coast in the morning.

He was angry, silent, and finally buried the two with a sigh.

The waves are noisy, witnessing everything.

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This story is adapted from Oscar Wilde's story, the only parts are quotations.