One-star idol counterattack plan

It can't go on like this, there is no time to entangle with that trivial emotion.

Xing Dou is very aware of this, and he has worked hard, trying to suppress this overly gloomy and gloomy mood, not wanting to interfere with the normal progress of the game.

But human emotions are very capricious. You don't know at what stage it will break through the blocking dam, overflow violently, and stain everything with too strong colors.

If he doesn't think about it, the corners he glimpsed from the corner of his eye will still evoke memories; if he doesn't think about it, the stage that appears in front of him sweeps through his mind with the scenes from the past;

In the ubiquitous breath, there is cowardice and dejection that cannot be shaken off, and the lingering figure.

Just waiting for the vote in the second game, Xing Dou was dragged into the past, seeing pale lights, trembling arms, and suppressed crying thanks—towards the empty audience.

So Xing Dou understood that it was an inescapable nightmare, a shackle that mortals were powerless to struggle against.

"What should I do? At the last step, am I the one who went wrong? Isn't it too unseemly?"

The black-haired boy who was left alone leaned lightly on the wall, raised his head halfway, barely raised the corners of his mouth, covered his face with one hand, and asked in a low voice.

It seems to want to get an answer from oneself, and it seems to be the final compromise without resistance.

"Xingdou will have no problem."

Among the people discussing in low voices in the cafeteria, Yang Yu's words were still solemn and firm, without any doubt.

"Really?" Xia Yuan adjusted his glasses and glanced at him provocatively, "What evidence do you have?"

"What do you know, a guy who only wears glasses to play cool." Yang Yu snorted coldly, "Xing Dou is not such a weak guy, and now he is just temporarily troubled, and the matter will be resolved when he thinks clearly."

Xia Yuan sneered: "In the end, it's just my own speculation. Can this be used as a basis? Are you sure you don't need to retake the reasoning and logic class?"

Yang Yu jumped up from his seat and glared at him viciously: "Then you mean, Xingdou can't do it? Do you want to bet? If he can dance well, you can walk upside down from here." Go back to the dormitory."

"When did I say that I don't think Xing Dou can dance well?" He responded with a light rebuttal.

"Then you just said..."

Xia Yuan expressed his position calmly: "I'm just saying that your groundless words are not convincing. Judging from the video during this period, Xing Dou's strength has improved a lot, and he has a chance of winning against the third grader. That’s what it actually says.”

The implication is that you just blindly believe it.

"Wait, you and Xing Dou are not always in the same class, where did you get the video." An Masi sat aside and listened to the two quarreling, and suddenly grasped the point, his eyes instantly became sharp.

The person being watched turned his head nonchalantly, as if he was not the one being stared at.

Not to be outdone, Yang Yu became arrogant: "That's right, how did you know, where did you get the information from?"

"I know about this." The pink head that popped out broke the confrontation, and said with a smile, "There have been some course videos for sale on the dark web inside the school. At first, it was to record the teacher's class so that it would be easier to go back and review. Looking at where I made mistakes, everyone later discovered that the other people they accidentally recorded were, for some people, something that could be exchanged.”

He stretched out his voice, a strange red flashed in his dark pupils, and he glanced at the silent Xia Yuan: "For example, someone's impromptu performance in class or something."

As soon as this explanation came out, the other two immediately understood.

"So that's how it is." Yang Yu quickly swipe the screen with his fingers, scanning the website links, trying to find the entrance to the so-called dark web.

It took ten seconds to realize something was wrong, and looked over suspiciously: "Why do you know so clearly?"

Wen Lun smiled without saying a word, and shrugged.

Of course, Xia Yuan would not be polite to this person who exposed him, he directly mocked: "What else could be the reason, this guy has exchanged a lot of things. I am willing to tell you now, but I am just waiting for you to exchange some things. For example, a group photo taken by chance."

"The intentions are sinister!" Yang Yu commented.

"This is the wisher's bait." Wen Lun corrected, "No one forced you."

The three talked about who was at fault, and the topic became more and more strange.

"At a time like this, the situation of Xingdou is more important than this kind of thing." Anmasi helplessly supported his forehead, and forcibly joined the conversation, preventing the meaningless activities from continuing, "You really don't doubt that he will..."

"If it's Xingdou, nothing will happen." Before he finished speaking, Yang Yu had already given an affirmative answer, his bright eyes were like the morning sun.

"Because it's Xingdou." Wen Lun showed a different smile than usual, a bit genuinely gentle.

"He's the one who doesn't need to worry about this the least here." Xia Yuan raised his glasses with absolute certainty.

So Anmasi also laughed: "What a coincidence, I think the same as you."

They were willing to believe in him, just as the man had never let them down.

At the end of the lunch break, compared to before, the atmosphere of these people in Class A of the first and second grades has eased slightly and is no longer so tense, but many people have not forgotten the conflict just now, and their faces are full of anxiety.There are also people who are very broad-minded, don't think too much, and walk freely.

With mixed feelings, everyone returned to the backstage preparation room.

Waiting for them was a black-haired boy who looked the same as before.He stood leaning against the wall, with one hand pressed on the virtual screen in the air, and the other hanging down, with a straight posture and calm eyes, as if he had made up his mind.

"Have you figured it out yet?" Bu Yiqing asked with a smile.

No one knows his mood at this moment is different from Feng Qingyundan's on the surface. He obviously believes that Xingdou will not give up, but he is still uncontrollably nervous, worried that he will really hear that bad answer.

Xing Dou pursed his lips, lowered his eyelashes, and shook his head.

Many people's hearts couldn't help suspending at this moment, their breathing slowed down, and they listened intently to what he said, for fear of missing a key word or misunderstanding the original meaning.

"I..." He paused for a moment and frowned, "I didn't mean to shirk, but I'm not sure that I can interpret the theme of 'future' well."

Sung Doo is a man with past and present.

The gloomy, decadent, struggling and failed past, the struggling and climbing present, but it is not clear what kind of future will be reached.

It may sound strange to say this, but he really doesn't know what kind of future he will have, just as he still doesn't know what is the standard for rising stars and what is the opportunity to change his destiny.He just tried everything he could think of, regardless of his intuition and temperament.

It doesn't matter what you have to give if you really want to get something.

All art performances need a soul, not the real human soul, but the emotions, thoughts, and ideas of the performers.This is most easily revealed in the music, and the performance with a personal style is not far behind.

A dance without a soul cannot move people's hearts, infect the audience, or beat the opponent.

If you insist, Xingdou actually "knows" the future.It was his future with nothing but a complete failure.If you put that appearance on the stage, it is absolutely impossible to win.

The world will only praise the heroic rebels, never praise the cowards who can only escape like rats under the lamp.

After listening to his explanation, Bu Yinian smiled nonchalantly: "If it's only this level, it's not really a problem, at least it shouldn't make you feel this level of fear."

He looked at his junior who always felt a little depressed, rubbed his soft black hair, and said in a joking tone, "You are not the only one standing on the stage, don't be arrogant and think that only you can carry everything .Did you know that the past and the present together shape the future.”

"If you can't imagine what kind of future you want, just watch our performance, see it clearly, remember it, and then act out the future you choose."

"As long as that's the future you decide, I don't think anyone will disagree."

As if in response to this sentence, when Xing Dou raised his eyes, he saw pairs of eyes that were not the same, but full of emotions.

Gentle, firm... trusting.

"Xing Dou, you must pay close attention to our performance this time." Someone joked with a smile, "I always watch you intently from below, and finally it's your turn."

"Xing Dou, this is not your stage alone, nor is it your performance alone. We will not lose to you." Someone declared war with enthusiasm.

"Xing Dou, let us guide you this time and take you to where you need to go!" The blond-haired, blue-eyed boy was a little excited, his smile was hotter than the sun, brighter than gold.

The tall black-skinned boy was gearing up: "Instead of leading the way, why don't you compare what we want to express? Can you accurately understand and convey it to the audience? If you lose, why don't you gamble?"

"People who can hold the stage alone are really strong, but don't forget your position in the group, and don't forget that it is also important to believe in the abilities of others." The purple-haired and purple-eyed boy taught seriously, "To be able to get here None of them are stupid, except Yang Yu."

"Hey, what do you mean!"

"Such a basic thing needs to be explained. It seems that it is a tragedy to have no self-knowledge."

"If you continue to quarrel across me, I will really lock you up together."

Yang Yu and the others made a fuss again.

The pink-haired boy took advantage of the gap between the quarrels and approached, with a gentle smile in his dark eyes: "Xingdou, we will help you carry the past and hold up the present. You don't have to worry about anything, and you can stride towards the future you believe in." That's good. You could have done it a long time ago, and you don't have to hesitate now."

He moved closer and lowered his voice: "You have already given me a different future, no matter what, I believe in you."

Another inexplicable words.

Xing Dou was a little dazed, looking at the scene in front of him that was completely different from the heavy exclusion scene he had imagined, but his heart seemed to be pierced by something soft and warm.

Then the solid shell melted like chocolate, revealing a little bit of clear and bright inside.

He suddenly discovered that at least this moment was different from that gloomy past.

At least this moment is a short farewell to that distant past.

At least it is no longer the lonely "abandoned" who is about to stand on the stage.

At least……

This time he didn't appear here with nothing.

The world has indeed changed.