One-star idol counterattack plan

Teachers' lounge during halftime.

"I didn't expect the children in your class to be so thoughtful, and finally came up with such a script." The head teacher of Class C praised spared no effort, "Ordinary people can't guess it, your vision is very good."

"You figured out the script halfway through, so don't make fun of me." Gong Guangxi smiled gracefully, "When I chose them to enter my class, I couldn't see them."

"En." Feng Xuesong nodded, "But as far as their current strength is concerned, it's not bad." These four words are very shallow, but they are enough to prove their approval.

"However, the current students still lack a bit of tempering, and sometimes they tend to be trapped there when they receive systematic knowledge in school." Another teacher sighed, "So far, they still can't help being timid when facing the stage. A lot of people played worse than usual."

"There are even a few who can't face the crowd. It's okay not to look at the audience below, but after seeing the performance, the movements start to stiffen, and they even disrupt the rhythm with other people."

"That's why we need to hold such an event to let them get used to the stage." Gong Guangxi watched the projected students calmly, "The more pain you have experienced, the more pain you have experienced, and the whole body will not collapse. "

"Hahaha, is that why you have to give those kids such a difficult problem?" Class B's instructor laughed.

"Speaking of which, the C position in your class is very talented." The instructor of Class D thought thoughtfully, "Even I have never seen a few of that kind of looks. If you can combine strength and mentality Keep it up and there will be big developments later.”

"Indeed." Another teacher agreed, "That is a seedling with limitless future."

"The two teenagers who play Ares and Metis are also very good. Judging from their strength, they should be about the same level as C, and even slightly higher. Did they give up for the victory of the class?"

"No, these are their own decisions, I don't know." Gong Guangxi explained, "If I make the decision, maybe they will not realize how to do it until a long time later."

"You are really open-minded, and you are not afraid of their detours at all."

"If you go wrong just like this and don't dare to turn back, doesn't it prove that they stop here?" The blond teacher replied slowly, without any emotion.

The scene was silent for a moment.

In the next second, someone brought up a new topic: "But speaking of stage fright... your class seems to have it too, the only one who is different."

"Ah, it's about the kid who played the god of death." Someone answered immediately, "His condition is too stable, it's almost like he's on stage for the first time, his every move is extremely calm, and the degree of completion is also very high. It affected the restless stage almost instantly."

"Where did you find this kid?" Class C teacher asked curiously.

"This one... I probably picked it up by luck." Gong Guangxi and Feng Xuesong looked at each other vaguely, "I'm also very interested in many things about him."

"If there is a chance, I would also like to know what kind of heart is hidden under the sharp and untouchable shell of that child."

People in Class A don't know anything about the conversation over there, and Class D's performance has finally begun.

Class D’s stage started with the crisp pipa and the long and clear sound of the flute.

Under the curtain are green pruning bamboos, jagged rocks and quiet garden scenery, the outline is desolate, simple and clear.

Vibrant flowers and green leaves dance together, and the tall plum tree branches are in succession, embellishing the spring scenery of the garden.

The performers wearing similar improved costumes followed the music, slowly rolled up their long sleeves, and their postures were light, like fish swimming in the water, and began to tour the courtyard.

The words with a playful tone gradually came up: "What's the sky with the beautiful scenery on a good day, who's house is the place to enjoy the pleasure?"

Responding to the voice, the performers in pink and thin shirts lowered their heads, showing frustrated expressions, and their dance steps slowed down.

"Wow, this feels amazing, that scene is so beautiful, and it's so meticulously set up." Yang Yu sighed while sitting on the stool while pulling the tassels on his clothes.

An Masi took off the light armor that was added for the effect of the performance, and was also watching the stage: "It's really good. The soundtrack should be a special person to help. This level is very high."

"Why do you have to wear a uniform light pink? There are a few dark skinned people in Class D who seem to almost blend into the background." Xia Yuan glanced at the clothes in disgust, then glanced at Anmasi, "If it is You probably can't see anything except that white hair."

The corner of the white-haired and black-skinned boy's mouth twitched: "What's wrong with you?"

The person who realized that he was a little too excited snorted softly and didn't answer.

"Xing Dou, what do you think?" Wen Lun sat next to the black-haired boy who was watching intently, and quietly touched the end of the wig that he hadn't taken off yet.

Xing Dou, who didn't know about Wen Lun's actions because the wig was too long, focused his eyes, and answered casually: "Slightly... I can't see the C position."

As he said, the performers on stage all do the same moves and wear similar clothes.It stands to reason that the stronger C position will be very prominent, but walking back and forth, without a fixed center position, weakens the existence of the C position.

If you look carefully, you can indeed recognize that the person who is extremely serious and smooth is the C position, but it is easy to lose sight of everyone in the blink of an eye.

For the overall effect, this will lose the opportunity to impress points.

After visiting the garden, it was a startling dream.

After visiting the courtyard, the young lady met a wishful gentleman.

On the stage of class D, half of the performers in pink clothes quietly retreated halfway. When they reappeared, the hazy mist combined with the sudden soft and lingering sound of the flute, and the gurgling sound of the pipa. Langjun in light blue clothes Wei Wei made a paddle.

The pink-clothed performers paused for a while, and approached slowly, one blue and one pink, their long sleeves rolled up, and their hands folded.

"Where did we meet before? We looked at each other as if we hadn't said a word since we met."

They looked at each other and smiled, and their footsteps moved lightly, like loving mandarin ducks, like birds with wings, holding hands and dancing together.The sound of the flute became more and more gentle, intertwined like water, and the performers in groups of two and two seemed to turn the stage into a grand ball.

"It's rainy in the spring, and it's cloudy in Wushan when I sleep."

After understanding the meaning, Yang Yu recalled the plot of the original version of "The Peony Pavilion", and felt a little shy for a moment, turned his head, pretended to be looking for something, and tried to eliminate the sudden embarrassment.

However, as soon as he shifted his gaze, he noticed Anmasi, who had a normal face, and Xia Yuan, who was frowning and commenting unsatisfactorily.

"This kind of realization is too weak." The purple-haired and purple-eyed boy sat upright, and the words were startling when he opened his mouth, "No matter what you say about this plot, it is an important part of the story that reflects the unknowingness of love. The performance of addiction and love depends on It's too weak to dance together, at least there should be a fake ear-to-eye relationship."

An Masi blinked and reminded: "They are all boys, if they really want to do this, it will not be easy to get into the scene." Maybe they will laugh.

"Why is your focus not on objection!" Yang Yu couldn't hold back his words, he couldn't bear it anymore, "Who can really do that kind of play on this kind of stage, no matter how you say it, it's a bit too out of line..."

As he spoke, his voice weakened, white smoke began to rise faintly from the top of his head, and his cheeks turned red.

"So you are from the innocent school." Anmasi glanced at him, as if joking, "Looking at you, other people in the class privately say that you are from the playboy school who uses his face to do whatever he wants."

He spoke in a serious manner, and some of the students who were quietly listening to them immediately turned around, clicked on the virtual screen, and pretended that they were addicted to studying, and never said that at all.

"What kind of playboy, I obviously didn't do such a thing." The blond-haired and blue-eyed boy yelled dissatisfiedly, "If you want to say, isn't it easier for you to get favored, Anmasi, you are tall and reliable, don't all girls like this?" Kind of type? You have been popular for a long time, right?"

Anmasi denied it: "No, it may be that I don't control my expression very well. It seems that people often say that I am fierce behind my back, and there are not many people close to me. If you want to talk about popularity..."

He shifted his gaze, naturally skipped over Xia Yuan, and went straight to Wen Lun and Xing Dou.

Xia Yuan saw what he meant, and sneered: "Why, do you think there is something wrong with me?"

"...So you don't know how annoying your mouth is?" The person who answered was not Anmasi, but Yang Yu who rarely took the initiative to talk to Xia Yuan.

He shook his head slightly, sighing: "Some people have a mouth for no reason, what a waste."

"These words are also for you." Xia Yuan immediately countered.

The smell of gunpowder was instantly ignited between the two.

"I think a more obedient personality may be popular now." Anmasi interrupted their confrontation.

Obviously he was talking about Wen Lun.

"How is it possible!" Yang Yu made an even more unbelievable voice than before, "That guy is obviously not well-behaved at all!"

"Indeed." Xia Yuan adjusted his glasses, "This is irrational."

"Really?" Anmasi shrugged and dropped the topic, "Student Xingdou, which one do you think is the most popular now?"

Xing Dou was still immersed in the research stage, and didn't want to answer: "It has nothing to do with me."

At this moment, the stage is also going to the end.

The blue-clothed man and the pink-clothed man who lost the trace of his beloved occupy half of the stage, separated by time and space, unable to see each other, wandering in despair, dancing the joyous and encouraging dance of the past lonely and depressed, with hard feelings and hearts.

Confusion, hesitation, melancholy, and entangled complex emotions in the music correspond to the faster and faster dance.

"Sleeping in spring, tired of traveling and enjoying. Don't ask for incense and embroidered quilts to sleep."

With an ending full of regret.

The performer slumped to the ground, bowing his head in embarrassment.

The spring scenery in the garden is blown away by the wind, and everything dissipates.Everything suddenly seemed like a dream.

Xing Dou knew that this was the last, and he couldn't help but heaved a sigh of relief—this performance was not outstanding.

Wen Lun was really looking forward to his answer, especially since this topic had something to do with him, so he moved over slowly, and waited until Xingdou had finished reading it before saying as if on a condition: "I got a few questions by chance two days ago. Tickets for a new drama, tomorrow, Xingdou, if you are interested..."

Drama - acting - next game - learning opportunities.

These words flashed through Xing Dou's mind, he was still staring at the curtain call on the stage, his eyes did not move, he pursed his lips: "What do you want?"

"I'm just curious, which person does Xing Dou think is the most popular?" The pink-haired boy smiled and threw the question away.

The black-haired boy frowned slowly, as if lost in thought.

Yang Yu and the others pricked up their ears when they heard something interesting, quietly waiting for the answer.

After a long while, Xing Dou said, "According to the Internet, isn't the most popular pet boyfriend?" He hadn't actually paid attention to it, but just happened to see someone in the game forum divide the roles like this.

"Pets? Do you mean cats and dogs?" Yang Yu asked in a low voice, his blue eyes full of curiosity.

"No, it refers to any animal. It just adds a sense of tameness." The black-haired boy shook his head and said the explanation on the Internet, "Snakes, lions, wolves, leopards, kangaroos, etc."

"Kangaroo... isn't it the type that usually cares like a child, but actually has amazing fighting power?" Anmasi tentatively guessed.

"Ah."

"So the wolf is the lonely but loyal type?" Xia Yuan also understood.

"What a magical classification." Yang Yu couldn't help being amazed.

"Which type does Xing Dou prefer? Do you like cats?" Wen Lun didn't care about the meaning of those messes, and asked the center of gravity, "Or something else?"

Others listened quietly with interest.

Xing Dou fell into deep thought again, he didn't particularly hate or like animals, he was just not very good at dealing with bugs, so...

"If you have to say it, dog." He reluctantly gave the answer.

He still had the idea of ​​raising a gentle dog before, but he was busy with his studies and quickly put this idea behind him.Now he has no energy and time, and he is too lazy to raise it.

"That's right." The pink-haired boy nodded and turned on the virtual screen, "I applied to add you, and the ticket has to be verified, oh wow."

It seemed to hear some strange ending sound.

Thinking about it, Xing Dou clicked on the virtual screen, agreed to Wen Lun's application, and quickly got the ticket.

"Okay, then I'll wait for you tomorrow." Wen Lun smiled happily, leaving the last words aside, everything was normal.

"...I was wrong just now." The black-haired boy remained expressionless, "I like cats."

"That's it, meow."

"……you shut up."