One-star idol counterattack plan

Acting without lines.

Staring at the pink-haired boy on the stage, Xing Dou mumbled the word silently. Even though he knew Wen Lun's talent earlier, he felt a little admiration in his heart at this moment.

On stage, from a personal point of view, expressive and contagious things include expressions, movements, clothing, music, lines, etc.Among them, the lines they speak and the expressions they make can best express their characters and emotions.

It can be said that a performance without lines will be less influential and appealing.

Generally speaking, no one pays much attention to the characters who have no lines on the stage, just like those extras who are on the edge of the stage and are not illuminated by the light.They leave only a shallow shadow, blending in as part of the background.

There have even been times in theatrical performances when the amount of lines represented the importance of the characters.

And those who can make up their minds, delete lines from their performances, and use their performances to attract attention and infect emotions, must have unwavering beliefs, fearless courage and extraordinary strength.

For this game, it is definitely a bold attempt.

Once you take a step, the performance is not good, and the lack of lines will not only not be rewarded, but will also be criticized as one of the reasons for not doing well.

But Wen Lun avoided this possibility and completed an excellent performance on the stage.

This is pure strength, not any external force, nor is it something that can be summarized by the so-called game plot.

In any case, as a performer, Xing Dou thinks he is indeed worthy of applause.

"Oh my god... what did this guy grow up on? How can he act like the real thing." Yang Yu also looked at Wen Lun's stage, and couldn't help but sigh, "For a moment, I was all overwhelmed. Bring up the emotions and feel sad."

"The team after him will be in trouble." On the one hand, Anmasi felt that their chances of winning have increased, and on the other hand, he also felt that the pressure of competition within the class has become terrible. After two groups, otherwise..."

He didn't say the second half of the sentence, but Yang Yu already understood it: "What, don't underestimate us, anyway, anyway, we have practiced seriously."

"At least it shouldn't be the worst in the class." He added without confidence.

Hearing this, Xia Yuan turned his head and looked him up and down, his eyes filled with astonishment: "Before, it was really hard for me to imagine how a creature that had no correct understanding of itself survived. Today is an eye-opener, really strange."

"I'll return this to you as it is." The blond-haired, blue-eyed boy sneered, "To be able to live safely to this day, you must be grateful to our legal system."

"You should choose your favorite tea as early as possible, and let the teacher prepare the treats for you in advance." Xia Yuan also smiled indifferently.

The bickering between the two didn't last long.

One was that Yang Yu had to go backstage as soon as possible to prepare for the performance, and the other was that Wen Lun came back after the performance.

Probably because the performance just now was too shocking. When Wen Lun returned to the lounge, the audience was silent for a moment, and then someone took the lead in clapping and whistling, and gathered around him like cheering, full of praise.

"I can't tell, Wen Lun, you are so strong!"

"You performed so wonderfully! You will definitely not worry about the number of votes this time!"

"Wen Lun, how do you usually practice? Can you reveal some tricks?"...

The pink-haired boy who was surrounded was smiling, expressing his thanks and answering questions from time to time, looking very calm.

Yang Yu's perception of Wen Lun has always been biased towards thick-skinned, shameless, and weird. Even if he witnessed a commendable performance, he would not want to go to Wen Lun who usually doesn't say a few words. Get close, let alone flatter him.

Immediately bypassing the gathered crowd, he took his team members and quickly walked towards the stage.

Xia Yuan and Anmasi were not the type to take the initiative to please others, they just quietly watched this scene from the periphery of the crowd, thinking about each other.

"Speaking of which, why do you always treat Yang Yu like this?" An Masi caught a glimpse of Yang Yu's leaving back, and suddenly became curious about this question.

Although he often acted together with Xia Yuan before, the two of them mostly communicated in their studies, not too deeply involved in each other's background or heart, and it was quite a state of friendship between gentlemen.

In this state, they don't ask each other much about each other's thoughts, at most, as friends, they give some suggestions at the right time.

Now they have experienced two games together, which can be regarded as sharing joys and sorrows.Moreover, Xia Yuan's attitude didn't seem to be as aggressive as it was at the beginning, which made Anmas vaguely feel that if he was asked this question at this time, he might be able to get an answer.

Xia Yuan turned his head and glanced at Anmasi, seeing that he was indeed curious. After thinking for a while, he didn't hide it: "Do you know what makes people who are struggling to pursue their goals more angry than being despised or scolded?"

He didn't wait for Anmasi to guess, and gave the answer straightforwardly: "It's contempt and slack."

"That guy is very clear about what kind of capital he has and what kind of attention he can get." Xia Yuan recalled the meeting at the beginning of school, his eyes flashed sharply, "Indeed, what he has is bestowed by heaven, It’s not something that’s been taken by force, and there’s nothing wrong with making the most of it.”

He straightened his glasses, and his expression turned cold: "But the person who is on the same stage as me by relying on this kind of trickery can't make me not feel contemptuous of him."

Is that so?

Anmasi sighed silently, thinking that it would not be good to continue following this topic, so he changed the direction: "You don't look nervous at all. After watching Wen Lun's performance, it seems that you haven't been shaken at all."

The purple-haired and purple-eyed boy couldn't help but raise the corners of his lips. He didn't want to be too obvious, so he forcibly suppressed the arc, and then said as calmly as possible: "He did perform well, and the team members cooperated very well, but... "

"We have another powerful weapon."

Anmasi followed the gaze that implied deep meaning, and saw the black-haired boy who was concentrating on observing the stage. He looked around and found not much abnormality, and he was curious—what are they trying to do?

While the two were talking, Wen Lun had dismissed all the classmates around him, greeted his teammates, and walked straight in a certain direction.

"Xing Dou." He called, and naturally sat in the same row a little distance away, fixed his eyes on Xing Dou, and couldn't help but hope that he could look at him, as if praying for rain on the cracked ground, praying for favor devout believers.

Wen Lun knew that this state was not right. Although he usually hoped that Xingdou would pay attention to him, he would not have such a heavy and sad desire.

When Feng Xuesong saw his performance for the first time, he was very troubled and told him one thing: "In terms of talent, you are the first person I have seen in the past ten years who enters the scene extremely fast, and has a strong performance. Such a strong student."

"This is a great talent, but at the same time, it leaves problems that are not easy to solve. When you substitute characters, you will leave residual emotions and project them on others. You have to learn to control and not be deceived by the false emotions you create. Go. Remember that you are you, not a character in the play."

Wen Lun remembered these words, and of course he could relate to the current situation. He knew that he hadn't completely broken free from Asa's feelings, but he also knew that this was not something he could solve in a short time.

After all—his Jacob was right in front of him, how could he not be the Asa who followed.

Just as he was lost in thought, the young man's cold and clear voice stung him for a moment: "What's the matter?"

"...What do you think of my performance just now?"

Wen Lun didn't expect that Xing Dou would respond to him, and Xing Dou, who was originally envisioned to be immersed in the stage, would probably simply ignore him.

When I got a reply at the moment, I was both apprehensive and surprised, and I didn't know what to say.But of course he wouldn't say such nonsense as "nothing", but he didn't control his mood and asked his thoughts directly.

The pink-haired boy with a smile on his face faintly panicked: Even if he was mentally prepared, if Xingdou directly said that he was disgusted, ugly, and boring, how would he deal with the outpouring of sadness for him who has not escaped his feelings at the moment...

Fortunately, Xingdou is not the type of person who would casually make nasty remarks about professional performances.

For the fields he longs for and earnestly explores, he has always responded with the greatest seriousness and caution, and rarely denies or belittles easily.

"It's not bad." The black-haired boy said in a calm tone, he didn't say much, he only gave a general evaluation, as if he had to give a perfunctory answer in compliance with the etiquette among classmates, or as if he really had nothing to say and was not interested .

But even so, Wen Lun's high-raised heart fell down: "Just as long as you think it's good."

"But." Before the man could finish his sentence, he finally turned his head to look at him, his deep green eyes were as clear as a mirror, like the light of a lake, "We will not lose to you."

It was a look that was extraordinarily determined, not cowardly or flinching.

"...I'm looking forward to it." The pink-haired boy smiled.

Time passed in the conversation and discussion, the teams on the stage changed one after another, and soon it was Yang Yu's team that came on stage.

Class A paid a lot of attention to the stage at the front C, so they consciously restrained their conversation voices, sat in their seats, and looked at the projection screen one after another.

The music full of lively and bright meaning sounded, and the stage was also sunny and sunny.

In the magnificent garden full of flowers and flowers, a blond boy dressed in gorgeous costumes and many precious ornaments came out surrounded by everyone.

He raised his chin slightly, raised the tails of his eyes, and looked at the man in a large black robe with a crystal ball in front of him, without concealing his arrogance and arrogance:

"Hey, I heard that you are a potion master from a foreign land? What will you do?"

The weird potion master looked up at this young master, and said slowly with a hoarse voice: "Potion master, of course he can only make potions."

"Then what kind of potion will you make? Tell me, Master Ben." The blond-haired, blue-eyed boy ordered condescendingly.

"...What kind of potion do you want? Your honorable lord." The potion master grinned his lips under the hood, and his tone became strange.

The blond-haired and blue-eyed boy frowned, as if dissatisfied with this man's attitude: "Did I tell you that you can do anything? Then if I want the potion of immortality, can you give it to me?"

"Of course." The potion master Jie Jie laughed twice, then magically took out a bottle and handed it to the young man.

"If you dare to lie to me, you will die." The young man took the potion, looked at it curiously, and swallowed it without hesitation.

The wind was strong, and the dark clouds suddenly rose.

The strange potion master laughed, sarcastically and happily: "Congratulations, you are immortal!"

Then the blond boy fell back, unconscious.