One-star idol counterattack plan

The results of this competition are projected directly on the screen, and everyone can see the votes obtained by their respective groups and classes.Since it is held in the college, students can go back to the class directly after the end, which also reduces the trouble of running back and forth.

The total votes of the four groups in each class can be judged by adding and comparing the total number of votes.

Class A has the highest total number of votes, more than 2 votes higher than No.500 Class B.

Class B, who narrowly beat Class C in the first round, widened the gap with Class C in this round, with [-] more votes. Class C only has dozens of votes more than Class D.

After two consecutive games, it seems that the winner and loser of this class confrontation has been vaguely determined.

Xing Dou sat in the classroom, quietly looking at the votes displayed, and hearing the excited cheers and joyous discussions of other students, he always felt a little dazed.

The first victory made him happy, but after the second victory made him happy for a moment, he couldn't help thinking—why did it go so smoothly?

Even though he had prepared early and made full use of the available places, he still felt somewhat unreal when the predicted results actually came.

In his memory, there is rarely such a situation in which he has the advantage for two consecutive games, and he has played to the fullest and won naturally. It seems that when they don't know, there is a goddess of victory who smiles quietly behind her back and turns the scales. One end leans towards Class A.

Is it because Class A has many five-stars?No, if that's the case, Class C shouldn't have gotten that many votes.

So... is it because the growth path taken by the people in Class A is such a type of step-by-step steady progress without hindrance?

Looking forward, Xingdou saw Yang Yu with brilliance in his eyes, Anmasi with a subtle smile, Xia Yuan with a curved mouth, and...

He glanced at Wen Lun, who was two places away, and got a cute smile from a pink-haired boy who didn't know why, and then turned his eyes away.

If this is the case, then you are really lucky, and you happen to be with these people who are going well, maybe you can avoid all the situations that will be eliminated, embark on a smooth road, and get the chance to debut very easily, becoming one person Get the ending of chicken and dog ascending to heaven.

But that wasn't the story he wanted, and it wasn't the goal he was after.

He doesn't want to rely on these people to win.

The black-haired and green-eyed boy lowered his eyes, his lips were tightly lined, and his somewhat indifferent expression stood out among the group of excited boys.

But the current him, probably...

The noise in the entire classroom disappeared after a man appeared, as if it had been muted by a button, and there was no sound in an instant.

The man has brown hair and brown eyes, wears thin-rimmed black-rimmed glasses covering his long and narrow eyes, and wears a serious shirt and black trousers. His expression is conventionally serious, not arrogant.It was their teacher for this competition, their assistant class teacher, Feng Xuesong.

Feng Xuesong entered the door and glanced at the students, stood on the podium without expression, coughed lightly, and then gave his evaluation as lightly as possible: "Everyone did a good job in this competition."

"It's better than I imagined." He seemed to feel that one sentence was not enough, so he paused and added another sentence.

What responded to him was cheers and shouts full of pride and joyful surprises. For a while, the place was as noisy as hundreds of ducks quacking at the same time, almost breaking through the glass and attracting a wave of other people's attention.

Feng Xuesong felt that he still underestimated the characteristics of teenagers who couldn't help boasting, but he didn't expect that just two sentences would trigger such feedback.He rubbed his temples with some headache, waited for half a minute, and pressed something next to the podium.

After a soft "beep", the students who were separated by many soundproof screens and forcibly muted calmed down and looked at the teacher peacefully.

"But from a personal point of view, everyone still has room to learn and improve." Feng Xuesong scanned everyone in the audience with sharp eyes, and went straight to the topic, "Let's start with the topic."

He gave examples one by one of the groups whose themes were relatively clear in the second competition, and then further explained their performance methods, performance conditions, script adaptability and other issues, from the shallower to the deeper, step by step.

Hearing this, the students who were still confused at first suddenly understood, and finally understood the key points of this competition and the mistakes they had made without knowing it.

Xing Dou also felt that he had benefited a lot, and while listening carefully, he recorded on the virtual screen, temporarily suppressing those hidden worries to the bottom of his heart.

Feng Xuesong spoke for two hours. After explaining roughly clearly, he gave the students a 15-minute break to let the students move freely, and then said that they would talk about some of their problems individually later.

Many people wanted to breathe a sigh of relief just now, and immediately sucked it back, but they didn't dare to show it too obviously, and could only secretly complain in the class.

Yang Yu was one of those who didn't like "drinking tea and chatting" very much, and was already thinking about how to quickly admit his mistakes this time so that it could end as soon as possible.

Anmasi thought that his acting skills were not good this time, and guessed that Feng Xuesong, who was always strict, would not let him go easily. Even though he was not worried at ordinary times, he sighed at this moment, waiting for the blow of the sentence.

On the contrary, Xia Yuan and Wen Lun seemed to be in a relaxed state. One of them felt that there was nothing wrong with their performance well, and they were not afraid of the teacher's criticism. type.

Xing Dou wasn't too surprised by this, but was just curious about what problems Feng Xuesong would point out later.According to his assumption, it may be that emotional expression needs to work harder.

In fact, he has always felt that it is a good thing to be guided by such an excellent and serious teacher, at least he does not have to grope in the darkness of complete ignorance, and he will not find the wrong direction and walk on a distorted path, let alone those who have experience far beyond theirs. Come help.

Being able to stand on the shoulders of giants is a blessing in itself.

Xing Dou thinks that he has already made preparations for this after experiencing that dream, and will not be scared away by criticism and scolding.

So under the scorching eyes of Class A, Feng Xuesong began to give advice in groups.

The first is the Yang language group.

"To be honest, your performance is something I didn't expect." Feng Xuesong looked at Yang Yu with an admiring expression, "Compared to your stiff and deliberate performance in class, you are completely different now. You can see that in terms of acting skills The growth rate is very good.”

Yang Yu was stunned, and the teacher continued to say in the next second: "But your problem lies in the subtle sense of detachment. It seems that sometimes you can't completely put yourself into the role. You need to concentrate on learning..."

Then Feng Xuesong called the other people in this group one by one, and it didn't feel oppressive as the students imagined.

The other people who were secretly observing the situation watched and suddenly understood one thing——Feng Xuesong is not the type like Gong Guangxi who criticizes you to be ashamed to see people with a smile, on the contrary, he is very objective and peaceful, and also That means the risk is reduced!

Just like this conclusion, the Anmasi group that followed did not get a storm of accusations.

The brown-haired man looked at the uneasy students, and he didn't express his anger because of their low votes. He just calmed down a little: "Luck is indeed a part of strength, but it is impossible to dominate the victory every time. You just know each other earlier. That's all."

Then the topic changed, pointing out areas for improvement in their dazed expressions.

While these performances let the students of Class A breathe a sigh of relief, they also changed their impression of Feng Xuesong a bit.

When it was Wen Lun's turn, the pink-haired student was quite calm, with a vague smile on his lips, as if he was sure that he would not be criticized.

However, when Feng Xuesong, who had a peaceful attitude before, met him, his eyes sharpened, his thin lips parted, and a lot of critical and dissatisfied words burst out: "The big taboo on a multi-person stage is to be too indulging in the emotions of characters, even yourself. You can’t even see where you are, and it’s forced to act as a one-man show. If your plot is not because the last part is separated, it will definitely become a fragmented situation..."

The completely ruthless posture and sharp and precise words directly frightened the students who thought he was talkative a few minutes ago.

In a sense, this is even more frightening than Gong Guangxi's hidden knife in his smile.

Didn't you see that Wen Lun couldn't hold back his smile?

The students trembled, watching Feng Xuesong finished talking about Wen Lun's group, and then slowly walked towards the last little lamb - Xia Yuan's group.

Yang Yu glanced at it, and couldn't help guessing: Xingdou and the others will be fine, right?

The others were also guessing whether it was mild or intense this time, secretly paying attention to the movement over there.

Xing Dou was also inevitably affected, and couldn't help being a little nervous. Seeing the brown-haired teacher standing still in front of him, he looked him around carefully, and slowly pulled the corners of his mouth:

"Xing Dou, just as Teacher Gong said, you are a child who always surprises people."

Feng Xuesong started with these unrecognizable words, and in Xingdou's increasingly restless heartbeat, he pointed out some problems in emotional expression and lines as he wanted, and then continued unhurriedly: "... But in this competition, if you want to ask me whose performance is the most surprising, I will not choose anyone other than you."

Xing Dou looked at those calm and deep brown eyes in astonishment, and saw his little self reflected in them.

"Compared to just starting school, you have gradually matured, and you can see that you are a very good child, talented and willing to work hard."

Feng Xuesong moved closer and lowered his voice: "But as a teacher, I want to remind you not to press yourself too hard, or you will never be able to bear it. Don't worry, just grow up slowly."

The teacher, who seemed a little impersonal on the outside, smiled at him: "I'm still looking forward to how many incredible changes you can bring."

After speaking, he patted the back of the black-haired boy naturally, and casually turned to the next person.

Xing Dou looked at all this at a loss, touched his face the next moment, turned his head to the side, and hurriedly brushed his hair down, trying to cover his hot cheeks, only to feel that after being praised so formally, his ears also warmed up up.

It was the first time he realized this kind of real feeling of being praised. He had never felt this kind of feeling from the light praise from the teachers in class before. Even when they were praised by Yang Yu after the game, He didn't feel special either.

Perhaps it was because he was also vaguely looking forward to having someone authoritative enough to tell him "you did a good job" after such a game.

With such thoughts in mind, Xing Dou returned to his dormitory at a slightly brisk pace with the illusory and joyful feeling of stepping on clouds.

He flung himself on the bed, rarely sat down lazily, and wanted to let go of his thoughts quietly for a while.

The notification sound of receiving the message in the next second attracted his attention.

At a glance, it is about the situation of the next game.

Clicking on the message casually, the black-haired boy shrank his green pupils against the light for a moment, and opened his mouth slightly:

"This is……"