One-star idol counterattack plan

Forms such as relay dance have high requirements for teamwork and on-the-spot performance, but there is no time to discuss countermeasures at all.

The proper intermission and the preparation before going on stage leave room for discussion.Even in this one, the third grade performed first, and the first and second grades had a few more minutes to think.

"For the third graders, this choice is, on the one hand, to show their care for the students." Bu Yinian sneered when he said this, "on the other hand, it is also a display of strength. It seems to say that with their The tacit understanding between them does not require such a long run-in and discussion, and they can directly perform on stage. But this is also a way to seize the opportunity, this time it is not us who can give the audience a 'preconceived' impression."

"It sounds like the seniors have a deep understanding?" Xia Yuan glanced at the expressions of approval from the other second graders, "Have you suffered from this before?"

Sure enough, the faces of the second graders looked bad.

Bu Yinian stopped the restless others with a look, and glanced at the unlovable junior: "It's meaningless to talk about those boring things at this time, why don't you come and see how they perform. If we The set themes collide, so we have to hurry up and change the topic.”

An Masi tugged at Xia Yuan's clothes, gave him a calm look, and looked up at the red curtain slowly rising on the screen.Including Xing Dou, other people's eyes were also concentrated, waiting for the appearance of the third grade.

At this moment, everyone in the audience has the same curiosity and expectation.

In the end, in this game that combines dignity and authority, strength and strategy, how will the first shot of the war be fired.

The thick red cloth faded like a cloud, revealing only a moment of darkness, and the golden light tore through the background, suddenly illuminating the world.

The innocent laughter that belongs to children resounds in the wind of freedom.The background of the past is like layers of old sunlight, with a touch of nostalgia and sentimentality.

Two teenagers in white clothes and white trousers walked across the street, laughing and playing.Childishly playing hide-and-seek around buildings, holding hands and chasing flying birds, propping up casually, kicking up, making a smart hip-hop dance, facing baskets on the street Make a cool shot.

There is a lively dance between the light steps, and the seemingly playful steps actually have a wonderful rhythm.Sometimes it looks like an elegant white crane, sometimes it looks like a flamboyant peacock, and sometimes it looks like a cheerful and clever bird.

There is no need to think about where dance is, their every frown, smile and every move is dance itself.

The casualness, joy and freedom, and unrestraint of young people are all reflected in the leisurely sightseeing of these two people, which makes people dizzy.

"As expected of a third grader." Someone sighed in a low voice, "This kind of muscle control and such a natural sense of expression can only be achieved by them who have been honed for three years."

"More than that." Gong Guangxi rested his chin, his green eyes reflected the shadow on the stage, and his tone was still relaxed, "The content of the performance they chose is also very flattering. It's not their past, but ordinary people. Some have a carefree past.”

"Young people don't know how to feel sad... This is probably the past that most people want to go back to." He chuckled, "This is true. I don't know how my students will deal with it."

Feng Xuesong watched quietly for a while, then suddenly said: "Then do you want to gamble again? It's like the beginning of school."

"Huh?" Gong Guangxi was a little surprised, "Last time we both suffered losses and had to stay here as teachers. Do you still want to bet this time? Are you going to be a teacher for a few years if you lose this time?"

"There's nothing wrong with being a teacher." The guy who was very reluctant before the start of school said this, "But this time I won't bet on it. Those who lose can invite those children to watch the performance at the International Theater, how about it?"

Gong Guangxi raised his eyebrows: "It's hard to grab a seat in the International Theater, but since you are willing to bleed, it's meaningless if I don't come to play with you. Which side do you want to bet on to win?"

Feng Xuesong glanced at him, and said unhurriedly: "I..."

The voice was lost in the increasingly heavy background sound, only the two parties knew what kind of expectations they had this time.

At some point, the young people who were having fun on the stage disappeared, replaced by two upright and dignified performers in white suits.What's interesting is that the upper body is clearly wearing a suit that symbolizes the status of an adult, but the lower body is wearing jeans that are neither fish nor fowl.Their hair was combed back, revealing their smooth foreheads, their eyes turned uneasily, their lips were pursed, and their slightly childish faces couldn't hold up their serious expressions.

The clean and bright office looks spacious, but it is actually full of traps.Sometimes there will be a transparent glass door, sometimes a dummy with an unhappy face that suddenly appears, sometimes a mountain of folders, sometimes a passerby with a prickly face and a smile, and sometimes a coffee cup that is shaking and about to fall .

The two walked side by side, their steps were light and fast, their movements were a little clumsy, and they tried their best to avoid these traps.Thrillingly flashed through the glass door, turned around and faced the dummy with a cold face above. He lowered his body and saw the piles of documents, and his smooth movements connected into a line, bringing out a natural dance.

The relaxed and cheerful posture of a bird seems to be bound by invisible but ubiquitous iron chains. Although the original speed is maintained, it is inevitable to appear a little heaviness and pressure.The faster and faster speed, the more and more proficient movements, all tell the boringness of mechanical repetition.

The light in the eyes diminished little by little, the corners of the lips pursed became more real, and wrinkles appeared between the brows at some point.

The past leisure and pride faded away from them, just like a white suit was stained with dust a little bit, and it became dull and ordinary.

After pushing open one door after another, they came to the last house. The two people standing side by side looked at the only exit, and looked at each other silently.They looked alike as if they were the same person, with the same exhaustion and expectation, complexity and struggle in their expressions.

For a moment, one of them held out his hand, inviting a dance.The other followed silently.The familiar dance is a taste of the past, but the sun is no longer the same golden, revealing the whiteness of everything, and the farewell hastily ended.

The last person turned around calmly and walked away at a slower pace than when he came.

Another stepped over the door frame and disappeared into the darkness, and no one looked back.

"Together, the 'now' where we gain and lose." Bu Yinian's face darkened, "This performance overlaps with what we had originally planned. If we perform as usual, it will be difficult to be more brilliant than theirs."

"Besides, we originally booked more people than them, and the effect shown is definitely not as harmonious as theirs." Anmasi added.

Yang Yu nodded seriously: "Then what about our backup plan? That won't hit."

"The spare part about the 'past' overlaps with them." Xia Yuan glanced at the stage, "The past we performed will be greatly reduced."

"What about the third and fourth editions? Was there originally a fourth edition?"

"The third and fourth editions are difficult to perform well in terms of our expressive power, and they are too difficult, which is why these two editions will be put behind. If possible, it is best to perform according to the previous two editions, reducing the Difficulty." Bu Yinian rarely frowned.

"However, some parts of those two editions are no longer usable. Even if the continuation is forced, there is no suitable ending to perform."

"Then what should we do, or come out with the third version first? The third version is indeed very difficult. If you mess up, it's better to force the first version."

"Just follow the first two plots that are still usable, and then create an original ending?" "It's easy to say, but it's not like you don't know how difficult the original ending is."

"Be quiet." A calm voice suddenly sounded, and the recognizable tone miraculously suppressed the gradually noisy discussion, "The last paragraph has begun."

Following Xing Dou's line of sight, the scene on the stage really took on a new look.

That is the "future" given by the third grade.

After passing through the innocent "past" and the tense "present", what we will welcome is the "future" shrouded in brilliance.

The stage layout is simple and bright. The single performer straightened his back, walked calmly through the street with people coming and going, bypassed all kinds of obstacles that appeared in the office, and finally stood in front of a cozy house. Push the door and enter.

A gentle and light golden color was seen outside the window, water droplets rolled down on the bright green plants, and the cat in the corner purred a long time.

In the waltz that sounded at the scene, the performers in gray coats danced alone.

He no longer has the arrogance and ignorance of a teenager, is no longer depressed by difficulties, and is no longer worried about encountering any changes. He shows a calm and indifferent smile.

Shuttle on the sofa, on the bed, in the kitchen and on the balcony, his movements reveal the elegance of the years, and the calmness of being flattered or humiliated.Every move is not a rigid design, but more graceful and smooth than the design.

The bird who couldn't find its direction in the "past", and the bird who wandered around in panic and panic in the "now", finally has a place of rest for the soul in the "future".

He dances with a fluidity that seems almost unthinking.Turning around, raising hands, bending down, waving hands, pouring out as if blending into the body, like a crane walking leisurely, stretching out wide wings, beeping, beckoning to the distant wind, and then leisurely retracting.

Wings that are powerful enough can fly at any time, and this time there are no dark clouds and rain to cover them.

There is no need to deliberately show off those gorgeous moves, and there is no need to tense your nerves to make difficult combinations. At this time, he is as free as he used to be, but he is not unrestrained.He adheres to a certain boundary, behaves politely and suavely, and makes beauty a cloak, one with himself.

His clothes are still gray, but much lighter. Standing in the sun, it looks like light white.

In the free and enjoyable dance, he smiled slightly, full of gentleness that has gone through wind, frost, rain and snow.Even the ending action has a unique tranquility.

It wasn't until he bowed to thank him that people were relieved from the peaceful and beautiful scene and realized that the performance was over.

That was the answer handed in by the third grade.

——Even if we know nothing about the past, and the present that has experienced hardships, we will usher in a hopeful future.

Don't be afraid, don't worry, don't worry.

"Life" only.

The audience was quiet for a moment, and then bursts of applause came as promised, dedicated to the performers who performed such a wonderful plot.

The actors on the stage expressed their thanks politely, like the winners who have already stood on the podium, with the stability of a well-thought-out plan.

"Let's abandon the original story."

Behind the scenes who were about to take the stage, someone withdrew their eyes and dropped the proposal like a thunderbolt.

"give up?"

Bu Yinian looked at him: "Are you serious? Xingdou, what else can we do now? Part of their third story overlaps with our third edition, and part of it is similar to the fourth edition. It is indeed logical that we should discard that part , but if we do that, how do we perform?"

The attention of the rest of the people also returned to them, seeming uneasy.Temporary changes to the program will bring some pressure to people when it happens. It is not the pressure of lack of preparation, but the change itself is an unspeakable oppression.

No one wants to change tactics at the last minute of the plan.

Xing Dou is very clear, but he is even more aware of the ending according to the original plan: "There are still a few fragments that are not repeated with them in the originally selected plan. We can select the usable parts to form this time. Performance."

"This method can be used....But we didn't foresee a suitable ending shaped by these messy fragments." Xia Yuan adjusted his glasses, "You understand what that means. Even if you are given another version of the ending, you still need to use the original ending. adapted on the basis of

The difficulty is not small, and the time is tight.He didn't say this, but he thought Xing Dou should be able to understand what he meant.

"I know, it doesn't matter." The black-haired boy nodded, glanced at his companions who looked worried, and seemed to hesitate, "You can... trust me."

"Didn't you agree?" He turned his head slightly, so that no one could see his expression clearly, "You shape the past and the present, and I will support the future."

There was a slight hesitation in the tone, the well-groomed black hair could not hide the red tips of the ears, the boy was pretending to be normal.

You can trust me.

When many people heard this, they didn't react for a while, they just stared at the man blankly, and felt a subtle sourness in their hearts for a moment, even the tip of their noses were a little sour, and there was uncontrollable heat in their eye sockets.

It's hard to describe the mood at that moment.

Maybe it's like under the dull ice, the green shoots that finally see the sun meet spring for the first time.

After spring comes, the flowers will bloom in a short time.

The flowers are finally about to open.

Bu Yinian was the first to come back to his senses, bursting out laughing, then returned to his original laxity, and said with a smile, "Then what kind of story are you going to perform?"

He didn't need to ask for opinions, and the fact that no one refuted it proved their joint decision.It was as natural as it had been decided in the first place.

The heat at the base of the ears subsided, Xingdou lowered his eyelashes, and the emerald color swayed in his eyes, like broken gems.

He said slowly: "I thought, how about a story about standing up again after failing?"

A story that fits them perfectly.

At the same time, it is also his story.