One-star idol counterattack plan

Q: Why do you cry?

A: The toy car that I couldn’t get when I was a child, the loneliness of going to school alone for the first time and...abandoning my dreams.

…………

Xing Dou left from the other side of the stage. He walked very calmly. After the performance, he didn't even get too out of breath, and quickly adjusted his body back.

He was going to the dressing room to change his clothes and change back to his original appearance.

"Wait, wait." Someone shouted from behind.

Probably not calling him, there is no one he knows here, and no one will look for him.

Xing Dou didn't think that the man was calling him, and continued to pack his things in an orderly manner, preparing to leave.

"Student Xing Dou, please wait a moment." It wasn't until the man called out his name exactly that Xing Dou was stopped.

"What's the matter?" The voice of the person whose appearance was not covered by the hood was flat.

The person who took the initiative to talk was a little dazed, staring at the person in front of him in a daze, and didn't remember the original purpose until he found the eyebrows furrowed impatiently.

"I, I'm Gong Caiyi." In fact, he didn't know why he did such a thing, but he couldn't suppress the impulse at all, "I, I like your performance very much."

The person whose love was suddenly expressed didn't react, and looked at him quietly, as if waiting for him to say his ultimate goal.

Gong Caiyi was a little flustered when he faced that face, he could only suppress his beating heart, and clumsily said what he wanted to say most at the moment:

"Well, I, I want to be your classmate. I know my level is not enough, but I will definitely work hard! Good-bye!"

After speaking, as if he was afraid of getting a negative response, the slightly shy boy quickly fled from here and headed for the stage.

Ah, how reckless he was.It's too weird to rush forward regardless of 21, saying that you want to be his classmate or something.

In the dim light, Gong Caiyi pinched the roots of her hot ears, and felt embarrassed after realizing it.

However, if you don't tell him now, the dazzling star will leave.

And now, he wants to try to catch up with that star.

Standing on the stage that he once feared, the self-consciously ordinary boy puffed up his chest, ready to do his best and gamble on the future.

The people in the backstage who were impacted by those messy and endless words watched him go away, and didn't stay to watch his performance. They packed up their things by themselves and returned to their dormitory along the path less traveled by.

Open the door, change your shoes, put down your belongings, and... go straight to the bed.

In Gong Caiyi's eyes, the indifferent young man huddled in the corner of the bed, wrapped in a quilt, and lowered his head.

In the blink of an eye, crystal clear liquid slid down from his cheeks and silently dripped onto the dark bedding.

"Today's stage... also has no audience, how inferior I am."

Xing Dou woke up in the middle of the night a month ago.

But he was sweating profusely, his breathing was short, his chest heaved and heaved, his pupils dilated, and a look of horror overflowed his face.

He was immersed in a nightmare.

In his dream, he got admitted to the idol cultivation academy that he had always dreamed of, successfully entered the idol department, and became a reserve army of idols.

I thought I was about to usher in a dazzling life and live a wonderful life that attracted everyone's attention, but was judged by most of the instructors in the college courses as untalented and unsuitable.

He was anxious and afraid.

He wanted to be an idol, and thought he could become an idol, but was told like this: "You are not suitable to be an idol, Xingdou."

As if to prove this sentence, no matter how hard he tried, no matter how many times he tried, he always failed and was always neglected and forgotten in the corner.

On the contrary, those who have been called troublemakers since the beginning of school, and those who are said to be weird idols, shine in the activities again and again.

Others no longer have a look of disgust and disgust towards them, and they can't help making arrangements when they are no longer mentioned.They looked at the group of heavenly favored children with envy and admiration, and whispered respectfully and admiringly when these people passed by.

Those people are still out of place, but it is no longer because of crowding out, but because they are already in a higher realm.

"That's the idol," they said.

The facts seem to be true. Those idols who fought bloody roads in the academy, after entering the society, they easily won the love and support of everyone, gained widespread attention, and left an impression in the eyes of the world.

However, he barely made his debut in an office under a small company, but has not been able to make any achievements. He was even said to be "a false idol who is not as good as passers-by."

In the second year, he stopped doing idol activities and returned to the life of ordinary people, silently watching his former classmates active on TV and the Internet, with mixed feelings.

If this dream ends here, it will be just a disappointment in life, just an ordinary story of failure in pursuit of dreams.

However, at the end of the story, he saw things on the outside, or higher levels.

It turns out that the whole world he lives in is just a setting in a game.A card-drawing game called "Idol Raising".

Those seemingly different students in the college at the beginning were actually high-level cards with a five-star potential index in the game.

For this index, they will be carefully cultivated by the game players, give them appropriate training, cultivate their talents, lead them to expand their network, participate in TV dramas that will definitely sell well, and hold concerts that will definitely be successful.

They are the chosen ones who have been poured with love and grown up.

And in the game, he is just a passer-by character with only one star and only half of his name.

That pitiful index was buried among other ordinary passers-by, and he wasn't even interested in asking the player to take a second look.

No one cared who he was, what he went through, why he wanted to be an idol, why he failed, and why he disappeared.From the beginning to the end, he was a little transparent who was forgotten in the corner, completely irrelevant in the game.

This is the biggest nightmare for Xing Dou.

"Why is this so?"

In this quiet and unique night, Xing Dou stared blankly at the darkness in front of him, and couldn't help blinking for a while, letting the tears in his eyes "click" to drip.

Unspeakable depression wrapped him like sea water, bringing translucent suffocation.

In fact, Xing Dou didn't have much fear and panic about being a character in the game.In his view, the world he lives in seems to be no different, and the people he gets along with are all real. What is false to people at high latitudes is indeed his real life.

It's just that he found out that he was actually a one-star character, and the fact that he was judged not to have idol qualifications was written in the setting, which made him very sad.

It seemed that his life had been confined in those few short sentences, and could no longer be changed.

It was a night doomed to toss and turn.

It was about the so-called drama, Xing Dou woke up the next morning and received the admission letter from the Idol Cultivation Academy, and clearly saw his name appear on the list of idol subjects.

In this era when virtual terminals are commonly used for information communication, paper notices represent a more solemn commemoration and invitation.

Two months ago, Xing Dou applied for the Idol Cultivation Academy.He was apprehensive and looking forward to it at the time, but he didn't know that at this moment, he would receive this notice with such a complicated mood.

Rubbing the gilded paper in his hands, his starry green eyes flickered slightly.

His parents support him to become an idol, and they also believe that he can make his own judgment.Therefore, after confirming that he has no problems in life and has his own direction, he went on a business trip abroad with confidence and boldness.

Now if he told them that he didn't want to be an idol anymore, they wouldn't have too many opinions, maybe they would arrange another academy for him faster.

It's not that he has no other path to choose, and it's not that he has to choose this path, not to mention that there is still a chance for everything.

As a one-star character, even if he goes again, he will not be able to compare with those five-star characters whose endings have already been written. He will never be able to realize his wish, and will always be buried in a dark corner.

There were no flowers, no applause, no audience and no cheers, only an empty and narrow stage, empty seats, and a lonely clown.

Just like countless pasts abandoned by lights.

Xing Dou couldn't help pinching the notice, his fingertips turned white with force, and the next second he smashed the crumpled piece of paper against the wall, as if smashing his delusions and illusions.

And that gray memory.

As if exhausting some kind of courage, he panted, clenched his fists, stared at the ball of paper that rolled to the ground and turned back to his feet, trying to throw it away.

But the moment he bent down, he caught a glimpse of the faintly visible word "idol". The black-haired boy was silent for a while, clenched his teeth, and his eyes were filled with mist unconsciously.

Give up, as long as you give up, there will be no pain, and there will be no hesitation.

Just give up all this, give up the things you once wanted to chase...

He whimpered, but still couldn't help squatting down, and opened the notice neatly with shaking hands.

He tried his best to flatten those traces, carefully hugged the crumpled notice in his arms, and cried out like holding a broken old dream.

But, but!

Why did he have to give up his dream?

Even if the so-called setting is true, even if he is destined to be unable to be cared for and grow up like those chosen children, even if he still can't get anything this time, he wants to block everything and try again.

If you try it, you may regret it, but if you don't try it, you will definitely regret it.

It is a regret that is more sad than anything else.

Xing Dou calmed down, wiped away his tears, fixed his eyes on the name of Idol Section, took a deep breath, and made a decision.

He clicked on the virtual terminal on his wrist, wanting to tell his parents the good news that he had successfully passed the exam, at least so that they don't have to worry about it for himself.

But the moment he opened the terminal, a strange software caught his attention.

The software looks gaudy on the outside, with four large characters of "Idol Raising" written in pink and gold-edged cursive characters, which is very eye-catching.It's just that he didn't seem to have downloaded this software before, and he doesn't understand what it does at the moment.

Xing Dou frowned and clicked the anti-virus software first, trying to detect abnormalities.But that software was not detected as a virus, and it still stayed well, and even compared with other software, it was still shining brightly.

Not a virus?what would that be

In this era when terminals are tied to personal information, the terminal's defense measures can be said to be the ultimate. It should not be remotely controlled by other people to download inexplicable things.

After a little hesitation, he clicked on the software, and several cute Q-version cartoon characters flashed away on the loading page, which made Xing Dou feel a little familiar.

But what happened next made him forget about it immediately, and he looked at the information in front of him in shock.

This is a forum software.

It is a forum for the game "Idol Breeding".

After flipping through the homepage and a few pages of forums, Xingdou came to the above conclusion.

The game has not been officially launched yet, and the homepage only shows the background introduction of the game and some main characters.

The background introduction is undoubtedly describing the appearance of the world Xing Dou lives in, and the main characters can be recognized by him at a glance, they are those people in the dream who have changed from being difficult to mess with to excellent idols.

His figure naturally did not appear.

But those discussion posts made him discover one thing - at present, those popular characters seem to have a lot of attention, and the corresponding officials will be more in line with the opening activities of these people's fans.

For example, there is a discussion post that seems to be that a person who participated in the closed beta enthusiastically introduced a well-formed character in the game.

This post attracted a lot of people who are interested in this game. Everyone discussed and asked questions full of curiosity, which made many people have a good impression of that character before playing the game.

More importantly, the official who finally developed the game also ended, saying that he will make an exclusive plot for this person later, so stay tuned.

This incident was naturally welcomed by the person who posted it, and at the same time gave Xingdou a bold and unbelievable idea—if the official would bow down for the fans of a certain character in the game, is it from another perspective? , if he also has many fans and attention, he can change his own position in this game?

No longer a one-star character who disappeared from everyone, a pitiful person who was forgotten by others.

Those activities and crowds that he once dreamed of, if he could get them...

Just thinking about the possible changes, Xing Dou can't control the various ideas in his mind that sound incredible and seem very feasible.

He didn't know how this forum appeared on his terminal, and he didn't know why he was able to discover all this, but at this moment, he was absolutely unwilling to let the opportunity he got be wasted like this.

"Whether it's a god or a ghost." Xing Dou closed the terminal page, looked at the reflection on the mirror beside him, his pitiful self whose eyes were red from crying, and murmured softly, "Even if the one who stretched out his hand to me is Devil, I would like to catch it too."

There are still seven days before the official start of the game, but for him, there is still one month before the start of school and the official plot.

A month where you can make a little change, a little bit differently.