One-star idol counterattack plan

After confirming Yang Yu as the C position, the only thing left to do is to adapt a new style of dance and tune as soon as possible and start practicing.

In order to determine what to adapt into, everyone in class A gathered together to discuss.

"There should be people in our class who have studied music arrangement. Do you have any ideas?" Anmasi sat at the top of the huge round table and looked around.

"The original song has an intense and high-spirited style, and the dance moves are relatively complicated and fast." Someone came out to speak first, "If the adaptation is more soft and the rhythm is slower, it may be more suitable for our current level."

Xia Yuan shook his head: "If it's a slower dance, you can see each movement more clearly, and the requirements for completion will be higher, and mistakes and omissions will be easily found."

"Then what about cutting out some movements with a high degree of difficulty?" Another person proposed an idea.

Yang Yu answered, "Then the beauty of the whole dance will also be weakened?"

Anmasi nodded: "Indeed, if those actions are weakened for the sake of efficiency, the effect will be worse."

The two ideas put forward in succession were rejected, and the atmosphere was a little stagnant for a while. Everyone was thinking hard, thinking about how to take into account their level and achieve a good performance effect.

"How about letting the right person perform the right part?" Wen Lun, who had been silent all this time, suddenly spoke out.

"What do you mean?" Anmasi raised his eyes to the smiling guy with pink hair, and frowned subconsciously.

For some reason, this guy sometimes has a similarly dangerous aura around him, which makes people unable to help but raise their guard.

"It means that if you can't do such a difficult movement, you won't do it." Wen Lun explained in a calm tone, "We are not at the same level, and it is impossible to force ourselves to reach the same level."

"If everyone does too complicated dances, some people will not be able to keep up with the rhythm and lag behind. Correspondingly, if they all do too simple and difficult dances, it will be difficult to win. Both of these are very wasteful practices."

He looked at Xia Yuan Anmasi: "So it's better to let the right person do the right thing. Those who can perform complex dances should be the leading part and perform complex movements."

He looked at the other students, especially those who were judged to have stiff limbs: "If you can't do it, just do the simple part after the deletion. As long as you can keep the beat and stand a little bit, it won't affect the students. overall perception."

After these words, there was no applause from all the halls. On the contrary, the air was quieter than before.

Obviously this is meant to make someone give up their chance to perform.

However, none of the people who can desperately enter here do not want to be on the stage and express themselves.Everyone is fighting for the only debut position.

When Anmasi said that Yang Yu should be the C position, there were actually quite a few criticisms.However, he was not strong enough, and he also admitted that it was easier for Yang Yu to win in the C position, so he acquiesced in this matter, and there was no controversy.

Now Wen Lun's words are directly asking them, who are not likely to perform outstandingly, to reduce their own existence even more.

This is contrary to their desire to come here, and it is also very cruel.

For a while, no one spoke.

Yang Yu suddenly felt a little bit on pins and needles.

He understands that it's still too early to become a C position with his own strength, and it's probably because of his face that he can stand here now. Although he doesn't think it's embarrassing, this situation is really...

Before he could think of any words to describe his complicated mood at the moment, he heard the first young bird speak coldly.

"I'm in favor of the idea."

The black-haired boy sat alone at a corner of the round table, and seemed to be talking casually while sliding the virtual screen projected on the table.

When Wen Lun heard his voice, his eyes curled up.Yang Yu was shocked for a while, then came back to his senses, hesitating whether he should follow up or not.

But others weren't necessarily so happy.

Except for those with good self-sufficiency, those who lacked in strength couldn't help but mutter in their hearts, and looked at Xing Dou with some dissatisfaction in their eyes.

"I can say that because I have a vested interest." Someone thought sourly.

Xia Yuan raised his eyebrows, did not speak rashly, but still gave Anmasi a look.

Anmasi saw the meaning in that look, and understood what the situation was. If he couldn't make a proper decision, the whole team would definitely be led astray.

This decision is indeed cruel, but if they don't make up their minds, they will all die.

The white-haired and black-skinned boy knocked on the table, attracting everyone's attention, and then said slowly but firmly, "I agree too."

Xia Yuan followed closely: "Me too. After all, if you lose in the first round, you don't have to guess the result afterwards. As a member of the team, sometimes you need to sacrifice yourself."

He spoke eloquently and pointedly, and many people were silent in thought.

The defaulted team leader has expressed his attitude, which can almost directly determine the outcome of the matter.

Soon, people in twos and threes also expressed their agreement, but in a short while, most of them were there.

It's just that some people are hesitant, and it seems that they are still reluctant.

"Losers are uglier than winners, and they will leave nothing behind." Xing Dou suddenly dropped a sentence lightly, as if talking to himself.

But that extremely recognizable voice was instantly audible.The last group of people gritted their teeth and agreed.

So the question of dance moves was decided.

The style is easy to determine.

Xing Dou had already thought about it when he proposed Yang Yu as the C position: "We need to maximize our strengths."

He glanced at Yang Yu in the front left, and the blond boy blushed for some reason: "So we must show 'beauty' and shock the hearts of the audience with the greatest beauty. This will become our most beneficial weapon."

"It makes sense." Anmarth thought thoughtfully.

"Beautiful things...dressed up as flowers?" Someone gave an exhausted answer with difficulty.

"Are we going to dress up as flowers of various colors? Wouldn't that be too gaudy?" Another person imagined for a while, with a bad expression on his face.

"Then... clouds?"

"How to express this will become very troublesome, and it is actually more suitable for ancient times."

"So how about taking the Greek gods as the theme?" Someone had a flash of inspiration, "It looks like a man and a god, ruthless and sentimental, can be fierce or peaceful, beauty and power coexist, love and hate coexist."

"! This is good, I agree."

"I also."

"Wonderful!"

The students chatted in a hurry and decided on the theme style directly.

After discussion, the music arrangement and corresponding choreography work fell on Xia Yuan and another classmate.

Xia Yuan himself has learned to arrange music, and another student is said to have experience, so it is already the best solution.

At the end of the meeting, Xingdou looked at the plan he had made, ignored Yang Yu who was trying to strike up a conversation, ignored Wen Lun who was following behind and wanted to chat, and didn't notice Anmasi's eyes that were hesitant to speak. since left.

"What do you want to tell him?" Xia Yuan became curious when he saw Anmasi's troubled expression.

"At that time, he was the first to speak and broke the deadlock, but he also took on most of the complaints." Anmasi sighed a little frustrated, although he was still slightly unconvinced, but he was not willing to push his responsibility to others.

"I should have done this. After all, I promoted the development of all this. But because of that little hesitation, he was made this villain."

"...I just want to chat with him for a while." He hesitated for a moment, then replied slowly, "Student Xing Dou has more courage than me on this point."

"Maybe he just did it unintentionally and didn't think so much." Xia Yuan adjusted his glasses and gave his opinion.

"But as far as the result is concerned, I also owe him once." Anmasi shook his head, "Next time I will find a chance to pay it back."

Seeing this, Xia Yuan stopped persuading him.

The person who was being discussed at the other end was calm, and turned around to the magic room that provided costumes and make-up artists. After swiping his student card, he walked in calmly.

After a while, a boy with gray hair, dark blue eyes, and a black and white cross-collar uniform came out.

If you take a closer look, you will find that he has exactly the same face as the black-haired and green-eyed boy who went in before.

This is one of the unique facilities of the Idol Nurturing Academy—the magic room, which can use optical materials and chemical molecules to temporarily change the color of hair and eyes, without the risk of falling out of ancient colored lenses or hair fading.The validity period is six hours.

It's just that the use of this place needs to be approved by the class guide. If it's not for stage effects or drama needs, it generally can't be used.

Xing Dou's reason this time sounds very formal - "to gather information".

Perhaps because of the importance of knowing the enemy's power, Gong Guangxi finally nodded in agreement, but after casually asking what kind of star is going to be dyed, he was shocked and severely rejected the seven-year proposal he applied for. color.

Xingdou tried to express that this color is very conspicuous and beautiful, and argued hard.

In the end, he still failed to overcome the teacher's determination, and chose a disheartened "ash" in frustration.

He frowned and looked at his own reflection on the window, thinking that this time it was not an ordinary black, so he endured the heart to change his hair color again.

Not long after, a gray-haired boy who claimed to be an ordinary subject and aspired to become a composer suddenly appeared at the door of Class C.

"You said you want to help us design the repertoire? But..." The person who came to talk to him touched his head, wanting to refuse, but he couldn't bear to look at the look of hope in those bright eyes.

"What's the matter? Who's here? They're not here to spy on information, are they?"

With a smiling voice from far to near, one of them carelessly put his classmate on the shoulder and poked his head out to ask.

"Oh, Yusuke, it's easy to scare people if you say it, you have to make sure before you say it?"

Another person answered and appeared on the other side with curiosity on his face.

Three heads and six pairs of eyes stared at the gray-haired boy at the same time.

However, the gray-haired boy was very calm, but he paused when he saw the similar looks of the two who came over one after another: "Are you... twins?"

"Ah."

"Correct."

They answered at the same time, and even the timbres overlapped perfectly.

"...Is that so." Xing Dou pulled the corner of his mouth and forced a smile, but his eyes kept lingering on the twins.

One has silver hair and blue eyes, the other has silver hair and red eyes.

This bright color, which is almost standard for the protagonist, actually appeared in front of his eyes.

Now it's time to perform well.

The young man who consciously was excluded from joining the party with colorful hair gave a sinister smile in his heart, and his face was extraordinarily gentle:

"I'm Tong Heyu from the general department, and I want to be your new composer."