One-star idol counterattack plan

"Even if it's the God of Beauty, wouldn't the clothes be too fancy?" A classmate dressed as the God of West Wind couldn't help complaining, "It means that Yang Yu can dress properly, but the clothes are really not something ordinary people can control. "

"No way." A deep and deep voice came from behind, answering the question.

"The more stunning and exaggerated the effect on the stage, the better."

Anmasi emphasized, and walked over slowly.

He was wearing a waist-length white cloak, the interlaced lines on the dark red shirt looked rough and unrefined, and the mixed gold threads vaguely showed his extraordinary identity.The dark brown high-waisted trousers are wide and narrow, outlining a lean and capable figure. The brown boots on the feet are more retro-style, and the complicated lines on the boots outline a certain seal.

In addition, the iron wrist guards on his arms, the small shield hanging obliquely around his waist, the sword-shaped pendant and spear-shaped earrings around his neck all enhanced his sense of bravery and fighting.

"...Anmas, what are you?"

The white-haired and black-skinned boy seemed to see that his classmate hesitated to speak, and sighed with his forehead: "I understand what you want to say. Although I don't understand how I resemble Ares, the god of war, but the fashion design major Those people are very insistent, saying that this kind of skin color is the best match for God of War."

"It's said that other gods except Athena, the feeling of Ares is suitable for me. I want to choose one between the two."

An Masi had a complicated expression: "Let's say I still have the right to choose. Yang Yu actually protested when he got the clothes, but we suppressed them."

At that time, Yang Yu was determined not to wear such flamboyant clothes, and argued hard, but was immediately put off by the sentence "You don't need to wear them if you are not a C position", and accepted her own attire.

After wearing it now, I seem to dislike the tassels of the clothes and go back to tinkering alone.

"I think you and Ares are pretty similar, from the point of view of being warlike and good at fighting." The precise comment appeared as scheduled, Xia Yuan walked along the corner of his clothes, and subconsciously wanted to touch his glasses, but found that he had already taken them off to match the character. , I had to change it to reach out and pluck my hair.

He was wearing a thick collarless shirt in a color between dark blue and dark green, with light gold powder sprinkled into it, like a galaxy.On the exposed hands of the trumpet sleeves that are narrow at the top and wide at the bottom, there are a few small gradient dark blue balls.On the other hand is a small shell ring.

Or to highlight the top, the trousers are a bit ordinary, just black straight-leg trousers, with some dark waves and river patterns finely grained.

"Are you Poseidon?" Anmarsi stared at him for a while, before uttering an answer.

"How can I be like that wanton and romantic person? That kind of merciless look, where there are no fish in the whole ocean, I'm afraid all are his descendants. Oh no, he does have fish descendants, he is very meaty and vegetarian The kind that are not taboo."

Xia Yuan was very disdainful: "Compared to Poseidon, I would rather be Hades, at least relying on my strength to grasp the greatest power."

"If you were Hades, it would be difficult for me." The soft voice appeared together with the pink-haired boy.

At first glance, Wen Lun's clothes are the most common white silk shirt and trousers with a sense of drape of the same color, but there are a few more folds in the design, and there are a lot of emerald decorations on the body.But once he moved around, the green bushes and light-colored light yellow petals engraved on the inside of the clothes with high technology appeared one by one.

The light green and the small flowers blooming wanton are harmoniously mixed together. On the snow-white cloth, it seems to stage a bright scene of the glaciers breaking and the spring coming.

The emerald gemstones and deep emerald earrings he was wearing showed an unexpectedly bright presence at this moment, which instantly brightened the color of the whole person, and also deepened the softness that seemed to be absent from his body.

Almost needless to say, Anmasi guessed his identity: "...so why are you the God of Spring?"

No matter how you look at it, this guy doesn't seem like a guy who is qualified for this kind of role. If you say it, he should be more sinister like the Nemesis.

"Who knows, maybe it matches my hair color? As long as there is no Hades here who can forcibly snatch people, everything will be under the blessing of the earth."

Wen Lun glanced at the people around him nonchalantly, his eyes flicked past Xia Yuan, and then he went to find his target: "Student Xia Yuan is a god related to the ocean? Either he was born from the ocean, or he is related to the ocean. There are deep reasons."

"This part is guessed right. Speaking of which, Persephone is quite an interesting goddess."

Seeing his appearance, Xia Yuan thought of something: "When Persephone was in the underworld, she represented the seeds sleeping in the darkness. She always yearned for the light and spring that were completely different from the darkness. It's a pity that she always had to stay in the dark world." For a period of time in the underworld, you must be trapped in the abyss."

Hearing this, Wen Lun paused, turned his gaze, and looked at the purple-haired boy who seemed to have discovered something: "It's really interesting, then... who are you?"

In those calm black pupils, a certain kind of red shines out like a mirror of water.

"It is the god of wisdom and thought, the son of the ocean—Metis." The cold and firm words came with the sound of footsteps.

The visitor was covered by a black cloak, and the upper half of his face was covered by a black veil, only his light-colored lips were exposed.The long silver-black hair was braided into braids, wrapped around the slender neck, and fell behind.

Connected with the cloak, he was also covered with a layer of black robe, and the clothes inside could not be seen clearly.The black sickle between the neck is clear, and it is particularly conspicuous when it flickers.

Just walking around and raising his hands, there seemed to be black and mysterious lines extending from that cold white wrist.

"Guess right." Xia Yuan looked at him and raised his eyebrows, "Then it's a courtesy, you are..."

"You are Thanatos, right?" A certain pink-haired boy took the first step, squeezed past, and answered by the way.

Xia Yuan glanced at Wen Lun, who had changed his face in an instant, and repeatedly emphasized to himself in his heart not to argue with this kind of guy before the game, so he held back his anger.

Anmasi saw his uneasy expression, and patted him on the shoulder comfortingly: "It's not easy for you. But Thanatos is still very suitable for him, death and cruelty, a beautiful boy who takes away souls."

"Hmm." Xing Dou over there didn't expect that they were discussing the meaning of the gods, and responded to the previous guess.

After carefully looking at Wen Lun in front of him, he slowly pursed his lips.

"What's the matter?" Wen Lun could only judge Xing Dou's thoughts through the lower half of his face, but Wen Lun was still keen, but his eyes were still glued to his lips.

"...It's nothing." Xing Dou turned his head, avoiding his sight.

He didn't understand why Wen Lun was Persephone who represented spring and growth, but what was even more puzzling was—why could he wear such gaudy and conspicuous clothes?

Under the cover of the veil, Xing Dou secretly looked around at the others.Then he discovered that, except for himself, all of these people were colorful and particularly brightly dressed.Especially Yang Yu who came out of the locker room was simply a huge luminous body, as if saying "You can't deny my brilliance".

And here it seems that he is the only one who is the god of the underworld.

Consciously being squeezed out by the colorful faction again, Xingdou was not happy and planned to discuss with the costume designer, at least change the robe to white.Wen Lun followed him and asked him if he could go eat together later.

"Ah, classmate Xingdou!" Yang Yu's cheerful voice sounded from behind.

Then came the excited footsteps for some reason: "Look at my clothes, isn't it quite suitable? I thought it would look very girly, but now I look at it, it's really me, look at it! "

Xing Dou, who was annoyed by Yang Yu, stopped and wanted him to stop arguing.

In the end, Yang Yu, who didn't expect him to stop, didn't stop the car for a moment, his footsteps swayed, his eyes widened, and he rushed straight towards him.

Wen Lun quickly stopped him.

But there was no fulcrum in mid-air, so Yang Yu grabbed something randomly and pushed down hard.

With a sound of "chi la", the black cloak fell off in response.

The silver and black intertwined hair was thrown up for a moment by the force, and then returned to the original place.

Black mysterious lines wrapped around the cold white skin, like a snake, occupying territory from the arms to the shoulders.

The dark gray sleeveless gold-trimmed top fits close to the body, framing the chest and waist, sinking into the hips.The black half trousers just don't reach the calf, revealing the silver metal orange boots.

The black diamond-shaped earrings and the sickle-shaped necklace are both cool and delicate.

The slender chain turned into a bracelet that locked the soul, quietly staying on the seemingly slender wrist, and the sound of Xisuo sounded slightly when it moved.

The dark sensuality and mystery are intricately intertwined in this person.

While grabbing the cloak in his hand, Yang Yu stared blankly at the person in front of him, and apologized falteringly: "Well, I'm sorry, I, I didn't mean it."

"It's useless for you to quibble, I'll write it down." Wen Lun blinked, decisively clicked on the virtual screen, took a few photos, and turned on the video recording mode.

It's just that the target is the star.

Xing Dou saw Yang Yu's embarrassment, and also saw Wen Lun recording.Now he was more concerned about changing his robes, and he didn't want to bother with these two guys. He bent down and took the black robe, and said "delete" to Wen Lun, so he didn't want to worry about it.

The pink-haired boy looked at the virtual screen with regret, reluctantly for a while, and deleted it anyway.

Yang Yu didn't turn his eyes away, he kept watching Xing Dou put on his robe again, only then did he realize what he was doing, and turned his head furtively, not daring to look again.

"Xing Dou, have you really made a decision?" Anmasi walked over, his eyes full of sincerity, "If you want to be a C position now, maybe it's not too late. Don't waste your capital, right?"

Then I got Xing Dou's cold answer of "Big day, what are you talking about in your sleep".

Seeing their excitement, Xia Yuan's mood improved a lot at the moment: "Even if you have a whim, you should understand that you can't change it now. Our rehearsals have already tacitly agreed to this point, and he also understands that it is impossible to change it."

"I'm just a little pity all of a sudden." The white-haired and black-skinned boy sighed, "Our class doesn't only have the shining beauty of Yang Yu, does it?"

"Hmph." Xia Yuan didn't speak, but in terms of his posture, he acquiesced.

On this day, Xing Dou still failed to change into a white robe.The students majoring in fashion design insisted that the Grim Reaper must look like the Grim Reaper, and that changing to white would make the Grim Reaper completely disappear, so they did not agree anyway.

So on the competition field the next day, the students of the four classes finally met.

One is the jungle full of wild charm, the other is the heaven where divinity and humanity coexist, the other is the mysterious shadow army, and the other is the classical drama evolved from classic opera.

On the stage where styles are played and differences are compared, there is only one winning rule - unparalleled attractiveness.