One-star idol counterattack plan

Xing Dou fixedly glanced at the two people who had extended invitations to him, and lowered his eyes.

This is a great opportunity, he knows it.

If you team up with them who are destined to occupy a place in the plot, no matter what role you play, you will receive attention, you will get attention, and you can also increase your own discussion.

Yang Yu, who is very popular on the forum, or Wen Lun, who is very likely to show his talents in the next game, as long as they are on the same team, they don't need to think much to know that they will be sought after by the players.

Perhaps the most efficient way is the same.

"……no need."

The black-haired and green-eyed boy pursed his lips and lowered his voice, as if he was afraid that he didn't express himself clearly, so he repeated again: "No need. I don't want to form a team yet."

Why refuse?

Yang Yu wanted to ask him that, but when his eyes touched the coldness of resistance, he subconsciously restrained his voice and dared not speak.

He suddenly remembered that Xing Dou actually didn't like to act with them all the time. He had to stay in the group due to the competition system, but if he could, he probably didn't want to join any team.

Even in team training before, he rarely saw Xing Dou communicating closely with other people. Even during breaks, he watched the virtual screen alone, and hardly talked to them actively.

Yang Yu felt that he was confused by Xing Dou's expression when he announced the victory in the first match, so he subconsciously assigned him to his side. Seeing him entering the classroom alone, he excitedly sent out invitations, but he didn't think about whether Xing Dou was actually there or not. this will.

"...Yes, I'm sorry." The blond-haired blue-eyed boy lowered his head slightly, a little embarrassed and frustrated, "I shouldn't have said these things rashly."

It's true that they haven't gotten to know each other well enough yet, how could he just come here so brazenly.

Yang Yu scolded himself inwardly, and when he thought of this incident, he was a little bit stunned - he had obviously participated in the competition together and won the victory in the same team together, but he seemed to know nothing about Xingdou.

Why does Xingdou want to be an idol, why doesn't he like to get along with everyone, why is he so strong...

He didn't know anything, and he really shouldn't think he was qualified to send out invitations.

This is a very strange feeling, at least before he came here, he had never thought about these issues so carefully, and truly considered someone's thoughts and moods.

The blond boy's expression was faintly regretful, and the roots of his ears were red.

The black-haired boy glanced at him, and rarely explained: "It has nothing to do with you, it's my own choice."

He still couldn't pass his own test.

There is no way to accept this kind of team formation as if it is a blessing, and there is no way to guarantee that I can control my emotions when facing them.

A certain faint emotion has been quietly growing in Xing Dou's heart since he got to know these five-star characters, but he has been ignoring it all the time.

And... It's hard to say whether these students can pass Feng Xuesong's test as a result of their own team formation.

Gong Guangxi is the type who likes to let the students grow freely, so he didn't interfere with the first game, and let them choose the song, make arrangements and position the personnel.

Will Feng Xuesong do the same?This probability is not high.

Judging from the advanced acting class, Feng Xuesong has a stricter character.If Gong Guangxi would put a potted plant and let it absorb sunlight and rain, and grow vigorously, then Feng Xuesong would use big scissors, always pay attention to the growth direction and overall appearance, and carefully trim the type.

"Xing Dou, what's the situation, would you be willing to join?"

After observing the whole process of Yang Yu's rejection, Wen Lun changed his method and tried to find a breakthrough point.

Unlike Yang Yu, he didn't speculate that Xing Dou didn't like crowds, but based on the information he had collected and the conclusions he had observed all the time, he believed that Xing Dou had a valid reason.

Just like that day when he took Xingdou to the backstage, Xingdou, who would not give up the opportunity to learn, would not refuse even if he was not willing to go with him.

"... At least in a short period of time, I'm not willing to do it subjectively." Xing Dou didn't want to give unnecessary hope, so he chased people away, "If there is nothing else, please don't bother me."

Wen Lun was aware of his determination to change easily for a while, and understood that it would be annoying to say words of dissuasion now, but he didn't want to just give up the opportunity like this: "Whether you change your mind or not, I will wait for you."

"No need." Xing Dou replied decisively.

The pink-haired boy didn't show any disappointed expression, he was very calm.

On the contrary, when Yang Yu heard this, he immediately felt that this person was getting thicker and quicker, and he could say such things even after being explicitly rejected.

As if aware of the speechlessness in the blond boy's eyes, Wen Lun curled his lips and smiled gently: "Student Yang Yu, is there anything you want to say?"

"It's nothing." The corner of Yang Yu's mouth twitched, "It's just the first time I realize how much student Wen Lun really has... Persistence."

The person who was said so glanced at Xingdou at the side, his expression unchanged: "Student Yang Yu really knows how to joke."

Conversations between the two were fruitless.Feng Xuesong arrived in the classroom 10 minutes before class started. Although he didn't enter the door, the figure standing outside the door still choked the noisy voice in the classroom. They all returned to their seats, keeping quiet and acting obediently.

When Yang Yu gritted his teeth when he left, he still made a promise: "If student Xingdou is willing, we will also reserve a seat for you!" After speaking, he hurried back to his seat.

Wen Lun wanted to sit next to Xing Dou, the members of the new team were not that important to him yet.But before class, Feng Xuesong let him sit in front, and he had something to tell him after class.Even if he had ideas, he still had to obey the teacher's order and sit obediently in front, with a long distance from Xing Dou.

"I won't change my mind." Before leaving, the unwilling pink-haired boy dropped this sentence, like a promise.

Xing Dou watched them leave without any disturbance in his heart.

They are not of the same way at all, they are different after all, and it will not be beneficial to force them to walk the same road.

than these...

He looked up at Feng Xuesong who had entered the classroom, and became vigilant - he didn't know what would happen.

The handsome man with brown hair and brown eyes and wearing thin-rimmed glasses stood upright on the podium, glanced at the students with a calm and majestic gaze, paused briefly in Wen Lun's place, and spoke after confirming the number of people:

"Students must have known it. The next competition is related to acting, or in other words, it is a stage proposed to embody acting skills. Each class must be divided into four teams to perform different performances."

"Acting is an ability that is difficult to figure out on your own, especially for newcomers who are new to the industry. Without the guidance of a teacher, it is easy to waste their talent." Feng Xuesong glanced at some people and continued, "Mr. Gong said that your performance this time I will be the stage director, and I will polish everyone's acting skills to increase the chances of winning."

"The so-called polishing refers to grinding away the dark outer layer of the gemstone little by little to reveal the bright inside. If a person wants to eliminate the outer dark components, he will inevitably experience the pain of being reborn."

"In order to reduce unnecessary disputes, I need to make it clear that I don't like students who behave recklessly, and I can't lead such people. If you don't want to be taught and think you are capable enough, anyone can withdraw from this competition at any time."

His words calmed down the students in the audience, and no one dared to touch him directly.

But Wen Lun blinked, inappropriately remembering Feng Xuesong's fight with his teacher because of his different understanding of a certain character during school, and almost crying at the end, he couldn't help but want to laugh.

Feng Xuesong didn't know that some students knew about his dark history. After making sure that no one quit, he proposed the next plan without any surprise: "In order to confirm how far you can do now, each of you will perform an impromptu performance now."

"The subject matter is not limited, pay attention to do your best, I will select suitable people to form a team." He ruthlessly glanced at the students sitting together in a small group, "How much strength you have and what you can do, please show me Look, prove your qualifications and strength."

The meaning is obvious, the small team formed by these students is not taken seriously by him at all.

It concerns the entire class, Feng Xuesong does not intend to hand over the key choice to students who do not understand the industry.

Understanding the implication, Yang Yu moved his body in embarrassment, and silently distanced himself from the people around him, expressing that he didn't form any small group.

Some of the others were blushing, and some bowed their heads in silence. No one dared to say that their choices could surpass the teacher's vision.

"Number one." Feng Xuesong didn't take these emotions into consideration, and opened the class's student number list on his own, and shouted.

That's the beginning.

The students performed one after another, some performing modern emotional and ethical dramas, some performing classic dramas, and some acting ancient emperors... all kinds of things, and so on.

With a serious face, Feng Xuesong sketched on the virtual screen without saying a word, which made the students tremble with fear.I am amazed in my heart. After this period of time, these immature students seem to have grown up again. At least no one is shaking their hands and feet anymore, and they can't even speak their lines smoothly.

And as far as the level of performance is concerned, it is considered an improvement compared to before.

It can be seen that there are quite a few talented people, but at present, it is not enough to support the team.

Thinking of this, he frowned, looking unhappy, and the students were so frightened that they discussed in the group the topic of how to admit their mistakes to appear sincere if they were scolded.

This will learn to call Anmasi.

The white-haired black-skinned boy who had just posted in the group, "Apologies are more sincere", stood still on the raised stage in front of the classroom.

The chime announcing the start sounded.

Anmasi bent down slowly, half-kneeled down, holding his hands in the air, his veins straightened, as if he was holding something tightly.

The tall boy drooped his eyelids wearily, but still stared forward, his back straightened with all his strength, as if there was an enemy who would never budge.

In the eyes of the dark gold, there seems to be a boundless wind and snow blowing, bringing out unwillingness and vicissitudes: "This is my country. It is my parents who gave birth to me and raised me. They kiss me and pity my friends. They love me and look forward to where my lover is. place."

"Even if you step on my bones, I will not take half a step back!"

With a hoarse voice, he stood up staggeringly, raised the non-existent blade, and showed a calm and hopeless smile: "Is it said that you have no clothes? You are in the same robe as me!"

……

"not bad."

Feng Xuesong made a brief comment on the virtual screen, watching the black-skinned boy who finished the performance nodded politely to him, nodded slightly in response, and included him in the range of candidates.

Afterwards, there were several types that could not meet the standard, and it was not until Xia Yuan came on stage that he caught his attention.

The purple-haired and purple-eyed boy stood on the stage, half-closed his eyes to adjust his state, and waited for the prompt to sound, then moved slowly.

He staggered and took a step back, as if being pushed by someone, and it took him a moment to maintain his balance.

Then he patted his clothes unhurriedly, and lowered his eyes coldly: "This is just your own opinion. The development you deny has brought you everything you are now."

Xia Yuan raised his eyes, and the corners of his mouth were exaggerated, sarcastically: "If the technology is wrong, if the god you believe in is the future. Then why can you stand in front of me? Isn't it the technology you despise that makes you today Being able to quarrel with me on an equal footing has allowed you to grow up so safely until now.",

He adjusted his glasses and pointed to a corner: "See the plant over there? It was a plant that could only grow in the wild a long time ago, but now it can only be carefully cared for and grown under the arrangement of a protective cover. "

"This is not the so-called restraint and imprisonment you said. If it weren't for our protection, it would have been extinct long ago, and it would be impossible to appear in front of you."

"You are protected and grown like this plant. You have never seen the real darkness and horror, but you shout loudly to leave the protective cover. With all due respect, in the past, this was called 'no self-knowledge' .”

……

"Slightly lacking, but the foundation is solid."

After Feng Xuesong finished writing this sentence, he was a little satisfied watching Xia Yuan step down.Now there are two suitable candidates, plus Wen Lun, one is enough.

It's just that he didn't know if he had expectations, but the performance of the people behind was really not good, and he frowned tightly.

Until a trembling blond boy appeared on the stage.

This young man named Yang Yu seemed to be able to change his emotions on stage. Although he was a little uneasy before the performance, he calmed down after the official start.

"It's not your money that I'm looking for." The blond handsome boy said affectionately, "It's not your appearance or any external things either."

"Your tears are like pearls." He brushed something gently, as if gently tapping his cheek, "but I don't want to see these pearls appear."

There was some kind of depth in the clear blue eyes, and he said softly: "I prefer every moment when you think of me, with happiness and joy."

…………

Xing Dou quietly watched their performance, and noticed Feng Xuesong's admiring gaze, recalling the not so long ago.

Compared with now, their strength has been vastly different.

This is a growth rate that is absolutely unattainable for ordinary people, and it can be said to be terrifying.

Before reaching the bottleneck, no matter when, these people are making progress.

The black-haired boy exhaled slowly, lowered his head slightly, and felt that emotion was rising.

In fact, he knew what it was, but he just felt that he was too ugly, so he didn't want to think about it.

But sometimes you can't control everything, and you can't dominate everything.

So is that buried emotion, which is the fruit of the snake, the wreath of sin—named envy.

It was the feeling of a sour balloon slowly inflating. It was born uncontrollably when seeing those geniuses, and then swelled in the breath. Every time it touched the heart and self-esteem, gently and weakly, wrapped the humble inside.

Maybe one day it will dissipate this gas in self-identification, and then shrink to disappear; but more often, it will be filled with endless fear, fear, longing, self-blame, and become infinitely huge.

Finally, with a "bang", everything including himself was blown up.

There is no doubt that this is dangerous stuff, and it is never a good thing to let it grow.

But if he wasn't jealous, Xing Dou didn't know what to do.

Xingdou couldn't say to himself, you have done well enough, you are already great.

He can only say: "My hard work and sweat are not enough to be boasted. There are still many things that I need to do."