One-star idol counterattack plan

The impromptu show continues.

Soon Xing Dou's number was called.

The black-haired boy stood up calmly and walked towards the stage.

No one could see from his expressionless face the emotions surging in his heart 10 minutes ago, and almost no one noticed any difference from his usual indifferent appearance.

Only Yang Yu, who watched Xingdou pass by, noticed something unusual.

He watched Xing Dou leave as if nothing had happened, and wondered if he was thinking too much—but he clearly felt that Xing Dou was not in a good mood at the moment.

Compared with the usual state of cold face, there is more obvious anxiety and impatience.

what happened?

Yang Yu couldn't think of an answer, so he could only guess based on what happened. Putting everything he knew together and thinking about it, he really came up with a possibility: Could it be... Xingdou knew that he secretly filmed him playing the role? What did he look like when he was a god of death?

Probably because of a guilty conscience, the more Yang Yu thought about it, the more he felt that this was a possibility. He secretly glanced at Xingdou who had already stood still on the stage, and felt very entangled in his heart.

It was true that he did something wrong, but those photos were also taken by other people secretly, and some people even secretly posted them on the Internet to show off. Although they were immediately banned, it was not too much for him.

Well, these excuses are not right, and no amount of talking can cover up the wrong things I have done.

The blond-haired, blue-eyed boy had to learn from the pain, and decided to apologize in person later, maybe Xingdou allowed him to have the photo?

Xing Dou on the stage didn't know that someone had come up with so many roles in his brain. He stood still on the stage without squinting. After the prompt sounded, he started a simple performance.

In an instant, the expression of the black-haired boy changed.

The unmoving brows were raised upwards, the upright eyes were playful, and the half-curved corners of the mouth were cynical.

The back that stood up straight relaxed, and leaned forward slightly like a hunchback.As soon as he stepped forward, he leaned over slightly, and put his right thumb and index finger together, as if he was holding something.

"What? I won't kneel down when I see the young master?" He held the virtual folding fan and pointed to the empty place.

It seemed that the person he was pointing at said something unpleasant. The black-haired boy's complexion changed slightly, he restrained his provocation, lowered his brows and eyes coldly, chuckled wantonly, and spit out harsh words:

"You want to die, but I don't want you to die now. When your girlfriend and your parents die in front of you, I'll see if you want to live or die."

"Or..." He draws the tone, and the maliciousness in Shen Cui's eyes flashes away, "You want to kill me?"

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What a domineering dude!

Feng Xuesong sighed in admiration, watching the young man who finished the performance step off the stage, feeling a little emotional.

Before Gong Guangxi said that Xingdou is a very interesting child, he thought that Mr. Gong would start messing around again, but he didn't expect to take a closer look, it was indeed so.

This is a very talented and hardworking kid.

Some performances are the natural move of the gifted, but some have to be carved in detail to do it.

Xing Dou's performance just now was obviously performed after careful planning and thinking.This is an expressionist kid.

He also asked this child to act once before. At that time, it may be due to the limitation of the subject matter, or it may be that he has not grown up yet, so the appearance of the performance has more or less deliberate traces.

It is by no means the unprocrastinated, clean and light acting skills as it is now.

According to his original prediction, the captains of the four teams should be selected, and then the team members should be divided in detail. He has seen three people with good talents before, and Xing Dou is the fourth.

but……

The brown-haired man glanced at the pink-haired boy in the front row, and the tip of his pen paused.

Seems like something went wrong.

Xing Dou still didn't know what Feng Xuesong was thinking, he just wondered why he was bombarded with messages from Yang Yu as soon as he got off the stage.

Among the densely packed words, at a glance, there are three sentences with an apology, and five sentences with a repentance, which makes people upset.

After scanning it patiently, he realized that Yang Yu was apologizing for taking the photo, and he was speechless for a while.

At this moment, Yang Yu's messages are still being sent, begging for forgiveness, it seems that if he doesn't make a break, he will not be able to survive in a short time.

Xing Dou wrote a sentence expressionlessly and sent it, and then quickly blocked the person.

——"Shut up, don't make noise."

So it was Yang Yu who was in trouble.

The blond boy blinked, and actually could only see helplessness from these words, not anger or blame. He turned his head to observe Xing Dou's expression, but he couldn't see anything. Now he began to hesitate: Did he forgive me?Do I still need to delete my photos?

The people here are struggling, and the performances of other students are still going on.

Soon it was the last one, Wen Lun.

The pink-haired boy looked obedient, and stood quietly on the stage.

Feng Xuesong didn't give a good look to the student he was fancying. Compared with other people, he looked at Wen Lun more seriously, and even had a bit critical look in his eyes.

However, Wen Lun didn't seem to be affected by this oppression. He smiled lightly, and after the notification sound, he half-bent down, as if holding something, and then lifted it up in front of his eyes.

He looked at the things that were raised before his eyes, joy, unwillingness, pain, and excitement gradually flashed across his white face, and the complicated expression made him look almost crazy.

He shook his lips, seeming happy and proud: "Ah, John, you are finally going to accept my kiss! I want to kiss you now! I want to use my teeth like biting a ripe fruit .I want to kiss your lips, John. But why don't you look at me?"

The boy's low-pitched voice actually brought out a bit of grief and sharpness at this moment, like a woman who is crazy about love sharply questioning her indifferent lover.

Xing Dou in the audience suddenly raised his head and his pupils shrank.

No one knows better than him what kind of drama this is.

Wen Lun on the stage sped up his speech and kept expressing his love. The words of praise were like falling snowflakes, pounced on the person he loved deeply.

But that is not a living person, he cannot respond to him, and he will not respond to any words from him.

The pink-haired boy looked blank for a moment, slowly poured the thing into his arms, and murmured in a low voice: "Why don't you look at me, John? If you look at me, you will fall in love with me. Very good, I know You will love me, the mystery of love is far beyond the mystery of death..."

The impression that hadn't faded reappeared in Xing Dou's mind, and the expression and expression of the person on the stage reached an astonishing agreement with the previous "Salome" in red.

Not that every detail of the performance is the same, but that the never-to-be-forgotten, instantly-rememberable expressiveness is all too distinct.

This is an acting skill that cannot be shown before fully understanding and mastering the characters.

And grasping the essence of a complex character in such a short period of time can only prove that this person's talent is extraordinary and outstanding.

At least Feng Xuesong was shocked watching the pink-haired boy's performance.

His intention for giving Wen Lun a theater ticket is to hope that the child can learn something from professional performers and seniors with rich experience, such as the ability to adapt to the stage, the attitude of not being afraid of danger, and the angle of thinking about the role.

But he didn't expect that Wen Lun could figure out the character to such an extent after seeing it just once, or did he have a deeper understanding of the character's difference?

In any case, this is indeed a good seedling that needs to be cultivated.

With a lot of thoughts, Wen Lun finished the performance, greeted with a smile, and calmly sat back in his seat.

Whether intentionally or not, before sitting down, he seemed to smile in the direction of a certain black-haired boy from afar.

Xing Dou glanced silently, then lowered his eyes, suppressed the unknowingly surging emotions, and said nothing.

Feng Xuesong watched Wen Lun leave, facing the virtual screen, paused the tip of the pen, frowned and thought for a moment, then firmly pressed the pen down.

"I've seen your performance." The brown-haired man glanced at the students with apprehensive expressions, and briefly concluded, "In general, everyone performed well, let's ignore the minor flaws for now. According to the small suggestions given by Teacher Gong, the corresponding groups were selected."

Raising the hand, the group has been sent to the students' terminals.

"The four students who are the captains have the right to decide the internal affairs of the group, and are responsible for leading the team members to compete together. The script and roles are communicated by the captain and me, and can only be determined when both parties shoot the script. The application for the rehearsal classroom and clothing requirements Wait, it's the captain communicating with me."

"It needs to be explained that the team members who have objections to the captain, or the students who have disputes and do not cooperate with the arrangements, have the right to appeal to me."

Feng Xuesong pursed his lips, and smiled on the surface: "But if it's an unreasonable complaint..."

He didn't finish speaking, but the unfinished meaning was enough to make people unable to help but think in a terrifying direction, so frightened that people who were still a little bit cautious immediately bowed their heads and didn't dare to think again.

It's just that these words don't seem to be heard by everyone.

The blond-haired, blue-eyed teenager faced his virtual screen, opened his mouth, with a dazed expression, blank eyes, and read the name he saw again:

"Captain of the third team: Yang Yu..."

Huh?

what!

what! ! !

He turned around in horror, wondering if he had made a mistake, but saw Anmarsi turn off the screen without blinking, and looked at him: "Yang Yu."

"What, what's wrong?" He couldn't help swallowing when his name was called so seriously.

"You know we are performing on behalf of the class this time, and because each team is small, no one can help you cover it up." The white-haired and black-skinned boy said solemnly, "You are the captain, and Teacher Feng also wants to Make good use of your face."

"En." Yang Yu could only think of this reason, and nodded nervously.

"So this time you act with the determination that you can't make mistakes, understand?" An Masi seemed to be looking at Adou who was about to fall, and hated iron for steel, "Otherwise..."

"Otherwise?" He answered cautiously.

"Otherwise, I can only clean the door and get you out first." The black-skinned boy replied coldly, "Everything is for our victory."

"...Anmas, you've changed!!" Yang Yu covered his face and wailed in pain, "How could you treat me like this? Didn't we agree to go together and never separate..."

"What are you talking about in your sleep, kid?" Anmasi gave him a strange look and interrupted him, "Have you read the last words of the group? In a sense, we are also competitors."

Yang Yu put down his hand, looked at the virtual screen again, and was suddenly stunned: "I'm not surprised that you are also the captain, but this...?"

"This... really has the style of Teacher Feng." Xing Dou held his forehead helplessly, and couldn't laugh or cry at the last sentence of the group.

It said - the group with the fewest votes among the four groups this time will receive cordial greetings and exclusive tutoring from Teacher Feng and Teacher Gong.

Just looking at these deliberate names, you can tell that nothing good is waiting.

If it is not clear, it will definitely suffer, Xingdou is still eager to try this kind of tutoring activity.

Just as he was thinking, he received a message.

"Student Xingdou, if it's convenient, let's discuss the script?"

Sender: Xia Yuan.

The black-haired boy glanced at the message, and then at the group he was classified into. The name in the captain column was the same as the sender.

He didn't feel sorry or surprised.

As the captain, the things he has to deal with will seriously interfere with his training plan, so it's better to save trouble.

The captains selected by Feng Xuesong could more or less see what he was thinking.

Anmasi, reliable and steady; Xia Yuan, calm and careful; Yang Yu, cheerful and gentle; Wen Lun, sleek and intelligent.

They are all people who can guarantee the harmony of the team to a certain extent and can contribute to the team.

Although there is a question mark about Wen Lun's behavior style, but seeing that he went out with Feng Xuesong just now, he was probably told to warn about these trivial matters, so there should be no need to worry.

Xing Dou confirmed the situation, replied to Xia Yuan, and began to conceive a script related to the theme.

He would never have guessed that Wen Lun, who was called outside, asked his teacher as soon as he opened his mouth:

"Teacher Feng, can you let Xing Dou come to me?"

"Xing Dou? Why? Are you dissatisfied with your team?"

Feng Xuesong originally wanted to talk to Wen Lun about acting and the requirements of being the captain. He even thought that this student who didn't like to obey orders in a certain way might rebel against this identity, but he didn't expect that this was the request when he opened his mouth.

"It's not so much dissatisfaction." The pink-haired boy pondered slightly, as if he was thinking about how to express it, "It's better to say that if Xingdou is beside me, I will be more motivated."

"After all, he is a very important person. The mentality of wanting to show his good side is similar to the feeling of falling in love."

Feng Xuesong looked at this incomprehensible student, and calmly refused: "No. Your current team is the most suitable. If you add another high-level person, it will be easy for you and the entire team to change. It is also not conducive to the growth of Xingdou."

"That's a child who still needs to grow up. We shouldn't let him see the extreme gap early and become disheartened."

"Or... do you want to take away his brilliance? That kid can't surpass you in acting skills. Do you want to kill his talent and make him stop here?" examine.

But Wen Lun was stunned, pursed his lips, recalled the Xing Dou he had seen, and sighed: "I don't think so. I just want him to see me."

"You're right. I don't want to take away his brilliance. Maybe it's a bit arrogant. But he shouldn't be covered up by anyone. Just pretend I didn't say anything about the previous request, teacher."