One-star idol counterattack plan

For the second competition, the Idol Cultivation Academy opened two virtual light and shadow stages, using the most advanced scene simulation device, which can accommodate 5000 spectators and provide immersive viewing effects.

In other words, students in the second grade competition do not need to run back and forth, nor do they need to prepare too much in advance, but can directly confirm the stage effect, set the desired scene, and conduct rehearsal.

There are a total of sixteen teams in this competition, and each team has 10 to 15 minutes of performance time. Even if the minimum [-] minutes is calculated, it will take a full four hours of performance.

Coupled with intermission, voting, etc., it is definitely not something that can be completed in just two mornings or two afternoons.So the second game is played over two full days, divided into first-half and second-half groups.

Before the competition, Feng Xuesong told Class A that in order to prevent aesthetic fatigue caused by the gap between the scenes and settings in the same two periods, resulting in too large a difference in voting, the order of performances was not based on the class, but the individual teams were drawn by lottery.

The interval between each performance is about 10 minutes. If the upper two teams are the strongest teams in the two classes, and the lower two teams are the weakest teams, there must be a gap between the two performances, and the voting results will be polarized differentiation.

From the other two perspectives, if a class takes advantage of these two points, uses the form of comparison, deliberately performs a relatively good performance after two inferior performances, or performs excellent performances before the next two performances, The result will be artificially subverted, and finally the total number of votes in this class may not reflect the real strength.

This is what the academy wants to avoid after consideration.

"Each team can ask the captain to draw lots." Feng Xuesong explained concisely the location of the lottery and the game process. "The others will follow me to collect the clothes. If there is any modification that needs to be made, let us know as soon as possible."

The four captains who were selected stood up, glanced at each other, did not show anything in front of the teacher, and went out obediently to the lottery place.

Watching them leave in silence, Xing Dou faintly felt that their atmosphere had become a bit weird, but he didn't care too much, and followed Feng Xuesong together with other students.

And just as he thought, when Xia Yuan and his group moved away from the classroom and teacher, some people couldn't help but make noise.

"Anmas, which direction are you going to perform this time? Magic or fantasy?" Yang Yu leaned closer to the white-haired and black-skinned boy, his face full of curiosity.

Because of the so-called rule that the team with the lowest number of votes will be punished, they are obviously students from the same two classes, but they have not had much contact with each other these days, and they are each busy with their own performances.

"It's magical." Anmasi replied, and looked him up and down again, "Are you sure about the role you will play this time?"

"Ha, ha, it's okay." Yang Yuliang was a little nervous when talking about this topic, rubbing the back of his head and his eyes wandering.

"Hmph." Xia Yuan smiled disdainfully in front of him, not hiding his voice at all.

"What are you laughing at!" The blond boy stared over as if stressed.

"It seems that Teacher Gong and Teacher Feng don't have to worry about no one to drink tea, and the others don't have to worry about being at the bottom." The purple-haired boy's tone was sarcasm, and anyone could hear the implied disdain.

Wen Lun remained quiet among the three of them, shrinking his presence.

"That's right, you really should consider what kind of guilty face you should wear when drinking tea!"

Yang Yu blurted it out, he was still a bit of a smug complacent, but the next moment he suddenly realized that Xing Dou was also in Xia Yuan's group.

What he said was equivalent to classifying Xing Dou as a loser. He didn't think Xing Dou should be invited to drink tea.

"Of course, only you should go." He rolled his eyes, cleared his throat, and added an additional condition.

Xia Yuan wanted to go back, but they had already arrived at the location of the lottery while talking.People from other classes came one after another, looking at them curiously. It was not a suitable occasion to promote "family ugliness".

So he replied with a half-smile: "Really?" and said no more.

After all the people arrived, the process went very quickly. They got the lottery results without any delay, and quickly returned to the divided lounge to report the results.

The overall luck of class A is not bad, the four teams have two performances in the morning and afternoon, and the performances are not consecutive.

From morning to afternoon, they were Wenlun Team, Yang Yu Team, Anmasi Team, and Xia Yuan Team.

"It's not bad." Feng Xuesong was not dissatisfied with this order, but worried that the Xia Yuan team, which was in the last group, would not be able to get a good number of votes because the audience was mentally exhausted.

"Next is your stage." He didn't express his worries, but just patted the shoulders of these students and gave them encouragement. "Whether you win or lose, they are just two small steps in your life. The important thing is that you must have a firm and strong heart."

"I wish you both all the best and a successful start." Facing the seventeen students, the brown-haired man showed two smiles on his always serious face.

"The two of us will definitely win!" The teenagers responded loudly with burning eyes.

Xing Dou was also among them, silently clenched his fingers, and secretly made up his mind - can't lose!

The waiting time was fleeting, and after intensive preparations, [-]% of the audience seats were filled again, and they were full of anticipation.

The stage formed by interlaced transparent ice-blue brick walls with a strong sense of technology was darkened, and only two concentrated lights hit the presenter on stage.

This time the host did not have too many fancy announcements and interactions. After a simple greeting, he immediately announced the list of people who will perform and the theme of this time, and simply stepped off the stage neatly.

Probably there is not enough time... Xing Dou guessed after seeing the host's hastily leaving.

The huge stage was decomposed and reassembled in an instant, and the virtual projected image could be seen as rough from the eyes, and it became real in an instant. , outlines a unique atmosphere.

This is the two facilities that the college is proud of, the so-called virtual light and shadow projection, or the name it is often called-Second World Creation.

Xing Dou was a little surprised when he saw the figure appearing on the stage.

The red-haired and red-eyed teenager wore two simple striped shirts and black trousers, turned sideways, with his hands in his pockets, and walked slowly on the street shrouded in darkness.

The straight and empty streets seem to be in the style of the last century. There are no full-coverage lights and guides, and there are no robots that always clean the streets. There are only two rows of dim yellow lights and distant dim stars.

Xing Dou remembered him, it was Jing Liu from Class C, the so-called genius composer.

So is Class C the second this time?Is this luck good or bad?

Holding this doubt, he quietly looked at the stage.

The red-haired boy on the stage looked not very energetic, his hair was messed up, his clothes were wrinkled and not arranged properly, subconsciously bent his back slightly, and looked down at the road ahead slightly.

The two of them walked on this seemingly endless street, only sighing occasionally, but they didn't stop.

The dim streetlights elongated his shadow, pulling out two huge black shadows that didn't fit his depressed appearance at all, as if two bites could swallow him up.

But Jing Liu didn't look back, and didn't pay attention to the black shadow, just kept going forward.

Until he suddenly heard a second footstep that didn't belong to him.

Turning his head to look twice, two silver-haired teenagers in black clothes quietly followed his shadow and smiled at him twice.

"Who are you?" He looked into those red eyes, full of puzzlement, "I've never seen you before, so why are you following me?"

The boy who appeared inexplicably blinked and replied softly: "I must follow you, I have always followed you. Just because you didn't see me or notice me, doesn't mean I don't exist."

"Have you been here?" The red-haired boy repeated suspiciously, unable to see other reactions on that calm face, he asked twice, "Who are you?"

"Yes, please don't doubt these two points. I'm always here." The boy emphasized twice, as if asking for advice, "You want to know my name? If you know, I won't leave again."

"Then if I don't know who you are, will you go?"

"No." The silver-haired boy shook his head, "I'm still here. It's just that you don't pay attention to me occasionally, who would pay attention to two guys with no names. When you are very happy and excited, you don't even think about it."

Jing Liu frowned, as if he was thinking hard, and finally he felt that he didn't want to think of this weird guy often, so he gave up asking.

And he tried several times, but he still failed to get rid of this person.

As the silver-haired boy said, he always finds a way to appear and always follows him.

So Jing Liu reluctantly accepted this unexpected guest as her companion on this endless road.

This long road is not always night, it has time to rotate, rain and snow change, but there is no one who moves forward besides him.

Whether sunshine or blizzard, day or night, he met no one else.

The only accident that the two discovered followed him closely, never taking the initiative to speak, nor expressing opinions, and followed him quietly.

"Don't you think that cloud just now looks a bit like two ducks?"

The red-haired boy sat resting under a certain tree, pointed to the sky, and couldn't help asking about the silver-haired boy who always followed him.

The silver-haired boy glanced at him, turned to him again, and said softly, "Don't you think that cloud just now looks a bit like two ducks?"

It was a very cold and similar tone, the similarity lies in the cadence of the words, and the indifference lies in the lack of emotion.

Jing Liu was stunned, stared blankly at the young man for a long time, and tried to say: "Have you seen that pale yellow flower before?"

"Have you seen that pale yellow flower before?" the silver-haired boy repeated in the same tone.

"...Are you just repeating what I said?" Jing Liu was a little annoyed, and her voice became rough.

"No," the guy replied this time, "but I can't give you the response you want. I can't do it because of who I am."

"Who are you?" Jing Liu couldn't help asking again, "Even if you follow me forever, tell me who you are."

The silver-haired boy looked at him seriously, and smiled lightly: "I am lonely."

The red-haired boy froze again with a stiff expression.

Seeing these two scenes, Xing Dou immediately understood the strange incongruity before - loneliness will not respond to you, he will simply return those expectations and reflect your own appearance.

The performance on the stage is still going on.

Jing Liu, who understood the identity of the silver-haired boy, no longer tried to talk to him, and no longer regarded him as his companion. He knew in his heart that it was just a projection of his own heart.

The two teenagers who are alone are still advancing on this road, sometimes it is a smooth downhill, sometimes it is a muddy swamp, and sometimes it is a high ground that is difficult to climb.With no one to help him, he was sweating and panting, moving forward awkwardly.

The originally clean clothes also became worn out at two o'clock, but he didn't stop to care.

Until one day, Jing Liu met two people.

It was a cheerful girl with orange hair, her smile seemed to smell like the sun and flowers, her eyes captured his soul and his heart.

He didn't know when the girl entered here and how she got here.

He just stopped for a while, and followed the girl involuntarily. He didn't pay attention to the distant goal in front of him, and he didn't see the silent loneliness behind him. He stumbled and accidentally reached two roads that he had never gone before. looking at her.

The girl walked in front, humming a song and walking briskly, turning her head to look at him from time to time, showing a shy smile, but it was just this that attracted him to keep moving forward, unwilling to stop.

At some point, his clothes became cleaner, his expression became firmer, and his walking posture became more correct.

The distance between him and the girl narrowed a little bit, and the eyes lit up.

The silver-haired boy who claimed to be lonely followed him silently, just like before, with his head bowed and not saying a word.

After a long time, Jing Liu still didn't catch up with the girl.At a certain narrow fork in the road, the girl who led him up here didn't even look back, she fell into the bottomless fog and left his path.

"Where are you? Where am I going?"

The red-haired boy called twice, but got no response. He stood at the fork in the road, dazed for a long time, and then he understood something, and finally couldn't help crying.

Transparent drops of water wet the ground, making the clean road slightly muddy.

After calming down, he turned around and suddenly wanted to see the loneliness that Xu Nuo would follow behind him.

"Are you still lonely? I want to talk to you, even if it's you, even if you only repeat my words. I don't want to lose it anymore."

But saw two pairs of blue eyes.

I don't know when, the loneliness with silver hair and red eyes turned into the appearance of silver hair and blue eyes.

"Lonely?" He called him softly, a little suspicious.

However, the silver-haired and blue-eyed boy shook his head: "I am not lonely, although I am similar to lonely, but I am not him."

"who are you?"

"I am - Love," he replied firmly, "I was born out of your solitude."

"We are two parts of two bodies, so we are similar."

"Why were you born? When were you born?" Jing Liu asked puzzledly, "Why have I never felt your existence?"

"I am with your loneliness." The silver-haired and blue-eyed boy said calmly, "It's just that you never noticed our difference."

"The moment you saw the flower was me, and when you wanted to tell someone, you were lonely. We coexist in your body, alternating every two moments of thinking."

"My birth was your wish."

"My wish?" The red-haired boy's face showed sadness again, "But I have lost love now, why did you show up?"

"It is indeed your wish." The person who claimed to be in love nodded, "What you lost is the love between two people. It is not the concept of love, the existence of love. I am here, which proves that you still desire and have love."

"Go on. Don't get lost, and don't look back."

Two silver-haired teenagers appeared in front of him at the same time in a trance, left and right, speaking in unison:

"We will be with you until the end of this journey, love and loneliness will last forever."