One-star idol counterattack plan

"This stage change is quite interesting." Yang Yu stared at the screen and said with emotion, "When the two appeared at the same time before, the two behind the protagonist who was the traveler kept moving, but they didn't seem to be seen at all. .”

From the viewer's point of view, the red-haired boy walking in front hardly turned his head, so he didn't realize that there was one more silver-haired boy behind him.

Being the Lonely One has a wonderful relationship with love.

When the red-haired boy kept moving forward, Ai slowly appeared, but did not talk to Lonely, and the three walked together for a long time.

After meeting a girl with orange hair, the figure of "Lonely" with silver hair and red eyes gradually faded, and "Love" with silver hair and blue eyes wandered casually among boys and girls.

The orange-haired girl saw him, but the red-haired boy never noticed it.

When the girl fell into the mist, "love" and "loneliness" met for a short time, and they looked at each other like a mirror.

"But the shortcomings are quite obvious." Anmasi rested his chin with his hand, "The conflict is too weak. For a small number of people, it is a stage with art and philosophical thinking, but on occasions that are more entertaining and noisy, here There are not many people who appreciate it seriously.”

"Except for the contagious music, there are almost no surprises on this stage." Xia Yuan commented mercilessly.

"Such a script suffers too much. Even if the emotions are expressed smoothly, it will be difficult to gain wide recognition."

In the lounge, the teacher of Class C sighed as he watched the stage which did not receive a particularly good response.

"After all, children have their own ideas, and we can't force them to make changes." Class B teacher reassured, "Fortunately, they did express their ideas and themes."

The head teacher of Class C didn't answer, but still shook his head.

"Looking at the reaction from the auditorium, our stage this time may not be very popular." Jing Liu sat in the temporary lounge backstage, holding a towel to his face, with a dull tone, "Fortunately, as the first We didn’t get booed in the first round, but what is a little bit worth looking forward to is that the next team will still belong to our class. I remember that the plot of their performance was much more interesting and tortuous, and under the background, they can get a good number of votes.”

"Hmm." Yusuke Mushan responded, a little frustrated, "I actually like our script...mystery and philosophy, clean and clear like falling snow, don't you feel like Salome is always trapped in a momentary relationship? Is it boring?"

"Compared to complicated love entanglements, purer and broader emotions are more exciting." Yusuke Makiyama agrees with this point of view.

The team member dressed as a girl also nodded: "I want to express a type of person more than acting out the image of a certain person."

"I know this is the reason why you guys chose to join forces with me." Jing Liu put down the towel and forced a smile, "But the truth is, as the teacher said, this is not a pleasing script. As the main writer, I will Take responsibility for it."

"The teacher didn't reject your idea of ​​trying this script, it's not your fault alone." The silver-haired, blue-eyed boy frowned, "I've asked everyone for their opinions on this matter, and they all agreed to conduct a simulation of this style, isn't it? ."

"Your talent lies in music, not drama." The other of the twins also said, "As an idol, there are not many in our class who are good at scripts. You should apply for assistance from the very beginning. You can write it and complete the revision." obligations, do not blame yourself."

"If we hadn't applied for assistance, we would have counted 80% of the votes we got, and we wouldn't have taken the risk." The student dressed as a woman sighed, "We didn't get enough votes in the first round."

"After all, the strength is not enough." After Jing Liu said this, she didn't know what to say for a while, and fell silent.

The pressure of the first game and the disappointment of being the first to play but not living up to expectations pervaded them.

What Xing Dou saw during the break was this group of people who seemed to be shrouded in an invisible haze.

He should have ignored them, should have ignored these people who weren't shining properly.However, the faint disappointment and cheered up appearance of these people after the game appeared uncontrollably in my mind.

Failure is actually a common thing, especially when you experience the stage for the first time.

No matter who you are, you will gradually learn from your failures and grow up.

As the enemy, he shouldn't be nosy.

In that blurred dream, was there someone who reached out to him?

"...Hey." The black-haired boy stood in the corner, half of which was shadowed by the light, "Why did you choose such a script?"

Jing Liu turned her head to look at that person, feeling somewhat familiar, but couldn't remember.

He touched the back of his head as usual, and smiled: "Probably because of a sudden rise. But as you can see, this kind of adventure is also quite risky."

There was a bit of bitterness in the words.

The twins did recognize who the person who appeared suddenly was, but they had just suffered a certain blow and realized their own flaws and inadequacies. prick up your ears.

The boy in women's clothing who didn't understand what was going on was at a loss.

"But the most important thing is that your script is not prominent enough, isn't it?" The black-haired boy raised his sharp eyes and pointed at the center of the problem.

The four of Class C fell silent.

After a while, the boy in disguise raised his head and questioned dissatisfiedly, "Then tell me, how do you write this script?"

Xing Dou glanced at him, with a calm expression: "This is what you should think about, not me to give the answer. But at least I know that you have missed something when you describe your life."

"What do you want to say?" The silver-haired and blue-eyed boy looked up at him with unwillingness and anger.

Xing Dou didn't care much, and continued: "The road you designed is too peaceful."

"As a traveler in life, he should fall over a dozen somersaults, encounter several impassable bridges, and even repeat stupid actions in the same place, or find the way, or find the wrong direction, or fall off the cliff, Like a drowned chicken, like a homeless dog, like a person who has experienced enough hardships to stand up again."

"He was so embarrassed that he cried bitterly, struggled so much that he didn't want to get up, and was so depressed that he had no hope."

"When the tears are dry, you can move on."

"At least he should understand that the ubiquitous failure is just a part of ordinary life. If you walk past it, there will be nothing."

"..."

Jing Liu was stunned, he looked at the black-haired boy in front of him, he noticed the reminder behind these rather cold words, but he was confused by this reminder.

Why tell them this?

They are not familiar with each other, and they are still enemies.

He didn't have time to ask the words, the person who said a lot of aggressively had already turned on the virtual screen, looked at them indifferently as if losing interest, and sneered:

"Forget it, what time is wasted with the defeated dog. You have done a good job, and you have succeeded in making me restless and bored. Keep it up."

Then walked into the lounge without looking back, putting the distance between them.

"That's what..." Jing Liu felt a strong sense of familiarity, as if Class A played the God of Death in the last game, but couldn't think of the name.

"That's Tong He Yu, Tong He Yu." Mu Shan Yusuke, who got out at some point, leaned on his shoulder and revealed his identity in one go.

"So it was him!" Jing Liu suddenly realized.

He had listened to Tong Heyu's arrangement before, and was deeply impressed by this person who was very contradictory inside and outside, so he remembered it as soon as he mentioned it.

"So he made a disguise before... maybe even his name was fake." He quickly thought of the question, and turned back to the twins, "What's his real name?"

"The star. The star in the sky." Mushan Yusuke leaned on the other side and muttered, "It really looks like a star, dazzling and bright, and it still points out the direction for people in the dark. Although the words are not very nice."

The red-haired boy couldn't help laughing: "What, are we in the dark?"

The twins gave him a hand, and walked forward at the same time, straightened their backs, looked ahead, the same unyielding appeared in different colored eyes, and the gray depression and loss on their bodies seemed to be brushed away by invisible big hands.

"Well, that's why I have to work hard to rush out and find a new light."

"Next time, I don't want to lose again."

When Xing Dou returned to the waiting room, it happened that the performance of the next team started.

That was another team from Class C. Compared with the first one, which was more stream-of-consciousness and less turbulent, their script was obviously different, adding more twists and fun, and interpreting the theme in a more humorous way. .

Comparing the two, the number of votes is obviously much higher.

"It's a blessing in disguise?" Xing Dou glanced at the stage, thinking that they would rather gain glory by themselves than deliberately let their classmates get high votes.

The behavior just now might have been impulsive, but he didn't regret it.

He doesn't think defeating an opponent who has no fighting spirit is something to be proud of. He said that if he wants to step on these five-stars, he will not accept that kind of useless opponent who is sluggish.

After this team performed, it was Wen Lun's team.

In order to play in time for the competition, the members of Wen Lun's group had already changed their clothes and waited behind the stage.

Xing Dou was still curious about their performance, and immediately looked at the projection screen seriously, ready to observe carefully.He didn't know what Wen Lun could perform today, whether it was at a level he could beat, or how long it would take him to win.

10 minutes after the last set of performances, the stage was re-lit with the slight sound of aircraft floating.

Under the deep and distant night sky, a huge white column stands proudly, with finely carved patterns and patterns all over it, as if you can feel how the skilled craftsmen carefully polish and draw.

Absolutely stunning work of art if not broken in half.

And there are more broken walls around this column, half of the walls collapsed, most of the statues were destroyed, the railings collapsed, the spine fell... From the outside, this is a completely deserted place, which can only be vaguely recognized The glory days of yesteryear.

"There seems to be nothing left in this place."

"If there was anything valuable, I'm afraid it would have been taken away long ago. How could it be our logistics' turn to take advantage of it?"

The two people who got off the aircraft were both wearing uniforms with white background and blue borders, and wearing uniform hats. They looked around and talked with disgust.

"In short, look for it first, maybe there is something left. I heard that this sect has a secret method that can make people stay young forever. If we find it, we will get rich."

One of them endured his temper, comforted his companion, and walked towards the place where the church was supposed to be.

"Let's split up, you go over there and have a look." He still didn't forget to remind.

The comforted companion muttered a few words, and reluctantly walked in another direction.

Those who rummaged in the church moved some heavy stones, and groped carefully in the places that could not be moved. After half a day, they only found a few broken bottles and ruined portraits.

"It's unlucky." He spat, feeling gradually irritable.

However, his companion shouted at this moment: "Hey, Isis, come and see this!"

Found something good?

Isis's expression turned happy, and he hurried over: "Jerry, you found..."

The voice stopped abruptly, and what appeared in front of him was a strange wooden board, which seemed to be the opening of a hidden cellar, which could be slightly pulled from the outside.

"Isn't there any weird things in here, such as black wizards, three-headed dogs, mud monsters, etc?" Isis hesitated, wondering if he should open the floor.

"But it may also be treasure, beauty or priceless information!" Jerry was more positive, trying to encourage his companions, "If we can find the so-called secret of eternal youth, we will send it!"

Isis was shaken by these words, and finally gritted his teeth cruelly: "Okay, let's open it! Even if it is Pandora's treasure box, there is still a hope, and it is worth it if it succeeds."

"Creak", the dusty wooden board was violently opened from the outside, and the stale air choked the two of them coughing for a while, before cautiously looking down.

"It seems that there are only stairs here, we have to go down." Jerry glanced his head and made a suggestion.

The first step has been taken, and Isis doesn't care about this detail, he nodded and followed his companion.

As they slowly went down, the entire field of vision gradually turned black, and then slowly lit up, and the stage scene changed to the underground without a trace.

Isis and Jerry turned on their portable lights, and after reaching the last step, they couldn't wait to light up the cellar to search, but they were disappointed when they looked up.

There is no other reason, this cellar is clear at a glance, except for a person lying in the corner, there is nothing.

"It's impossible for there to be living people in such a ghostly place. Just a dead body, it's so boring." Isis didn't even bother to look at it, and judged directly.

"Tsk, come here for nothing."

Jerry turned around a few times in dissatisfaction, frowned, walked towards the corpse, squatted down, and wanted to find something from him.

But just as he was about to reach out, he felt something was wrong.

The boy who thought he was dead opened his dull eyes and watched him quietly, as if he was watching an insect and ant running in front of him.

"Ah!" Jerry was taken aback, and fell back to the ground, shaking in horror, "He, he's not dead!"

"What is this? How could it not be dead?" Isis took out a round weapon and pointed it at the pink-haired boy, his face full of vigilance.

"I don't know!" Jerry took a few steps in a safe direction before calming down.

The two confronted the unknown creature for a while, and it took a long time to confirm that he was harmless.

Not only that, no matter whether they threatened or prayed and asked, the young man was like a wooden puppet, motionless, without making a sound, without emotional ups and downs. If it weren't for the occasional rolling eyes staring ahead, they really couldn't be sure that he was a living person, but Not a vivid machine.

After a brief discussion, Isis and Jerry decided to take the man away and hand it over to the upper echelons to study the weirdness of this guy who can live without eating or drinking.

They worked together to successfully bring the boy onto the aircraft, and brought scattered small harvests. After setting the destination, they started the aircraft and rushed to the deep and unknown universe very quickly.

"Kangdang" The huge meteorite passed by, smashed the smooth flying aircraft, flashed past Mars, and fell straight down.

Before the two people sitting in the aircraft could say anything, they were involved in the explosion and disappeared into the depths of the universe.

The only unscathed mysterious boy with pink hair sank into the universe with the impact, and subconsciously closed his eyes.

When he opened his eyes again, there was a curious person in front of him.

That guy was seventeen or eighteen years old, with golden hair and eyes. Looking at him, he was a little surprised: "You woke up! I was surprised when I picked you up from the forest. How could someone fall out of such a big body?" It’s still not dead. You’re amazing.”

The person judged to be a puppet by Asis and the others did not answer, staring at the void with stagnant eyes.

"Can't you speak?" The man blinked, opened his mouth and tried to make a mouth shape, "Speak—talk."

The pink-haired boy still didn't respond.

"Strange person, don't you understand?" The blond boy muttered, looked out of the window again, and exclaimed, "No, I have to go back, you stay in this wooden house first, I will come to see you tomorrow .” After speaking, he ran away in a hurry.

The puppet-like figure is unconscious and silent, sitting in the dilapidated wooden house of waking up, expressionless.

Arriving at the same time as the morning sun on the second day, the blond-haired and golden-eyed boy greeted him with a smile: "Here I am! Today I brought you hot scones, which are delicious, and honey will flow from your mouth when you take a bite... ..."

He chattered about his life and seemed quite jovial.

"By the way, look at me, I forgot to introduce myself, I'm Jacob." He suddenly thought of something, slapped his head, and turned to look at the silent pink-haired boy, "What's your name?"

Jacob got no response.

But he was not frustrated, and rolled his eyes: "You don't understand what I'm saying now, and you don't want to say it, then, then I'll give you a name."

"Asa, your name can be called this. In our language, it represents a person who descended from the sky."

The boy named Asa still remained silent.

"I gave you a name, and from today onwards, we can be friends!" Jacob smiled and handed over the cake in his hand.

Asa didn't touch it, and didn't even move his eyes.

"Hmm..." Jacob looked at him, wondering if there might be something wrong with his new friend. After all, it is rare to be in such a state of resisting and ignoring, "It seems that it will take me a lot of time to get you to respond to me. gone."

From that day on, the blond boy often came here and brought various things to Asa, sometimes delicious things, sometimes interesting toys, sometimes live rabbits or strange bugs.

Jacob quickly discovered that Asa could survive without food and water, but he didn't give up. He kept bringing his favorite things and talking about the little things around him.

But the pink-haired boy remained silent and did not respond, only the things around him were constantly being updated and replaced, and even the dirty clothes were replaced with clean white shirts.

Jacob took care of him for four or five years with an obsession, until one day, rubbing his elongated blond hair and walking into the familiar wooden house, he coughed twice tiredly:

"Sorry Asa, I'm sick and I may need to go to the hospital for a while. Will come back when I'm better."

He carefully looked at this unresponsive friend, and laughed while coughing: "Actually, I always find it incredible, why can I do such a thing persistently? It seems that there is no hope at all."

"Maybe, I just think, Asa, it would be nice if you could feel all of this. About the deep and quiet sky, about the delicate and beautiful flowers, about the gentle wind blowing on your face... This world is so vast, why are you trapped in here?"

"I hope you can wake up, I hope you can fall in love with this world, Asa."

After the blond youth finished speaking, he shook his body when he stood up, coughed and left the cabin.

Since then, it has never appeared again.

The sun rises and the moon sets, and everything returns to silence.

The boy in the darkness was hugged by dust little by little, his clothes and cheeks returned to their original dirty appearance, but he seemed to feel nothing, just as indifferent as before.

Stars move, stars intersect, and an unknown number of years pass by.

On a sunny day, a small bird chirped and tore through the window paper of the wooden house, allowing a small beam of sunlight to shine through to this forgotten corner.

The boy who looked like a puppet didn't respond at first, but then turned his eyes extremely slowly, like a rusty robot, quietly staring at the beam of light on the ground.

As the sun went down, the light moved inch by inch away from the child, and finally it disappeared.

Asa's body moved slightly when the light disappeared, and then he put his hands on his chest stiffly.

The heartbeat in the background gradually became clearer, one by one, as if something was about to rush out.

He frowned slightly, as if he didn't understand what kind of emotion it was, and why he was covering it here.

But as the heartbeat he felt seemed to be gradually amplifying, he involuntarily grabbed his chest, and slowly opened his mouth, as if suddenly feeling a little difficult to breathe, he began to take small breaths.

Then he breathed more and more, almost like someone who realized he was alive after drowning.His eyes overflowed with water unknowingly, and every time he took a hard breath, they slipped down from his cheeks, scratched the dust on his cheeks, and drew ugly marks.

The pattering drops of water wet the dusty ground, staining it with a circular dark color.

It seemed like it had been a long time, and it seemed that it had only been a while before he finally made a sound, not like a human voice, but more like a wild beast, but it was a cry of extreme pain and mourning.

The voice seemed to contain the strength of his whole body, and his fingers that were gathering his clothes turned white with all his strength.

After breathing slowly and gently, he struggled to move his body, as if he couldn't control his body well, he writhed on the ground like a messy ooze and moved forward, little by little, step by step, approaching Where he last saw the sun.

Asa struggled to stick his fingers in the air, trying to catch something.He looked there expectantly, bright light reflected in the black pupils.

But nothing appears.

Asa stretched out his hand until his arm was so weak that he couldn't hold it, and fell back to the ground from mid-air.

The pink-haired boy stubbornly stared at the roof where only a little bit of the night sky could be seen, and tears slowly filled his eyes. At first, it was only a very small voice, and then the voice gradually became louder. Finally, he lay there, crying like a normal person .

He finally came to his senses, after the only person who taught him to love him left, after he realized that he would never see each other again.

After the light you want to restore disappears.