One-star idol counterattack plan

"Sorry." The tall, white-haired, black-skinned boy sat on the lounge seat, frowning, and apologized as soon as he opened his mouth.

"Anmasi, what are you apologizing for?" Yang Yu instantly understood why he was apologizing, and quickly waved his hands, trying to describe the matter as not so serious, "You didn't intentionally make a mistake in your performance, and you didn't do anything wrong. Reasonable action, just pure bad luck, how can you be blamed."

"The group in front of you is indeed very strong. We didn't take this factor into account, so it has nothing to do with you." It was rare for Xia Yuan not to confront Yang Yu, and his tone was as indifferent as possible.

The other four people in the same team were relatively close to them, and they were all silent when they heard the words, and lowered their heads even more.

Anmasi smiled wryly, and tried to raise the corners of his mouth: "The strength of the people in front is not something that can be used as an excuse. If it is Wen Lun who encounters this kind of thing, he will not be defeated without fighting back like us. "

"In the final analysis, we are still too weak."

As soon as this decisive judgment came out, the scene fell silent for an instant.

Yang Yu and Xia Yuan immediately understood that there was no need to persuade them anymore, not to mention that they didn't know what to say when they experienced this kind of situation for the first time.

This is not an occasion where the consolation of bystanders can work. Being hit and recognizing yourself may be an obstacle, but at the same time it is also a thorny whip that turns into motivation, driving people to move forward step by step.

"...We will help you win back your share." After a while, Xia Yuan adjusted his glasses and issued a declaration in a flat tone. Then, without waiting for Anmasi's reaction, he turned around and went to his team members to prepare.

Shortly thereafter it was his group's turn.

Anmasi watched him leave, different from his expression that didn't have any big ups and downs, the fists blocking him were clenched tightly, the raised joints were faintly white, and the veins on the skin were straight.

"This kind of thing... how can I help?" He almost whispered.

Yang Yu, who was closer, noticed the expression on Anmasi's face at that moment, and felt his heart thump, and turned his head to the other side hastily, pretending not to care.

That Anmarth, who has always been calm and reliable, had such an expression of unwillingness and anger... If one day he also lost to someone like this, wouldn't it be more painful?

At this moment, Yang Yu felt a real and unspeakable fear of this so-called competition.

When Xia Yuan came to find Xing Dou, the latter was still studying the stage in front of Anmasi and the others.

That was the stage for Xiang Ming's group.

Xing Dou found that his previous guess had been greatly deviated. Xiang Ming was not the only one with excellent acting skills in Class B, and there were also many people with strong script writing skills. At least from the two performances of Class B that he had seen so far, they seemed to be No obvious shortcomings.

And after this period of tempering, Xiang Ming has indeed made a lot of progress. In addition, their group as a whole has a tacit cooperation, their acting skills are on the level, and the ups and downs of the plot are indeed very eye-catching.No wonder she has the confidence to make a bet with him.

Even in the process of watching it himself, he couldn't completely look at it from the perspective of research, but could only immerse himself in it from the perspective of appreciation.

Is a formidable enemy.

He was certain of this in his mind.

"Xing Dou, we should go." Xia Yuan's voice came coldly, waking him who was thinking.

Xing Dou raised his head and glanced, the purple-haired boy who was walking in front of him still had the strict and vicious tongue, but his usually calm eyes seemed to be a huge wave, surging with waves that could not be ignored, it seemed that the next moment would Falling straight down, drowning everything.

But this emotion disappeared quickly, as if it was just an illusion.

"Hmm." The black-haired boy responded quietly, not thinking it was an illusion.

He could probably guess the situation, because of Anmasi's defeat, Xia Yuan was now in a state of being ready to go, ready to attack.

Xing Dou could also understand this, but considering the impact of the mood before going on stage on the performance, he still said in a low voice: "Student Xia Yuan, being overwhelmed by inexplicable and uncontrollable emotions is the performance of a brave and foolhardy person." .”

"You don't need to tell me, of course I understand." Xia Yuan glanced at him in surprise, disapproving, "I'm not the kind of idiot who would show my flaws before I started."

Hearing this, Xingdou didn't say any more, and went to the backstage with the others, tidied up the performance costumes, and waited quietly for their performance to start.

The previous group ended quickly, and the applause from the audience came clearly through the loose barrier. The protracted continuation seemed to indicate something and put potential pressure on the latecomers.

Xia Yuan noticed that the expressions of the other team members were a little nervous, and wanted to say something to calm the situation, but he himself was a little at a loss, and was afraid that saying the wrong thing would damage morale, so he kept silent and prepared to go on stage.

"Have you ever heard a sentence?" Before they stepped onto the stage, Xing Dou suddenly said, which caught the eyes of his teammates.

"What do you want to say?" Xia Yuan answered, faintly feeling that this would be a good breakthrough point to relieve tension.

"The world is pitch black." The black-haired boy laughed wantonly, and there were dots of light flashing in his deep eyes, "Only the stars shine."

"This is our stage! Why don't you light it up?"

Why is this guy more presentable than me at this time?

Xia Yuan raised the corners of his mouth unconsciously, and responded in a low voice: "How can I let you monopolize it!"

The other two were also much more relaxed, and responded one after another: "That's right!" "Don't underestimate us!"

While the atmosphere of the four people was relaxing, the curtain slowly opened on the vast and narrow stage.

The crisp and high-pitched seagulls sang and glided across the blue sky, grabbing something from the sea from time to time and flying again.Noisy and rhythmic waves are rushing to swallow the golden sand on the shore, and the dark rocks are entangled by lush seaweed and attached by tiny shells, still standing silently in the sea, being beaten by the waves.The gentle sea breeze blows through the dense bushes, bringing a unique slightly fishy smell.

"Haha, listen to what this guy is saying, he actually believes in such fairy tales!"

Someone laughed sharply and loudly, and then a few more mocking voices sounded.

"This guy is really a fool, he dares to say such a thing. Hahahaha!"

"As expected of a famous idiot, his mouth is full of nonsense."

It looks like a harmonious beach, but an unharmonious drama is being staged.

A purple-haired boy was surrounded by three people, pushing and shoving him so that he could not control his balance, while being ridiculed by malicious words.

Looking carefully, the young man's clothes are much shabby compared to the other three. The blue clothes were washed to a whitish color, and the cuffs and trousers were severely worn, revealing some eye-catching lines, and the patches of different colors were present. Not low.

And he himself looked rather pathetic.The disheveled purple hair hung long in front of his eyes, covering half of his face. His yellowish complexion and protruding thin cheeks showed signs of malnutrition, and his pale lips were bloodless.He was like a toy that he couldn't resist, being tossed around by the three of them at will.

"That's not, that's not a story." The purple-haired boy was dizzy and still protesting, "There are really, really mermaids in the world! Some people have seen them in this sea area before."

"Hahaha, this fool is still talking in his sleep." The leader laughed loudly, looking at him as if he was looking at something disgusting, "If you are not clear-headed, don't always come in front of everyone, it's an eyesore Ah You."

As he said this, the man kicked the purple-haired boy violently, and the other two cooperated to get out of the way, causing the boy to fall to the ground and retreat more than half a meter.

"I wasted time on you, and I didn't care about how much you should compensate me, hum!" The kicker snorted coldly, looked at the purple-haired boy with his head down, and seemed to lose interest, "Lying here is the most suitable for you! Don't appear in front of us again! Otherwise, I will kill you!"

After speaking, he left arrogantly with the other two.

The purple-haired boy who was kicked lay on the beach for a long time, a crab passed by him slowly, and a seabird landed on him and stepped on him a few times, but he couldn't wake up the person who was lying down.

It wasn't until the sun slowly shrank its light and turned yellow and hazy that he moved his fingers and slowly got up from the ground.Scattered sand and rocks rolled down from his body, and the rising waves wet his clothes, faintly reflecting the young man's bewildered and silent face.

"No, that's not the case." He bowed his head and muttered something in a low voice, some kind of emotion surged in his eyes covered by hair, "There must be mermaids in this world!"

The originally weak voice grew louder, and finally turned into an unquestionable assertion.

The purple-haired boy stood up abruptly, turned around to face the magnificent sea, carefully watched the invisible depths, as if seeing some legendary creature swimming happily.

"I will prove this! I will prove this!" He repeated nervously, stepping forward step by step, stepping into the gradually deepening sea water, letting it slowly swallow his ankles, calves, knees, and then his waist belly.

He seemed to sacrifice himself to the ocean, closed his eyes, and sank into the deep sea without hesitation, into the unknown and endless abyss.

Accompanied by the increasingly intensified sound of the waves, the purple-haired boy became weak and lost consciousness.

A little bit of darkness sank on the stage, as if being submerged by sea water at the same time, and there was no light.

A flash of silver light appeared like lightning, illuminating the heavy sea water, and a pair of cold white arms protruded from the deeper sea water, gently and firmly hugging the sinking purple-haired boy.

The surrounding sea water swayed rhythmically, forming an invisible road, opening up the front for those who came.

The purple-haired boy only felt that he had sensed some kind of soft and cold existence unconsciously, treating him extraordinarily gently and giving him the oxygen to continue living.

But his weak eyes couldn't see the appearance of that person clearly, so he could only return to a deep sleep.

It wasn't until daybreak that he spit out a big mouthful of sea water and saw the dazzling light, did he realize that he was rescued.

The man who saved him sat half-length on the reef, staring at him with a bewitchingly beautiful face, and his emerald eyes were like the most luxurious gems, but he smiled innocently like he didn't know it:

"you're awake?"

Just as he was about to answer, he noticed that the half of the man's body immersed in the water gleamed bright silver in the sun, with graceful and gorgeous lines, extending out to bring out the sparkling tail end, with a dazzling metallic luster.

That is a fish tail.