One-star idol counterattack plan

The running-in period with the agent has passed for a week, and the idol reserve players who have an agent are gradually getting used to having someone beside them who helps them arrange most of the matters in life and study.Of course, this progress can be fast or slow. Those who work with the agent can of course enter the next stage of training more smoothly, while the progress of combinations that are not compatible will be slower.

Xingdou and Yi Xin's adaptation level is probably at the upper-middle level, not reaching the level of perfect tacit understanding and reaching an agreement with just one look, but there is no such thing as a chatterbox who doesn't even understand the meaning of the plan proposed by the other party.

The reason for this result is Xingdou's cooperation on the one hand, and Yi Xin's own ability is good on the other hand, so the training plan jointly formulated by the two is working step by step.At least after this week passed, Xingdou couldn't help being excited for a moment when Yi Xin took out various data of Xingdou a week ago and compared it with the current data.

Compared with a week ago, although his various values ​​have not improved dramatically, there are some obvious changes.And this change is enough to make Xing Dou feel happy.

This is consistent with the excitement that the game brings to players. When one's own progress is clearly and visibly displayed in a quantified way, people will more clearly recognize their own strength and be more hopeful for the future.

However, Yi Xin looked at the chart and was still a little dissatisfied, a bit worried about the data: "Hmm... It seems that my calculations have made a mistake, it shouldn't be like this, why is the growth rate of your various levels faster than before?" Are you slow? I obviously calculated based on your physical fitness and performance before..."

Hearing this, the black-haired and green-eyed boy pursed his lips and lowered his eyes.

The reason for the gap was that he didn't tell the trainee manager all the intensive training he had done before school started.He had no way of explaining his dreams, and it was impossible for him to tell the secret.So he will not say anything related to this secret.

For example, why did he suddenly conduct such a large amount of training before the start of school that he seemed to be forced to catch up with someone, why his strength could reach this level in a short time, and his familiarity with certain training.He can only tell Miss Manager that he has been training continuously and has that foundation as a foundation, so he can have the current strength.

Of course, the manager's lady would not doubt him, so he took his ability when he entered school as the initial value for subsequent calculations.

But the ability he had when he entered school was not what he had in the past, it was the strength he forcibly instilled in himself. Using such data as a model, of course he would not get the correct growth value.

"Ayi..." Xingdou hesitated, whether he wanted to at least tell her that he was not such a good person, and maybe he needed more training to help him reach a higher level.

"Sorry, sorry." The girl who interrupted him turned her head to look at him. After being surprised, she apologized repeatedly, "I'm not blaming you."

There was some shame in those bright eyes: "I usually speak out my thoughts unconsciously when I think about things in the classroom, but I don't mean to blame you, nor is it your problem. It will vary due to many factors, and even doing chemical experiments will always encounter too many unpredictable results."

She said seriously: "You are not a chemical data, nor are you a dead thing to be manipulated by people. It is normal to have such a difference, really, you don't need to feel burdened. In the final analysis, my calculations are wrong, Xing Dou, you have already done your part, so I just have to work hard, you don't need to comfort me, I understand."

With those hands clasped with Xingdou, Yi Xin said sincerely: "Give me some more time, and I will find the most suitable growth path for you! Before that, you just need to walk in your direction fearlessly. As Your manager, please trust my ability!"

After these words, Xing Dou opened his mouth, hesitant to speak, but in the end he didn't say much, nodded, and chose to trust.

Maybe he told Yi Xin about himself at this time, and it wouldn't change the girl's mind.She naturally blamed all this on her lack of ability, on not having fully found a suitable method, and firmly believed in the future of her chosen idol.

Talking about the future and goals, the light in her eyes is almost blinding.

Xing Dou looked at the back of Yi Xin saying that she wanted to rearrange her plan and left with a smile after saying hello, with mixed feelings in her heart.

What kind of group are the players, and what is the significance to them? The more contact with them, the more confused Xing Dou becomes.Sometimes he feels that the players are actually very enthusiastic and focused people, and they will do everything they can to bring their favorite idols to the top.That unparalleled love is something purer than anything in the world.

Sometimes he also thinks that the players are cruel, and only those they choose can become the favorite of the sky and the star of tomorrow.No one cares what will happen to those who are not selected, and what kind of future they will have.So the world is divided into two halves, some people live in the light, and the rest are forgotten in the dark corners.

He was once given up, but now there are so many players who have chosen him, and they are thinking about him and thinking about him.

Although this was indeed intentional by Xing Dou, it was the result of his hard work.But even now, he still occasionally thinks of the time when he was alone off the stage, the old days when he was separated from the world and abandoned.

There are still many people here who have been neglected and forgotten like they used to be.

Xing Dou could see the envious and jealous eyes of those who didn't have a manager around him in class, and he knew that there were many people hiding in places where no one was around and crying bitterly, and also found that many people looked at the manager's The expectations that cannot be concealed from time to time...that is the path he has traveled.Because of this, he will not feel pity and sympathy for these people, let alone do unnecessary things.

This is a world where if you don't work hard, you will be left behind.

From the first step of choosing to step here, there is no chance of regret.

The black-haired boy sat quietly for a while, then got up quickly, and went to the classroom for the next class. It seemed that his heart was not shaken, nor was he confused for a moment, nor would he stop for anything.Only when passing through the bright and dark corridors, in the shadow of silence and silence, the deep emerald eyes were slightly dimmed.

There also seemed to be a faint sigh coming from my ear, but it disappeared like a light wind without a trace and no origin.

As Yi Xin promised, within two days, she gave a new training plan again.And not just one version, but several versions, all handed to Xing Dou, looking at him brightly, determined to find the most suitable and best one for his idol.

Undoubtedly, this is the brainstorming result of the players who chose to train him after receiving Xing Dou's feedback.

I have to say that this kind of research spirit is much more difficult than reading and studying by yourself.

Xing Dou carefully read those training plans, and after careful consideration for a while, he temporarily chose one of them.Seeing that he didn't refute these plans, Yi Xin curled her lips and smiled happily, as if being recognized was enough to offset the efforts of the past few days.

Xing Dou caught a glimpse of the black marks under her eyes, and knew that the manager must have stayed up all night, but he couldn't bear to interrupt her happy expression, so he could only gently remind her: "A Yi, if you feel uncomfortable or tired , don’t be brave, rest as soon as possible.”

"It's okay!" The admonished person swiped the screen indifferently, added the new training schedule to his calculation library, his eyebrows were beaming, "This little thing can't beat me!"

Seeing this, Xing Dou didn't know how to persuade him, so he had to secretly remind himself to pay attention to the condition of Miss Manager, don't let her collapse from overwork.

With the continuous growth of such running-in, many people have changed to some extent.

For example, in this acting practice class.

The blond boy standing in the center of the stage sat half kneeling, his blue eyes overflowed with crystal drops, but his expression was smiling.It's just that this smile seemed extraordinarily forced, until he touched the silent person lying beside him, it spread from his fingertips to his arms, and then along his shoulders, and the trembling of his whole body couldn't stop.

As if forcibly suppressing a grief that was so great that his body could not bear it, the blond-haired and blue-eyed boy tightened his grip on the man's clothes, and the forced smile dissipated, leaving only an intermittent wail that could not even be uttered.

After his performance was over, Feng Xuesong, who was in charge of this class, had a rare expression of appreciation on his face, and patted Yang Yu who was off the stage: "I have made progress."

The person who was praised touched the back of his head, the corners of his mouth could not help but rise, and he said modestly: "I will continue to work hard." As he spoke, he looked around the crowd below expectantly, as if he was looking for someone silhouette of man.

When he saw Anmasi and Xia Yuan, he raised his chin, as if he was proudly puffing out his chest.When he saw a certain pink hair that he had always disliked, he hummed in a low voice.In the end, he glanced at the quiet black-haired boy in the corner of the classroom, and some unexplained expectations surged in his heart.

Will be seen?Will it get some attention?

Unfortunately, his idea seems to have come to nothing.Until he stepped down, that calm and indifferent gaze just glanced at him, without giving him half a glance.

The blond boy, who was proud of his progress, was suddenly stunned, as if someone had poured cold water on the spot, and he muttered: "That's right, it's only at this level, how can it be possible to make people look at you differently, and you have to keep doing it." Just learn..."

The excitement was fleeting, and when Yang Yu returned to his seat, his mood had calmed down.

"Yang Yu." Anmasi suddenly called him in a low voice.

"What?" Yang Yu, who also lowered his voice, looked over suspiciously, only to see that the black-skinned classmate didn't look at him, as if he was still listening to the class seriously.

"The way you stood on the stage just now..." Anmasi dragged out his voice, and under Yang Yu's increasingly puzzled gaze, he slowly uttered the second half of the sentence, "Like a victorious rooster, with its jaw raised It's so tall that it almost touches the neck."

"Heh." A faint laughter came from the direction where Xia Yuan was sitting, but when he looked over, the purple-haired boy looked serious, as if he didn't listen to them at all.

"..." Yang Yu was silent, and began to look up and down at the person beside him, his eyes full of doubts, "Are you Anmasi? Or who, quickly reveal the prototype! Anmasi is not such a person!"

"It's still the kind that shows off its bright red feathers on purpose." You didn't think it was enough, Anmasi added, "Sorry, I'm just describing the objective facts."

"Hahaha." This time the laughter was no longer concealed, except that it was lower, it really expressed the meaning of the ridicule clearly.

"Hmph, I'll wait and see what you guys can do." Yang Yu didn't bother to talk to these two guys who couldn't eat grapes and said grapes were sour, and turned his head, "You guys are just jealous. Just wait, sooner or later, none of you will be able to Say it."

Even though he thought of his complacent appearance, there was a trace of embarrassment in his heart at the moment.He does have a lot to learn.

"As expected of Yang Yu, the progress of learning is very fast. It seems that the training plan last time is applicable." This scene made his manager who noticed this proud, but also a little confused.

She is proud that the person she chooses will not be arrogant for the momentary results, even if she is praised, she can quickly adjust her mentality and continue to maintain a serious and progressive learning attitude.Puzzling because, according to Yang Yu's personality, having such a calm mind was something she hadn't expected.

"It seems that I underestimated him, which is not good." The agent patted his face, as if he was going to cheer up and start over, encouraged, and then devoted himself to his work.

It's just that in a place Yang Yu didn't know, the black-haired boy who seemed to be in a calm mood lowered his eyes and clenched his fingers slightly.

"What's wrong with you?" The agent sitting behind him noticed something unusual and asked worriedly in a low voice.

"...It's nothing." Xing Dou suppressed the momentary anxiety, and tried his best to answer calmly.

Yi Xin couldn't see anything from the unchanged back, so she could only frown and write down this detail.

Then one after another, those who were selected to perform the actual performance stood on the stage. According to the teacher's request, they showed the learning results during this period to the fullest before leaving the stage.

Soon, it was the turn of a certain pink-haired boy sitting in the front row.

Uncharacteristically this time, Wen Lun didn't sit next to Xing Dou, or even find a place slightly closer, but obediently sat in the front row, keeping a certain distance from Xing Dou who was sitting in the back.

There's no way, it's not that he thinks clearly about not pestering Xingdou any more, but that in Feng Xuesong's class, he has to give face to the teacher because he is valued in a certain way, let alone sit in the back seat without authorization.Otherwise, what is waiting for him, even if it is not a dangerous thing, will definitely not be able to eat good fruit.

Moreover, Wen Lun knew better than anyone else that the usual entanglement was only a short-term plan. Compared with the longer-term future, the efforts at this moment did not conflict with his dreams, and the temporary patience was for a better future.

He has long been used to dormant and accumulating strength, waiting for the moment when he can kill with one blow, waiting for the moment when he can win.

The pink-haired boy stood on the stage, listened to the teacher respectfully, nodded, waited for the moment when the lights came on, and started his performance.

It was a very wonderful feeling, and everyone who looked at him could feel it more or less.

When this mild-looking pink-haired boy lowered his expression and opened his eyes again, he seemed to have already begun to transform into another person.Obviously the facial features have not changed, and there is obviously no difference in clothing.But that subtle expression, inadvertent movements and aura around him made him look like a stranger he had never seen before.

Every frown and smile is extremely smooth and fluent.

Even the manager, who thought he was somewhat familiar with him, couldn't help but feel his heart agitate when he watched him stretch his body freely, or recite those lines in a low or high voice.As a manager who always pays attention to her idol, for a moment she was completely unsure whether the person standing on the stage was someone she knew.

"As expected of the person with the most acting talent in the first grade in the legend." The beautiful manager praised in a low voice, his eyes reflected the small figure on the stage, "It makes... the blood boil."

At this moment, the attention of the whole class was attracted by this person, and no one could escape the gravitational force formed by this unspeakably powerful strength. There was longing, jealousy or excitement in their eyes...everyone looked at him.

Standing on the stage, Wen Lun didn't notice these gazes, let alone the meaning of these gazes. He just immersed himself in the performance, treating himself as the person in the play, devoting himself to the performance.He didn't even remember looking down at the person he couldn't help staring at before.

In fact, after he starred in a TV series, he finally understood one thing after trying again and again - if he doesn't treat the thing he pursues with all his heart, he can't achieve the ultimate in it.

This is what the actor who amazed him said firmly after watching the performances of their small supporting roles.At that time, the whole set was quiet, some people were puzzled, some were pondering, some were angry, some were unwilling...but Wen Lun was blessed to the heart.

He understood the meaning of that sentence.In other words, many performances in the past have laid the foundation. Although he is proud of his current strength, he is vaguely aware that if his acting skills want to continue to improve, he still needs one most important thing.

Just trapped in his own experience and current situation, Wen Lun has never figured out what to do.He originally planned to think about it for a while, but he didn't expect to ask Feng Xuesong again, but he didn't expect someone here to give the answer directly.

So it suddenly became clear, and what to do suddenly became clear.

Wen Lun is very clear about his own advantages, and understands that making full use of this is the path he should take.He never expects himself to get everything, nor is he greedy. He just wants to hold on to what he already has, and he is never willing to let go.

So when that beautiful agent discussed the relevant arrangements with him, he made a request that he must use all his acting skills.

Although the manager felt a little pity, but after persuading him to no avail, he still complied with him, and most of the training he arranged was directed towards acting skills.

After participating in actual performances and continuous training, now Wen Lun is used to treating himself as a real character in the play, showing all the emotions he can display.I have to say that he still likes acting, so he can do this.With such concentration and seriousness, it is impossible to say that you don't like it.

When he made the last movement and knelt down to the ground, the whole class was silent.Then came applause.

This is probably one of the talents of an excellent actor. He can unconsciously substitute the onlookers who saw him into the drama, and even move their minds, anxiously waiting for the final curtain.

"It's not bad." Facing this student who could be regarded as his proud disciple, Feng Xuesong became stingy and gave a seemingly neutral evaluation.It's just that the uncurved corner of his mouth betrayed his true mood.

"Thank you, teacher." Wen Lun took a breath, regained his usual smiling face, glanced in someone's direction, thought of something, and then stepped off the stage.

The pink-haired boy looked very relaxed. While many people admired him, he also looked up to a genius in his heart.

As people often say, when a person is only a little better than himself, it may also make people feel jealous and resentful, and feel unconvinced and want to try to surpass.

But when a person is already at a completely different level from yours, apart from sincere admiration, there is only a touch of taking it for granted, and there is no mood to fight for victory.

It's just that Wen Lun, who was looking up at this moment, remembered the black-haired boy's still unmoved eyes, and there was a faint red light in the dark eyes.

"...Don't be impatient, it's not enough." He murmured, "If you want to be qualified to stand with that person, if you want to catch up, the current level of light..." As he spoke, his expression darkened .

Noticing his change, the agent waited cautiously, not daring to speak rashly. Seeing a person standing on the stage soon, she called softly: "Student Wen Lun, Wen Lun..."

"What?" The look at the manager's lady was so cold that one wondered if there was a quarrel between the two of them.

The agent, who was used to such a face-changing, pointed to the stage.

Wen Lun looked up with an uneasy expression, and the moment he noticed the black-haired and green-eyed boy, a certain kind of brilliance flashed across his eyes, as if changing faces, showing an expression of anticipation and happiness.

His trainee manager breathed a sigh of relief, and also looked towards the stage.

How should I put it, although the time she spent with Wen Lun was not particularly harmonious, it was not without discovery.At least she knew that to Wen Lun, the boy named Xing Dou seemed to be a special existence. She didn't see that sometimes Wen Lun would be cold-hearted towards Feng Xuesong, but in front of Xing Dou, she didn't seem to have seen Wen Lun show any overly negative expressions. expression.

As if to maintain a clean and gentle position in someone's heart.The agent lady complained secretly, she never dared to say this.

However, she was still a little curious, what was the reason that made Wen Lun, who was completely unapproachable, treat another person differently?

Maybe she will get the answer in the future, but before that, she has to work hard.

The agent, who had already learned about Wen Lun's wish, cheered herself up and pressed her record sheet again.

This lesson, which is a little different for some, goes by quickly.

As usual, Xing Dou simply packed up his things and changed his mind after waiting, and then the two rushed to the simulation training room together.

This is part of their schedule, which is adjusted according to the course every day. After the course, Xingdou needs to digest the income of the day, and the manager lady needs to help open the system and record the data for calculation.The process is tedious and repetitive, but it works.

"Xing Dou, are you really alright?" On the way, Yi Xin couldn't help but ask.She looked at Xing Dou with worry, and her steps hesitated, as if she felt uneasy if she didn't ask about this matter.

"I'm fine." Xing Dou replied affirmatively, took two steps, and seeing that the manager didn't follow, he turned his head to look.

It seemed that the manager lady didn't really believe what he said was fine, she frowned and looked at him seriously: "Xing Dou, I am your manager, even if it is temporarily, I am obliged to pay attention to everything about you and help you walk smoothly On the road of dreams. If you want to hide it from me, I really can't stop you, but please don't forget that there is still a person here who is always worried about you and wants to give you a hand."

So...he is really not good at dealing with girls, or in other words, he is not good at dealing with girls.

"...It's really nothing." The black-haired boy sighed, his deep eyes glanced at the falling leaves outside, and at the wet soil, as if looking at somewhere in nothingness.

"Do you know?" He said calmly, "This is like participating in a 20-meter race. It takes only ten or [-] seconds, and you have to do your best from the start. The wind passes through the throat and abdominal cavity, and the breath is accompanied by blood. The acceleration is rapid, and the muscles burst into strength instantly. I can’t hear the call signs and footsteps clearly, and I can only look at the target. Every second, someone is moving forward. As long as they relax a little, they will be left behind, and it will be difficult to catch up.”

"I'm just a little anxious." He tried to smile at his manager, hiding the emotion in his eyes, and said softly.

"I see, why are you still not happy when you are doing well?" Yi Xin breathed a sigh of relief, seeing that the person in front of her seemed to be all right, she patted her chest, "Don't be afraid, Xingdou is very powerful, and I will also Do your best, don't worry about things that far away now."

"En." Xing Dou responded, and said nonchalantly, "Let's go, it's almost time for the training room to open."

"it is good."

None of the two people who went away knew about some private discussions after they left.

For Xing Dou, this lesson to remind himself not to relax has a different meaning for others.

That was after Xing Dou came on stage to perform.

The blond-haired, blue-eyed boy focused his attention on watching the performance, pondered for a while, and then slowly lay down, even more depressed than Yanyan before, his earth-shatteringly beautiful face rolled on the table indifferently for a moment.

"Ah~" He sighed old-fashionedly, one after another, which made people angry.

"What's wrong with you?" Anmasi, who was annoyed, finally gave him a hand and looked at him.

"..." But the person who made the noise on purpose shut his mouth again at this moment, and fell silent.

Seeing that he didn't speak, Anmarsi, who was not disturbed, continued with his own business, and he didn't bother to care about this guy who had a lot to do.

But after a while, familiar sighs and sighs came from around again, which only made my veins stand out.

Anmasi twitched the corner of his mouth, turned around, glared at Yang Yu, and smiled: "What do you want to say? Or do you want me to help you out of the classroom and just throw it out?"

"It's just..." Yang Yu whispered something, but Anmasi didn't hear it clearly. It wasn't until he got closer that he heard what the man muttered.

"Why does it still feel so far away... I should have made some progress. Why did I feel that the distance between us has not shortened at all when I saw Xing Dou's performance this time."

I mean this.

Anmasi stood up clearly, with a calm expression: "Didn't you know it a long time ago. When he first appeared in front of us, he was at a height that was simply out of reach. He has been standing at the top position, you will improve, Of course he will. Of course it will be difficult to catch up."

He thought of the natural aura of the black-haired boy standing on the stage just now, and the scene when he participated in the variety show together, he was very calm: "People like Xingdou, compared to being far away, have more of a sense of isolation."

"What?" Several thoughts popped up in Yang Yu's mind, but he wasn't sure, he just said tentatively.

"It's not physically impossible to get close, nor is it the distance caused by the so-called strength." Xia Yuan interjected calmly, "That guy consciously kept a distance from all of us. It's been so long, you still don't understand ?” By the way, he laughed.

"Where did you get the confidence to say that, you understand." Yang Yu stared back, "You don't know Xing Dou either." He guessed what Xia Yuan meant, but at this moment he was unwilling to stand on the same side as him.

"Anyway, don't sigh indiscriminately, it's very noisy." Not wanting to further confuse the situation, Anmarsi directly joined the conversation, and announced firmly to Yang Yu, "Otherwise, you and I will have to get out of here today."

Yang Yu pursed his lips and stopped talking.Compared with Anmasi's 1.9 meters tall, a rookie like him who is just 1.8 meters must be the one who got out.

But when he looked out of the window, he was still a little frustrated: "Sometimes, I think it's good and bad that the stars are so dazzling that people can't look away. People can't get close to the burning fire, no matter how big it is." So beautiful, so breathtaking."

"..." The white-haired and dark-skinned boy was silent for a while, and said in a deep voice, "Maybe that's what he thinks. If you don't want to get hurt, don't get close. He won't give you the warmth you want, he will only give you resistance burn."

"Who says it's not." Xia Yuan said in a flat tone, "It's a pity that there are still fools who know this and go straight, don't they?"

The air fell into silence, and no one of the three spoke again.

This kind of silence seems to have become a kind of default.

At the same moment, a pink-haired idiot who had watched Xingdou's performance was in a complicated mood.

In the class just now, he hadn't had time to get the analysis of his performance from his agent, and he immediately concentrated on watching Xing Dou when he saw Xing Dou on stage.

Looking at it, he found that at some point, Xingdou grew up again.

Although he had anticipated this kind of thing and understood that it was just a normal phenomenon, he still couldn't help but feel a little worried.This kind of worry that didn't show on his face was conveyed to his manager.

"Afterwards, my training volume will be doubled."

"Huh?" The beautiful manager was stunned for a moment, hesitating, "This is not suitable, your training volume is already at the top of what can be achieved so far. If you add more, your body will feel more exhausted than your spirit, and you will soon be exhausted. I won't be able to hold it, and I will..."

She quickly stopped talking, and was defeated by those threatening eyes.

"Okay, I'll help you add a little more, but..."

"Double."

"Can……"

"Double." Repeated stubbornly.

"...Okay." In the end, the manager was defeated and had to modify the training form with a sad face.

Seeing her change, Wen Lun's expression softened, but the worry in his heart didn't decrease too much.

"If caught up..."

"Well, did you say something?" Miss Manager turned her head in doubt.

"No, you heard it wrong." The pink-haired boy's voice was cold and hard, and he forcibly came to a conclusion.

"Oh." The agent lady reluctantly stopped asking.

In addition to them, there are also people who are talking about the performance of this class.

"It's hard to understand why there is such a guy in the first grade. Have you seen the guy named Yang Yu? Let me tell you, I happened to have the same class with him several times. When he took the first class, he was completely He’s a layman, the kind who doesn’t know anything.”

"Really, it doesn't look like it, is it really that Yang Yu?!" Some people couldn't believe it.

"Of course." The previous man was decisive, "Will anyone recognize that face?"

"That's not true." Someone believed it and became curious, "But this speed of progress is too scary... A layman a few months ago, now in this class, you said there are still a few who can overwhelm him. Oh, that guy Wen Lun doesn’t count. That guy is cheating, he’s a monster at all.”

"In this way, Xia Yuan's acting skills are not bad, but Xia Yuan seems to be walking in a versatile way, so he doesn't care much about this kind of thing."

"correct."

"It seems that no one can grow faster than Yang Yu. Where did this guy come from? It's a bit too scary."

Someone thought about it and said, and many people around him agreed.

"Hmm... how about Xingdou?" Someone asked a question after pondering, "Isn't he also very powerful, why don't you take him as a comparison object?"

As soon as this remark came out, the discussion circle fell silent for a while.

"What's wrong?" The person who asked the question still didn't understand why such a conspicuous person was excluded.

"Are you new here? Or don't you go to school forums?" Someone asked deliberately.

"No, it's just that I didn't chat with everyone very much before this, and this time I'm also curious. I haven't heard much about Xingdou."

"That's no wonder." The people around showed suddenly enlightened expressions.

"So what's the matter?" The man still didn't understand why they had such strange expressions.

"Well, how should I put it?" Someone answered his question kindly, "When we talk about everyone's strength, we exclude Xing Dou by default. Don't mention him."

"Why?" Is it bullying?But there is no reason to do so, and it doesn't look like they are annoying, but more like a default attitude that has formed a rule.

"Forget it, I'll explain it to you once, you remember." Seeing him still at a loss, the explainer patiently said, "When Xingdou started school, everyone privately called him the 'devil king', you know why. Yes, it's because he is so strong The strength of crushing is so strong that no matter which class, you will never see him lose. Everyone fears him and worships him, so this name was given."

"Then it's...?"

"Now he has a new nickname." These people looked at each other and laughed, "The Uncrowned King."

"In the whole first grade, during the time when we were participating in activities in Class A, everyone who was idle and bored watched the class competition process, and at the same time playfully took out the results of the class competition and the results of the usual class for strength analysis and ranking, saying yes It’s about finding out who’s the best person here. It’s just a whim at first, but then it gets bigger and everyone gets more or less serious.”

"They put forward everyone's performance individually, supplemented information in various ways, and strived to achieve fairness in the selection. The first graders of any subject have the right to vote and choose the strongest in their hearts. This voting lasted for a long time. After a few days, everyone finally found out that at some point, the person who was once called the Demon King had already topped the list."

"Like the brilliance of the sun and the moon, those who notice him, even if they don't understand the difficulty of those movements, can understand the strength of that strength."

"The final result was what everyone expected. Xingdou became the 'uncrowned king'. Although the post was finally blocked by the administrator, there are still many people who know the result." The man sighed, "So we acquiesce that he is the most important person here. The strong, when it comes to rankings, automatically exclude him."

"So it's like this..." The person who asked the question only felt that he had gained a strange insight, "But, is it too exaggerated? We are still students, so it would be too..."

"What's the matter?" One person sneered nonchalantly, "It's because we are still students that we can say such things! Anyway, don't bother that king if you have nothing to do, he doesn't look easy to get along with."

The "king" mentioned: Ah Qiu!

"What's wrong with you? Are you feeling unwell?" The agent lady was startled, and immediately put the medical kit out of nowhere on the table, and poured another cup of hot water with a serious expression, "Anyway, let's have a cup first Hot water!"

"...I'm fine, it's just that my nose was itchy just now." Xing Dou looked at the 800ml cup of hot water helplessly, with some resistance, "Drinking hot water is not a panacea, drinking too much is not good."

"Who