One-star idol counterattack plan

Different from the slightly serious atmosphere on Xingdou's side at the moment, the A students who were left in the competition field were full of unspeakable solemnity.

Yang Yu buried himself between his arms, not wanting his ugly and depressed face to be seen by others, so hard that his fingertips turned white.Anmasi stood with his back to the others, his face was tense, and his whole body felt a sense of oppression that the bowstring was stretched to the extreme.

Xia Yuan sat at the back, took off his glasses, took a paper handkerchief, and wiped it tirelessly over and over again, his drooping hair covered his expression.Wen Lun looked at the door expressionlessly, as if he was looking at someone who had gone away and never looked back, the red in his dark eyes became more and more intense.

Even people who play around all day can't say a word of laughter at this time.

It's not that they haven't experienced failure, and it's not that they can't afford to lose, but for them, this is the first time they have felt such a strong sense of frustration since entering the academy.

Unlike the previous games with other classes, the gap between winning and losing at that time would not be very large. It seemed that as long as they worked harder, they could be on the arm of victory and turn defeat into victory.

This time, it was as if someone slapped him from a high cloud and fell heavily into the dust. His body was covered in mud and he was in such a mess that he could only look up at the opponent who was scornful above his head.What's even more ironic is that the person who made them clearly understand the gap in strength didn't even need to say anything, and didn't need to deliberately explain it in words, and he could easily make them understand-the so-called difference between cloud and mud.

It is almost impossible to resist the situation.Even if they choose what they are best at, they still haven't earned half a point for themselves.

If this is the reality, Yang Yu feels that he can understand why Xing Dou resolutely chose the second grade.Facing insignificant youngsters like them, those people could crush them to death without any effort at all. If it wasn't for Xing Dou's reasons, maybe they wouldn't even have a second chance.

Logically, even if it was a mistake, they accepted Xingdou's love.Maybe he shouldn't be reprimanded too much for switching sides.But Yang Yu just couldn't help feeling sad, as if someone stuffed him with a lemon in his heart, and while he couldn't help the sour water, he also felt a burning pain from a slight wound that came into contact with the sour water.

He didn't want to eat anything lemony after that, it was so disgusting.he thought.

Anmasi stood still for a while, restraining his mood, knowing that it is useless to think about extra things at this time, and it might even hurt everyone.He closed his eyes and opened them again. On the surface, he regained his usual calm appearance. He took two steps in three steps and came to Xia Yuan who was still cleaning his glasses.

"Xia Yuan, the match in seven days... what do you think?" Anmasi thought that since Xia Yuan specially set the time for the next match to be seven days later, instead of a month or more to prepare for them, plus the previous If they were arranged, he felt that Xia Yuan knew something.

Those who heard the conversation between the two also tried their best to suppress their emotions and pricked up their ears.

"I heard before that the seniors will only stay at the school for a while, and they have other things to do." Xia Yuan stopped, put on his glasses, and said in a steady tone, "It is impossible to keep entangled with us forever , I guess the longest time they can give us is about seven days. In fact, I also took a gamble. If this time does not work, I will consider reducing it. Fortunately, they gave seven days. "

He glanced at the people in the classroom, his light purple eyes didn't seem to see anyone in, empty and helpless: "But it's only seven days."

"For these seven days, we can only save ourselves. What else can we do?" Xia Yuan, who had always been holding the wisdom pearl, gave a helpless answer.

Anmasi understood that what he said was right. Apart from the extra time, everything was not much different from the original one. If they want to rely on themselves to improve their strength in just seven days, and then beat the experienced second grader in one fell swoop, it is simply a dream .

The current situation is just that the death penalty has been changed to a suspended death sentence, and he will soon be sent to the execution ground.

He couldn't say anything to refute, the dark golden eyes were hidden under the shadow of his hair, a little dull like inorganic matter, not as bright and bright as before.

The faces of the others were also not good. There seemed to be gloomy dark clouds in the classroom, layer by layer, bringing everyone's hearts into the wind and rain of unwillingness and helplessness, and they were constantly beaten by various emotions.

"That does not work."

Surprisingly, the first one to speak was Wen Lun who lowered his sense of existence earlier.

"What do you want to say?" Anmasi glanced coldly.

He knew that this guy sneaked up to the enemy during the game, as if he was going to join the enemy, but because this guy always only played superficial in front of Xing Dou, he didn't have that good relationship with other people, so he didn't bother to care about it.At this moment, apart from being a little surprised at Wen Lun's first speech, he was only wary of "this kid won't say anything about joining the enemy's camp."

"It's meaningless for only one or two people to win. We have to win most of the victories." Wen Lun didn't care about Anmasi and Xia Yuan's slight repulsion, and rarely had a serious expression, and seriously expressed his thoughts Exit, "If you don't do it, you can't do it. It's not a victory."

"What do you mean?" Someone couldn't hold back.

"Don't understand?" Wen Lun raised his eyebrows and explained again, "If we can't win most of the victories, we will be losers. If we become losers, Xingdou will not come back."

In a sense, Yang Yu, whose brain circuit was connected to Wen Luneng, instantly understood what he meant.

The reason why Xing Dou chose the second grade was not only because the strength of the second grade was stronger, but also he had always shown that he only valued the strong, and it seemed that the too weak guy could not leave a mark in his heart.

Yang Yu, who had some contact with Xing Dou, knew very well that Xing Dou never looked at things behind him, he only looked at higher places.

If they lose this game again, they will be labeled as losers by Star Dou, and they will never be willing to come back to them again.

With Xingdou's ability and the help of the seniors, maybe he really won't come back in the future, and he will become a complete opposite party, and the intersections will gradually decrease.

"It doesn't matter if the traitor doesn't come back!" Someone also understood what Wen Lun wanted to express, and said angrily with red eyes, "He has given up on his own initiative, so why should we work hard for him to come back?"

"That is to say, it is obvious that he himself does not want to be with us, so why do we have to get together to help him?"

"That guy doesn't regard us as his fellow students at all, and does such a thing, do you still want to come back?!"

"Wen Lun, can you stop acting out of personal feelings? It's not worth it for a traitor."

As if some magic box that had been hidden since learning of Xingdou's betrayal was opened, everyone criticized and cursed the person who was no longer in this place with righteous indignation, as if they wanted to vent all their depression along with the excitement of the crowd go out.

Anmarsi and Xia Yuan watched the others chattering, one turned cold and the other sneered, and just when they were about to say something, they were taken a step ahead.

"So you mean, you want to lose this game by yourself, and then obediently withdraw from the idol department?" Yang Yu raised his head from his arms, looked at the emotional students, couldn't help frowning, and asked sharply.

"..." Thinking of the strength of the second-year students, they fell silent.After a while, some people were dissatisfied: "Even if we win, it has nothing to do with that betrayer. Could it be possible to invite him back?"

"It doesn't matter at all? So, this chance to come back this time is all earned by me?" Xia Yuan raised his glasses and looked over sharply, "It has nothing to do with a certain person's behavior. Yeah?"

The person he was staring at was a little scared, but he still straightened his chest: "It's just a coincidence, what is he, how could the seniors extend the time because of him, the class teacher must have helped."

This guess is actually Xia Yuan's secret thought, but he couldn't agree with this point of view at this time, he just put on a mocking smile: "What evidence do you have? The second grader said it was because of Xingdou, and you said it was because of the class teacher. What about the evidence? If you can’t provide any evidence, are you going to use nothing to set people up?”

"You!" Of course that person would not have any evidence, but he did not panic, and began to attack Xia Yuan's position, "You are just playing sideways now, and you will cover Xing Dou like this, but you two got closer in the previous match , It’s just a good relationship! If other people here do this, you won’t say such things at all.”

"So what?" Xia Yuan didn't refute at all, "Could it be that I want to favor you? With your strength, can you really be seen by second graders?"

The person who was said to be the most concerned thing, the man finally became angry, rolled up his sleeves and wanted to come over to "communicate".

Xia Yuan didn't even bother to dodge, stood there and raised his chin, so arrogant.

Of course the others would not just sit idly by, a few pulled the man to persuade him to fight, and a few stood in front of Xia Yuan to block them, and advised Xia Yuan to stop talking.

"Calm down!" The loud voice overwhelmed the noisy debate, and the iron gong was vibrated in the air.

The menacing tall boy had a sullen face, his knife-like eyes cut across the two parties involved in the dispute, and said sternly: "If you want to quarrel like this and lose, you might as well quit the idol department now!"

Suppressed by that aura, the arrogance of the two sides of persuading and fighting were extinguished, and they were visibly persuaded by the naked eye.

Everyone was silent and listened to what Anmasi had to say.

Anmasi, who was watched by many eyes, pressed his temple with a headache, and then suppressed his anger: "I know that everyone feels uncomfortable after losing, and they are all angry, and they all want to find something to vent. But this is useless. It is useless to quarrel over meaning, where you fall, if you don’t stand up again, you will not forget the pain of falling.”

"Wen Lun is right. We must achieve a real victory this time. Not only to bring the betrayer back so that he knows the fate of the betrayal, but also for ourselves."

The white-haired and black-skinned boy stretched out his hand and hammered his chest hard, his eyes seemed to be burning brightly, and he said loudly: "If we can't win a victory that can cover up this unyielding victory, this pain will not go away! We Must win, not a victory of one or two people, but an absolute and unquestionable victory!"

After speaking, the audience was silent.

It took a long time for someone to sniff, someone could not help but wipe the corners of their eyes, and someone clenched their fists.

The hot-blooded teenagers were willing to put aside those entanglements and arguments for the time being, their eyes were red, and their nasal voices were for the same goal. They responded in unison: "We must win! We must win!"

"...It seems that there is no need for you to appear." Outside the classroom, Gong Guangxi smiled and turned his head to Feng Xuesong who came over specially.

Feng Xuesong unhurriedly loosened his cuffs, and said in a flat tone, "They are not such fragile children."

Who are you lying to, who volunteered to give some ideological education to the students and then rushed here.

Gong Guangxi, who was teasing his colleagues from the bottom of his heart, did not change his smile on his face: "That's right, it seems that our teaching is pretty good."

Feng Xuesong had nothing to say about his behavior of putting gold on his face, and changed the subject: "So if you come, it means that the preparations are complete?"

"Of course." Gong Guangxi snapped his fingers handsomely, and showed a happy expression to the students in the classroom, "Isn't that what is said in the story? After the braves fail, not only will they rekindle their courage, but they will also gain With the help of the elders, to obtain the so-called 'Golden Finger'?"

He smiled slyly: "As an elder and teacher, am I here to give thick gold fingers to my dear students? Right? Both of you."

At the last sentence, his eyes turned to the corridor on the other side.

Under the large shadows, the young man with silver hair and curly hair lazily leaned against the pillars in the corridor, yawned, his clear blue eyes glowed, the dark circles under his eyes were slightly heavy, and the tone of his answer also revealed a sense of burnout: " Yes, yes, Senior Gong, you really know how to call people."

The person opposite him has red hair flamboyantly and enthusiastically dressed in fashionable clothes. He stands carelessly in a well-lit place, blinking his cat-like eyes, holding a mirror and thinking about his beautiful face: "Is this makeup too light?" , should I change to a heavier color?"

Hearing Gong Guangxi's words, this person waved his hand casually: "Don't worry, Senior Gong, it's absolutely fine to leave it to me. I'm very good at teaching people!" Shallow, is it necessary to re-shape it?

"...Although I don't want to comment on your way of looking at people, are you sure you're okay this time?" Feng Xuesong held his forehead with a bit of a headache after looking at the two, and seemed to have begun to worry about the students in advance up.

"It's not the first time that you and I have disagreements." Gong Guangxi's attitude was calm, shrugging, "It's true that I didn't choose these two people, but whoever said that the others are either in trouble or have been robbed by other classes. Let’s go, it’s our luck that they can come.”

"Don't worry, it looks unreliable because they have such personalities." He patted his colleague on the shoulder, "But if you want to teach, these two are experienced."

"Since what you said." Feng Xuesong could only choose to believe it.

And in the classroom separated by a wall, the students who didn't know what gift the head teacher would give them had regrouped and discussed how to train.