One-star idol counterattack plan

It's a draw.

No wins, no losses.It is the ambiguous and fuzzy boundary between winning and losing, like the temperature between hot water and ice water, which can never go up or down.

Staring at the result reflected on the screen, Xing Dou had mixed feelings for a while.

Of course, it is impossible to hope to lose, and he is not so magnanimous to use his future to make others happy.

But he didn't win, that is to say, his level is still far from enough.At least he couldn't easily beat Wen Lun, and maybe someone else.Occasionally, Xing Dou couldn't help being depressed for a moment, just like once a little swelled flame ignited in his heart, it would be immediately extinguished by the facts.

The world always told him his own insignificance and personal frailty in a way that was not gentle at all.

In such a situation of winning or losing, if you comfort yourself with the reason of "this is a system setting, the plot requires it", and say that a draw is inevitable, in order not to let the five-star Wen Lun be eliminated, in order to continue the role of the main character It would be too embarrassing and despise the opponent too much.

Xing Dou didn't want to tell himself that, and he didn't want to completely blame the plot or setting for not winning.

At least what he felt during the game was that his opponent did not relax at all, tried his best, tried his best, and took the game between them seriously to get such a result.

Even if Xing Dou cannot deny the role of talent, he would not say such arrogant words that this is a gift from heaven.That kind of expressive power is definitely not something that can be summed up by just the word talent.

It is precisely because he understands the importance of talent and what talent represents that he has a better understanding of what to do beyond talent.

Motivation, passion, love, persistence... or whatever, but that is sometimes collectively referred to as - sincerity.

Face yourself sincerely, see what you want and what you need, and work hard for it, and persevere.

It sounds simple, but the simpler things are, the harder they are to do, and this has always been the case.

"It was a very good game and I look forward to playing again next time."

Under everyone's suspicion, anxiety, or ridicule, the black-haired boy did not show any resentment or dissatisfaction. He turned his head to look at his opponent who was competing on the same stage. Formulated praise is already an extremely rare word.

After all, regardless of the person who suddenly stayed in place, he nodded slightly as a greeting, and stepped down on his own.

From the attitude towards acting, Wen Lun is indeed a respectable opponent.Xingdou is willing to give respect to those who are willing to give respect to the game and opponents.

He also had a small, inhuman consolation.

Compared with the involuntary acting with the rhythm when he just started school, now that he can successfully master most of the repertoire, has he improved a little?

Let’s take it that way today.

"You don't look like a draw person at all." Bu Yinian propped his chin with his hand, stared at the junior sitting next to him, and raised his eyebrows, "Your attitude now is not the same as your desperate training in training Don’t you feel unsatisfied if you agree with it?”

Xing Dou was about to click on the virtual screen to send the game video to Yi Xin, paused, and looked at him sideways: "Do I look calm?"

"It seems that my acting skills have indeed improved." Before Bu Yinian could answer, he seemed to have already got the answer. He left this sentence and ignored the senior's suddenly excited eyes and chattering about what to ask. words.

The communication between the two was also seen by others.

"Xing Dou doesn't seem to be very shocked." Yang Yu blinked, and his blue eyes overflowed with doubts, "Could it be that I remembered wrongly, so far, Xing Dou doesn't seem to have drawn with anyone, nor has he lost to anyone? Why? I'm not surprised, and it's not even as emotional as when I was on stage."

"Indeed, compared to the imagined scene, he was so calm as if nothing had happened." Anmasi nodded in agreement, frowning and thinking, "Or did he expect it? But this is very strange, how do ordinary people respond? A draw is the premise."

"It's better not to think too much about it." Xia Yuan interrupted abruptly, "Xing Dou has far more secrets than we know. The more we look at him, the more we realize that we don't understand him. What we can do now is just Observe silently, wait for the opportunity, and get the final answer."

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"What are you looking at me for?" Xia Yuan, who boasted that he was never afraid of others' opinions, was a little bit overwhelmed by the sudden staring eyes of these two people. He adjusted his glasses to hide his embarrassment, and said uncomfortably.

"It's nothing, it's just..." Anmasi hesitated to speak.

"It's just that you can actually speak some human words." Yang Yu interjected, not forgetting to ridicule Xia Yuan's accumulated "good manners" in the past.

"Although what I want to say is not this, but this is roughly what I mean." Anmasi echoed.

Xia Yuan tried his best to recall the education he had received since he was a child and his family reputation and personal evaluation, so he didn't really roll his eyes inelegantly in front of these two guys who couldn't speak properly.

However, the attitude still needs to be expressed.

"It's more likable for you to shut up." He snorted coldly, turned his head to look at the stage, and ignored people.

After the first fierce and exciting competition, the current performances do not seem to have the oppression and tension of chasing each other and fighting each other.

Objectively speaking, from a majority of the performances, some gaps can be clearly seen.Compared with before, their movements are crisper, their performances are clearer, their rhythms are more accurately controlled, and their performances are more stable.

This is the result of continuous training day and night with a tight breath in everyone's chest during this period of time.

Even if you can't win against the seniors in the third grade, and you can't win against Xingdou, you still have to perform everything about yourself.At the very least, it must be proved that they are not wastes who deserve to be abandoned, they are not slackers who have made little progress and never stop, they are qualified to enter this academy, and they are also idol reserves!

The passion and tenacity of young people bloomed in a particularly bright way on the stage.

Or a wonderful drama, or a handsome and cool dance, or a song with beating musical notes, or playing with fingertips flickering... There are all kinds of tricks, thousands of different, but the eyes are the same hot, the same desperate .

Nervous, excited, apprehensive, excited, fearful, worried...Stand on the stage, perform for the audience who are not optimistic about yourself, perform for yourself standing here, perform for the dream you want to say, and perform for tomorrow and the future , like a martyr, like a pilgrim.

Frantic and calm.

Opposite them is the state of third graders.If the first graders are like a blazing flame, trying to ignite everything including themselves, then the third graders are thick and pale islands sinking under a huge iceberg, calm and cold, and the performance is easy and the rhythm is not tight Not slow, everything is under control, nothing can be shaken, and there is not too much surprise or sigh.

Flames against icebergs, either go out or melt, only one side can win.

There are many flames that are frightened by icebergs and cannot burn again. It is not so easy to face fear and frustration, and what is even worse is the courage to face powerful enemies.Once you want to back down, there is no chance of winning.

Surprisingly, there are quite a few fireworks that have survived the destruction of the iceberg.

"Huh? Is it a tie again?" Yang Yu frowned and looked at the conclusion on the screen, then glanced at the relieved classmates and the indifferent third grader on the other side, and muttered, "Except for Xingdou, there were also There is also a draw, and logically speaking, the probability of a draw is lower than that of a win, why are there so many of them suddenly?"

"If there is any possibility, a draw will be easier to get than an ordinary victory..."

"Could it be what I thought?" He felt a little headache for a moment, couldn't help glancing at the black-haired boy sitting far away on the other side, and swallowed, "Xingdou knew it from the beginning?"

"What are you talking about?" Anmasi noticed his unusualness.

"It's nothing, it's just a conjecture, maybe I'm too whimsical." Yang Yu twitched his lips, ignored Xia Yuan's usual sarcasm, and looked towards the stage.

The incident didn't stop when one person might discover Xin Mi, the stage was full of people, and one game after another continued.

As the results of the single player competition gradually revealed, the guess in Yang Yu's heart became more and more certain.

And when he got on the stage and compared the drama he had been practicing recently with his third-year seniors, when he saw the big "draw" on the screen, his emotions reached their peak.

"As expected, the academy really... makes the best use of everything." The blond-haired, blue-eyed boy understood, and went down the stage in a daze. No one else could avoid the fluke of being eliminated, only slightly moved.

Not only Yang Yu, but also people who are sensitive to the situation soon discovered this anomaly.

"That's not right, why are there so many draws? Maybe it's true that you can't win, but it's strange to draw so many times." An Masi said to Yang Yu and Xia Yuan with a frown, wiping his sweat.He had just finished the game, and after the dance that was too exhausting, he saw another "draw" while he was panting. He vaguely remembered the previous result and immediately felt strange, but he didn't startle the snake, only talking about it with his close friends.

"Oh, what else could be the reason." Xia Yuan almost thought about the cause and effect, pursed his lips and sneered, "The college will explain it."

"You mean..." After understanding the meaning, Anmasi suppressed the swaying in his heart, and looked at Yang Yu, "You think so too?"

"Ah."

Others could more or less notice that the originally anxious and nervous expressions had become weird, and the eyes of the third-year students were also frequent. By the way, a certain first-year "traitor" was also looked at several times.

The third grader, who was being watched frequently, didn't react too much, what to do or what to do, and even teased Xingdou: "Oh, look at the eyes of your classmates, it seems to be accusing us of kidnapping you, obviously you Throw in a snare."

"They just want to explain, and now this result is not in line with common sense." Xing Dou said in a calm tone.

"Soon." Looking at the last group of the game, the third grader replied.

The final match between the two was over, the lights and the stage were dimmed, as if it was back to the beginning, only the expression of one of them changed.

The originally hostile and angry party became fearful and suspicious, and even a little helpless.

Facing such stares, Bu Yinian stepped out carelessly, and casually glanced at the juniors, a bit foolishly: "Look at what we are doing? It has been agreed that we will not give you another chance. Those five who lost , I'm sorry, you have to leave the idol department."

Anmasi raised his hand to stop the restless crowd, with a stern expression: "We are not planning to break the contract. There is just one thing I want you to explain. Did you do this on purpose? For what? Or is it that you only have this level? , can only be tied with most of us?"

I don't know if it's because I've been with Xia Yuan for a long time, but when he said sarcastic words, it was as natural as talking about daily food and drink.

"Are you looking down on us, or looking up on you?" Bu Yinian didn't care about this level of provocation, with a half-smile, "We still want to have a good chat with you, don't make us angry now, you I don't want to know the consequences."

Seeing that the unobtrusive junior was quiet, he said slowly: "You are right, the draw was deliberately made by us. For us who have stood on this stage countless times, what points are scored and where are not? The scoring is easy to see, and it is not difficult to control the outcome of the game."

"Why did you do this?" It was Xia Yuan who spoke again.

"Well. I think it's better to leave it to your teacher to explain." Bu Yinian looked back and spread his hands, "The instigator of all this is not us. To be honest, we are still coolies enslaved by the same group of people. But you should also be aware, the child's play here is all for real, and if you lose, you lose, so don't cry because of it."

Following his gaze, the blond young man stood openly at the door, saw the students looking at him, and even greeted him.

"Hi, everyone looks healthy."

Feng Xuesong, who was standing next to Gong Guangxi, turned his face silently, refusing to feel the questioning eyes of the students at the same time.

"Don't worry, you can't eat hot tofu in a hurry. Now that the competition is over, the corresponding truth will come." Gong Guangxi walked into the classroom slowly, stood on the podium, looked at the eager students below, and said with a smile.

"Hey, where do we start?" He seemed to be distressed for a moment, and then immediately decided, "Then let's talk about the result."

"—To put it simply, this competition is the baptism of the school's first-year practice."

In the silent expression below, Gong Guangxi smiled: "I said it at the beginning of school, this is not a place where you can easily play games with classmates and feel the beauty of youth, but a battlefield where you fight and fight to the death."

"Guys who can't adapt here, guys who are afraid, guys who have no talent, guys who have stagnated - all are defective products that the academy does not need. This competition is to screen out these unqualified people , that's all."