One-star idol counterattack plan

Xingdou still decided to look at the courses he was interested in first, and then if he couldn't make a choice, he would get some help from Gong Guangxi.

The first is an advanced acting class.

The idols who come out of the Idol Nurturing Academy often have an example of being an idol when they were young, and then switching to an actor when the age is not suitable.

The acting class is a way to prepare for this kind of time, so there are many students who come to the class every year.

But Xing Dou actually knows that the acting class has lost its role for him now.

As a character in the game, he will never change with the time of the outside world, or in other words, it is impossible for them to appear in the plot other than idols.

After countless springs and autumns in a higher dimension, there may be countless people who grow and change, only they are eternal.

In any case, they will remain in the memory of others as eternal youth, eternal idols.

Xing Dou came to the acting class mainly to exercise his ability to control expressions.When there is a breakdown in a large-scale concert, when a personal performance sings the wrong melody, when you accidentally make a fool of yourself on a variety show, and there are many unexpected situations, acting skills are needed to cover up the past.

In the dream, he seemed to have also taken acting classes, but that was just a fleeting memory.Not to mention how much he can recall, he has no professional training, and he can't suddenly increase his level like inheriting the experience points in the game.

He just got a memory, but he didn't get the ability in that memory, and everything had to start from scratch.

If he suddenly becomes too powerful, Xing Dou may suspect that he is still in a dream, that he has the powerful golden finger like the protagonist, but it is like stepping on a cloud, which is very illusory, and there is a worry that he will fall into the sky at any time.

Walking towards his goal step by step in a down-to-earth manner made Xing Dou feel more at ease.

There are three teachers who teach acting classes every week, they take turns to teach, and the homework assigned is also submitted separately.

The teacher Xingdou met this time was not Feng Xuesong, but a senior who also had a great reputation in the industry. He had acted in plays for more than 30 years since he was a teenager. He was experienced in various roles, and the lectures were very interesting. , who is also a personable gentleman type.

Probably because he understood the nature of the first two weeks, this senior tried his best to explain the course in a simple and easy-to-understand way, so that the students who are newcomers can understand it.

Coincidentally, Yang Yu also appeared in class, and was sitting at the back to the right. It was obvious that he didn't want to be seen by the teacher.But his appearance, which surpassed his surroundings by a large margin, made him stand out so much that it was hard not to notice it.

Xing Dou felt that he had nothing to communicate with him, so he resolutely sat in the front seat, a little far away from him, and prepared to listen to the class carefully, ignoring this guy who was being paid attention to by others.

After listening to this class carefully, he felt that he had benefited a lot, and without hesitation, he arranged the acting class in the class schedule.

The only strange thing is that throughout the class, there seemed to be subtle resentful eyes lingering on him from behind, but when he turned around, he saw nothing, only the innocent expression on the back table.

So Xing Dou felt that it should be an illusion and didn't pay much attention to it.

After this class, he followed the navigation, went back to the dormitory to pick up his violin, and then went straight to the violin classroom.

Xing Dou learned the violin for six years, but that was a long time ago. After entering the growth period, his hobbies changed. He no longer focused on the violin, but tried more things.As time went by, he naturally reduced the time to practice the violin.

From eight hours a day to half an hour a day, it happened in just one month.

Finally, with the intensification of studies, the violin has become a symbol and commemoration of the past, and it is placed in the violin case all the year round without seeing the light of day.

This time, Xingdou just wants to try to pick up his past hobbies, improve his understanding of music theory, and get a way to relax by the way.

But it turns out that after slack for so long, when I pick up the strings again, I can never be as proficient as before.

Standing in front of the music score, the young man with black hair and green eyes placed the piano stand on his left shoulder, tilted his head slightly, lowered his eyelashes, and moved the strings lightly, as if he would be able to emit a beautiful melody in the next second.

"Crack~" unexpectedly turned into an unpleasant noise like cutting wood.

There was faint laughter at the beginners around, accompanied by curious and probing eyes, and even the teacher cast a concerned look, obviously saying: Do you need help?

Xing Dou put down the piano expressionlessly, quickly pulled up the hood to cover his red ears, and gritted his teeth——in this case, he must try it!

A boy who is very stubborn in a certain way adds the violin to the curriculum.

For the rest of the courses, Xing Dou has not decided yet.

He patiently went through courses such as lyric composition, jazz dance, ballet, rap, etc. He always felt that he was in a dispensable mood, which wasn't really annoying, but he didn't have much interest.

In order to change his mood from the anxiety of choosing a course as soon as possible, Xingdou decided to go out and change the strings.

The reason why it made such a strange sound last time must be that the strings are aging, it must be!

The face-saving young man insisted on giving an explanation that he could accept.

The Idol Cultivation Academy itself is located in the prosperous circle of the city. After leaving the academy, it is easy to find various shopping malls and shops.

What Xingdou is going to this time is a classic repair shop, the workmanship is very good and the price is reasonable.But the former store manager didn't like too noisy environment or places with too many people, so he opened in a relatively remote place.

The current store manager is a relative of the previous one. Following the custom, he has not moved to a better place, and is still in a sparsely populated alley.

Fortunately, this era is not limited to space. This store can take orders from the Internet and conduct offline transactions to maintain its own business.

Xing Dou got off the suspension car, and while following the navigation given by the route, he felt that it was really hard to understand the stubborn craftsman.

Anyway, in this era, there can still be places where the navigation circles to the point of dizziness, and it is too remote.

How much do you want to be disturbed...

Just as he was hesitating at a fork in the road, a strange sound rustled from the direction on the left, as if he was throwing a heavy object, "bang bang".

"...Silly...!" But if you listen carefully, it seems to be a human voice, and the tone is quite bad.

Then came the sound of shattering glass and screaming.

Xing Dou frowned, thought of something, looked up, and found that this is indeed an unmonitored area.

In the last era, some people insisted on the privacy of private houses and private spaces, so they rejected the monitoring provided by the government and the convenient transportation, and lived in some special areas in isolation.

This place seems to be left over from the previous era, no wonder the route is so difficult to walk.

Such a place is indeed an excellent resting place for those who don't want to be disturbed, but at the same time it has become a gray area for some people to do things that trample on the edge of illegality.

It was the first time for Xing Dou to encounter such a thing, even though he had seen similar news reports before, he never thought that he would bump into the scene once.

According to the content of the Citizenship Code, the police should be called in time at this moment, and then wait for rescue and help.

Can……

He glanced at the winding alleyway behind him, then remembered the rescue station some distance away, clicked on the virtual screen, and sighed.

……

Wen Lun lowered his head, crossed his hands and tried to shield his face from scratching his cheeks.

However, he couldn't protect those softer places in this way, and his stomach, legs, and waist got kicked a few times, and the severe pain spread instantly.

This kind of pain that most people would definitely scream, but he didn't seem to feel it, and kept silent.

Seeing him like this, the people in front of him became even more arrogant and cursed loudly: "You little bastard, don't think that you can be equal to us if you are taken in. Let me tell you, you are a piece of trash born by a fool. Trash heap life!"

The other two laughed wildly in disdain, punching and kicking harder.

The person who was indifferent no matter how many times he was scolded before, used all his strength to avoid the attack on his body, snatched the glass bottle from the corner of the wall, shattered it into sharp pieces, and stabbed the leader straight.

In those two-way indifferent eyes, a mad killing intent flashed.

Frightened by this look and his sudden action, the leader failed to dodge in time, but he was not stabbed to the point, but left a long mark on his arm, which soon oozes blood.

"Ahh!" The person who hadn't suffered any injuries screamed, and immediately glared at him viciously, "You, you trash, how dare you hurt me!"

Needless to say, the two friends who were used to this kind of thing quickly snatched the things from Wen Lun's hands, and then directly pinned him in a corner and beat him up.

The person who remembered to protect his face didn't seem to care at all now, spat out blood from his mouth, and looked at his nominal brother with murderous eyes: "You don't deserve to talk about her!"

After speaking, he was punched again, his face shrunk into a ball in pain.

Wen Lun panted, listening to those three scumbags rant: "He's just an orphan with better luck, he really thinks of himself as something!"

"If it wasn't for the kindness of brother Chu's family, do you think you can live till now?"

"If I can give you something to eat, I should kneel down and thank you!"

He didn't bother arguing with these guys at all. It is true that this person's previous generation was kind to his mother and gave them shelter and clothes for their mother and child who were helpless at that time.

But they are not ungrateful people. These years, they are like servants who are always on call.

But let these people get used to their posture, not only called him wantonly after his mother died, but even punched and kicked him with some completely unfounded things.

If it weren't for the place he dreamed of going to require a clean household registration...

If he hadn't reached the age yet, the household registration would be forced to hang under the family's name...

Wen Lun's eyes sharpened suddenly, and the shards of glass that he sneaked into his hand seemed to be burning hot, and he couldn't wait to stab something.

He has endured for so long, and he cannot afford to fall short here.

But if you don't do anything, how can you be worthy of your mother?

The dirty boy lowered his head, the struggle and malice in his heart surged back and forth, until he heard the words - "Every time this kid is beaten, he protects his face. He must be trying to seduce others like his shameless mother." , let's help him draw flowers, don't worry anymore hahahaha!"

The beast trapped in his heart finally broke through the cage, roaring hoarsely, driving him to get up slowly.

Wen Lun knew very well that this time he might really lose everything.

What you want, you have to change your face to get it.

After all, no one would ever redeem a man like him—a man who was about to kill his brother.

With his head down, as if he had been "taught" many times in the past, he brushed past them and prepared to leave.

The impatient "brother" violently tore up his clothes, and uttered abusive words: "Didn't you hear what we just said? Do you still want to just leave like nothing happened? You..."

This is the opportunity.

The eyes hidden by the long hair are fixed on the neck that is close at hand, and the glass piece hidden in the hand is hidden in the sleeve, and the cold and extreme killing intent is slowly revealed.

As long as the knife is cut down, this unsightly guy will never be able to say these ugly words again.

He can no longer continue to pursue his dream.

Just one knife...

Wen Lun's eyes gradually became dull, and he raised his hand casually, brushing the neck of the person in front of him inadvertently.

A frightening cold light appeared on his fingertips.

In this way, everything is...

"Routine inspection! What are you doing?!" The sudden low voice from the alley made "brother" startled.

Turning around, he saw a patrolman in uniform.

If he caught him doing something, he would definitely go to jail and eat, and it would increase his criminal record and affect his future.

Although they didn't understand why the patrol officers who rarely appeared would appear at this time, the panic of being discovered after making a mistake still made the three of them confused for a while.

"No, it's nothing, we just watched the excitement, this person just fell down by himself." One of them made up a reason casually and showed a flattering smile.

"Really?" the patrolman asked suspiciously, "but I don't think he has such a simple injury?"

"It's nothing. It's just that the distance is a bit far away. You misread it. Why don't you take a closer look?" "Brother" said so while winking at Wen Lun.

This means to hold him back.

Wen Lun remained silent, listening to the approaching footsteps, he didn't want to do anything.

The best timing was lost, and now he's tired.

"It seems to be injured by a fall..." The patrolman looked at him and muttered.

"Right, right. That's it, we should be fine, can we leave?"

"Hmm." The patrolman seemed to be unable to find a reason, and nodded in agreement.

As soon as the words fell, the three of them ran away without looking back, for fear of being caught again.

In fact, Wen Lun knew that it was impossible for the patrol officers to say anything to force them to stay. The patrol officers in the neighborhood had already been told that they should be dealt with leniently because someone in this family had connections with the higher authorities.

So in many cases, even if you ask for help, you will not get good results, and you will be told that there is no evidence, and then let it go.

Those three people can run now, but it is just that if they deal with it with intentional injury this time, it will be difficult to fool them.

What a boring and disgusting world.

He didn't bother to make an expression, so he relaxed and lay loosely on the ground, waiting for the patrolman's routine questioning to end.

It's nothing more than some hypocritical what happened, what's going on...

"I said you, doesn't it hurt?" Unexpectedly, when the man spoke again, his voice was much clearer and clearer, not the deep feeling at the beginning.

Feeling so young... Are you new here?

As soon as Wen Lun raised his eyes, he met a pair of bright green eyes.

Mr. Patrol slightly lifted the hat that half-covered his face, showing a puzzled and puzzled expression, lingering on him.

"You..." This was clearly a boy about his age.

"Ah, it's a secret." The black-haired and green-eyed boy put his fingers to his mouth and smiled briefly at him, "The clothes are also borrowed temporarily. Fortunately, there is a uniform shop nearby."

"You... came here specially to save me?" Wen Lun said with a hoarse voice, it was the first time he felt such a strange emotion, a little sour and a little joyful.

"No." He blinked and denied decisively, "I'm just a COSPLAY fan who happened to pass by."

Why deny it?

If you clearly admit it, you can ask for something and get something from him.

Wen Lun felt that he couldn't understand, but he couldn't take his eyes off this man at all.

"I called the ambulance for you, and you can wait for it when you leave the alley." The man straightened his hat and put on his toes, as if he was about to leave, "That's it, goodbye."

From the beginning to the end, he never mentioned his name, nor did he mean to ask his name, as if he really did it at will, and he didn't ask for anything.

Just like when he appeared, this strange guy disappeared after leaving his sight.

Wen Lun stood up silently, and walked slowly to the entrance of the alley. Sure enough, he did not wait long before an ambulance arrived.

The robotic nurse lifted him swiftly onto the stretcher, but his mind wasn't there.

He still misses those beautiful eyes, that unexpected person.

After living for so long, it was the first time he wanted someone.

He wants to see him.

Want to know about that person.

What kind of mood is this?