One-star idol counterattack plan

... Sure enough, something went wrong with Xiang Ming, and he started talking nonsense.

Xing Dou was only surprised at his declaration for a moment at first, but soon understood that it should be a threat of exasperation, meaning to make him lose his head.Teenagers of this age always like to describe things that can be summed up in a few words as if they are very important and powerful, maybe it is also a so-called desire to tell?

"If you can do it, let's try it." The black-haired and green-eyed boy was not afraid, and shot back at him with his chin raised.

At a time like this, he would be at a disadvantage if he was timid and retreated because of this. Of course, he couldn't do that.

"I hope you can still be so tough by then."

Regarding this, Xiang Ming glanced back, snorted softly, stopped staying here, and left on his own.The person who stayed behind didn't care, and went back after completing today's training.

These vignettes will not affect the next day's game, like the video that has not yet been discovered.

At the same place and time, Xing Dou entered the training room and saw Xiang Ming who was using AI to adjust audio and other equipment.No need to say hello, just look away with one look, the two parties are well aware of each other's purpose and attitude for coming here.

There should only be one winner.

"I'll come first today." Seeing that the AI ​​setting was completed, Xing Dou spoke first.

Yesterday it was Xiang Ming who took the stage first, so it was his turn today.The order of performances on the stage will often affect the performance and the mood of the game. If their games adopt a rotation system, it must be fairer.

Xiang Ming was noncommittal, watching his opponent stand on the stage, and turned on the equipment.

The crisp sound of the piano is like ripples on the surface of the water, and the falling rain ripples out in circles.The bright rhythm is like rising white stairs, jumping layer by layer.

In the seemingly cheerful music, the slightly sad lyrics were sung gently.

In fact, Xingdou is not very good at dealing with some songs that contain too delicate emotions, maybe because of too little experience, maybe because he can't understand, maybe because he hasn't practiced enough.

In short, when he sings, he can grasp the tune and find the right beat, but he often cannot fully enter the emotion of the song and express the proper feeling.You may even accidentally project your emotions into it.

Just like this moment.

This was supposed to be a softly spoken song about love, expressing heart and passion, and implying longing and sadness.

But under Xing Dou's singing, it seems to have completely changed.

With a clean and clear voice, he spit out words and sentences gently, without the surging and fierce love, and there is no thirst that seems to be bursting through the chest.The song sounded like the long wind blowing the leaves, the river flowing through the dark night, everything was quiet and mysterious, and no one could fathom it.

Only in some slightly low-pitched syllables, some uncontrollable and uncontrollable longing leaked out.

Like a dead seed that was pressed under the heavy earth tens of thousands of years ago, it passed day after day without vitality, and the moment when a crack was quietly pushed open on a certain day, revealing the moment of fresh life.

"It's almost like a phoenix, reborn in the midst of destruction, and in the midst of nothing--secret love." Jing Liu, a well-known non-talented songwriter, commented afterward.

Xiang Ming easily found that the emotion that Xing Dou sang did not match the emotion of the song itself. There is no doubt that this is not conducive to the competition, nor is it a shortcut to victory.

Different from the dance in the first game, the dance is more expressive, and it is up to each interpretation to interpret it, as long as it can be justified.

This time they are comparing their singing skills, the goal is to understand the meaning of the song itself and fully express it.A song that doesn't exactly match the genre is not a complete song.Maybe masters have the ability to adapt these songs on the spot and take them to a higher level, but in terms of their strength as idol reserve players, this cannot be done.

So we should avoid that method and try our best to restore the original style and tune.

There is no way to win if you understand that you cannot express it, and if you understand that the expression is wrong.

Even so... Xiang Ming thought of this, paused, and fixed his eyes on the man on the stage.

He couldn't deny that Xing Dou sang very well.

He wasn't sure if it was the memory deviation caused by the light and shadow or the sense of presence. After a long time, when he thought of this scene, he didn't quite remember how Xing Dou sang, nor did he remember Xing Dou's expression when he sang. He only remembered that time - the singing was extremely gentle.

It will be more difficult to win this game.

Before Xing Dou sang, he knew it in his heart. He practiced for half the night and knew exactly what he could perform.He couldn't control his emotions so freely, and he couldn't sing every sentence appropriately, just like Xiang Ming who was standing on the stage at the moment.

The near-perfect control of breath, the pouring out of emotions freely, and the singing voice of sadness but not sadness, the gap between the two of them is highlighted in this link.

High judgment.

Some of Xiang Ming's information is no longer a secret on the forum.Born in an acting family, he has undergone strict professional training since he was a child, and he has to complete tasks that are difficult for children of the same age to complete every day. He hardly had much time to play and rest in his childhood, and he was strictly required by his family for a long time.

It sounds cruel, but after Xiang Ming survived successfully, what he got in return was a more solid and stable basic skill than anyone else, Yue Jinqianfan's keen eyesight and understanding, and the adaptability to recover quickly even if he was depressed for a while.He is an embryo that has been pre-polished and tempered many times. It only needs a little bit of firepower to roast out the impurities, and it can become an unrivaled sharp blade.

It's not the same type as Xing Dou, who became a monk halfway through.

"Sure enough, if you want to defeat a creature like a brave man, it will take a lot more effort than a demon king."

Xing Dou sighed softly in his heart, and after Xiang Ming stepped down, he clapped his hands symbolically twice, in exchange for Xiang Ming's surprised gaze.

He didn't explain much, just said: "Then the second round is over, where will the third round be compared? Now we can't play tricks anymore, Xiang Ming."

Xiang Ming secretly guessed whether Xing Dou was applauding and mocking him, then turned on the screen solemnly, and handed it to Xing Dou: "Go here."

What the virtual screen projects is a park near the commercial street some distance from the college. The location is good, the infrastructure is beautifully built, there are many garden fountains, swings, recliners, etc., and many people go there on holidays.

"For a performance that can really move people, it is the audience who can make this judgment and choice." The blue-haired young man's eyes were burning, "Let's compare and see, who can get more attention? I don't want to lose face in the public, now It’s not too late to ask for forgiveness.”

"I should be the one to say that." Xing Dou raised the corners of his lips, deliberately provocative, "If you lose, don't cry, Wang Jiang."

"...That's what you said." Xiang Ming gritted his teeth.

For a moment he wondered if Xing Dou knew about his embarrassment, but he quickly vetoed it. After all, he was the only one at that time, and it was impossible for another guy to know about it.So he judged it was just a mistake, but even so, being reminded once was annoying enough.

This time it's true, there will be no more losses!

Gotta give this guy a good look!

There was a lot of gunpowder between the two people who were fighting against each other, but what they didn't notice was that after uploading the second video of the two people's competition on the Internet, a little unexpected change happened.

"Where did this monster come from? There are such people in our first grade?" Someone in the first grade group who was originally just complaining about the teacher and some coursework, sighed in an exaggerated tone, and attached two video links .

Many idle people clicked in, wanting to see what they were talking about.

A few minutes later, the group that was still discussing a certain teacher was suddenly occupied by a group of exclamation parties.

"??? What kind of world is this? I'm still struggling with my studies. Some people can't wait to ascend to God? I just want to say, show your face if you have the ability! What are you doing with an AI composite appearance? I promise not to come I'm looking for you, and I don't do anything, really."

"When did humans evolve? Why didn't you take me with you! Boss, why didn't you say hello before you evolved?"

"I'm convinced, these two are really from our college? If it weren't for the first-year uniform, I really think it might be impersonated by other grades."

The sudden compliments and exclamations stunned the other people who had spied on the screen and made complaints about it. They didn't understand which play this was singing.It wasn't until someone asked about it that they discovered that these people were all the people who clicked into the two videos a few minutes ago.

Curiosity and desire to explore prompted another group of people to find the link and click in.

A few minutes passed, and the familiar scene played out again, with unbelievable praise and secret jealousy, complex emotions hidden in the words.Like dominoes being overturned, the video of the two first graders competing in a certain classroom was seen by many people before they knew it.

Not only the first grade, but even the senior grades have heard of it.

"Huh? This person is..." Bu Yinian, who was bored during the filming, propped his chin with one hand, looked at the black-haired boy whose face was blurred on the screen, and smiled. , I hope he is still so energetic."

And soon there were people in the first grade who were not satisfied with this, they didn't want to just look at these two fake faces, and wanted to use their own skills to find these two guys in the competition.

They were gearing up: "There are such characters hidden here, wouldn't it be too boring not to find them out!"

As for what to do after finding it, the high-spirited boy hasn't figured it out yet.In short, at the moment, the mood to find them dominates.Driven by interest and enthusiasm, soon someone analyzed which classroom in the college was in the background, and at which time the filming took place.

"Fortunately, these two people didn't do much processing. They probably thought that no one would pay attention." The person who analyzed it was proud, "However, it is easier to check this kind of thing than ordinary photos. Here, this is the location of the classroom and their competition." The time, if you read correctly, they should have another one, according to the time, it is likely to be tomorrow!"

The parser announced the location and time, and also marked it out for a simple navigation.

"Thank you for the technical support! So, I have the opportunity to watch the live version!" Someone immediately cheered.

"I have classes all afternoon that day, who can give me a live broadcast!" Someone was sad.

"Isn't it better not to disturb them? We shouldn't get involved in their games, right?" Someone tried to stop, "They probably don't want to reveal their identities."

"Let's just look at it from a distance. We won't disturb you at close range, and it doesn't count as revealing our identities. It's true that we are all classmates. Why bother to cover up each other?" Some people didn't care.

"...What a bunch of fools." Yang Yu, who accidentally clicked into the post, glanced at the discussion, muttered something, and clicked on the two videos to satisfy his curiosity.

The moment the light screen unfolded, the blond-haired, blue-eyed boy widened his eyes in astonishment.

That figure!That move!That feeling!

"Isn't this Xingdou!" Yang Yu whispered, and quickly clicked on another singing post, and after listening to a few sentences, he made up his mind.

It was indeed the man he knew.

only……

"Why is Xing Dou there, and even competed with others..." Yang Yu frowned and thought, "What happened? But even if something happened, Xing Dou would not want me to disturb him." Speaking of the second half, He slumped his shoulders.

"But I really want to watch the live version, but Xingdou will be unhappy if he finds out... Wait, just don't let him find out!" Yang Yu suddenly sat up, his tone became excited, as if he had a flash of inspiration. "As long as I don't get caught, I can go to the Xing Dou game, and then leave quietly as if nothing happened. This way Xing Dou won't be angry, and I also get a chance, maybe I can take photos and videos, as long as I am disguised, I will be fine." Question - just perfect!"

Some people with a similar mentality to Yang Yu made the same plan—to meet him secretly, and out of an ulterior motive, they didn't tell others about it.

So after a day of classes that seemed longer than usual, Yang Yu hurried to the locker room and changed into camouflage clothes with optical simulations.The civilian version of this kind of clothing will only interfere with human vision, but it will still be captured by machine cameras, and it will lose its effect once it is touched, so it cannot be used as an illegal prop. Most people buy it as a key item for tricks.

The only downside may be that, in order to completely avoid the eyes, so as not to be discovered, this dress is of the type that covers the head and body. From the eyes of the machine, it looks like a quilt wrapped in black and green stripes. There is no beauty.

Wearing such clumsy clothes, Yang Yu approached the classroom lightly, and was a little surprised to find that the classroom door was not closed properly.

Someone may have used it this afternoon.He thought so, looked around, found a good place where he could see the stage performance and hide himself, and immediately moved over.

However, when he just walked to the corner and stepped forward, his feet were actually soft.

"Oh!" There was another low cry of pain.

While the halo was shaking, a human figure slowly appeared at Yang Yu's feet from blurred to clear.The man was wearing similar black and green striped clothes, had a face familiar to Yang Yu, with a few strands of pink hair hanging from his forehead, and was staring at him with the same figure.

"...Why are you here!" Yang Yu couldn't hold back the sudden rising anger, and asked in an unhappy tone, "What do you want to do!"

Probably because the two of them were dressed in a funny way at the moment, Yang Yu subconsciously divided the person in front of him into almost the same situation as himself, and didn't want to say it directly.

"That's what I want to say!" Wen Lun didn't want to be outdone, "What do you want to do when you dress like this? Don't tell me you just want to do performance art! Your bad intentions have already been written on your clothes." !"

"I'll return this to you as it is!" Yang Yu couldn't bear it and pointed at the things beside Wen Lun, "Did you pretend that I didn't see those special connectors for photography!"

"This is my art. Do you understand art?"

"What kind of art do you want to wear such clothes to shoot? About the possibility of being found and beaten to death? Let me help you!"

"Don't pretend to be an upright gentleman. Your clothes are completely exposed. You don't want to take pictures of Xingdou today! Only I can take pictures!"

"you……"

While the two were arguing, footsteps could be heard outside the door, but no one was seen in the distance.

As if they knew each other, Yang Yu and Wen Lun stopped their voices at the same time, looked at each other to reach a consensus, and turned their heads away in disgust.

The two who kept silent and distanced themselves regained their invisibility, and silently listened to the footsteps coming here one after another in the hidden corner. Listening carefully, it seemed that there were also two people.

Unlike them who acted alone, the people who came this time seemed to have bumped into them on the road, and they were discussing in a low voice at this moment.

"Will this place be too conspicuous, over there?"

"That side is facing the window, and the optical simulation is easy to fail, no. It seems to be possible here."...

The voice that was also familiar to Yang Yu slowly approached, Yang Yu stretched out his hand expressionlessly, and grabbed something out of thin air.

"Hey! Something grabbed my leg!" The man's subconscious kick was dodged, and his tone was still surprised and flustered, and he looked at the blue eyes below.

"I have one here too! This..." The voice of the other person was also flustered, making the sound of beating and chasing away, and then suddenly became hoarse.

"..."

"..."

The two people looked at each other silently, lingering on each other's clothes, everything was silent.

"Actually I am..."

Xia Yuan adjusted his glasses, trying to explain something, but saw Yang Yu cast meaningful eyes.

That's saying - stop explaining, I get it.

He even pointed them to the side very intimately: "There is still room over there, be careful." Wen Lun next to him only gave him a look at the beginning, and then started tinkering with his equipment enthusiastically.

A group of them were standing or sitting, all wearing loose quilt-like clothes, with strange expressions, looking suspicious from a distance, they looked suspiciously like people waiting to be captured just released from a certain hospital.

Xia Yuan fell silent, feeling the embarrassment of the equally quiet Anmasi, and it was rare for him not to use his tongue, and obediently sat in the designated corner.

Anmasi looked at his expression of seeing through the void under the lens, and patted him on the shoulder sympathetically: "Don't worry, sometimes the means don't matter. Even if you are discovered by me first, and then caught by Yang Yu and the others, it only means that you It's not your fault that the clothes don't work that well."

"..." Xia Yuan gave him an elbow expressionlessly.

However this is not the end.

Suspicious footsteps appeared one after another, the latecomers who were frightened as if they were going back in time and the firstcomers who deliberately frightened, reached a consensus under awkward smiles... In the end, most of the A-A people came.

There are also more than a dozen people from other classes who have been found by following the clues.Every corner of the rather large classroom was packed with people.

There is no way, as long as I have seen Xing Dou a few times, no one will forget him and admit him wrongly.

That was a man who shone in the crowd.

After the group of people reached a consensus not to interfere with each other, they waited with great anticipation for the upcoming game.

From the very beginning, their purpose was to watch the game with their own eyes, as well as the two players in the game.

Backfired.

From the day when the sun was fading, until dusk, and finally the night fell, none of the two people who had planned to come showed up.

The waiting people also unknowingly decided that they had found the wrong place this time, and wandered away.

The rest of the people were still waiting unwillingly, including Wen Lun Yang Yu and the others who had made preparations earlier.

This useless waiting until someone exclaimed: "Sure enough!! Their new game video has been uploaded! It's not here at all, it's another place! Waiting for nothing!"

Others heard the words and opened the group chat, and the conspicuous link kept flashing.

Click in and see, in the sun-filled park, next to the snow-white fountain, a black-haired boy hangs his eyes, his delicate chin presses the piano pad, his shoulders and arms are strong, and the violin flies brightly, like a bird fluttering in the wind bird.

On the opposite side, the young man with blue hair focused his eyes, and his bony hands jumped on the cello, playing a quiet tune, like the vast hum of a soaring whale.

Surrounded by curious and yearning crowds, the children held their breath, feeling the moment surrounded by music, and the scene was harmonious.

It's just that this scene stunned some people who had waited for a long time in vain.

"Ahhh, I didn't believe it if I knew it earlier, I went to the forum to find it myself, why did I miss it!"

"Really, what a waste of time."

"What, it's not here at all!"

Unwilling whispers sounded one after another.

Yang Yu was fascinated by the person on the screen - he had never known Xing Dou's expression when he was too close to the crowd.

As if a little shy and a little happy, the corners of his mouth couldn't help but raise, and the voice he made was different, as if it was more...

"Bang!" The sound of tables and chairs being pushed down interrupted their thoughts. The people who were still complaining were silent. After realizing who did it, they only dared to secretly look at the instigator.

The pink-haired boy lowered his head, clenched his fists, stood by the table, squatted down for a long time, and packed up the things he brought. The rustling sound was particularly touching in the quiet space.

When he raised his head after picking up the good things, as if nothing had happened, he calmly wore a fake smile: "Huh? What are you looking at me for? I'm going back. There's nothing I want here. There's no point in staying."

After all, he didn't want to pay attention to other people's opinions at all. He quickened his pace and quickly disappeared outside the classroom.

Only then did other people discuss in low voices, mostly dissatisfaction and sarcasm.

But Yang Yu seemed to be able to understand this weird guy's thoughts, probably Xia Yuan and An Masi also noticed some, their eyes didn't seem to be reproaching, and their expressions watching the video at the moment were also dim.

The expectant boy sighed softly, stroked his chest, felt the usual heartbeat, and confirmed that the soreness at that moment was real.

Maybe it’s also called—jealousy.