One-star Idol Counterattack Plan

    Wearing a white shirt and a black vest, beautifully folded cuffs, and a neat bow tie, Mr. Rabbit, dressed like a gentleman, took out from his breast pocket a delicate silver pocket watch with a chain, fluffy The rabbit ears twitched slightly. He opened his pocket watch with a "pat" and frowned slightly: "It's too late, I'm going to be late."

    Holding down the snow-white hat with one hand, he hurriedly jumped into the dark hole and disappeared.

    Bewitched by this fantastic and beautiful scene, the girl didn't even have time to give birth to fear, she followed closely, gritted her teeth, and broke into the tree hole.

    In an instant, the world was pitch black. It is like being stuck in a labyrinth, with similar walls and dim lights making it difficult to identify the direction. The long corridors, multi-directional corners and complex furnishings confuse the memory. The girl who entered because of a moment of curiosity was terrified and had the intention of retreating.

    Who he is why he does it or that doesn't matter.

    The girl chased after her in surprise. She shouted "Mr. Rabbit", but when she reached the corner, she found that the white smear was gone again.

    Just as she fell into depression, she turned the corner and suddenly opened up.

    In the hall with the ornate dome, there is a glass table with a glass of juice and a piece of cake.

    I took a closer look, the word "drink me" was posted on the juice, and the cake exuded a tempting aroma.

    She hesitated for a while, then drank the glass of juice first. Just the moment she lowered her head and looked up again, the originally short glass table appeared above her head, and everything around her seemed to be magnified several times. Only she was like a villain who broke into the giant country, unable to return to her senses.

    "It got smaller?" The girl blinked, a little surprised, then took a bite of the cake, "Will it really get bigger this time?"

    As expected, the glass table shrunk into a mini version in an instant. The ceiling that was originally unattainable was in front of you, and you could meet her as soon as you reached out. She looked like a big doll stuffed into an unsuitable box , turned around for fear of squeezing the entire space.

    When she was hesitating what to do, Mr. Rabbit, who had disappeared before, came back. This time he was not only wearing elegant clothes, but also wore a large fan and a pair of brown gloves. While complaining that "the Duchess is going to lose his temper", he walked quickly.

    "Mr. Rabbit..." The girl said timidly, but seemed to frighten him. Seeing Mr. Rabbit pause for a while, she glanced at her with those beautiful blue eyes, turned and ran in In the darkness, only fans and gloves remain.

    She can only follow the story, shake the fan, change back to the original size, and then get smaller and smaller, and finally successfully walk into another place through the small hole behind the curtain.

    The oncoming is the blue and transparent world, the clear waves and the salty wind arrive together, the girl does not know when to step on the wooden boat and float in a small lake.

    A gray-clothed Mr. Mouse rescued her from the water, took her to a party with dodos, parrots and many other birds, and danced with them . Circle after circle, as if wandering at the dance, she lost her footsteps.

    At the moment when the party ended, the mysterious Mr. Rabbit reappeared in front of him at an unknown time. He was still anxious and walked in another direction with his pocket watch. "Mr. Rabbit, where are you going?" the girl couldn't help but asked, hurriedly chasing after him.

    This time she followed to a beautiful and exquisite small house, Mr. Rabbit was wandering around the open door, muttering: "I can't find it, what should I do?"

    "Mr. Rabbit, what's wrong with you?" Even though she guessed that he might be looking for the lost gloves and fan, the girl still stepped forward and asked.

    Mr. Rabbit with black hair and green eyes looked at her, Qing Lingling's eyes seemed to go to the bottom of people's heart, he frowned and blamed unhappily: "Marian, why are you here? I can't find the gloves and the fan, get them to me."

    She certainly wasn't Marian. The girl thought to herself, but who can refuse such a pair of eyes, such a person?

    She acquiesced to this request, lifted her skirt to the second floor, quickly found a fan and gloves, stared at the biscuits with "eat me" written on the table and sighed: "It seems that so."

    The girl ate the biscuits, and experienced the event that it grew so large that it burst through the house again, and then ate the smaller candy to return to its original shape. Mr. Rabbit watched all this happen, and only complained when the house was about to be destroyed, then opened his pocket watch and spit out the familiar words: "I'm going to be late." After that, he left again.

    She followed resignedly, through the dense jungle, and heard all kinds of flowers on the roadside singing songs, every word was arrogant, driving helpless humans. The girl walked carelessly, walked through the jungle, and encountered a hazy mist.

    With a long hookah in his mouth, Mr. Caterpillar in bloated clothes spoke to her meaningfully and pointed her in the direction. The mushrooms at hand can help her grow or shrink at will.

    "To be honest, isn't this kind of routine too much?" She complained and picked up the mushroom, just about to eat it, when Mr. Caterpillar disappeared at some point, and in a gray mist, A slightly exaggerated smile appeared.

    That is Mr. Cat, a cat with a big smile, but I have to admit that this is also a very good-looking cat. Blonde fluffy hair, blue eyes like jewels, he was wearing a dark gray sweater and black trousers, his pointy ears twitched slightly, and his tail fell to the ground. The excessive smile didn't take away this beauty, it just changed his temperament and made him look a little malicious.

    "Where are you going?" Mr. Cat circled around her, as if weighing something.

    "I came with a white rabbit, I was looking for him." The girl answered truthfully, "Do you know where he is?"

    "He..." Mr. Cat dragged his voice, "I've seen him before, but maybe someone knows where he is better than me. Across the forest, there is a three-year-old living on the right. Moon Rabbit, there's a hatmaker on the left, but we call him the Mad Hatter. It's time for a tea party, you can go and see."

    The mysterious Mr. Cat, who seems to know everything, gestured in the direction, and after she determined the goal, she leaned over and said: "You can go anywhere, as long as you keep walking, you will reach a certain local." As if foreshadowing something, warning something.

    The girl followed the Cheshire cat to the tea party. On the long white dining table, a beige rabbit was busy pouring tea, and at the top was a pink-haired man with a conspicuous top hat.

    "Huh? Look who this is, it's a rare visitor." The man under the tall hat raised his eyes, his smile seemed to be half-curved, and there was some kind of frenzy in his eyes.

    She thought she was talking to a cat, but when she turned her head, there was still a Cheshire cat. She had to meet her: "Are you talking to me?"

    "Of course." The mad hatter didn't look abnormal on the outside, but the moment he opened his mouth, he revealed the difference, "You look a little confused, in order to open up the topic, let's talk about some interesting topics, don't Nervous girl, I don't ask weird things, I want to ask, well, like...why does a crow look like a writing desk?"

    He speaks faster than expected and still reads the words clearly, but that doesn't change the fact that this is a strange problem.

    "This is a guessing game of puns." The girl was not panicking, she was confident, "The answer is Beauseit can produceafewnotes. Crows can produceafewnotes (sounds), writing desks can produceafewnotes (for taking notes), so crows Like a writing desk."

    Faced with such a standard answer, the Mad Hatter shook his head, put up an index finger in his mouth, and exclaimed loudly, "This is the most boring answer I've ever heard." The beige rabbit beside him He nodded again and again and handed her a cup of tea.

    "Then what do you say the answer is?" She was not convinced, ignored the hot cup of tea, and retorted unhappily, "What kind of answer do you want?"

    The Mad Hatter's eyes turned to the other side, and Mr. Rabbit in white stood at the entrance of the forest, fiddling with his pocket watch.

    "Ah, Mr. Rabbit!" The girl shouted in surprise, this time finally attracting the attention of the rabbit. He hesitated for a while, but walked over.

    During this interval, she heard the Mad Hatter pressing her throat and whispering: "Why is the crow like a writing desk, because it is unreasonable to like it."

    There is no logic or common sense, but it seems to hide a touch of sadness.

    "Why are you here?" White Rabbit looked troubled, "Where are my fan and gloves?"

    He must be thinking of me as that Marianne again! The girl waited for a while, and before she could explain, someone was already saving the scene.

    "She's not the one you know, this is the first time guest." The Mad Hatter's speech was the opposite of that of the White Rabbit. "What, are you tossing that tattered watch again?"

    "This is the watch given to me by the Red Queen." White Rabbit frowned, "You can't say that."

    The relationship between these two sounds a bit complicated. The girl judged this and interrupted their confrontation in real time: "I'm sorry, I originally came after you, Mr. Rabbit, but now I'm tired, please tell me how to leave."

    "Leave?" Seemingly aroused by her statement, the White Rabbit gave up the useless quarrel with the Mad Hatter, "That requires the permission of the Red Queen, you have to go to an interview with me Just do it."

    "Only half of the road here belongs to the Red Queen, and the other half belongs to the White Queen." The Mad Hatter was reluctant to truce, and added the topic, "I can take her to see the White Queen." He provoked Looking at the white rabbit, the white rabbit frowned deeper.

    "Who do you want to go with?" The two turned their heads at the same time, one black and one green eyes staring at her.

    "I..." did not expect this situation. The girl's eyes wandered between them, and finally she gritted her teeth: "I want to meet the White Queen." The Red Queen is notoriously cruel.

    And...she wanted to hear stories from the Mad Hatter, such as the two or three things that were entangled with the white rabbit.

    "Okay, since you choose so." White Rabbit nodded expressionlessly, watching the two who had reached a consensus go away.

    In the swaying trees, you can hear some girls' curious questions, from bigger and smaller cakes to tall hats.

    "...Mr. Mad Hatter, don't you actually hate white rabbits?" After asking about the mess, the girl pointed to the thing she cared about most.

    "Why do you think so?" The pink-haired Mad Hatter pressed his hair, and then asked back after a pause.

    "Because...when you talk to him, your eyes are shining." She said bluntly, "It seems very happy, but you said a lot of mean things, why is this?"

    "Is that so?" The Mad Hatter chuckled and gave a specious answer, "He's from the Red Queen, and I'm from the White Queen, so I shouldn't have a good relationship. "

    "Then you keep hiding it from him?" The girl really found it difficult to understand. "A quarrel doesn't promote feelings."

    "This topic is really unromantic." The Mad Hatter sighed and waved his cane, "If you walk across that river and don't get wet, I'll tell you the answer."

    The gurgling water is hidden in the tall weeds, and it is only when it is close that it can be seen clearly. A human face mask floats on the river, which is neither wide nor narrow, with an unpleasant strangeness in its paleness. The shimmering green light dotted it, like a scene in a dream.

    "Is it enough to walk over?" The girl knew that the mask was the road, and she had no choice but to muster up the courage and give it a try.

    Lifted her skirt, took a few steps back, accelerated her run, stabilized her center of gravity, and after a few strokes, she successfully reached the other side. It's a pity that I couldn't catch the corner of the clothes for a moment, and it was still wet.

    "You lost." The Mad Hatter smiled, "Okay, we should go see Your Majesty."

    The girl who failed to achieve her goal was a little disappointed, but the scene in front of her soon subverted her imagination.

      The place that cannot be stained is so clean that it makes people panic.

    And in this layer of white surrounded, a white figure came. The man was wearing a retro-style skirt with fine and delicate lace edging at the corners of the skirt, the intricate ribbons and embroidery complemented each other, and the glittering gems were hidden in it, one could see his noble status at a glance.

    The man in white gloves, white crown, and white dress stood in front of her.

    "Puchi, cough, I didn't mean to." After she couldn't help laughing, the girl tried her best to defend herself, but she didn't dare to look at that person, for fear that she would fail again.

    Hey, who would have thought that the White Queen, who is all white, has chocolate-colored skin.

    No matter how majestic those golden eyes are, they cannot hide the complexion of the person in front of them.

    Anmus maintained her posture, glanced at the guests who couldn't hold back their laughter and Wen Lun, whose expression changed slightly, and thought of Xia Yuan who played the domineering Red Queen next door. Sadness is not the same.

    He just wants to hit people.