One-star Idol Counterattack Plan

    After half the time, all the movements are familiar, but there are still mistakes and confusions, and I can slowly pick out the annoying parts when I have a meal, and throw them all away. Looking back at this moment, it is only a little quick.

    In the last three days, the movements that have been strictly corrected can be made smoothly with closed eyes. Even without music, the rhythm flows naturally in my mind. Singing tunes even reverberate in dreams. At this point, looking at the three-day countdown, it was inevitable that I would feel my heart skip a beat.

    The noise is getting less and less every day. During the rest time, the sweat spilled on the floor of the training room was illuminated by the sunlight, like transparent rough stones. The boys in training suits, panting deeply, didn't even bother to joke with each other, and spent short afternoons in silence.

    "Can we really win?" Finally, someone broke the silence.

    No one answered for a long time, and under the air of calm, some people's eyes gradually became heavy.

    In the voice reminding the training to continue, everyone stood up in silence and slowly stood in the middle of the stage.

    "It's too late to talk about winning or losing. We have no other way to go and no turning back."

    Someone seemed to say so softly, as cold as ice.

    The doubt that grows in this pain will disappear one day.

    On the day that the third grade of the idol department returned to school, the first and second grade class A challenged the third year class A again, and proposed that if they lose, they are willing to accept the corresponding punishment. Conversely, winning requires third graders to complete their requirements.

    This is tantamount to an egg hitting a stone. It is not the most surprising thing. What is even more surprising is that the triple-A students who did not need to pay attention to them actually accepted this challenge easily .

    The reason, many people in the school have guessed, but the actual situation, only those who were present at the time understand.

    The reason why the third graders agreed, in addition to the teacher's dealing with it, there is another reason that sounds incredible.

    "Okay, just treat it as a gift to the students." The leader of Class 3A - Qiu Zizhuo smiled gently, not at all disgusted by the behavior of coming to the door to challenge , "After all, because of our work and activities, we have been seldom in contact with the juniors and failed to fulfill the responsibilities of the seniors."

    "Also, so, as a senior, I really want to help you." Someone around him echoed, "It won't take too much time for things like competitions. You can choose the content and venue of the competition. But only today, at most tomorrow morning. We made a special trip back. We have to rush back when we are done."

    This remark attracted the echoes of the other third graders. Several people laughed and talked about their recent itinerary, mixed with a few complaints about the partner, and almost no one showed seriousness and attention.

    For them, who have already decided to debut, the small fights in school are not enough to discuss this in detail.

    That may not be arrogance, but it is more annoying than any arrogant behavior.

    From beginning to end, the third graders treat them like ignorant children, tolerant and gentle, polite and alienated. Of course, they are not regarded as qualified opponents.

    Silent anger was planted in the hearts of the teenagers.

    "Xingdou, I seem to understand what you mean."

    On the way to the competition venue, Yang Yu walked beside Xingdou, Noisy would be low, frowned, and pressed his chest: "I really want to win now. At least let those Senior, see what we look like."

    Xingdou paused for a while, and swept away.

    The rest of the people's expressions are not very good-looking, even in the face of their second grade.

    "Hmm." Rarely, he responded, looking at the senior who was talking and laughing ahead, and quickened his pace.

    There are three competitions agreed with AAA students. In order to save time, the comparison is based on the three basic abilities of idols - singing, dancing and acting. Two wins in three games, simple and easy to understand,

    Because it was an intra-school competition, and there is no stage suitable for release recently, Xingdou and the others are going to play it in the school. The auditorium is the venue for the competition. But this plan was directly rejected by their class guide.

    "In the school, your odds are not comparable to theirs. This is their main battlefield, not a place where you who have only been here for half a year can overcome." Gong Guangxi said mercilessly, "If you still want to win, go to a wider stage."

    "If you want a venue, we can help." Feng Xuesong also said, "It's just that you understand the requirements of the school, it can't be a place that is too grand."

    Ouyu opposes students who have not debuted to stand on a powerful stage that does not belong to them prematurely, believing that doing so will encourage undeserved vanity and make them too ambitious and low-minded.

    In the end, the venue turned into a rented idle stage to gain audiences by selling live tickets while opening the live broadcast.

    The online and offline audience, together with the specially invited teachers with professional knowledge, constitute the basis of this victory.

    No more requests were made in the third grade except that they were completed in one day. However, in order to conduct the competition in an dignified manner, and in order not to be accused of taking advantage of others to win in the future, the first and second grades insisted that the third grade choose two competition contents.

    Exclude the venues that have already been determined, and the remaining competition content and overall competition order are determined by them.

    Never stop, everyone who participated in the Bisse this time quickly rushed to the big stage of the loan.

    Because it is mainly online, there are not many audience seats on this stage. Compared with the venue where they went to see the play "Salome", it is much more shabby and can only accommodate 1,000 people. many people.

    The venue is well equipped and has everything you need. The size of the stage is also suitable, and at the same time, people can stand in the first and second grades without being crowded. The overall tone adapts to different styles to play.

    From this point of view, if these are arranged in a short period of time, it is already a qualified competition venue.

    So they didn't complain, they filed into the backstage to prepare for the game.

    "No, it's fine." Xing Dou didn't explain much, shook his head, and went straight to the original direction.

    No one saw his dark eyes when he turned his back.

    Wen Lun consciously followed behind without asking. He knew that Xing Dou had some secrets, but he had no intention of exploring them. No matter what the secret is, the person he reads and thinks has not changed, so there is no need to get to the bottom of it. He knows what he wants.

    Al also took care of the stage setup and logistics as the entertainers were in place.

    The technology of this era is enough to set up a big stage in a short period of time, and it can also make clothes of special materials that can adapt to the occasion. So the corresponding stage costumes and props are not a problem.

    The information collected by the agents about the seniors made them have expectations for the first game at the moment.

    The pre-determined order of competition is song, show, dance.

    The third grade decides to sing and dance, and the first and second grade decides the repertoire of acting.

    The goddess of luck seems to love them today, and the song chosen by the third grade is one of the songs they have practiced for a long time.

    "Even so, you only have the qualifications to enter." Gong Guangxi commented coldly, "If you want to win, give me your best!"

    "Teacher Gong, you are too caring." Bu Yinian was not as apprehensive about Gong Guangxi as the first grade, and he smiled back and said, "Look, the people here are like Do you want to lose?"

    Gong Guangxi swept over the students according to her words, feeling very interesting, she couldn't help but raised her eyebrows and smiled: "This time you are right, it seems that I am talking too much."

    The pair of different eyes were filled with similar emotions, and the immature face also had some firm outlines.

    "Then, don't let these good intentions go wrong." He turned around and waved his hand without looking back, "Let's have a bihan worthy of this month's hard work. Show it to everyone!"

    The last non-competitors left, and silence returned to the preparation room.

    This is a foolish act of a newborn calf who is not afraid of tigers, and it is also a battle for new life to seek revenge for past failures.

     "Ding dong" sounded to signal that the opponent was ready.

    "The time is up, the boys who are about to start the first game, are you ready to make a big fuss?" If you leave, there is still time."

    "Why don't you demonstrate it first?" Xia Yuan held up his glasses, not giving the senior much face.

    "Who will cry!"

    "You just quit!"

    Amid the deliberate noise, the team composed of the first and second grades relaxed a little, and set off with a complicated mood when the sound of the match alert came.

    In terms of personal strength, probably no one can completely win the third grade without major shortcomings, so they can only work hard in team battles.

    The promotion mechanism of Occasional Parenting determines that the higher the grade, the smaller the number. There may be twenty students in a class in the first grade, eight to eleven students in the second grade, and even fewer in the third grade, three to five students.

    Three A, the class standing at the top of the whole school, has the largest number of people who can survive, a total of five people.

    But it was only these five people, who easily beat them to the point of being unable to fight back at the school festival, so embarrassed that they couldn't even speak.

    The third grade doesn't care about them, which means they don't care how they compare, how they send candidates, and how they choose tactics, because from the beginning, they are not on the same level.

    Contempt, there are loopholes. Vulnerabilities are opportunities.

    This is the only key that Star Dou can hold.

    It is not that the more people there are, the greater the superposition of strength will be. This is not a simple addition and subtraction problem where one plus one equals two, but requires multiplication.

    They didn't put everyone on the field, and in each of the three games, the "right" team will be formed.

    These people not only have to complement each other in timbre, but also not have too much difference in level, even the sense of rhythm should be unified, and the emotional expression should be in place, so as to maximize their own advantages.

    Learning from each other's strengths to make up for one's weaknesses, there is a possibility of winning.

    The so-called battle should be prepared for everything that can be tried.

    Xingdou won the qualification for three games with strength, and at this moment, he followed the six people from the same team to the backstage to wait.

    As challengers, they have to perform first.

    "What are you looking at?" Xia Yuan followed Xing Dou's line of sight, "Audience? There is no advance notice today, so it's not bad to be able to come here."

    "..." Xingdou didn't answer, he looked away and stood in the team, as if he didn't want to be disturbed.

    Xia Yuan, who was making fun of himself, snorted unhappily and ran behind him with a stern face.

    "If it hadn't been like this when arranging the positions, I wouldn't have..." What was still in his mouth.

    It all happens in unnoticed corners.

    Not long after, the curtain of the stage came down, and the courageous challenger stood on the stage.

    I don't know if the seniors are mocking, or encouraging, this time the song is called.

    —Don Quixote.

    The lost who pursues the dream of nothingness.