One-star Idol Counterattack Plan

    After that day, Star Dou did a little research.

    As shown on the card, Xiang Ming is a person with almost no flaws.

    No matter what, his performance is good enough, and his basic skills are almost perfect. Even now that there are not so many people to cultivate, Xiang Ming's numerical value can easily overwhelm a four-star, and Yang Yu's poor foundation is even more incomparable.

     Judging from the current value of Xingdou, from a comprehensive point of view, it is not as good as him.

    So, how does he beat a guy who can be said to be perfect?

    It is of course possible to use some crooked ways, such as things other than the skills that idols need to have, cooking, planting, weaving...even he can deliberately make trouble, make the playing field dangerous, interrupt the There are as many bad ideas as you can think of, given the clear game process.

    After all, the scope of the competition was not set at the beginning, and the specific content was decided by Xingdou, so it was not difficult to come up with any way to cheat.

    You can…

    "That's not good." Xing Dou looked at the messy information and sighed.

    He understands that this is a shortcut, and to defeat such a powerful enemy, it is no exaggeration to use some tricks.

    In fact, he is not very good at cooking, just such a non-positive way of defeating him makes him unacceptable.

    Use those sidekicks, even if you win, it won't prove anything. As an idol, the most valuable thing is your own ability. Xiang Ming, who also understands this, will not be convinced if he loses in that way.

    Xing Dou knows that what he wants to do is not a villain who steals and plays tricks, but a fearful and trembling villain.

    "But...it's not impossible." The black-haired boy carefully looked at the information belonging to Xiang Ming for a long time, and his fingers crossed the balanced numbers in turn, and an idea came to his heart.

    Two days later, Xiang Ming came to the competition location - a certain shooting classroom.

    The shooting classroom is a place for students to make dance videos or performance videos. There is AI that can shoot according to the settings for lens tracking. After shooting, there is also a post-production function. After the production is completed, it can be transmitted to Virtual terminal for students. Many teaching videos are also done here.

    Xing Dou raised his eyebrows when he saw Xiang Ming with a cold face: "Xiang Ming is quite on time."

    "Heh, didn't you come here earlier?" Xiang Ming looked around the classroom and caught a glimpse of the two sets of clothes on the side. He knew it.

    "You're a bit daring, you didn't propose to try something inexplicable, and you didn't deliberately set up a place with many traps to frame it." The azure-haired youth slowly walked to the two pieces. In front of the clothes, "but this courage won't change anything, it will only make you lose more ugly."

    "You already know what to do?" Xing Dou tilted his head as he watched him choose the white dress.

    "I was able to compete here, and I specially took out two sets of similar clothes..." Xiang Ming spat out the answer without hesitation, "You want to fight against me in black and white."

    Black and white struggle is a characteristic competition mode in the idol training academy, which refers to the selection of two parties of the same dance song to compete in singing and dancing at the same time.

    The two parties need to change into completely different colors, and do the movements in the opposite direction of the other party, like facing a mirror to complete the dance music. So it is also called "mirror dance".

    After completion, AI will post the video of the two singing and dancing to the school's internal website, and the teachers and students of the whole school will conduct a fair and impartial vote.

    The team with the most votes wins.

    "Bingo!" Xing Dou was not surprised that he could guess, walked over, picked up the rest of the black clothes, "So eager to choose clothes, Xiang Ming should not be afraid?"

    "I'm really worried, I need to share a room with you guy." After Xiang Ming answered coldly, he pulled down the screen and put his clothes on, and stood at the shooting position , a look that doesn't want to say more.

    Xingdou understood that it was pointless to say anything at this time. After changing his clothes, he stood in another position and started the shooting AI.

    "Then three two one, Start!"

    After the AI ​​sentencing, the dynamic dance music and action bet on the huge virtual screen on the wall.

    Black and white protests generally only require one song, but not just the same set of actions.

    On the contrary, in order to achieve the purpose of the test, different kinds of dance movements will be randomly projected on the screen, sometimes it is an intense and fast dance, sometimes it is a soothing and soft dance, and the two people who compete These actions need to be done in the right direction and in a consistent rhythm.

    If you fail to connect the movements smoothly, it also proves that the basic skills are insufficient and the practice is not in place.

    A video viewer can easily spot these issues.

    But this kind of problem doesn't seem to happen to Xiang Ming.

    He sings freely to the rhythm, every step is stuck in the most appropriate rhythm, every movement is just right, and there is no excess.

    If Xia Yuan’s dance before was like a finely controlled machine, then Xiang Ming was like a system that runs smoothly, with an amazingly high degree of completion, and at the same time flexible and flexible, never going wrong, and Extremely efficient.

    Perhaps Xia Yuan is not as solid as Xiang Ming in terms of precision.

    Only after a thousand or ten thousand times of tempering, will there be such a clean flow without thinking.

    It's no wonder that the three people were indignant before, and no one would forget the confidence and strength that seemed to carry a certain light.

    Xingdou caught a glimpse of Xiang Mingshi in the gap when he turned around, and was so emotional.

    But he didn't know that Xiang Ming, who was indifferent at the moment, also made waves in his heart.

    Before this, he really regarded this strange guy as a useless mosquito, chattering and annoying. So he didn't even ask the person's name, and he didn't even bother to find out about this person.

    After all, in Xiang Ming's view, a person who can make such a shameless provocation will never be favored by God and acquire excellent abilities, let alone compete with him in such competition. flat.

    Such a smooth and handy action is definitely not something a mediocre person can do.

    The black clothes did not hide the dazzling eyes of this man at all, but made him seem to be covered in night, with a mysterious and graceful beauty all over his body.

    Xiang Ming felt that he seemed to need to revise his values, and sometimes God would not open his eyes and give some people who would completely waste their talents the strength that they should not have.

    What a shame.

    He thought of this for a moment, but he didn't dare to think about it. It's a pity that he can never see this person again, or it's a pity for this talent.

    Both of them are people who are not afraid of such a variety of dances. They are on the left and right, like two sides of a mirror, dancing precisely and neatly.

    The short four minutes ends with the slow fading of the song.

    The moment AI announced "end", both of them gasped slightly, sweat oozing from their foreheads and back.

    Even if you have a lot of training, such intense dance is connected, and at the same time you have to use the abdominal cavity to sing, it is really a big burden on the body.

    After the end of the Star Dou, he returned to his normal state first. He looked at the person who was more physically exhausted than him, but still adjusted his breathing, and sneered: "The famous Xiang Ming is just a Is that so?"

    The dark golden eyes glared over, but they lost two points of anger, just dissatisfied: "Before you say this, think about how you have done."

    The black-haired boy's face turned cold, and he changed his clothes on his own.

    Although it was expected, from an all-round level, Xingdou may not be as good as him. When some of the movements in the last part are connected, he is not as smooth as Xiang Ming, and the pitch of his singing is not accurate.

     But Xingdou didn't think he would lose.

    After changing his clothes, he sat under the big screen and waited.

    Xiang Ming also sat on the other side, watching the posted video, quietly waiting for the result.

    In order to win quickly, the voting time is generally limited to one hour. In black and white, the votes are clearly placed under the video.

    Interested students and teachers can choose to vote, and those who are not interested will not affect the final result.

    In the first ten minutes, the playback volume increased slowly.

    The votes were also scattered, and the two of them each had a few votes, and the votes were quickly tied.

    Xingdou's expressionless face is not surprising. Xiang Ming also knew that it was normal to not see the difference at first, and he was also not nervous.

    At 30 minutes, the playback volume of the video has increased significantly. The number of votes between the two of you chased me, and they were even for a moment, and then the white side represented by Xiang Ming jumped up a bit, surpassing the black side.

    "The winner is divided." Xiang Ming said coldly, "You lose."

    The difference in strength between them can almost be seen in the middle and late stages. This guy is indeed doing fairly well, but he still can’t compare to him. Those small differences and differences are the key to victory.

    The black-haired boy didn't lift his head, and looked at his virtual screen intently, as if he was watching the teaching: "The time has not yet come, and it is not good to be too arbitrary. Or say, Do you want to admit defeat directly?"

    Xiang Ming didn't want to continue this boring competition, but he didn't want to appear to be defeated without a fight, so he suppressed his anger and waited for a while.

    "I hope you keep your promise and don't appear in front of me again. If you dare to say those unintelligible things again, the next time you are waiting, I'm afraid it won't be me." That is Cold and threatening tone.

    "I'm curious, do you care about your family background or not."

      Even if I don't say it, there will always be people who think so."

    "You just do what you said, the rest is none of your business!" With anger, Xiang Ming raised his voice.

    Xing Dou finally raised his head, looked at him for a while, and suddenly smiled: "Keep your promise? That's true, I hope you can do it too."

    "What...?" The azure-haired youth wanted to get angry, but at his gesture, he looked back.

    He froze.

    I don't know when, the slow progress of black has surpassed white, and it continues to move towards a higher place.

    The provocative voice of the man next to him became more and more harsh: "Xiang Ming should not be someone who breaks contracts at will, right?"

    This is the fifty-fourth minute, and Xingdou has more votes than Xiang Ming.

    "Why?" Xiang Ming couldn't help muttering.

    He is a little hard to understand, how can he who has the advantage lose, how can he who is obviously better lose.

    But he didn't think this was the end either. He didn't wait for Xing Dou to say anything, and glared at him: "Don't be too proud, it's still a winner!"

    Xing Dou shrugged: "Then I can look forward to it." He actually returned the previous words.

    Xiang Ming, who was so angry, looked at the number of votes, and his doubts kept accumulating, and he also looked forward to his votes being able to overtake again.

     But the miracle did not happen again.

    In the last few minutes, white was still left behind by black, a distance visible to the naked eye.

    The moment the voting ended, the huge "Black Victory" stabbed the bright eyes.

    He didn't want to turn around and face the man's arrogant face, he was afraid that he would have an impulse and give that ugly face a punch.

    But of course the other person will not let him do so.

      Just listen, puppy?"