One-star Idol Counterattack Plan

    Q: Why do you cry?

    A: The toy car that I couldn't get when I was a child, the loneliness of going to school alone for the first time and... abandoning my dream.

    …

    Xing Dou left from the other side of the stage. He walked very calmly. After the performance, his breath was not too disturbed, and he quickly adjusted his body condition.

    He went to the dressing room to change his clothes and return to his original appearance.

    "Wait, wait," someone shouted from behind.

    Probably not calling him, there is no one he knows here, and no one will look for him.

    Xing Dou didn't think that the man was calling him, and he continued to pack his things in an orderly manner, preparing to leave.

    "Xingdou, please wait a moment." Xingdou was not stopped until the man called out his name exactly.

    "What's the matter?" The voice of the man who was not covered by the hood was flat.

    "I, I am Gong Caiyi." In fact, he didn't know why he did such a thing, but he couldn't suppress the impulse at all, "I, I like your performance very much."

    The person who was suddenly expressed did not respond, and looked at him quietly, as if waiting for him to say the ultimate goal.

    Gong Caiyi was a little flustered when she faced that face, she could only restrain her beating heart, and awkwardly said what she wanted to say most at the moment:

    "That, I, I want to be your classmate. I know my level is not enough, but I will definitely work hard! Goodbye!"

    After speaking, as if afraid of being rejected, the slightly shy boy quickly fled from here and went to the stage.

    Ah, he was so reckless. It's too strange to say that he wants to be someone's classmate, no matter what.

    In the dim light, Gong Caiyi pinched the roots of her hot ears, and then she felt embarrassed.

    But if you don't tell him now, the dazzling star will be gone.

    And now, he wants to try, catch up with that star.

    Standing on the stage that was once feared, the consciously ordinary boy puffed out his chest, ready to put all his strength and gamble on the future.

    The backstage people who were shocked by those messy and unfinished words watched him go away, and did not stay to watch his performance. back to his dormitory.

    Open the door, change your shoes, drop your belongings, and… go straight to the bed.

    In the eyes of Gong Caiyi, the indifferent and indifferent young man huddled in the corner of the bed, wrapped in a quilt, and lowered his head.

    In the blink of an eye, a crystal clear liquid slipped from her cheeks and silently dripped onto the dark quilt.

    "Today's stage...and there is no audience, it's so shameful to me."

    Xingdou woke up late at night a month ago.

    He was in a nightmare.

    In the dream, he was admitted to the idol training academy he had always dreamed of, successfully entered the idol department, and became the idol's reserve army.

    I thought that I was about to usher in a dazzling life and lead a wonderful life that attracted everyone's attention, but in the course of the college, most of the tutors judged him to be untalented and unsuitable.

    He was restless and frightened.

    He wanted to be an idol, thinking he could be an idol, but he was said: "You are not suitable to be an idol, Xingdou."

    As if verifying this sentence, no matter how hard he tried, no matter how many times he tried, he always failed, and was always neglected and forgotten in the corner.

    In contrast, those who have been called troublemakers since the beginning of the school year, and those who are said to be weird idols by everyone, shine in events time after time.

    Other people no longer look at them with disgust and disgust, and they can't help choreographing when they stop talking about them. They looked at the group of extraordinary people with admiration and admiration, and whispered respectfully and adoringly as these people passed by.

    Those people are still incompatible, but it is no longer because of the crowd, but because they are already in a higher realm.

    They said, "That's the idol."

      leave an impression.

    And he reluctantly made his debut in an office under a small company, and he has never been able to make any achievements. He was even said to be a "false idol who is not even as good as passers-by".

    The second year he stopped doing idol activities and returned to the life of ordinary people, silently watching his former classmates active on TV and the Internet, with mixed tastes.

    If this dream ends here, it will be nothing more than a disappointment in life, but an ordinary story of failure to pursue a dream.

    However, at the end of the story, he saw something outside, or a higher level.

    It turned out that the whole world he was in was just a setting in a game. A card-drawing game called "Idol Cultivation".

    The students who seemed to be different in the academy at the beginning were actually high-level cards with a potential index of five stars in the game.

    Aiming at this index, they will be carefully cultivated by gamers, give them appropriate training, cultivate their talents, lead them to expand their contacts, and participate in TV dramas that are sure to sell well. Hold a concert that will definitely be a success.

    They are the chosen people who have grown up with love.

    In the game, he is just a passerby character with only one star and only half of his name.

    The pitiful index is buried in other ordinary passers-by, and they are not even interested in asking players to take a look.

    No one cares who he is, what he has experienced, why he wants to become an idol, why he fails, and why he disappears. From start to finish, he's a little transparent forgotten in a corner, completely irrelevant in the game.

    This is the biggest nightmare for Star Dou.

    "Why?"

    The unspeakable depression enveloped him like a sea of ​​translucent suffocation.

    Xingdou doesn't have much fear or panic about being a character in the game. From his point of view, the world he lives in seems to be no different, and the people he gets along with are all real, and what is false to a high-latitude person is indeed his real life.

    Just to find out that he is actually a one-star character, and the fact that he was judged to have no idol qualifications was written in the setting, which made him extremely sad.

    It seems that his life has been limited to those few short sentences and can no longer be changed.

    It was a sleepless night.

    It was about the so-called drama, Xingdou got up the next morning and received the admission letter from the idol training academy, and clearly saw his name appear on the idol department list.

    In this era of common use of virtual terminals for information communication, paper notices represent a more solemn commemoration and invitation.

    Two months ago, Xingdou applied for the idol training academy. He, who was anxious and looking forward to it at the time, did not know that at this moment, he would receive this notice with such a complicated mood.

    Associating with the gold-gilded paper in her hands, her emerald green eyes flickered slightly.

    His parents supported him to become an idol and believed that he could make his own judgment. Therefore, after confirming that there is no problem with his life and that he has his own direction, he can go abroad for business trips with confidence and boldness.

    Now if he tells them that he doesn't want to be an idol, they will certainly not have too many opinions, maybe he will arrange another college for himself at a faster speed.

    It's not that he has no other path to choose from, and it's not that this path must be taken, not to mention that everything has a chance.

    As a one-star character, even if he goes again, he will not be able to compare to those five-stars whose endings have already been written. corner.

    No flowers, no applause, no audience and no cheers, just an empty and narrow stage, no seats, and a lonely clown.

    Like countless times abandoned by lights.

    Xingdou couldn't help but squeeze the notice, his fingertips turned white, and the next second he smashed the crumpled paper against the wall, as if smashing his own delusions and delusions.

    And that gray memory.

    As if using some kind of courage, he gasped, clenched his fists, stared at the ball of paper that rolled on the ground and turned back to his footsteps, trying to throw it away.

    At the moment of bending over and seeing the vaguely visible word "Idol", the black-haired boy was silent for a while, clenching his teeth, and the mist filled his eyes.

    Give up, as long as you give up, there will be no pain and no hesitation.

    Just give up all this, give up the things you once wanted to chase...

    He whimpered, but couldn't help squatting down, shaking his hands and opening the notice neatly again.

    He tried his best to flatten the traces, and carefully held the crumpled notice in his arms, as if he was holding a broken old dream, and cried.

    But, but!

    Why did he have to give up his dream?

      Try everything once.

    If you try, you may regret it, but if you don't try, he will regret it.

    It's more than sad regret.

    Xing Dou calmed down, wiped his tears, looked at the name of the idol department, took a deep breath, and made a decision.

    He opened the virtual terminal on his wrist, wanting to tell his parents the good news that he had successfully passed the exam, at least so that they don't have to worry about this for themselves.

    But the moment he opened the terminal, a strange piece of software caught his attention.

    The software looks gaudy, and the four characters "Idol Raised" are written in pink and gold-edged squiggles, which are very eye-catching. It's just that he didn't seem to have downloaded this software before, and he didn't understand what it was doing at the moment.

    Xingdou frowned and clicked on the antivirus software to try to detect the abnormality. But that software has not been detected virus, it is still staying well, and even compared with other software, it is still flashing the light of Bling Bling.

    Not a virus? What would that be?

    In this era of binding personal information to terminals, the terminal's defense measures can be said to be the ultimate, and there should be no cases of remote control and download of inexplicable things by others.

    After a little hesitation, he clicked on the software, and several cute Q-version cartoon characters flashed away on the loading page, making Xingdou feel a little familiar.

    But what happened next immediately made him forget about it, looking at the information in front of him in shock.

    This is a forum software.

    It is a forum for the game "Idol Breeding".

    Xingdou came to the above conclusion after looking at the homepage and a few pages.

    The game has not been officially launched yet, and the homepage just shows the background of the game and some main characters.

    The background introduction is undoubtedly describing the appearance of the world in which Xingdou lives, and the main characters can be recognized by him at a glance, those thorns in the dream who are not easy to mess with A person whose head has become an excellent idol.

    His figure did not appear.

    But those discussions made him discover one thing - at present, those popular characters seem to have a lot of attention, and the corresponding officials will be more open to fans of these people what the activity looks like.

    For example, there is a discussion thread that seems to be a very enthusiastic introduction to a well-shaped character in the game by a person who participated in the closed beta.

    This post has attracted a lot of people who are interested in this game. Everyone is full of curiosity to discuss and ask questions, so that many people have a good impression of the character before they have played the game.

    More importantly, the official who finally developed the game also ended, saying that he will make this person's exclusive plot later, so stay tuned.

    This incident was naturally welcomed by the person who posted it, and it also gave Xingdou a bold and incredible idea - if the official will bow for the fans of a certain character in the game, then it is Not on the other hand, what if he could change his own position in this game after he also has a lot of fans and attention?

    It is no longer a one-star character who is obliterated by everyone, and a pitiful little forgotten.

    Those activities and crowds that he once could not have hoped for, if he could get it...

    Just thinking about the possible changes, Xingdou couldn't control the various ideas that sounded incredible and seemed feasible.

    He doesn't know how this forum appeared on his terminal, and he doesn't know why he was able to find out all this, but at this moment, he absolutely does not want to let the opportunity he got wasted in vain .

    "Gods or ghosts." Xingdou closed the terminal page and looked at himself, whose eyes were reddened from crying, and muttered in a low voice, "Even if it's the devil who reaches out to me, I'm willing to grab it."

    There are still seven days before the game officially starts, but for him, there is still one month before the school starts to enter the official plot.

    Slight changes, slightly different month.