One-star Idol Counterattack Plan

    "Yang Yu?" Anmas read out the name of the person being pointed to, in disbelief, "You want him to be the C position?"

    He began to suspect that Yang Yu's harassment attack had been successful long ago, and it was only at this time that Xingdou showed the difference.

    Xia Yuan also felt that he was biased: "Are you really prepared to let us win? If you just want to make trouble, I'm sorry we don't want to cause trouble."

    In front of people other than Yang Yu, Xia Yuan didn't seem to be so vicious.

    The recommended party was still at a loss, as if he had met a mirage, and whispered: "Xingdou said that I should be the C position? Me? Now it's actually a dream, and then I accidentally Fall asleep in class, right?"

    He pinched his face hard, and reddish marks appeared on his fair face.

    But she smirked twice: "Very good, it doesn't hurt at all, it really is fake."

    Xing Dou clearly saw that Yang Yu's distorted expression at a certain moment, obviously felt pain, and was deceiving himself.

    But this is not the point now, he turned his head and said calmly: "Don't you think he is very suitable?"

    "Where is the right place? If you really think so, at least tell us the reason." Anmus pursed his lips, and his golden eyes were bright.

    Xia Yuan didn't speak while holding his glasses, obviously waiting for an explanation.

    "The stage we will face is not the inside of the school, but the official stage with 4,000 spectators."

    As Xingdou said, this time, this competition is not held in the school, but a specially rented venue for the confrontation on a real small stage.

    "The audience is not only the students from the school, but the general audience who are invited to come."

    The black-haired boy clicked on the introduction column. The standard was clear on it. At least three-quarters of the audience will be drawn through the event.

    Of course this is the official statement. In fact, except for a small number of AI, the rest of the audience will be players.

    "If it were here, of course, I would let the best people here take the most important positions, but it is precisely because they are facing ordinary audiences that they will not regulate professional skills and performances The requirements are too strict."

    "For them, the most supportive thing is the most intuitively understood and most attractive thing."

    Actually, Yang Yu's popularity was quite high during this time, and he was in a leading position among a group of five stars. If he was asked to be C, the odds of winning would increase. It's just that, of course, it can't be said directly.

    Xingdou gestured in that direction with his eyes.

    Today, Yang Yu was wearing a light maroon knitted sweater with white trousers and a small cross on her left ear.

      clear.

    Beautiful features and fine contours.

    No special lighting or extra dressing required.

    Only in the sun, his whole person was set off like an angel who came to the world in a daze.

    Xingdou looked at the sparkling guy, avoided his gaze, and asked in a deep voice, "Do you understand what I mean now?"

    Anmus: "..." means face.

    Xia Yuan: "..." means face.

    "...I can understand your thoughts, but doing so is still risky." Anmas also silently did not look at this guy whose beauty was usually hidden, and pointed out with difficulty Question, "Yang Yu's dancing skills are not solid, although he sings well."

     People are stronger."

    How can Yang Yu, who can gain high popularity, not be cultivated by players.

    In terms of his current value, he has almost caught up with Xia Yuan. If he plays well, there will be no major problems.

    Hearing that Xing Dou rarely praised him, Yang Yu blinked, first quickly opened the class list, searched around, and made sure there was no second "Yang Yu", nor any homophones. The name exists, so I slowly put down my hand.

    The face that had just been praised showed a happy blush, he held his face and smirked "hehe".

      Do you have stage fright?"

    People who cannot adjust their mentality often make such mistakes. He was right in saying that.

    Anmus also had this meaning, but Xingdou shrugged indifferently: "Isn't this a place for you to adjust and help? No matter who it is, in the face of the first real There will always be some fear on stage.”

    "Yes." Anmus agrees with this statement, but still doesn't quite understand it, "Although you are right, but if that's the case, why don't you come?"

    This person is obviously the best person with a good face and no problems, right?

    In the end, the black-haired boy frowned, as if he heard a joke: "What nonsense are you talking about? It's not funny. Let me take his place to attract attention?"

    Indeed, if Yang Yu was quiet and not so detached, in terms of appearance, Xingdou would still be incomparable.

    Anmus was thinking about this when he heard a mutter: "...at least it has to be colorful hair."

    What?

    He suspected that he had heard something strange, and just as he was about to ask, he saw Xing Dou's expression was light, and he didn't look like he said anything.

    "My proposal has been given. If you don't agree, you can find someone else." Xing Dou said this and waved his hand casually, "I'll forget it."

    He left neatly, as if he really didn't care about it.

    Anmus looked at his back and felt that this was really a weird person, who didn't want to be the C position himself, but recommended the guy who had always been rejected.

    There is also a strange sentence that I don’t know if it is an illusion.

    What was he thinking?

    Xingdou felt that his idea was much simpler.

    First of all, the level of people in this class is not consistent, the possibility of rebirth in a short time is very low, no matter how the troops are arranged, some problems will be exposed. If someone else is chosen to be the C position, it is likely that the audience will become distracted and see other people's flaws.

    But if Yang Yu, who can get most of the attention just by his face, is in the C position, no one will ignore him, and even if he doesn't mean it, his attention will be taken away subconsciously.

    After all, it was the attractive appearance of the gods that were conferred by the players of the game forum.

    One person's greatness is enough to cover up the shortcomings of others, and it can also impress the whole class. The probability of winning the first game is more.

    It just so happened that Yang Yu had grown a lot in the last training period, and this competition was enough to complete it to a fairly decent level. Of course, Xing Dou couldn’t let go of this opportunity.

    Although he himself did not think about being a C position.

    But two problems stood in his way.

    At the same time, if he does not win, then as the C position, he will concentrate the most attacks, and the good impression of his original strength will be broken, and perhaps more stigma will be added.

    In contrast, Yang Yu will not encounter this problem when he becomes the C position.

    Two is…

    Xingdou glanced at himself reflected in the window, stretched out his hand and tugged at his black hair, and couldn't help sighing:

    “…too inconspicuous.”

    If he goes to dye his hair now, it may be too late.

    He found another seat and sat down, clicked on the virtual screen, and began to study the situation of other classes.

    In this competition, there are only two things that Xingdou needs to do - win and occupy the plot point.

    Winning things take time.

    Occupying the plot point needs to be carefully considered.

    He had thought about it before, if it wasn't for the fact that this competition was a class-based activity, he would have directly become an obstacle to everyone's victory.

    Then he will surely impress the players.

    It's a pity that this form of competition has made this plan stillborn.

    But... being the villain in your own class doesn't mean you can't be in other classes.

    The black-haired boy swept over some information, slightly raised the corner of his mouth, and his beautiful green eyes had a cunning look that made people feel a little hairy.

    Wen Lun has been watching Xing Dou from a distance, of course he noticed what happened before, and knew that Xing Dou recommended Yang Yu as the C position.

    He looked at the blond idiot whose tail was about to go up, squinted his eyes, pursed his lips, and said nothing.

    "This is not my home court, so I can't act rashly." The pink-haired boy said to himself in his heart, "Wait until the next game..."

    Someone over there started the main thing of the second game, Anmus and the others don't know yet.

    It's just that they watched other people's performances one by one, and after watching all of them, they couldn't help but frown at the table that recorded everyone's performance.

    "I didn't expect that I would actually consider that absurd idea now." Anmus covered his face with one hand, and said this sentence in pain.

    "I also...don't want to say that." Xia Yuan was even more reluctant, almost squeezing words out of his teeth.

    "After thinking about it, there are really not many suitable ones." The white-haired and black-skinned boy thought about the data tangled, "It's either that there is a problem with dancing, or the singing is wrong, and so is Rap. A difficult point." He didn't sing well in his own songs.

    "You forgot that the expression is too stiff and the limbs are uncoordinated." Xia Yuan added expressionlessly. Some people were brushed down for this reason.

    "Alas." The always calm Anmas sighed heavily, glanced at Yang Yu, who was still dumbfounded, full of hatred that iron was not steel.

    "..." Xia Yuan was clearly disgusted.

    "Hey, hey, what expression do you have, just say what you want to say, why are you so yin and yang?" Annoyed by these two expressions, Yang Yu woke up and started yelling.

    When he shouted, Anmus' expression became more complicated.

    The white-haired and black-skinned classmate looked at him with pity: "If you can't speak..."

    "Anmus, have you been damaged by the virus?" Yang Yu couldn't believe that this was his always taciturn classmate.

    Then Xia Yuan shook his head: "It's just a pity that he had to make such a terrible choice."

    Rarely did not say anything sarcastic, but instantly ignited Yang Yu's anger.

    "What do you mean! I, I can't...?" The moment he was about to get angry, Yang Yu remembered what would happen if he agreed, and his voice suddenly became weak.

    "That's why..." Anmas sighed again, but patted Yang Yu's shoulder soothingly, "Forget it, just work hard. We can only do this now. "

    Xia Yuan didn't want to say anything in agreement, so he didn't say anything, and silently opened the virtual screen, it seemed that he was planning the training menu.

    "Can I, can I refuse..." Feeling that he might not be able to afford such courage, Yang Yu was a little sullen and cautiously applied.

    "No." in unison.

    Then was rejected by two votes.

    Therefore, the matter of Yang Yu as the first C position was decided.

    Congratulations.