One-star Idol Counterattack Plan

    After confirming Yang Yu as the C position, all that is left to do is to adapt the new style of dance and tune as soon as possible and start practicing.

    In order to determine what the adaptation will be, everyone in Class A gathered together to discuss once.

    "There should be people in our class who have studied arrangement, do you have any ideas?" Anmus sat at the top of the huge round table and looked around.

    "The original song is a fierce and high-spirited style, and the dance moves are correspondingly complicated and fast." Someone came out to speak first, "If the adaptation is more gentle and the rhythm is slower, it may be more suitable for us. the current level."

    Xia Yuan shook his head: "If it is a slower dance, you can see each movement more clearly, and the requirements for completion will be higher, and mistakes and omissions are easy to find."

    "How about cutting out some difficult moves?" Someone else suggested an idea.

    Yang Yu continued: "Then the beauty of the whole dance is also weakened?"

    Anmus nodded: "Indeed, if you weaken those actions in pursuit of efficiency, the effect will be worse."

    The two ideas put forward in succession were rejected, the atmosphere was a little stagnant for a while, everyone was thinking hard, thinking about how to take into account their level and achieve a good performance effect.

    "How about having the right person perform the right part?" Wen Lun, who had been silent for a while, suddenly spoke up.

    "What do you mean?" Anmus raised his eyes and looked at the pink-smiling guy, frowning subconsciously.

    For some reason, this guy sometimes has a similar dangerous aura around him, which makes people unable to resist.

    "It means, if you can't do something that difficult, don't do it." Wen Lun explained in a light tone, "We have different levels, so it's not good to insist on reaching the same level. possible."

    "If everyone does too complicated dance, there will be some people who can't keep up with the rhythm and drag their feet. Correspondingly, if you do everything too simple and not difficult, it will be difficult to win. Both are Very wasteful practice."

    He looked at Xia Yuan Anmas: "So it's better to let the right people do the right things. Those who can perform complicated dances, then take the lead and do complicated movements."

      If it’s a little bit off, it won’t affect the overall look and feel.”

    These words did not get a full house of applause, on the contrary, the air was quieter than before.

    It's obviously meant to make some people give up their performance opportunities.

    However, none of the people who can enter here desperately do not want to be on the stage and express themselves. Everyone is fighting for the only debut position.

    When Anmas said that Yang Yu should be in the C position, there were actually some people who were quite critical. However, he was not strong enough and admitted that Yang Yu was more likely to win in the C position, so he acquiesced to this matter, and there was no controversy.

    Now Wen Lun's words are directly asking them who are not likely to be outstanding, and reducing their existence even more.

    This is contrary to their desire to come here, and it is also very cruel.

    For a while, no one spoke.

    Yang Yu felt a little bit on pins and needles.

    He understands that it is too early to become a C position with his own strength, and now he is able to stand here, most of which should be due to his face, although he does not think it is embarrassing, but this situation is really Yes…

    Before he could think of a word to describe the complicated mood at the moment, he heard the first early bird speak coldly.

    "I agree with the idea."

    The black-haired boy sat alone in the corner of the round table, while gently sliding on the virtual screen projected on the table, while speaking casually.

    Wen Lun heard his voice and his eyes curled up. Yang Yu was shocked for a while, then recovered, hesitating whether he wanted to follow along.

     But others are not necessarily so happy.

    In addition to those with good self-confidence, those who lacked strength couldn't help but murmured in their hearts, and looked at Xing Dou with some dissatisfaction.

    "I can only say this because I have a vested interest." Someone thought sourly.

    Xia Yuan raised his eyebrows, did not speak hastily, but still gave Anmas a look.

    Anmus saw the meaning in those eyes and understood what the situation was. If a proper decision could not be made, the entire team would definitely be led to a wrong path.

    It's a cruel decision, but if they don't make up their minds, they'll all be over.

    The boy with white hair and black skin knocked on the table, attracting everyone's attention, and then slowly and firmly said: "I agree too."

    Xia Yuan followed closely: "Me too. After all, if you lose in the first round, you don't have to guess the result afterwards. As a member of the team, sometimes you need to sacrifice individuals."

    He said something proud, and many people were silent.

    The default team leader has shown his attitude, and the outcome of the matter can almost be directly determined.

    Soon people in twos and threes also expressed their approval, but after a while, most of them were there.

    It's just that some people are hesitant, and they still seem to be reluctant.

    "Losers are even uglier than winners, and nothing will be left." Xing Dou suddenly fluttered and dropped a sentence, as if muttering to himself.

    But that very distinct voice was heard all at once. The last part of the people gritted their teeth and agreed.

    So the question of dance moves was decided.

    The style is easy to determine.

    Xingdou had already thought about it when he proposed Yang Yu to be the C position: "We need to maximize our advantages."

    He glanced at Yang Yu in the front left, the blond boy blushed for some reason: "So to show 'beauty', to shock the audience's heart with maximum beauty, this will be our best weapon."

    "Makes sense." Ammus thought thoughtfully.

    "Beautiful things...dressed as flowers?" Someone gave a difficult answer that was exhausted.

    "Are we going to dress up as flowers? Wouldn't that be too gaudy?" Another person imagined it, and his expression was not very good.

    "The... clouds?"

    "How to express this will become very troublesome, and it is actually more suitable for ancient times."

    "Then how about the theme of the Greek gods?" Someone had an epiphany, "Like a human being like a god, ruthless and affectionate, intense but serene, beauty and power coexist, love and hate coexist."

    “This is good, I agree.”

    "Me too."

    "Fantastic!"

    The classmates were talking at length, and directly settled the theme style.

    After discussion, the work of arranging and choreography fell to Xia Yuan and another classmate.

    Xia Yuan himself has learned to arrange music, and another classmate is said to have experience, in short, it is the best plan.

    At the end of the meeting, Xing Dou looked at the plan he had made, ignored Yang Yu who wanted to chat, and Wen Lun who wanted to chat behind him. With his eyes closed, he left.

    "What do you want to say to him?" Xia Yuan became curious when he saw Anmas' tangled expression.

    "He was the first to speak, breaking the deadlock, but he also borne most of the complaints." Anmus sighed in frustration. Although he was still slightly dissatisfied, he did not Don't want to put the blame on others.

    "This should have been done by me. After all, I promoted the development of all this. But because of that hesitation, he made him the villain."

    "...I just want to chat with him a little." He hesitated for a while, then replied slowly, "Student Xingdou has more courage than me in this regard."

    "Perhaps he just did it unintentionally and didn't think about it so much." Xia Yuan held up his glasses and gave his opinion.

    "But in terms of the result, I also owe him once." Anmus shook his head, "I will find a chance to pay it back next time."

    Xia Yuan did not persuade him any more.

    The person who was being discussed was calm and went around, turning to the magic room that provided costumes and makeup artists, swiped the student card, and walked in calmly.

    After a while, a boy with gray hair, dark blue eyes and a black and white uniform with a cross collar came out.

    A closer look reveals that he has the same face as the black-haired green-eyed boy who entered before.

    This is one of the special facilities of the Idol Breeding Academy - the magic room, which can use optical materials and chemical molecules to temporarily change the color of the hair and eyes, and there will be no drop of the ancient beauty contact or hair color at all risks of. The validity period is six hours.

    It's just that the use of this place needs to be approved by the class director. If it is not for stage effects or drama needs, it is generally not used.

    Xingdou's reason this time sounded very formal - "to seek information".

    Perhaps considering the importance of cognition of the enemy's power, Gong Guangxi finally nodded and agreed, but after casually asked what Star Dou was going to be dyed, he was shocked, and his attitude Sternly rejected his application for seven colors.

    Xingdou tries to express that this color is very conspicuous and beautiful, and strives for it.

    In the end, I couldn't overcome the teacher's determination, and I chose a disheartened "grey".

    He frowned and looked at his own reflection on the window, thinking that this time it was no ordinary black, so he endured the heart to change his hair color.

    Not long after, a gray-haired boy who claimed to be a general class and aspired to become a composer suddenly appeared at the door of Class C.

    "You said you want to help us design the adapted song? But..." The person who came to talk touched his head and wanted to refuse, but the look of anticipation in those twinkling eyes changed again. Some can't bear it.

    "What's the matter? Who is here? Isn't he here to spy on information?"

    The voice with a smile from far to near, one person put on the shoulder of the classmate carelessly, stuck his head out and asked.

    "Oh, Yusuke, it's easy to scare people if you say it, you have to confirm it first, right?"

    Another person answered the call and appeared on the other side with a curious expression on his face.

    Three heads and six pairs of eyes stared straight at the gray-haired boy at the same time.

    However, the gray-haired boy was very calm, only to see the similar appearance of the two people who came one after another, and paused: "You... are twins?"

    "Hmm."

    "Yes."

    They answered at the same time, and even the timbres overlapped perfectly.

    One with silver hair and blue eyes, and one with silver hair and red eyes.

    This bright color, which is almost standard for the protagonist, actually appeared in front of me.

    It's time for a good performance.

    The teenager who consciously was excluded from joining the colorful hair color party gave a sullen smile in his heart, and his face was extraordinarily gentle:

    "I am Tong Heyu from the general department, and I want to be your new composer."