One-star Idol Counterattack Plan

    Teachers Lounge during intermission.

    "I didn't expect these kids in your class to be so thoughtful, and finally the script like this." The class director of Class C spared no effort to praise, "Ordinary people can't guess, your vision is very good. ."

    "You figured out the script halfway through, so don't make fun of me." Gong Guangxi smiled politely, "You couldn't see it when I chose them into my class."

    "Yeah." Feng Xuesong nodded, "But in terms of their current strength, it's okay." These four words are very shallow, but they are enough to prove approval.

    "However, today's students are still less tempered. They receive systematic knowledge in school, and sometimes they are easily trapped there." Another teacher sighed, "So far, they have met I still can't help being timid about the stage, and many people perform worse than usual."

    "There are even a few who can't face the crowd. It's okay not to look at the audience below, but the movement of the performance begins to stiffen, and even the rhythm is disrupted with other people."

    "That's why we need to hold such an event to make them accustomed to the stage." Gong Guangxi looked at the projected students calmly, "The more pain you have experienced, the more you will experience the greater When you are in pain, you don't completely collapse."

      If you can have both strength and your mentality can be maintained, there will be great development in the future.”

    "Indeed." Another teacher agreed, "That's a promising seedling."

    "The two teenagers who play Ares and Metis are also very good. Judging from the strength, they should be similar to the C position, or even slightly higher. Did you give up for the class victory?"

    "No, these are their own decisions, I don't know." Gong Guangxi explained, "If I make the decisions, maybe they will not realize what to do after a long time."

    "You are really open-minded, and you are not afraid of them taking detours."

    The scene was silent for a moment.

    The next second someone brought up a new topic: "But speaking of stage fright... Your class seems to have it too, the only outlier."

    "Ah, I mean the child who played the **** of death." Someone immediately answered, "His state is too stable, it doesn't look like it's his first time on the stage, and his every move is unbelievably calm. Now, the degree of completion is also very high, almost instantly affecting the a little restless stage."

    "Where did you find this child?" The teacher of Class C asked curiously.

    "This... I probably picked it up by luck." Gong Guangxi and Feng Xuesong looked at each other, vaguely, "I am also very interested in many things about him."

    "If there is a chance, I would also like to know what kind of heart is hidden under the child's sharp and untouchable shell."

    The conversation over there, the people of class A knew nothing for the time being, and the performance of class D finally started.

    The stage of class D started with the crisp pipa and the long and loud flute.

    Under the curtain, there are lush bamboos, rugged rocks and quiet garden scenery, with a desolate outline, simple and clear.

    Vibrant flowers dance with green leaves, and the tall plum branches are rising, embellishing the spring in the garden.

    Performers dressed in similar improved costumes followed the music, slowly rolled up their long sleeves, and their postures were light, like swimming fish wandering in the water, touring the courtyard.

    The words with a playful tone are gradually emerging: "The beautiful scenery of the good time is so beautiful, who is the family to enjoy?"

    In response to the voice, the performers in pink and thin shirts lowered their heads and made expressions of disappointment, and their dance steps gradually slowed down.

    "Wow, this feels so powerful, that scene is so beautiful, and it's set up so carefully." Yang Yu sat on the stool, pulling the tassels on his clothes, and sighed.

    Anmus took off the light armor added for the performance effect, and was also looking at the stage: "It's really good, the soundtrack should have invited a special person to help, the standard is very high."

    "Why do you have to wear a uniform light pink? There are a few dark skinned people in Class D that seem to almost blend into the background." Xia Yuan glanced at the clothes in disgust, then glanced at them again. Looking at Anmas, "If it were you, I guess you wouldn't be able to see anything except the white hair."

    The corner of the boy's mouth twitched: "What's wrong with you."

    The man who realized he was a little too excited snorted and didn't answer.

    "Xingdou, what do you think?" Wen Lun sat next to the dark-haired boy who was fascinated, and quietly touched the end of the wig that had not been taken off.

    Because the attached wig was too long, Xing Dou, who was unaware of Wen Lun's actions, focused his attention, and replied casually, "Slightly... I can't see the C position."

    As he said, the performers on stage are all doing the same set of moves and wearing similar clothes. It stands to reason that the stronger C position will be prominent, but walking back and forth without a fixed center position weakens the existence of the C position.

    If you look carefully, you can recognize that the person who is very serious and smooth is the C position, but it is easy to disappear in the blink of an eye.

    This will lose the opportunity to leave an impression on the overall effect.

    After visiting the park, it was a frightening dream.

    After enjoying the garden, the lady met a good man.

    On the stage of class D, half of the performers in pink shirts had quietly retreated in the middle of the process, and when they reappeared, the hazy mist and the suddenly soft and lingering flute sound matched, and the pipa was murmuring. Lang Jun, dressed in a light blue shirt, frowned slightly.

    The performer in pink paused for a while, then approached slowly, one blue and one pink, with long sleeves rolled up and hands folded.

    "Where did you meet? It's just like seeing each other. Is it possible that there is no good thing about meeting each other."

    They looked at each other and smiled, their footsteps moved lightly, like loving mandarin ducks, like wings of birds, holding hands and dancing together. The sound of the flute became more and more gentle, intertwined like water, and the performers in pairs seemed to turn the stage into a grand ball.

    "A three-minute rain in spring will come. Sleep with a cloud in Wushan."

    Understanding this, Yang Yu remembered the plot of the original "Peony Pavilion" and felt a little shy, turned his head and pretended to look for something, trying to eliminate the sudden embarrassment.

    However, as soon as he looked away, he noticed Anmas, who was looking as usual, and Xia Yuan, who was frowning and commenting in dissatisfaction.

    "It's too weak to realize this." The purple-haired and purple-eyed teenager sat upright, and the moment he opened his mouth, he said amazingly, "No matter how you say this episode, it is an important part of the story that you don't know what to do. , the performance of indulgence and love is only because dancing together is too weak, at least it should be a false ear and temple."

    Anmus blinked and reminded: "They are all boys. If you really want to do this, it's not easy to get into the play." Maybe even laughing.

    "Why isn't your focus on objection?" Yang Yu couldn't hold back his words, and couldn't bear it any longer, "Who can really make that kind of play on such a stage, no matter what, no matter how you say it? It's a bit out of line..."

    As he spoke, his voice weakened, white smoke began to appear from the top of his head, and his cheeks were flushed.

    "It turns out that you are innocent." Anmus glanced at him, as if joking, "Look at you, the rest of the class privately say that you are a flowery person who does whatever you want with your face. The son-in-law."

    He spoke seriously, and some of the classmates who were quietly listening to their movements immediately turned around, turned on the virtual screen, pretended to be addicted to studying, and didn't say that at all.

      Reliable, don't girls like this type? You've been popular for a long time, haven't you?"

    Anmus denied it: "No, it may be that I don't control my expressions very well. It seems that people often say that I am fierce behind my back, and there are not many people close to me. Say something popular. …”

    He shifted his gaze, naturally skipped Xia Yuan, and went straight to Wen Lun and Xing Dou.

    Xia Yuan saw what he meant and sneered: "Why, do you think there is something wrong with me?"

    "...So you don't know how annoying your mouth is?" The person who answered was not Anmas, but Yang Yu, who rarely took the initiative to speak to Xia Yuan.

    He shook his head slightly and sighed: "Some people, it's a waste to have a mouth for nothing."

    "This is also for you." Xia Yuan immediately countered.

    The smell of gunpowder instantly ignited between the two.

    "I think a more obedient personality may be popular now." Anmus interrupted their confrontation.

    Apparently he was talking about Wen Lun.

    "How is it possible!" Yang Yu said in a more unbelievable voice than before, "That guy is obviously not well-behaved at all!"

    "Indeed." Xia Yuan adjusted his glasses, "This is unreasonable."

    "Really?" Anmus shrugged and dropped the topic, "Xingdou, which one do you think is the most popular right now?"

    Xingdou is still immersed in the research stage and does not want to answer: "It has nothing to do with me."

    The stage is now at the end.

    The man in blue and the man in pink, who lost the trace of their loved one, occupy half of the stage each, blocked by time and space, unable to see each other, wandering in despair, dancing the joyous dance of the past in loneliness and sadness, love is difficult Disappear, the mind is difficult.

    "Drowsy in the spring, you are tired of enjoying the tour. Don't ask for the scented embroidery quilt to sleep."

    With a regretful ending.

    The performer slumped to the ground and bowed his head in embarrassment.

    The whole garden was blown away by the wind and all dissipated. Everything seemed like a dream.

    Wen Lun was very much looking forward to his answer, especially since this topic was still somewhat related to him, so he slowly moved over and waited for Xingdou to finish before he made a conditional statement: " I got a few tickets for a new drama by chance two days ago, just tomorrow, Xing Dou classmate, if you are interested..."

    Drama - Acting - Next Game - Learning Opportunity.

    These words flashed in Xingdou's mind, he was still staring at the curtain call on the stage, his eyes did not move, he pursed his lips: "What do you want?"

    "I'm just curious, who does Xingdou think are the most popular?" The pink-haired boy smiled and threw the question over.

    The black-haired boy frowned slowly, as if he was thinking.

    Yang Yu and the others pricked up their ears and waited quietly for the answer.

    After a while, Xingdou said: "According to the Internet, isn't the most popular pet boyfriend?" He actually hadn't paid attention to it, but he just happened to see someone in the game forum divide the roles like this.

    "Pets? Do you mean cats and dogs?" Yang Yu asked in a low voice, her blue eyes full of curiosity.

    "No, it means any animal, it just means tame." The black-haired boy shook his head and gave the explanation on the Internet, "Snake, lion, wolf, leopard, kangaroo and many more."

    "Kangaroo...Isn't he saying that he usually takes care of him like a child, but he is actually a type with amazing fighting power?" Anmus tentatively guessed.

    "Hmm."

    "So the wolf is a lonely but loyal type?" Xia Yuan also understood.

    "It's a magical classification." Yang Yu couldn't help but be amazed.

    "That Xingdou is biased towards that type? Do you like cats?" Wen Lun didn't care about the meaning of the mess, and asked the focus, "Or something else?"

    Others also listened quietly with interest.

    Xingdou fell into contemplation again, he didn't particularly hate or like animals, he was just not very good at dealing with bugs, so...

    "If you insist, dog." He reluctantly gave an answer.

    He had the idea of ​​raising a docile dog before, but then he was busy with his studies and quickly put the idea behind him. Now he has no energy and time, and he is too lazy to support him.

    "That's right." The pink-haired boy nodded and opened the virtual screen, "I've applied to add you, and that ticket has to be confirmed."

    I seem to have heard a strange ending.

    Xingdou thought, clicked on the virtual screen, agreed with Wen Lun's application, and quickly got the ticket.

    "Okay, then I'll wait for you tomorrow." Wen Lun smiled happily, omitting the last word and everything was normal.

    "...I just said something wrong." The black-haired boy was expressionless, "I like cats."

    "That's it, meow."

    “…you shut up.”