One-star Idol Counterattack Plan

      Prepare.

    So he sneered, as if he had been beaten at all: "Really? Then what position are you on to say this to me? You look like you are annoying. followers?"

    But for him, this question is not at all lethal: "I'm not that stupid who only knows how to chase after. Don't think that it has something to do with Xingdou, just be naive enough to think that Everyone is like you."

    The pink-haired boy spoke in a disdainful tone.

    "Oh, after all that said, if you really don't think I'm a threat, why do you have to tell me that."

    Xiang Ming was not deceived by such a trick, and he saw the original intention of these actions at a glance, and said unceremoniously: "In the end, you are also afraid, right?"

    As he said, he showed a arrogant smile that was clear to his chest: "I'm afraid that guy will really leave you and go to someone."

    Wen Lun's eyes became even colder, and he sneered: "It's so clear that you think a lot? The cowardly classmate Xiang Ming?"

    In an instant, sparks flew in this remote corner, revealing an atmosphere of confrontation and uncompromising.

    The neglected twins were about to quarrel when they watched the two of them, watching the battle and biting their ears together.

    "Xingdou is really bothered, and he made a bad face after provoking so many people and left."

    "And it's too much, cheating our sincere feelings and beating us."

    The silver-haired and blue-eyed man said: "We can't let him harm other people like this anymore, we have to find a way."

    The silver-haired, red-eyed man nodded in agreement: "Yes, teach the sly and shameless fox a lesson."

    "Return the way to the body. We also deceived his feelings, making him think that we admired him so much, and then betrayed him at a critical moment, surprising him!" Yusuke came up with an idea that sounded like a good idea.

    Makiyama Yusuke agreed after thinking: "Okay, we have to let him taste this too."

    So the twins got closer and started muttering something inhuman.

    The two at the center of the battlefield realized that the other party was not to be underestimated. They argued for a long time without a winner, but they were still unwilling to surrender, and finally had to be beaten by the class leader who urged them to return. This "friendly" exchange was interrupted.

    I just thought that I was dealing with historical events, and Xingdou didn't know there was such a thing.

    However, it doesn't really matter to him, and the next game will attract his mind even more. That's why he didn't notice anything unusual about Wen Lun, who was late and calm.

    Although normally, Xingdou wouldn't pay attention to him all the time.

    Return to their respective lounges, return to school after a half-day rest, and then take a day off. The next three days are the preparation period for the second game.

    As the class guide of Class A, Gong Guangxi led the students to the school, but did not let them rest immediately, but brought them back to the classroom, stood on the stage with a smile and said: " Everyone should have rested in the car, without further ado, let's replay the last stage."

    "We start from Class B..." The handsome blond man's voice was clear, and he completely dismantled the stage of Class B with extremely professional and vicious eyes, and constructed the outline of the system little by little like a puzzle. Turn it into food and pass it on to the students.

    He talked about classes B, C, and D one by one, explained the strengths, weaknesses, and expressions of these stages, paused, and finally talked about class A.

    "To be honest, you guys surprised me." Gong Guangxi raised his eyebrows slightly, making his own style romantic, "Whether it's the choice of the C position or the stage script, you all made bold decisions. attempt."

    Just as the students were looking forward to what he would say to praise him, they saw his expression restrained and his tone stern: "But this tricky way proves that you are not strong enough."

    "Some people's stage movements are almost the simplest kind, and they are not brilliant at all, just acting as a set board." Gong Guangxi swept several directions, and immediately some students bowed their heads in a guilty conscience, dare not refute.

    "There are also some people who don't sing high or low voices at all, and they are no different from the accompanying instruments." He glanced at a few people, and quickly made everyone understand that this is not possible To fool the past situation, almost all bowed their heads and said nothing, ready to accept criticism.

    Sure enough, Gong Guangxi directly picked the first unlucky one: "Yang Yu, as C, do you have anything to say about this performance?"

    The blond boy who was selected was trembling, and answered in a low voice with a trembling voice: "I, I think, everyone has done a good job..."

    This is really what he said in his heart. He thought that he could play so well on the stage at that time, and he didn't think about it at all.

    The class director did not speak, obviously not satisfied, and ordered another one.

     Gong Guangxi selected several people one after another, but only one was vaguely belittled, and the others were either evasive or speechless, obviously no one knew what answer he wanted.

    Finally, he frowned and nodded at Xia Yuan who seemed calm and rational.

    "This stage...is really not very good." The boy with purple hair and purple eyes raised his glasses, as if to judge fairly, "Compared to the usual training, many people's movements are too stiff, and the songs are not very good. The connection is not in place, and there is even one who almost forgets the words, if it is not someone else's remedy, it will fail."

    "The C position is also less reliable than other classes in terms of strength, and it has not fully reached the point of crushing."

    Yang Yuya glared at him itchingly, scolding you in his heart, and the dance moves were as stiff as wood at first!

    Xia Yuan also said: "In addition, there are many areas for improvement in the arrangement and lyrics, including our handling of the crisis."

     Gong Guangxi nodded and concluded: "So you agree that this is a failed performance?"

    "No."

    The purple-haired boy answered with sonorous force and without hesitation.

    He looked at the supervisor's eyes very seriously: "I do think there are still many shortcomings, but I think from the bottom of my heart, this is an excellent performance. Everyone has done what they can do. When it comes to things, no one escapes, and no one gives up halfway."

    "We have a clear conscience for this performance."

    Yang Yu's eyes widened, obviously not expecting that Xia Yuan would say good things for them, not even venomous, let alone belittling, but said this directly to the teacher who seemed dissatisfied .

    At this moment, even he felt that this guy was pleasing to the eye, but it was a pity that the next time it was expected to be quite scary...

    "Pfft."

    Before Yang Yu could finish thinking, Gong Guangxi on the stage frowned, and suddenly laughed: "Can't this be said?"

    Huh?

    The students of class A were swiped by this word in their hearts, and they didn't know which one came out.

    The blond teacher blinked, not showing the slightest bit of anger: "So, can't you say something like thinking you're great?"

    "Why don't you even have the courage to admit this, and just think that you have been denied?"

    Gong Guangxi glanced at the dazed students below: "Yes, you still have many shortcomings, and there are too many loopholes in your performance. It is not professional at all, and it is not particularly outstanding. The stage of the performance does not dare to admit it, but it is not what idols do."

    "No hesitation, this is what you said to yourselves - you completed a stage of your own that will never be forgotten."

    "So for now, you can cheer for yourselves."

    The blond class director smiled slightly: "Congratulations on winning the first place in the preliminary round."

    “…!”

    The whole class was silent for a few seconds, and suddenly an extremely excited voice broke out, making the ground seem to tremble.

    Feng Xuesong, who was sitting at the end of the classroom, watched them secretly, and was amused - they were still a group of children.

    After a while, the excitement slowly dissipated.

    Gong Guangxi put on a gentle smile, and said that the next part was a private interview, and asked them to go to the soundproof room one by one in the order of their student numbers to talk about some of their problems in detail.

    The situation seems to be no different, the students who came out holding their faces as if they were dying, all came out with their faces covered in pain. Not many people dared to ask what the teacher said, the expressions of those people wandering in the sky are really unbearable.

    There are one or two scumbags who ask the question to the end, but they are also vague.

    So basically you can come to a conclusion - very terrible.

    As the number of people dwindled, the atmosphere became increasingly anxious.

    After Yang Yuzhang came out, he faced the virtual screen alone, as if thinking about life, and looked at the fearful "to be slaughtered" companions, his heart was pounding.

    What made him do not know what to say was that in this case, Xingdou was still sliding the virtual screen calmly, looking at something.

    If only he had such a strong psychological quality.

    Yang Yu glanced over enviously, and heard his number in the next second.

    "Yes!" He jolted, and in a bit of a panic, he straightened his clothes, and stepped into the room with a slightly vain footstep.

    Gong Guangxi looked at him kindly, and even handed him a cup of tea: "Don't be nervous, I just want to talk to you."

    Yang Yu took the tea and took a sip before remembering, isn’t this the proper way to drink tea? Not even the tea!

    "Teacher Gong." The blond and blue-eyed boy put down his teacup and squeezed out a pleasing smile, "Is it my performance this time..."

    Before he finished speaking, Gong Guangxi shook his head and rejected: "No, that is also to be mentioned, but it is not mainly about this."

    "That is?" Yang Yu couldn't think of anything else to say.

    "This has something to do with my original intention as a class guide. Does Yang Yu know why he came here?" The blond man raised the corners of his mouth with a mysterious expression.

    "What, what?" Yang Yu didn't forget what he said before, but he didn't understand the point of mentioning this at this time, "Is it because I have a problem, a problem child?"

    "Well." Gong Guangxi nodded and continued to ask, "Then what is your problem?"

    "Uh...I, I have a poor foundation." The blond, blue-eyed boy held back his answer, feeling a little overwhelmed.

    "Although this is true, but unfortunately, it is not right. And this year's E class can recruit children like you, why not go to E class, but come here, you can guess ."

    "I, I'm too good-looking?" Yang Yu racked his brains and spat out another answer.

    "Should you say you have self-knowledge, or not?" Gong Guangxi sighed, looked at the dumb student, and answered for him, "The reason why you came here is indeed related to yours. Looks have something to do with it, but more importantly your character."

    "Do you still feel that you can be an idol casually? Or do you feel that you can't communicate sincerely with people?"

    The always cheerful blond boy froze for a moment, as if he had ended a certain pattern, rarely restrained his expression, pursed his lips, and replied somewhat indifferently: "...I don't know."

    "...So I came here for this reason." Yang Yu said calmly, as if talking to himself, then raised his eyes to look at Gong Guangxi, "Since you know, teacher, then should understand."

    "I want to be an idol in order to find a new meaning of existence."