One-star Idol Counterattack Plan

    Yang Yu seemed to be a little longer in the conversation room than the other students.

    I don't know what they were talking about. When Yang Yu came out, he bowed his head slightly, his blonde hair half covered his expression, and he found a quiet corner to stay.

      Yang Yu as a friend.

    Xia Yuan caught a glimpse of the hesitation on his face, and put his hands around his chest: "Don't you want to do something? Don't waste your time."

    He sneered: "If you can't bear this setback, it's better to give up being an idol as soon as possible. This is not a place for laymen without professionalism to set foot."

    Xia Yuan's voice was much higher than usual, and it was clearly transmitted to the surroundings.

    Many people looked up at him because of this, surprised, angry, dissatisfied... But the blond boy seemed to have never heard of it, still silent and motionless, as if he was trapped in his own world and couldn't extricate himself.

    The white-haired and black-skinned boy fixed a look in that direction, remembered Yang Yu's usual appearance, and forcibly looked away, not looking at him: "You are right. It’s impossible to cross at all, it’s not suitable for that kind of stage.”

    After speaking, the two fell silent, each thinking about the content of the previous conversation.

    Xia Yuan and Anmas were numbered earlier than Yang Yu, so they naturally understood that Gong Guangxi was talking about their own issues, not just the stage.

    If it is about oneself, then the reason why everyone is silent is obvious. Almost no one is willing to tell their secrets, Yang Yu is like this, and they are no exception.

    Xia Yuan still remembers the anger that flashed in his heart and the feeling of powerlessness that followed when Gong Guangxi lightly exposed his secret.

    "There are a lot of things in this world that we can't change." The blond and green-eyed teacher said calmly, "What you have is a gift for some people, but for you It's poison to people."

    "But in fact this poison is given to it by you, and it is harmless in itself. You are stubborn and struggling with it every day, it is meaningless and cannot change the status quo. "

    The purple-haired boy thought of this, subconsciously pinched his glasses, tried to straighten himself, and calmed down his uncontrollable mood.

    Anmus, who was sitting on the other side, was in a much better condition, probably because he had already understood his own problem, and his expression was the calmest among the people who came out. He was sliding the virtual screen, Focus on what's on it.

    Someone curiously asked him what happened, and got an answer that seemed to be no problem: "Mr. Gong asked me what kind of dance I like and what kind of idol I want to be."

    The questioner E was confused: "That's it? So how did you answer?"

    Xing Dou noticed the abnormality of his classmates, and became a little cautious about Gong Guangxi's conversation, his hands kept moving, his external expression was very calm, and he looked carefully at the one he got Ticket details.

    Seeing this, he couldn't help but secretly warm blood for a moment.

    Although he guessed that the tickets that could get Wen Lun's hands would not be ordinary things, but he did not expect that it would actually be performed by the world-renowned troupe "Kaluka" drama.

    The performances of the Kaluka troupe have always been renowned for their emotional, superb acting skills and unparalleled dialogue skills. As long as it's their performance, it's bound to be packed.

    So their drama tickets are as hard to grab as they can find the missing letter in tens of thousands of program codes at a glance, which is linked to strength and luck.

    The ticket that Wen Lun gave him seems to be a bit more delicate and gorgeous than the one sold on the website, plus the private signature on the back, it is not difficult to think that this should be Private ticket given by an insider.

    Wen Lun is indeed mysterious, maybe he found a channel to get this ticket.

    Compared to this guess, Xing Dou was more inclined to some kind of connection between Feng Xuesong and Wen Lun, which got him the vote.

    Each five-star should have its own development path. It is not unusual for Wen Lun, who has excellent acting talent, to be accepted as a disciple by former god-level actors.

    Xingdou was thinking about what kind of performance he would see when he heard his student number.

    He responded, ignoring the secretly peeping eyes of others, and calmly walked into the conversation.

    Gong Guangxi gave me a cup of tea as usual, and when someone took it, he officially opened the topic: "Xingdou, do you remember my evaluation when the school started?"

    —Your stage is lonely, you cannot see the audience under the stage, only yourself.

    The black-haired boy stiffened for a moment, then nodded: "Remember." Then his hands under the table clenched slowly.

    He realized that what Gong Guangxi wanted to mention might not be a simple stage evaluation or competition training.

    "Then I'll get straight to the point." Gong Guangxi folded his hands and rested his chin.

    "Xingdou, who are you... who are you?"

    The boy who was questioned paused for a while, raised his green eyes, and seemed puzzled: "What are you asking? You can't understand my origin, can you?"

    The past of all the students of the Idol Academy has been rigorously investigated, and it is impossible to infiltrate strange people.

    "It's not about your background." The blond man rejected the answer, "It's about why you are the way you are now."

    "The very high level of strength and stage quality among the peers, the skillful and calm attitude in the face of the stage, and at this moment...the calm eyes when you look at me."

    "Sometimes you really don't look like a student, but more like..." Gong Guangxi paused here, accentuating the second half of the sentence, "Like someone who has already debuted and experienced a hundred battles. Idol."

    Xing Dou's long eyelashes overlapped lightly, and her pale lips slowly spit out denial: "...You look up to me. I'm just a student."

     Gong Guangxi looked at him, remembering the expression on his face when Class A went to the stage of the first game, and she didn't believe Xingdou's honest account.

    Between her thoughts, Gong Guangxi decided to take a step back: "I won't force you if you don't want to say it. But there is one thing I hope you understand."

    The blond man has bright eyes and a warm smile: "As your teacher, I will not refuse help from students. If one day you feel that the secret is too heavy, you can hand it over to The adults are responsible."

    "As children still in school, you have the right to act like a spoiled child to the teacher."

    Like some kind of oath, the person in front of me said this.

    Generally speaking, this is an excellent way for students to generate trust and deliver their sincerity. Even if it cannot reach this level, it can dissolve some of their guards and gain some trust.

    But the black-haired and green-eyed boy quietly stared at his teacher for a while, then slowly averted his eyes and said in a flat tone, "Thank you, I will come if needed."

    Completely a formulaic tone, no oil or salt.

    Tsk, bad boy.

    Gong Guangxi was speechless in her heart, but she still looked like a close teacher: "Then skip this matter, let's talk about another important thing."

    "Xingdou, do you hate your classmates?"

    "...Why do you think so?" After thinking for a moment, he chose to throw the question back.

    "Up to now, you are the only one in the whole class." Gong Guangxi began to give an example, "Once the get out of class is over, not only will no one know your whereabouts, but you will often be found in the class. If you don't get a response, you usually ignore them when you meet them... From various phenomena, you can only come to the conclusion that you hate them."

    "I don't need to tell them my whereabouts, I will show up when needed." Xing Dou dismissed those questions with a cold face, "Those people in the class who are looking for me have nothing important, just for the sake of Have fun and make fun. Whether this class will last until the end is unknown, I don't think I should put my energy into useless interpersonal relationships."

    Every word is indifferent and cold as ice.

    The class director sighed for his remarks and shook his head: "Such an indifferent attitude will be rejected by everyone."

    "It doesn't matter." The black-haired boy seemed obsessed, "I don't need them to really accept me. Now that Class A can unite, it is also forced by the situation. When it comes to fighting alone, no one will Willing to help my future opponents."

    Hearing this, Gong Guangxi stood up, quickly stretched out his hand, bowed his fingers slightly, "snap".

    Unexpectedly, Xingdou's head popped on Xingdou's forehead, causing him to cover his forehead with a "uh", his face full of confusion.

    "Although the industry is indeed such a rule, but you child is too inhumane." He showed dissatisfied eyes, "A lone wolf can't defeat a flock of sheep. It will fall down with a huge force."

     "Young brat, don't show such desperate eyes!"

    "I didn't. I just..." There was no other choice.

    These words must not be spoken.

    So he swallowed his voice, closed his eyes, and opened them with a stubborn gesture: "You're right, I really don't like them."

    This is also true.

    He couldn't love those who stood on the wider ground in the first place, but...he couldn't hate those who shined brightly on stage.

    A boy who yearns for the stage, how can he not move for the stage.

    How can you not be attracted by the performers who seem to glow.

    That was his dream, the old days that were once out of reach.

    …

    In the end, the conversation ended with Xingdou's unilateral non-cooperation.

     Gong Guangxi was so angry that he saw this troublesome student and his teeth were itchy, and he threw him out directly, with a threat of "If you lose the next game...".

    The dark-haired boy with a particularly relaxed expression turned around calmly and returned to his original seat. The subtle coldness and resistance made others dare to watch from a distance, talk in private, and dare not discuss one or two in person.

    Most of the discussion content was excitedly guessing, what happened to make Gong Guangxi that fox angry, and he was not damaged at all and retreated.

    In the end, it must be said that not only will it not cause trouble, but it can also deter people as powerful as Gong Guangxi.

    Or they obtained Gong Guangxi's secret by means of counter-threat.

    Unwittingly, Xing Dou's untouchable aura was strengthened again, and some people even secretly spread the strange rumor that the behind-the-scenes boss of Class A was Xing Dou and Xia Yuan Anmas was his subordinate.

    These things were just an afterthought for Xingdou, who was immersed in the game at that time.

    The students of class A ended the conversation one after another, and Wen Lun, a transfer student, was the last one.

    The pink-haired boy sat obediently in front of Gong Guangxi, waiting for the teacher to talk, but only got a meaningful look.

    "It stands to reason that I really should talk to you about a lot of things." Gong Guangxi held his forehead with one hand and swiped on the virtual screen with one hand, a little loose, "But the one who made the decision to agree that you come to Class A is Feng Xuesong. He also said that he hopes to train you personally, so I won't do this for the time being, it's still the beauty of being an adult."

    Dong Ruoming's eyes flashed across Wen Lun's body: "To be honest, you hide it pretty well, if it weren't for the emotions that occasionally leaked because some people were close to Star Dou, I probably wouldn't have found anything unusual. , you are indeed a good seedling of acting."

    "But in any case, hurting your classmates is forbidden, you have to control it." There is a deep threat in the casual words, "Otherwise, let's not talk about your dropout, the person you are chasing. You will also be regarded as a fly and a mosquito, and I am afraid that you will not be able to avoid it.”

     Gong Guangxi's eyes were burning, as if waiting for a promise.

    "I understand." Wen Lun replied with a smile, with a soft tone, "I just don't want that person to see me in such an embarrassed state. So I won't act out of bounds."

    What he wants Xingdou to see is Wen Lun who is clean, gentle, and belongs to the light.

    Not the powerless Wen Lun who fell in a dilapidated alley, devoured by the darkness.

    Here must be a completely different and unconnected new Wen Lun.

    From the time he came here, he had already made a choice - to kill the old days, abandon the past, and then, rebirth.

    He wants to be the one who matches the shining stars and who can dedicate everything to him.

    There is no need for him to do so, even if the person never asks.

    He also has an unspeakable pious attitude and wants to watch his only star at close range.

    "I will never let go."