One-star Idol Counterattack Plan

    For the second game, the Idol Academy opened two virtual light and shadow stages, using the most advanced scene simulation devices, which can accommodate 5,000 spectators and provide immersive viewing effects.

    In other words, students in the second grade do not have to run back and forth, nor do they need to prepare too much in advance, but can directly confirm the stage effect, set the desired scene, and conduct rehearsal .

    There are 16 teams in this competition, and each team has 15 to 30 minutes of performance time. Even if the minimum 15 minutes is calculated, it will take a full four hours. Performance.

    In addition to the intermission, voting, etc., it is definitely not something that can be done in just two mornings or two afternoons. So the second game was played over two full days, divided into first-half and second-half groups.

    Before the game, Feng Xuesong told Class A that in order to prevent the aesthetic fatigue caused by the difference between the scenes and settings in the same two periods, resulting in excessive voting differences, the order of performances is not according to the class, but individually The teams are sorted by lottery.

    The interval between each performance is about ten minutes. If the first two teams are the strongest team in the two classes, and the next two are the weakest team, there must be two performances Gap, the results of the vote will also be polarized.

    By performing excellent performances and other methods, the result will be artificially subverted, and the total number of votes in the final class may not reflect the true strength.

    This is also what the college wants to avoid after considering it.

    "Each team can ask the captain to draw lots." Feng Xuesong succinctly explained the location of the lottery and the competition process, "Others will follow me to pick up the clothes. If there is any need to modify it, let me know as soon as possible."

    The four captains who were selected stood up, glanced at each other, did not show anything in front of the teacher, and went out to the lottery location.

    Xing Dou watched them leave silently, faintly feeling that their atmosphere became a little weird, but he didn't care much, and with the other students, he followed Feng Xuesong.

    And just as he thought, Xia Yuan and his party were far away from the classroom and the teacher, and some people couldn't help but speak out.

    "Anmus, which direction are you going to perform this time? Magic or fantasy?" Yang Yu approached the white-haired, dark-skinned boy with a curious expression on his face.

    "It's magic." Anmus replied, looking him up and down again, "Are you sure about your role this time?"

    "Ha, ha, it's alright." Yang Yuliang was a little nervous when he talked about this topic, rubbing the back of his head and his eyes wandering.

    "Humph." Xia Yuan laughed disdainfully in front of him, not hiding his voice at all.

    "What are you laughing at!" The blond boy stared nervously.

    "It seems that Teacher Gong and Teacher Feng don't have to worry about no one drinking tea, and the others don't have to worry about bottoming out." The purple-haired boy sneered, and anyone could hear the implied contempt.

    Wen Lun kept quiet among the three of them, shrinking her presence.

    "That's right, you should really think about what kind of guilty faces you should wear with your tea!"

    What he said meant that Xing Dou was bound to lose. He didn't think Xing Dou should be invited to tea.

    "Of course, only you should go." He rolled his eyes, cleared his throat, and added an additional condition.

    Xia Yuan wanted to go back, but they had already arrived at the lottery place while they were talking. People from other classes came one after another, and they were looking at others curiously. No matter what, it was not a suitable occasion to promote "family ugliness".

    So he replied without a smile: "Really?"

    After all the people came, the process proceeded very quickly. They received the lottery results without delay. They quickly returned to the divided lounge and reported the results of the lottery.

    The overall luck of class A is not bad. The four teams have two games in the morning and afternoon, and they are not consecutive performances.

    From the morning to the afternoon, the teams are Wen Lun, Yang Yu, Anmas, and Xia Yuan.

    "It's not bad." Feng Xuesong is not dissatisfied with this order, but is worried that the Xia Yuan team in the last group will not be able to because of the mental state of the audience. get better votes.

    "The next stage is your stage." He didn't express his worries, just patted the students on the shoulders and gave them encouragement. "Whether you win or lose, it's just two small steps in your life. The important thing is that you must have a firm and strong heart."

    "I wish you both the best of luck and success." Facing the seventeen students, the brown-haired man showed two smiles on his traditionally serious face.

    "The two of us will definitely win!" The teenagers responded loudly with burning eyes.

    Xingdou is also among them, silently clenching his fingers, secretly making up his mind - you can't lose!

    The waiting time is fleeting. After intensive preparations, 70% of the audience is full of players, all of whom are full of expectations.

    The stage formed by the interlaced brick walls with a high sense of technology and transparent ice blue was darkened, and only two concentrated lights hit the host who appeared on the stage.

    This time, the host didn't have too many fancy announcements and interactions. After a simple greeting, he immediately reported the list of people who were going to perform and the theme of this time, and he stepped down neatly.

    It is estimated that there is really not enough time... Xingdou guessed when the host left in a hurry.

    The huge stage is disassembled and reorganized in an instant, the virtual projected image can be seen rough from both eyes, and it is instantly real to the real, and the music that sets off the environment gradually rises, passing through the audience clearly In his ears, he wandered throughout the theater, outlining a unique atmosphere.

    These are two of the facilities that the college is proud of, the so-called virtual light and shadow projection, or as it is often called - the creation of the second world.

    Xingdou looked a little surprised at the figure that appeared on the stage.

    The red-haired, red-eyed teenager was wearing a simple striped shirt and black trousers, turned sideways, his hands in his pockets, and walked slowly down the street shrouded in darkness.

    The straight and empty streets seem to be in the style of the last century. There are no full-coverage lights and guides, and there are no robots that always clean the streets. There are only two rows of dim yellow lights, and Distant dim stars.

    Xing Dou remembers him, that is Jing Liu from Class C, the so-called genius composer.

    So Class C is the second one this time? Is this luck good or bad?

    He looked at the stage quietly with this doubt.

    The red-haired boy on the stage didn't look very energetic, his hair was messy, and his clothes were wrinkled and unorganized. He hunched his back subconsciously and looked down at the road ahead.

    The two of them walked on this seemingly endless street, only sighing occasionally, but not stopping.

    The dim yellow street lamp elongated his shadow, pulling out two huge black shadows that did not match his depressed appearance at all, as if two could swallow him.

     But Jingliu didn't look back, didn't care about the shadow, and moved forward.

    Until he suddenly heard a second footstep that didn't belong to him.

    Turn their heads to look, two silver-haired teenagers in wide black clothes quietly followed his shadow and smiled at him.

    "Who are you?" He looked at those red eyes, full of puzzlement, "I've never seen you, why are you following me."

    The boy who appeared inexplicably blinked and replied softly: "I have to follow you, I have always followed you. Just because you didn't see me, didn't notice me, doesn't mean I don't exist. "

    "You two have been here?" The red-haired boy repeated suspiciously, unable to see any other reaction on his calm face, and asked twice, "Who are you?"

    "Yes, please don't doubt these two points. I'm always there." The teenager emphasized twice, as if asking for advice, "Do you want to know my name? If you do, I will never leave again."

    "Then if I don't know who you are, will you go?"

    "No." The silver-haired boy shook his head, "I'm still here. It's just that you don't pay attention to me occasionally, and who pays attention to two guys who don't have names. When I'm very happy and excited, I even think about it. won't remember."

    Jing Liu frowned, as if he was thinking hard, and finally he felt that he didn't want to think about this weird guy all the time, so he gave up asking.

    And he tried several times, but he still failed to get rid of this man.

    As the silver-haired boy said, he always has a way to show up and always follow him.

    So Jing Liu reluctantly accepted this uninvited guest as his companion on this endless road.

    This long road is not always dark, it has time, rain and snow, but there is no forwarder except him.

    Sunny or blizzard, day or night, he didn't meet anyone else.

    The only two discovered accidents followed him firmly, never taking the initiative to speak or express opinions, and followed him quietly and silently.

    "Don't you think that cloud just looked a bit like two ducks?"

    The red-haired boy sat under a tree to rest, pointed to the sky, and couldn't help but ask the silver-haired boy who always followed him.

    The silver-haired boy glanced at him, turned to him again, and said softly: "Don't you think the cloud just now looks a bit like two ducks?"

    It was a very cold and similar tone. The similarity lies in the cadence of the words, and the indifference lies in the lack of emotion.

    Jing Liu was stunned, stared blankly at the young man for a long time, and tried to say again: "Did you see the pale yellow flower before?"

    "Have you seen the pale yellow flower before?" The silver-haired boy repeated in that tone.

    "...Are you just repeating what I said?" Jing Liu was a little angry, and his voice became rude.

    "No." The guy replied this time, "But I can't give you the response you want. My identity prevents me from doing that."

    "Who are you?" Jing Liu couldn't help but ask again, "Even if you follow me forever, tell me who you are."

    The silver-haired boy looked at him earnestly and smiled faintly: "I am alone."

    The red-haired boy froze again, his expression stiff.

    Seeing these two scenes, Xingdou immediately understood the strange incongruity before - loneliness will not respond to you, he will simply return those expectations and reflect your own appearance.

    The performance on stage continues.

    Jing Liu, who understood the identity of the silver-haired boy, no longer tried to talk to him, nor regarded him as his companion. He knew in his heart that it was just a projection of his own heart.

    The young man is still on this road alone, sometimes it is a smooth downhill, sometimes it is a muddy swamp, and sometimes it is a high ground that is difficult to climb. There was no one to help him, and he was sweating and panting as he marched on in a state of embarrassment.

    The clothes that were originally clean were also worn out at two o'clock, but he didn't stop to care.

    Until one day, Jing Liu met two people.

    He didn't know when and how the girl got here.

    He just paused and followed the girl involuntarily. He didn't pay attention to the distant target in front, nor did he see the silent loneliness behind him. On the way to go, he pursued her without hesitation.

    I don't know when, his clothes became clean, his expression became firm, and his walking posture became correct.

    The distance between him and the girl narrowed a little, and his eyes lit up.

    The self-proclaimed lonely silver-haired boy followed him silently, just like before, hanging his head and saying nothing.

    After a long time, Jing Liu still did not catch up with the girl. At a narrow fork in the road, the girl who brought him up here didn't look back, fell into a bottomless fog and left his path.

    "Where are you? Where am I going?"

    The red-haired boy called twice, but got no response. He stood at a fork in the road, dazed for a long time, then understood something, and finally couldn't help crying.

    Transparent water droplets wet the ground, making this clean road slightly muddy.

    After calming down, he turned around and suddenly wanted to see the loneliness behind him.

    "Are you still alone? I want to talk to you, even you, even if you only repeat my words. I don't want to lose anymore."

    I saw two pairs of blue eyes.

    I don’t know when, the loneliness with silver hair and red eyes turned into the appearance of silver hair and blue eyes.

    "Lonely?" he called softly, suspiciously.

    However, the silver-haired blue-eyed boy shook his head: "I am not lonely, although I am similar to loneliness, but I am not him."

    "Who are you?"

    "I am—love." He answered firmly, "I was born out of your loneliness."

    "We are two parts of two, so we are similar."

    "Why were you born? When were you born?" Jing Liu asked in confusion, "Why have I never felt your existence?"

    "I am with your loneliness." The silver-haired blue-eyed boy said calmly, "It's just that you never noticed our differences."

    "The moment you saw the flower was me, and when you wanted to tell someone you were lonely. We coexist in your body, alternating every two moments of thought."

    "My birth was your wish."

    "My wish?" The red-haired boy's face was filled with sadness again, "But I have lost love now, why did you appear?"

    "It is indeed your wish." The man who claimed to love nodded, "What you lost is the love of two people. It is not the concept of love, the existence of love. I am here to prove that you still have Desire and have love."

    "Go on. Don't get lost and don't look back."

    Two silver-haired teenagers appeared in front of him at the same time, two left and two right, in unison:

    "We will be by your side until the end of this journey, and love and loneliness will last forever."