One-star Idol Counterattack Plan

    "This stage change is quite interesting." Yang Yu stared at the screen and sighed, "When the two of them appeared at the same time, the two people behind the protagonist who was the traveler kept moving, But it was completely invisible."

    From the audience's point of view, the red-haired boy walking in front hardly turned his head, and he didn't notice that there was an extra silver-haired boy behind him.

    Being the lonely one has a wonderful relationship with love.

    When the red-haired boy kept advancing, Ai slowly showed his body, but he did not talk to Lonely, and the three walked together for a long time.

    After meeting the orange-haired girl, the silver-haired and red-eyed "loneliness" figure gradually dimmed, and the silver-haired and blue-eyed "love" wandered casually among the boys and girls.

    The orange-haired girl saw him, but the red-haired boy never noticed it.

    When the girl fell into the fog, "love" and "loneliness" briefly met and looked at each other like a mirror.

    "But the shortcomings are quite obvious." Anmas put his hand on his chin, "The conflict is too weak. For a small number of people, it is a stage with art and philosophy, but in It is more inclined to entertainment and noisy occasions, and there are not many people here who seriously appreciate it.”

    "Except for the infectious music, there are almost no surprises on this stage." Xia Yuan commented mercilessly.

    "Such a script suffers too much. Even if the emotions are expressed smoothly, it is difficult to gain widespread recognition."

    In the lounge, the teacher of Class C sighed while watching the stage that didn't get a particularly good response.

    "After all, children have their own ideas, we can't force them to make changes." The teacher of class B reassured, "Fortunately, they did express their own ideas and themes. ."

    The class leader of Class C didn't answer, but shook his head.

    "Looking at the reaction from the audience, our stage this time is probably not very popular." Jing Liu sat in the backstage temporary lounge, holding a towel and covering his face, his tone was dull, " Luckily, as the first game, we didn't get a bounty. What's worth looking forward to is that the next team is still our class. I remember that their group's performance plot was much more interesting and twisty. Good votes."

    "Hmm." Makiyama Yusuke responded, a little frustrated, "I actually like our script...mystery and philosophy, as clean and clear as falling snow, always like Salome Don't you find it boring to be trapped in a momentary relationship?"

    "Compared with complex love entanglements, purer and broader emotions are more exciting." Makiyama Yusuke agrees with this point of view.

    The team member who was dressed as a girl also nodded: "I want to express a type of person rather than showing the image of a certain person."

    "I know this is the reason why you chose to join forces with me." Jing Liu put down the towel and forced a smile, "But the truth is, as the teacher said, this is not a likable script. As the lead writer, I'll take responsibility for that."

    "The teacher didn't reject your idea of ​​trying this script, it's not your fault." The silver-haired blue-eyed boy frowned, "I have also consulted everyone on this matter, and they all Agree to do a simulation in this style, wouldn't you?"

    "Your talent lies in music, not drama." The other of the twins also said, "As idols, there are not many in our class who are good at script. You should apply for assistance from the beginning, You can write that you have completed the obligation to correct, and you don’t have to blame yourself.”

      ."

    "In the end, I still don't have enough strength." After Jing Liu said this, he didn't know what to say for a while, so he fell silent.

    The pressure of the first game and the disappointment of being the first player to not live up to expectations pervaded them.

    What Xingdou saw during the break was this group of people who seemed to be shrouded in an invisible haze.

    He should have ignored them, should have paid no attention to those who did not shine properly. However, in his mind, the faint loss and strong spirits of these people after the game appeared uncontrollably.

    Failure is a common occurrence, especially when it is the first time to experience the stage.

    No matter who you are, you will gradually learn from failure and grow.

    As an enemy, he should not be meddling.

    Did anyone reach out to him in that blurred dream?

    "...Hello." The black-haired boy stood in the corner, half shadowed by the lights, "Why did you choose such a script?"

    He patted the back of his head as usual, and smiled: "It probably happened suddenly. But as you can see, this kind of risk is quite big."

    There is a bit of bitterness in the words.

    The twins recognized who the person who suddenly appeared, but they had just suffered some kind of blow and realized their own flaws and inadequacies, so they did not dare to appear in front of him for a while, and quietly squeezed in their other Behind a teammate, lowered his presence and quietly pricked up his ears.

    The boy in women's clothing who didn't understand what was going on looked blank.

    "But the most important thing is that your script is not prominent enough, isn't it?" The black-haired boy raised his sharp eyes and pointed to the center of the problem.

    The four of class C fell silent.

    For a moment, the girl dressed in women looked up and questioned dissatisfiedly: "Then how do you write this script?"

    Xing Dou glanced at him with a light expression: "This is what you should think about, not me to give the answer. But at least I know that you have missed something when you describe your life."

    "What do you want to say?" The silver-haired and blue-eyed boy looked up at him with unwillingness and anger.

    Xingdou didn't care much, and continued: "The path you designed is too peaceful."

    "As a traveler in life, he should fall a dozen somersaults, encounter several impassable bridges, and even repeat stupid actions in the same place, or find his way, or Find a wrong direction, or fall off a cliff, like a chicken in soup, like a homeless dog, like someone who has experienced enough hard work to stand up."

    "He was so embarrassed that he cried bitterly, he struggled so hard that he didn't want to get up, and he was so depressed that there was no hope."

    "The tears are dry and you can go on."

    "At least he should understand that the ubiquitous failure is just a part of ordinary life. If you walk past it, there will be nothing."

    “…”

    Jing Liu was stunned, he looked at the black-haired boy in front of him, noticed the reminder behind these rather cold words, but was confused by the reminder.

    Why tell them this?

    They are not familiar and are rivals.

    He didn't have time to ask the question, the person who said a lot of aggressive words had already turned on the virtual screen, looked at them as if they lost interest, and sneered:

    "Forget it, what a waste of time with the loser. You guys did a good job, I've managed to get rid of the boredom of rest, keep going."

    Then walked into the lounge without looking back, separating the distance between them.

    "What the **** is that..." Jing Liu felt a sense of familiarity, as if Class A played the **** of death in the last game, but couldn't think of a name.

    "That's Tong Heyu, Tong Heyu." Makiyama Yusuke, who got out at some point, leaned on his shoulder and revealed his identity.

    "It turned out to be him!" Jing Liu suddenly realized.

    He once listened to Tong Heyu's arrangement, and was deeply impressed by this person who was very contradictory inside and outside, and he remembered it when he mentioned it.

    "So he did a disguise before... Maybe even his name is fake." He quickly thought of the question and turned to the twins, "What is his real name?"

    "The star. The star in the sky." Makiyama Yusuke leaned on the other side and muttered, "It's really like a star, dazzling and bright, and now it still points the way to people in the dark. Although It doesn't sound good at all."

    The red-haired boy couldn't help laughing: "What, are we in the dark?"

    The twins gave him a hand, walked forward at the same time, straightened his back, looked forward, the same unyielding eyes appeared in the eyes of different colors, the gray depression and loss on his body seemed to be invisible 's big hand brushed away.

    "Well, that's why I have to rush out and find a new light."

    "Next time, I don't want to lose again."

    When Xingdou returned to the lounge, the performance of the next team started.

      A more humorous way to deduce the theme.

    Comparing the two, the number of votes will be significantly higher.

    "Is it a blessing in disguise?" Xing Dou glanced at the stage and felt that rather than deliberately letting his classmates get a high number of votes, they would probably prefer to win glory by themselves.

    The behavior may have been impulsive just now, but he does not regret it.

    He doesn't think defeating an opponent who has no fighting spirit is anything to brag about. He said that if he steps on these five-stars, he will not accept that useless opponent who is devastated.

    After this team performed, it was Wen Lun and the others.

    In order to play in time for the game, the members of the Wen Lun team have already changed their clothes and waited at the back of the stage.

    Xingdou was still curious about their performance, and immediately looked at the projection screen seriously, ready to observe carefully. He didn't know what Wen Lun could perform today, whether it was a level he could beat, or how long it would take him to win.

    Ten minutes after the last set of performances ended, the stage re-lit with the slight sound of aircraft floating.

    Under the deep and distant night sky, a huge white column stands proudly, with finely carved patterns and patterns around it, it seems that you can feel how carefully crafted by skilled craftsmen.

    A stunning piece of art, if not shattered in half.

    There are more broken walls around this column, half of the walls collapsed, most of the statues destroyed, the broken railings, the fallen spine... From the outside, it is completely deserted The place, can only vaguely recognize the glory of the past.

    "There seems to be nothing left in this place."

    "If there is anything of value, I'm afraid it will be taken away long ago, how can it be our turn to be cheap."

    The two who disembarked from the aircraft were wearing uniforms with a white background and blue rims and uniform hats. They looked around and chatted with disgust.

    "Anyway, look for it first, maybe there is something left. I heard that this sect has a secret method that can make people stay young forever. If we find it, we will be rich."

    One of them held back his temper, soothed his companions, and walked towards the place that was probably the sanctuary.

    "We split up, you can go over there and see." He also reminded.

    The soothed companion whispered a few words, and reluctantly walked in the other direction.

    The people who were rummaging in the sanctuary removed a few heavy stones, and then carefully groped for the places that could not be removed. After a long time, they found only a few broken bottles and portraits that were ruined to be seen. .

    "It's so bad." He spat, and his mood gradually became irritable.

    However, his companion shouted at this time: "Hey, Isis, come and see this!"

    Found something good?

    Isis turned happy and hurried over: "Jerry, you found..."

    "Should there be any weird things in here, such as dark wizards, three-headed dogs, mud monsters, etc.?" Isis hesitated, not knowing whether to open the floor.

    "But it may also be treasure, beauty, or valuable information!" Jerry's attitude was more positive, he tried to encourage his companions, "If we can find the so-called secret of eternal youth, we will send it. !"

      worth."

    "Crackling", the dusty wooden board was violently opened from the outside, and the stale air choked the two of them to cough for a while, before carefully looking down.

    "There seems to be only stairs here, we have to go down." Jerry glanced over and made a suggestion.

    The first step has been taken, and Isis doesn't care about this detail, he nodded and followed his companions.

    As they slowly descended, the entire field of vision gradually darkened, and then slowly lit up, and the stage scene shifted to the ground without a trace.

    Isis and Jerry turned on their portable lights. After reaching the last step, they couldn't wait to illuminate the cellar to search, but they were disappointed when they looked up.

    There is no other reason, this cellar is clear at a glance, except for a person lying in the corner, there is nothing.

    "This kind of ghost place can't have living people. It's boring to have a corpse." Isis didn't bother to look at it, and made a direct judgment.

    "Tsk, come here for nothing."

    Jerry turned a few times in dissatisfaction, frowned, walked to the corpse, crouched down, and wanted to find something out of him.

    But just as he was about to reach out, he felt something was wrong.

    The boy who thought he was dead stared at him quietly, as if he was staring at an insect running in front of him.

    "Ah!" Jerry was startled, fell back to the ground, trembling in horror, "He, he is not dead!"

    "I don't know!" Jerry took a few steps to safety before calming down.

    The two confronted this unknown creature for a while, and it took a long time to confirm that he was harmless.

     Not sure it was a living person and not some terrifyingly vivid machine.

    After a brief discussion, Isis and Jerry decided to take the person away and hand it over to the upper management to study what is weird about this guy who can live without eating or drinking.

    They worked together to successfully bring the boy to the aircraft, and also brought scattered small gains. After setting the destination, they started the aircraft and rushed to the deep and unknown universe very quickly.

    The huge meteorite "Bangdang" passed by, smashed the stable flying aircraft, flashed past Mars, and fell straight down.

    The two people sitting in the aircraft didn't have time to say anything, they were involved in the explosion and disappeared into the depths of the universe.

    The only unscathed pink-haired mysterious teenager sank into the universe with the impact, and closed his eyes subconsciously.

    When he opened his eyes again, there was a curious person in front of him.

    The guy was seventeen or eighteen years old, with golden hair and eyes, and he was a little surprised to see him: "You woke up! It was strange when I picked you up from the forest. , how could someone fall into such a big pit and still not die. You are amazing."

     Those who were judged as puppets by Isis and the others did not answer, staring at the void like dead water.

    "Can't you speak?" The man blinked, opened his mouth and tried to make a mouth, "Speak-speak."

    The pink-haired boy still did not respond.

      Wait, I'll see you tomorrow." After speaking, he hurried away.

    The puppet-like person is ignorant and silent, sitting in the dilapidated wooden house when he wakes up, expressionless.

    Arrived at the same time as the morning sun on the second day, the blond-haired and golden-eyed boy greeted him with a smile: "I'm here! Today I brought you hot scones, which are delicious. It's like honey in your mouth..."

    He seemed quite happy as he chattered about his life.

    "By the way, look at me, I forgot to introduce myself, I'm Jacob." He suddenly remembered something, patted his head, turned to look at the silent pink-haired boy, "What's your name? ?"

    Jacob did not get a response.

    But he was not depressed, his eyes rolled: "You don't understand what I said now, and you don't want to say it, then, then I'll give you a name."

    "Asa, your name may be called this, in our language, it means the man who fell from the sky."

    The boy called Asa remained silent.

    "I gave you a name, from today onwards, we can be friends!" Jacob smiled and passed the cake in his hand.

    Asa didn't touch, and his eyes didn't move.

    "Hmm..." Jacob looked at him, suspecting that there might be something wrong with his new friend, after all, such a state of resisting and ignoring is rare, "It seems that I have to pay a lot of money. It will take a little time for you to respond to me."

    From this day onwards, the blond teenagers often come here and bring all kinds of things to Asa, sometimes delicious things, sometimes fun toys, sometimes living rabbits or Weird bug.

    Jacob soon found out that Asa could survive without food and water, but he didn't give up. He kept bringing things he liked and talking about the little things around him.

    But the pink-haired boy did not move or respond, only the surrounding things were constantly being updated and replaced, and even the dirty clothes were replaced with clean white shirts.

    Jacob took care of him for four or five years with an obsession, until one day, rubbing his long blond hair, he walked into the familiar wooden house and coughed twice with a tired face:

    "Sorry Asa, I'm sick, I may need to go to the hospital for a while. I'll come back when I'm better."

    He looked at the unresponsive friend carefully, coughing and laughing: "Actually, I always find it incredible, why can I persevere in doing such a thing? It seems that there is no hope at all. ."

    "Perhaps, I just think, Asa, you can feel it all. About the deep and quiet sky, about the delicate and beautiful flowers, about the gentle wind blowing your face... The world is so vast , why are you trapped here?"

    "I hope you wake up, I hope you fall in love with the world, Asa."

    The blond young man shook his body when he stood up, coughed and left the wooden house.

    Since then, it has not appeared again.

    The sun rises and the moon sets, the morning and evening roll, and everything returns to silence.

    On a sunny day, a bird chirped, chiseled the window paper of the wooden house, and let a small beam of sunlight shine through to this forgotten corner .

    The boy who looked like a doll didn't respond at first, but then turned his eyes extremely slowly, like a rusty robot, quietly staring at the beam of light on the ground.

    As the sun went down, the light moved away from the child inch by inch, and eventually it disappeared.

    Asa moved slightly when the light disappeared, and then he put his hand on his chest stiffly.

    The heartbeat in the background gradually became clearer, as if something was about to rush out.

    He frowned slightly, as if he didn't understand what emotion it was, and why he was covering it here.

    But as the heartbeat he felt gradually enlarged, he involuntarily grabbed his chest and opened his mouth slowly, as if he suddenly felt difficulty breathing, he began to take small mouths pant.

    Then his breathing became bigger and bigger, as if he was breathing as hard as he realized after drowning. His eyes were unknowingly overflowing with water droplets, and each time he breathed hard, it suddenly slipped from his cheeks, brushing the dust on his cheeks, making ugly marks.

    The dusty ground was wetted by the patter of water, making it a dark circle.

    It seemed like a long time, and it seemed like only a while later, he finally made a voice, not like a human voice, more like a beast, but a very painful mourning shouted.

    The voice seemed to contain the strength of his whole body, and the fingers of his clothes were turning white with force.

    After breathing slowly and gently, he struggled to move his body, as if he could not control his body very well. Ground, step by step, approached the place where he last saw the sun.

    Asa stretched her fingers into the air, trying to catch something. He looked there expectantly, his black pupils shining brightly.

    But nothing came up.

    Asa stretched out his hand until his arm was too weak to support, and fell back to the ground from mid-air.

    The pink-haired boy stubbornly stared at the roof where he could only see a little bit of the night sky, his eyes slowly filled with tears, at first it was just a very small sound, then the sound gradually became louder, and finally where he lay, like Weeping like a normal person.

    He finally came to his senses, after the only one who taught him to love him left, after he realized that he would never meet again.

    After the light you want to restore is gone.