One-star Idol Counterattack Plan

    No line performance.

    On the stage, from a personal point of view, expressive and infectious things include expressions, actions, clothing, music, lines, etc. Among them, the lines that can best express the character and the emotional state of the characters are the lines they say and the expressions they make.

    It can be said that a performance that lacks lines will reduce its influence and appeal.

    In general, no one pays much attention to characters who have no lines on stage, like those group performances on the edge of the stage, in unlit corners. They only leave a shallow shadow that blends into it as part of the background.

    In previous drama performances, there were even times when the number of lines represented the importance of the role.

    Those who can be ruthless, delete lines from their own performances, and simply use their own performances to attract attention and infect emotions, must have unshakable faith, fearless courage and Unparalleled strength.

    It's definitely a bold attempt for this game.

    Once you take a step and perform poorly, not only will you not be rewarded for not having lines, but you will also be criticized as one of the reasons for not doing well.

    But Wen Lun avoided this possibility and completed an excellent performance on stage.

    This is pure strength, not any external force, nor is it something that can be summarized by the so-called game plot.

    In any case, as a performer, Xingdou thinks he is indeed worthy of applause.

    "My God...what did this guy eat to grow up, how can he act like the real thing." Yang Yu also looked at Wen Lun's stage and couldn't help sighing, "There is At that moment, I was emotionally moved, and I felt so sad."

    "The team after him is going to be unlucky." Anmus felt that their odds of winning had increased, and at the same time, he felt that the competitive pressure within the class had become terrifying, and received the sentence in a complicated mood. , "Fortunately, Yang Yu, you are behind him in the two groups, otherwise..."

    He didn't say the second half of the sentence, Yang Yu already understood: "What, don't underestimate us, no matter what, no matter what, we have also practiced seriously."

    "At least not the worst in the class." He added in a lack of confidence.

    Xia Yuan heard the words, turned his head to look at him up and down, and his eyes were full of surprise: "Before I really couldn't imagine how a creature that had no correct understanding of itself would survive. Eye-opening, it's really strange."

    "I will return this to you as it is." The blond and blue-eyed youth sneered, "You can live safely to this day, you have to thank our legal system."

    The bickering between the two did not last long.

    Firstly, Yang Yu had to go backstage to prepare for the performance as soon as possible, and secondly, Wen Lun came back after the performance.

    The performance just now was too shocking. When Wen Lun returned to the lounge, the audience was silent for a moment, and then someone took the lead in applauding and whistling, and surrounded him like cheers, chattering praised.

    "I can't tell, Wen Lun, you are so strong!"

    "You did a great job! You won't have to worry about the number of votes this time!"

    "How do you usually practice Wen Lun? Can you reveal some tricks?"…

    The surrounded pink-haired boy was smiling, expressing gratitude and answering questions from time to time, looking very calm.

    Yang Yu's sense of Wen Lun has always been biased towards the impression of being cheeky, shameless, and eccentric. Even if he witnessed a commendable performance, he was not willing to go to peace at all Wen Lun, who didn't say a few words, came close, let alone touted him.

    I immediately bypassed the crowd, brought my team members, and walked quickly towards the stage.

    Xia Yuan and Anmas were not the type who would take the initiative to please others.

    "Speaking of which, why do you always treat Yang Yu like this?" Anmas glanced at Yang Yu's back, and suddenly became curious about this question.

    Although he often acted together with Xia Yuan before, the two mostly communicated academically, and did not deeply involve each other's background or heart.

    In this state, they don't inquire about each other's ideas much.

    Now they have gone through two games together, they have been through thick and thin together. Moreover, Xia Yuan's attitude during this period did not seem to be as aggressive as it was at the beginning, which made Anmas vaguely feel that if he asked him this question at this time, he might get an answer.

      What are people angry about?"

    He didn't wait for Anmus to guess, and gave the answer readily: "It's contempt and laziness."

    "That guy knows exactly what kind of capital he has and what kind of attention he can get." Xia Yuan remembered the meeting at the beginning of the school, his eyes flashed, "Indeed, he What you have is a gift from God, it is not something that is forcibly taken, and it is understandable to make full use of it.”

    He held his glasses and his expression became cold: "But the person who relies on this tricky approach to stand on the same stage as me can't make me not despise him."

    Is that so?

    Anmus sighed silently, thinking that it was not good to continue following this topic, and changed the direction: "You don't seem nervous at all. After watching Wen Lun's performance, it seems that there is no A little shake."

    The purple-haired and purple-eyed youth couldn't help raising the corners of his lips, but he didn't want to be too obvious, so he forcibly suppressed a few arcs before speaking as calmly as possible: "He did a good job, the relationship between the team members Works well too, but…”

    "We have another powerful weapon."

    Anmus followed that deep-meaning gaze and saw the black-haired boy who was watching the stage intently. After looking around, he didn’t find much abnormality, and he was curious—what are they trying to do?

    During the conversation between the two, Wen Lun had already sent away all the classmates around him, greeted his teammates, and walked in a certain direction.

    "Xingdou." He called out, and naturally sat in the same row with a slight distance, his eyes were firmly fixed on Xingdou, he couldn't help but hope that he could take a look at him, like a prayer The cracked ground of the rain, the devout believers who pray for favor.

    Wen Lun knew that this state was not right. Although he usually hoped that Xingdou would pay attention to him, he would not have such a heavy and sad desire.

    When Feng Xuesong first saw his performance, he told him one thing tangled: "In terms of talent, you are the first talent I have seen in ten years. A student who plays extremely fast and has such a strong performance."

    "It's a great talent, but at the same time it leaves problems that are not easy to solve. When you substitute a character, you leave a residual emotion that is projected on others. You have to learn to control, not to Be deceived by the false emotions of your own creation. Remember you are you, not a character in the play."

    Wen Lun remembered these words, and of course he could relate to the current situation. He understood that he had not completely freed himself from Asa's feelings, but he also knew that he could not solve it in a short time.

    After all—his Jacob was right in front of him, how could he not be the follower Asa.

    Just as he was in a trance, a cold and clear voice of the young man stabbed him for a moment: "What's the matter?"

    “…How do you like my performance just now?”

    Wen Lun didn't expect Xing Dou to respond to him, and Xing Dou, who was immersed in the stage, might simply ignore him.

    Getting a reply at this moment is both apprehensive and surprising, and some of them don’t know what to say. But of course he wouldn't say "nothing", but he didn't control his mood and asked his thoughts directly.

    The pink-haired boy with a smiling expression became nervous in his heart: Even if he was mentally prepared, if Xing Dou directly said that he was disgusting, ugly, and boring, for him, who had not let go of his feelings at the moment, how to deal with the gushing out Sadness is good...

    Fortunately, Xingdou is not one of those people who would casually say bad things about professional performances.

    For the fields he aspires to and earnestly explore, he has always responded with the greatest seriousness and caution, and seldom easily denied or belittled.

    "Not bad." The black-haired boy said lightly, didn't say much, only gave a general evaluation, as if he had to give a perfunctory answer according to the etiquette among his classmates, and like Yes, there is nothing to say or not to be interested in.

    But even so, Wen Lun's high-lifted heart fell: "You feel good."

    "But." The man didn't finish his words, and finally turned to look at him, Shencui's eyes were as clear as a mirror, like a lake, "We will not lose to you."

    It was a look that was extraordinarily determined, neither cowardly nor withdrawn.

    "...I look forward to it." The pink-haired boy smiled.

    Time passed in the conversation and discussion, the teams on the stage changed one after another, and soon it was Yang Yu's team to play.

    Class A paid a lot of attention to the stage in the first C position, consciously restrained the voice of the conversation, sat on the seat, and looked at the projection screen.

    The lively and bright music sounded, and the stage was also sunny and sunny.

    In the splendid garden, which is full of beauty and flowers, a blond boy dressed in gorgeous clothes and wearing many precious accessories came out surrounded by everyone.

    He raised his chin slightly, raised his eyes, looked at the man with a crystal ball in front of him in a large black robe, and made no secret of his arrogance and arrogance:

    "Hey, I heard you're an exotic potionist? What would you do?"

    The eccentric potionist looked up at the young master-like figure, hoarse his voice, and said slowly: "Potionist, of course, he can only make potions."

    "...What kind of potion do you want? Your honorable lord." The lips exposed under the potionist's hood grinned in a strange tone.

    The blond and blue-eyed youth frowned, seemingly dissatisfied with this man's attitude: "I said you can do anything? Then if I want the potion that will never die, you can give it to me too?"

    "Of course." The potionist laughed twice, took out a bottle like magic, and handed it to the boy.

    "If you dare to lie to me, you will die." The boy took the potion, looked at it curiously, and swallowed it without hesitation.

    The wind was blowing, and the dark clouds suddenly rose.

    The strange potionist laughed, sarcastically and happily: "Congratulations, you are immortal!"

    Then the blond boy fell back and fell unconscious.