One-star Idol Counterattack Plan

    When Star Dou finished the action, no one seemed to react.

    What should be considered a complicated dance movement, seems to be completed in one breath, making the dazzled audience unable to slow down and immersed in the impact.

    But the two teachers who have seen all kinds of big scenes do not belong to this ranks.

    Gong Guangxi glanced at the record sheet at hand, and nodded at Xingdou: "Okay, you can go down."

    The tone and expression of her speech have not changed, but she can faintly feel that she is in high spirits.

    Feng Xuesong, who has always been serious, also rarely nodded: "Yes."

    It's really amazing, Yang Yu actually heard some praise from his words.

    When the black-haired and green-eyed boy passed by Yang Yu, Yang Yu felt that his heart was about to beat out, and it was extremely noisy in the quiet classroom.

    He forced his composure, desperately trying to stabilize his mind, but he acted calmly in front of Xingdou.

    In an instant, Yang Yu calmed down.

    In other words, I woke up from a fan-like mentality as if I was frozen.

    That look didn't have the contempt he imagined, and there was no gentle encouragement, just like staring at nothingness, clean, not even his figure entered.

    That's all too obvious - he hasn't been taken seriously.

    Inexplicably, Yang Yu was awakened by that look, and after watching Xing Dou return to his alone corner, he suddenly understood the meaning conveyed by everyone's behavior of avoiding their gaze a moment ago.

    This teen is not like anyone here.

    They are not one level.

    So you can't go to see him, otherwise...you will be led into the abyss by that figure, sinking into the abyss where you can only watch this person.

    "Where did the monster come from, that level is too unreasonable." Xia Yuan didn't seem to be looking at Xing Dou, but he frowned and adjusted his glasses, and said something like a compliment in disguised form.

    Anmus also responded in a deep voice: "Indeed. And it's a lone wolf, you can tell by looking at it."

    The two of them said something like being afraid and staying away, but Yang Yu was thinking in his heart that he must get to know each other when the exam is over.

    Such a powerful person is in front of you, and it would be a waste not to get acquainted.

    And... in this place, only the appearance of Xingdou is worthy of him.

    Yang Yu thought a little complacent.

    After eating gluttonous delicacies, and then tasting the congee and side dishes, you will feel a huge difference no matter what.

    The current situation is also the same. After Xing Dou's performance, the dance performed by anyone after him seems to have less charm. It's like eating steamed buns that have been left for most of the day. Although they can be eaten, they are not delicious.

    And some people seem to be worse than the people at the beginning.

    The last highlight of this exam was Yang Yu.

    No way, this person's face is too eye-catching. Although the dance moves didn't reach the level of Xia Yuan and Anmas, they were still able to dance, and with that extra face, there was really no way to say that he did a bad job.

    After everyone's performance, after about ten minutes of discussion, the class instructor directly announced everyone's results.

    Rankings are reported from low to high.

    Xingdou was not surprised to hear that the last three were the same ones from the first few performances.

    Becoming an idol, one of the most basic and most important factors is the ability to drive emotions.

    Though the three were not fully prepared, it was not because of this that they failed. After them it wasn't that nobody performed badly.

    The biggest problem for them is that they show their panic and panic directly on their faces, revealing the scene that they can't be seen by the audience.

    As an idol, every minute and every second standing on the stage must be glamorous.

    Those who sell dreams have to be dreams themselves.

    Xingdou has long been enlightened.

    Once the three people who will be leaving the class have been selected, the others are safe. But the unique position of No. 1 will still make the boys who are still young in their blood curious.

    The students stretched their ears and listened carefully to the rankings, while their eyes kept lingering on Xia Yuan, Anmas, and Xing Dou.

    Yang Yu's ranking is seventh, which is an extraordinary performance.

    The higher the ranking, the more powerful it is.

    When they reported to the top five, the names of these three people still did not appear. In the top four, some students were already betting privately on who was the first.

    Then, finally came to the top three—“…Third, Xia Yuan.”

    Hearing his name, Xia Yuan felt the sympathetic glances from the other students, and immediately stared back in annoyance, still unforgiving: "I think, to get this ranking, at least Shouldn't be sympathetic to guys like you. Or do you have unrealistic ideas?"

    Such a scolding made those people turn their attention away, refocusing on the remaining rankings, and waiting for the final result.

    Who?

    Who is better, lion or rose?

    Anmus' expression became cold, his golden pupils focused on the translucent virtual screen, and he couldn't help clenching his fists.

    Others even wrote their curiosity and expectation on their faces, so they almost squeezed away the class guide and rushed up to read.

    Even Xingdou, who didn't seem to care that much to others, quietly raised his head and looked at Gong Guangxi who was deliberately hanging on everyone's appetite from a distance.

    Feeling Xing Dou's sight, Gong Guangxi seemed satisfied, raised the corner of his mouth, and slowly said the name: "Second..."

    This is a test, not only a test of ability, but for Xingdou, it is the key to test whether it can change the plot.

    If he loses here, he'll have to find another way.

    The hooded teenager stood in the corner, suppressing his rising heartbeat, awaiting trial.

    "Second... Star Dou."

    The final word.

    He lost.

    I never slack off this week, and I worked hard to practice, but I still couldn't beat them.

    At that moment, Xingdou felt that his soul was cold.

    My eyes were sore, and my heart gradually sank into the black sea.

    The fluffy feathers were not caught, but were carried away by a gust of wind, to a place beyond reach.

    Perhaps this is a common ending to being an unremarkable, non-dramatic character. A small supporting role like him should not be able to defeat the five stars who are the protagonists no matter what.

    But he did it again, just to change this ending.

    This is just a small failure of an attempt, and he can't stop there, and he can't just give up.

    What he is looking for cannot be defeated by such a disappointment.

    This solution doesn't work, so try another solution.

    Among the countless paths, there must be one that can lead to his success.

     Before he noticed, the other students had already finished talking. Some of them were students who believed that Xing Dou would win. At this moment, they were very dissatisfied with the result, and even wondered if the teacher was blind.

    Some students who believed that Anmus would win showed an attitude of "strength decides everything" and felt that there was nothing to argue about.

    The two parties did not dare to quarrel under the eyes of the teacher, so they established a class group on the spot, and were secretly using the virtual screen to defend their views and engaged in a bloodless "kill".

    But aside from these two parties, the one who could not accept this result was actually Anmus himself.

    The tall black-skinned boy frowned and brought out a fierce look, and his naturally low voice had nothing to do with softness: "Teacher Gong, are you sure that this result is fair? "

    He didn't think he would lose, but he also didn't think the dance called Xingdou lost to him.

    It may seem contradictory, but the truth is, he cannot accept such a victory.

    "Of course." However, in contrast to Anmas' doubts, Gong Guangxi's expression was calm, and he also affirmed the answer, "This result is unanimously agreed by me and Mr. Feng, and there are corresponding grading standards. , is not an arbitrary result.”

    "Instead of doubting this score, you should probably think more about what you have learned from this exam, and whether you have seen yourself clearly."

    There was no smile on the face of the blond, green-eyed man, and his expression was cold, as if it was his first time as a teacher, not the idol everyone longed for, and gave such an admonition.

    "What's the difference between those who are on stage and those who are offstage, do you understand?"

     "Those who set foot on the stage must be responsible to all the audiences under the stage from the very beginning. Without such awareness, they are not qualified to enter this world."

    "Do you really have a clear conscience in your performance?"

    As soon as these words came out, no one dared to question them.

    No one dares to pat his chest and say that he has done everything he should and can do.

    Anmus pursed his lips with a vague expression of unwillingness, and stopped talking, turned his head and glanced at the man in the corner who seemed to be neither happy nor sad, leaving only a sigh.

    "Okay, now the ranking of the last classmate is over." The party who caused the silence effect of the audience was leisurely, and quickly returned to his gentle and gentle expression, as if he was in high spirits continuation process.

    Last ranking?

    Even if he understands, but when he hears that the first place belongs to Anmus, he probably won't be able to sit still.

    Xing Dou slowly got up, ready to temporarily leave everyone's sight and stand outside the classroom for a while when he heard the ranking.

    At least, as a loser, he doesn't want people to see him lost.

    As a hindrance, at least stick to your attitude to the end.

    "Second!"

    Second?

    Xingdou turned his head sharply and looked over there.

     Gong Guangxi on the stage seemed to have anticipated it long ago, smiling, and didn't think there was any problem at all.

    "Teacher, did you read it wrong?" Someone carefully raised a question, and it seemed that he was influenced by the previous lesson, so he didn't dare to question it directly.

    "No." Gong Guangxi denied it, "Didn't you hear clearly? Then read it again—Anmus, second place."

    Looking at this man's expression, it really doesn't look like a joke.

    Is that true?

    Second?

    Two second places?

    No first place? That is, no... lose?

    Xing Dou realized that he might have fallen into some kind of misunderstanding, gave up the pace of leaving, and walked towards the crowd decisively.

    After passing through others easily, he stood in front of Gong Guangxi, on the same side as Anmas, who was also dazed, and asked the teacher who gave the strange result: "Mr. Gong, Teacher Feng , I think I need to explain."

    "Me too." Anmas glanced at the young man beside him, and also looked at Gong Guangxi and Feng Xuesong with bright eyes.

    Facing the two students with amazing momentum, Gong Guangxi did not panic at all, the old **** sat down on the ground, and even put on his signature smile: "What do you need me to explain? classmate."

    Feng Xuesong seemed to have handed this matter over to him. He didn't say a word. He just looked at the two students, and then glanced at the other students who were just about to move. He directly expressed his attitude.

    "About why there are two second places." Xingdou was concise.

     "Huh? So, this is just the result obtained by the review, is there any dissatisfaction?"

    "It's not dissatisfaction, it's just that I can't understand why there is no first place." Anmus took over.

    "Is there anything that needs to be explained?" Gong Guangxi seemed to really not understand, and tilted his head.

    "The reason why there is no first place, of course, is because—you are not qualified."

    As if seeing through everything, the line of sight swept across Xingdou and Anmas in turn, with undeniable correctness: "Your level, at most, will get second in this game. It's not that easy to get first."

    At that moment, the boys who felt provocative inevitably exuded dissatisfaction.

    But Gong Guangxi didn't care, just looked at Anmas calmly and gave an evaluation:

    "Anmus's dance is very good, but the too personal style makes this test dance lose its original softness. I said it at the beginning, it can be perfect Only those who reproduce can get high scores.”

    "When you are a solo idol, of course, personalization is very good. But our work is not only ourselves, and we often need to work with more people. At this time, your personalization will only become a team. burden."

    "Well, by the way, it's not good to have too much personality, so Xia Yuan lost to you by a few points."

    Xia Yuan, who was suddenly mentioned, stiffened, and Fu Fu glasses did not dare to refute.

    After saying this, Gong Guangxi didn't care what the sullen Anmas was thinking, just stared at the star on the other side, and said slowly:

    "There is almost no problem with Xingdou's dance. It perfectly reproduces the dance, but also has its own style, and it does not affect the dance itself."

    "It stands to reason that you might be able to get the first place. But your problem lies more in yourself-Xingdou, you lack communication with other people. On the stage, you regard yourself as alone Soldiers, maybe that doesn't make you nervous, but on a real stage, it makes you a one-man role."

    "The stage and the audience are one. You only care about the stage, but not the audience. Your performance is your own performance, not the audience's."

    Xing Dou understood that what he said was right, and there was no way to refute it.

    For a long time, he was only fighting on the stage alone, so he just remembered to pay attention to himself.

    After all...there is no one in the audience.

    So he couldn't learn such a method for a while, didn't know how to convey his feelings, and didn't know how to achieve empathy, so he could only support the stage by himself.

    Looking at the two students, they seemed to understand, Gong Guangxi was in a better mood, but at a glance, he caught a glimpse of the other people poking their brains, and he knew what he knew.

    "You look like you're watching a joke. This is not a good habit. Do you think this kind of problem only occurs on them? Or do you think you can be complacent without talking about yourself?"

    "Today is a suitable opportunity, and it is just time to let everyone understand how they were chosen here."

     Gong Guangxi smiled like an angel, especially brilliant and handsome, but spit out sharp words like a devil:

    "Abandon, a class that may be abandoned at any time."

    "You are a bunch of problem children, understand?"