One-star Idol Counterattack Plan

    "It's a great idea!" Anmus nodded to Xiao Tao, his cold expression softened, causing the praised child to puff out his chest proudly, as if he only showed off his beautiful tail Peacock.

    No matter what the outcome will be, he can't look back, and he won't look back.

    Even if he fell into the same abyss in the end, even if he continued to struggle in the dark, he did not regret it.

    "Well, it's a good dream." The black-haired boy smiled and responded to the children who were waiting for a reaction.

    Anmus didn't notice any difference when Xingdou took the initiative to answer, but after hearing this seemingly sincere sigh, he turned his head and glanced at his companion.

    This classmate named Xingdou, as always, makes people unable to understand the idea.

    Looks like she doesn't think about anything other than victory, but asks about defeat at the very beginning. Has anyone who was so strong ever hesitated?

    He understood that this was not the time to explore these thoughts, these thoughts flashed through his mind and were quickly pressed to the bottom of his heart.

    This conversation about dreams continues.

    With the precedents of being praised, and the expressions full of encouragement, the children are more and more impatient to express their dreams, and rush to raise their hands and shake their arms, as if fluttering in the wind branches.

    "I want to be a writer and write a lot of interesting stories and help every child who needs a friend to find his own story."

    "I want to be a historian, I want to explore a long, long time ago, no one knows, everyone has forgotten the history, and then tell everyone, let them praise me!"

    "I want to be a toy dealer, I want to play with all the fun toys in the world, and then use them to make friends, whoever plays with me, I will lend him all my Toys. Well, except for the robot Dad made me."

    Full of fantasies and childlike dreams, told in those tender voices.

    They are all children who have not yet grown up, with sparkling eyes and shining dreams.

    Xingdou couldn't help being moved by such pure enthusiasm and expectation. Perhaps because he was on the road to realize his dream, he felt more solemn and precious in those words at this moment.

    Anmus also praised them: "It's good to have a goal, so everyone should remember to work hard for it." He used to bring a tone of preaching to his younger siblings.

    At this moment, someone shook their hands unhappily, puffed up their cheeks, and indicated that they hadn't said anything yet.

    That is the child who wanted to ask Xingdou for candy, called Huaqin. Ammus called out his name graciously.

    The child stood up and said with a proud expression: "I will be a dessert taster in the future. I eat countless delicious desserts in the world every day, and rank them among the best and the worst. Delicious, and then let everyone know what dessert is delicious."

    Then he smiled at Xingdou: "Teacher, I am very good at distinguishing which candy is delicious, if you don't believe me, you can try it."

    …It’s a very thoughtful dream. If you don’t talk about health issues, you really enjoy it.

    Xing Dou suddenly understood the child's intention to ask for candy, but also knew that if the candy was really given out on the spot, I am afraid this class would be boiling. So he pretended not to be interested, shook his head, and didn't accept the offer to give it a try.

    Hua Qinjian was rejected, and immediately puffed up her face after sitting down, her nose was squeezed up, as if she could hang a small pot.

    Anmus thought it was just a child's sudden temper tantrum, didn't care too much, gave praise step by step, and then said some motivating words that the child could understand.

    Xingdou walked over one by one, and according to the negotiated process, gave each of them a small golden cork star as a reward. In the end, while others were not paying attention, he gave Huaqin a candy.

    The moment the child pinched the candy, he showed a silly smile with missing teeth, his mouth opened and closed, and he said thank you.

    Xingdou didn't make a very obvious expression, just nodded slightly.

    The class ended with the ringing of the bell, the children were noisy in the classroom, Anmus and Xingdou breathed a sigh of relief at the same time.

    "You all look tired." Teacher Jian, who had been watching without interruption, stepped forward with a smile, "It's really easy to take care of children at first. I don’t know much about them, but they are actually smart kids with a lot of tricks in their hearts.”

    Xingdou agreed with this and nodded. Anmus was relatively calm: "It is indeed the case, that's why educators are needed."

    "Yes." Teacher Jian exclaimed, "That's why we are here."

    The not too long rest time passed, and Anmus's previous preparations came in handy. He proposed a role-playing class, commonly known as playing home.

    Anmus did as much preparation as possible in a short period of time, and brought different styles of clothing, such as fairy tale styles like princes or princesses, supernatural combinations of monsters and supermen, robots and The scientific and non-scientific mix of Magical Girls, etc.

    He showed those clothes one by one, and the children below exclaimed one after another, staring at his favorite clothes, eager to try on his face.

    "We draw lots to decide the roles." Anmus' dignified expression stopped their eager hands.

    "What kind of story are you going to perform?" Xing Dou sighed silently as he watched the children get their clothes after drawing lots, with expressions of joy, anticipation, or laziness.

    "Aren't you going to take your clothes?" Anmus called out, noticing Xingdou standing beside him.

    "?"

    Xing Dou pointed at himself blankly, and got a positive answer from the other party: "I prepared your clothes, after all, you have to accompany you to act as a teacher, right?" Teacher Jian on the side nodded, But she also said she was not involved.

    Compared to the variety of clothes for children, the clothes for adults are more monotonous.

    One set of lion puppet costume, one set of black cat puppet costume, one set of black and white maid costume.

    "...Why did you wear a maid outfit?" Xing Dou didn't understand what Anmas wanted to do as a boy when he prepared a maid outfit, did he have a special hobby?

    A black-skinned boy with a height of 1.9 meters who likes to wear maid clothes...

    Thinking of this, the look in his eyes gradually became strange.

    "No matter what you are thinking, keep your head down now, I only found two clothes." Anmus twitched the corners of his mouth and explained, "The last one is in the puppet costume. Yes, I didn't choose it."

    Xingdou nodded and believed him, and chose the lion puppet suit, leaving the black cat suit.

    Anmus looked at the clothes in his hands, and at the ones in his own hands, helplessly holding his forehead: "Xingdou, are you serious?" No matter how his complexion looked, it was like a black puppet Does it not fit?

    "Of course." But he only got an unmoved answer from the other party, and in the end he couldn't change into the lion's suit.

    The two people here are trying to take care of the children, trying to mix in with the children, and other people in class A are also doing their own activities.

    However, other activities have greater benefits and greater challenges than the type that has a long-standing position like Star Dou.

    Yang Yu was sitting in the room where the MV actor's second round of interviews was held, and felt the slight scrutiny and hostility of others. He changed his cheerful, smiling, and even a little silly appearance at school in the past. , with a cold face, quietly reading the script.

    He passed the first round easily. As originally imagined, he, who has a great advantage in appearance, was successfully promoted without introducing himself a few words, and entered the second round of playing with the heroine.

     But at the same time, Yang Yu has also become a thorn in the eye that other people competing for the same position absolutely cannot accept.

    He is clearly isolated.

    "Perhaps this is the so-called need to get rid of the most threatening enemy first?" Yang Yu muttered to himself, not surprised by the situation in front of him, but also feeling narcissistic, "Does that mean, Should I be the strongest here?"

    This kind of indifference that maintains a level of face is not worth mentioning compared to the malice she once received.

    "This is a necessary journey, but still... I will miss school a little." He couldn't help sighing slightly, his blue eyes looked a little sad, "At least it won't be so boring, see They're all the same boring guys."

    "I don't know how Xingdou and the others are now..."

    Yang Yu didn't know, just as he was thinking about this sentence, it happened that another person was talking about it.

    The actors running for the TV series will only be more, not less, than the MV. After all, there are not many characters in an MV, and the possibility of being able to stay is correspondingly low. The TV drama is different, requiring many actors to complete the shooting.

      time sooner or later. Instead, they prefer to choose actors who fit the role and have acting skills.

    This system sounds too strict and does not give too many privileges to those who have worked hard for many years in the entertainment industry. But in fact, if he can gain a firm foothold in the entertainment industry with his own acting skills, then his mastery of familiar roles is inherently advantageous, which comes from years of accumulated experience.

    The role Wen Lun wants to play this time is a small supporting role who has some scenes in the previous episodes, and is probably the type on the last few pages of the cast list. But even so, there are still many competitors.

    Those competitors have at least been in the entertainment industry for a while, and they know more about the shooting process and how to play characters on the screen than him. Even if you are not a professional, you can figure out your own set of methods without systematic study.

    In contrast, his only advantage is his talent.

    But there is no shortage of talented people in the world.

    Wen Lun was waiting below when he saw a very young man running for the lead role.

    It was just a very simple performance that made him stunned.

      powerful.

    Can I do that too?

    Rarely, Wen Lun doubted himself for a moment, especially when he found out that the man was actually a graduate of the idol training academy.

    "What do I need to do to become that great?"

    "Xingdou... what did you think of me at that time?"

    "How is he now?"

    The pink-haired boy sat under the stage waiting for the performance, an uncontrollable longing rose in his heart, and he really wanted to see that person with a cold face.

    But he understands that in order to run to that person, he needs to suppress the confusion at this moment and face it seriously.

    Compared to Yang Yu and Wen Lun's hard work in acting, Xia Yuan really felt what a personal stage looks like.

    The concert guest he chose was not difficult to get a seat due to the connection between the school and the seniors. But getting a seat is just the beginning, and these talents in preparation for the concert are truly in dire straits.

    In the last century, there was a saying that the earlier the concert, the better. There are two reasons. On the one hand, it is necessary to book venues, sell tickets, draw up invitation lists, select songs, etc. On the other hand, singers need a little time to adjust their status and practice.

    With the development of the Internet and various technologies, the process of booking venues has been simplified to the greatest extent, just like the class competition can quickly book venues and sell them. So now the preparation for the concert is almost the same, the arrangement of the singers.

    As an invited guest, it is naturally part of the arrangement.

    In addition to Xia Yuan, there are three other guests in this concert. They are all newcomers to participate for the first time, and the reasons for coming to participate are different. Newcomers from the same agency, juniors who have been in close contact recently, etc.

    As a newcomer, there are many things to learn, such as moving on the stage, singing selected songs, communicating with the audience, and communicating with the instrument teacher.

    In order for them to get used to the stage as soon as possible, a simple dress rehearsal was conducted at the end of each day.

    Xia Yuan has always been a more serious character, and did not complain about the boring training and rehearsal, and accepted it obediently. But when these beginners know that they are on the rehearsal stage, understand that there is no audience under the stage, and they have the opportunity to do it again, it is easy to feel contempt.

    With such a slack mentality, the performance will show a bit of laziness and indifference, and it is even more nonsense to try my best.

    So I stopped halfway through, and it became the norm for others to talk and play on stage.

    Soon, their psychology was discovered by the host of the concert, the senior.

    The senior called the group of juniors together, his eyes were as cold as ice picks, and his voice was even more furious: "There is only one chance on the stage, even if you make a mistake in the middle, even if you feel ashamed for it, even if you want to immediately When you leave, you have to bite the bullet and grit your teeth to persevere and complete each performance, which is the most basic requirement of being an idol.

    Don't think that you can always start over like a rehearsal, there is no rehearsal on the stage, there is no interruption, you are all spoiled by the rehearsal that can be repeated again and again, and you don't know what the real stage is. Kind of. Now that you have decided to go on stage, give me a complete end and take the responsibility of stepping on the stage! "

    Xia Yuan was too afraid to answer. He knew very well that if he spoke rashly at this time, he would definitely be attacked like a storm. This is not in the school, no one will speak for him, let alone the identity of his student.

    Here, he will only be treated as a responsible adult.

    "It seems that these days will not be easy..." He adjusted his glasses and thought silently, "It seems that we can only work hard to acquire this knowledge."

    "I wonder if someone will choose a particularly relaxing event, such as variety shows like Star Dou and Anmus?"

    But contrary to what he imagined, taking care of small children is not an easy job.

      .

    In addition, I do not know the importance of things and do not understand many things, and it takes a lot of energy to discipline.

    Xingdou and Anmus were bewitched by the children who appeared to be well-behaved at first, and let their guard down, and the result was torture after a nap.

    Reinvigorated children explore the world and express curiosity in a variety of ways.

    So soon, they began to mediate the conflicts between the children, between the children and toys, and the teachers... The messy little things directly caused the two to have no real contact. The powerful idol reservists, the bear boy, were too busy.

    The torture of physical and mental exhaustion until they watched the last child be picked up by the parents.

    "...At least my younger siblings are not." Anmus replied hesitantly, thinking that he should be gentle with them when he went back. Compared with these children, the younger siblings are already very easy.

    "It's hard work." Teacher Jian stood beside them with a smile, "The children look very happy today, you are great teachers. Welcome to come again next time."

    "Thank you." The two responded politely.

    "But not next time." Anmus was decisive.

    "Not suitable." Xingdou also shook his head.

    The brothers and sisters looked at each other and confirmed each other's thoughts - there will be no next time, absolutely not!

    Mr. Jian laughed when she saw this scene, Xing Dou and Anmas couldn't help but twitch their mouths.

    When they dragged their tired bodies back to the villa, this rather tiring day was not over.

    Xing Dou returned to the villa only to find that the two seniors had returned long ago. Drooping, like a reed bent down, with an unknown pressure.

    "Did the seniors do anything special today? It seems very tired." Xing Dou was a little curious about what they had gone through. Sit down on the sofa to rest and ask a question.

    Anmus sat on the other side, also waiting for an answer.

    "It's nothing." Yun Zhengqing was weak, lying on the sofa looking more loose than in the morning, like a mass of silvery white that was about to become fluid, "I cut white radishes all morning, Then I cut carrots all afternoon...I don't want to see carrots in my life."

    ...It turns out that this senior brother can make such a collapsed sound, and the morning is still fine.

    Xingdou suddenly felt fortunate that he had chosen a decent career, at least he didn't have to cut radishes for a day, or even suffered from radish phobia.

    Jiang Cang next to Yun Zhengqing also complained of grievance: "Ah~ wedding planning is really, boring, dead! I thought it was a very dreamy career, and I could arrange various What kind of wedding or something. But the truth is I'm just a brick, where do I need to move it! There is still such a cumbersome profession in the world, such a romantic but not romantic career."

    "It's been hard work." Anmus silently comforted him. After trying to compare, he also found that he was lucky.

    They sat for a while, and soon after the two hosts returned, there were two more paralyzed corpses on the sofa.

    Today, everyone in this villa has been tortured by work, they have no energy to chat, and they don’t want to see the next work card for the time being. Let's talk about the new job. Of course, this is also the result of a little connivance from the director.

    After dinner, everyone went back to their rooms and the shooting ended.

    Xingdou took a break and clicked on the information he got before to continue his study. He didn't know what kind of experience other people would get this time, and what kind of things they would learn.

    After reading the book for three hours, the time quietly came to Xingdou's usual sleep time.

    For some reason, he didn't really want to sleep. He lay on the bed and closed his eyes for fifteen minutes.

    Seeing the light outside the window, Xing Dou quietly got out of bed, walked quietly to the small rooftop of the villa, sat on the edge, and looked up at the sky.

    The dark blue sky seems to hide all the secrets, the silvery moon hangs in a corner, and the dense stars reflect the desire of those who look up.

    "It seems to be getting closer." The black-haired boy stretched out his hand, probed for the distant stars, and whispered, "If you want to go to a higher place, you must go."

    The boy was silent, staring at the starry sky without saying a word.

    It wasn't until a rustling sound came from behind that he turned his head, and a touch of red hair appeared extraordinarily flamboyant.

    "Are you looking at the stars? How about with me?" The uninvited guest laughed cheerfully and sat aside, "I also like looking at the stars."

    Jiang Cang didn't ask why Xing Dou didn't sleep, why he was talking about these topics here, he just said that he also wanted to see the stars, so Xing Dou couldn't refute, let alone leave.

    "Whatever you want," he finally answered.

    The two were separated by a distance, looking at the starry sky and thinking about each other, the atmosphere was somewhat harmonious for a while.

    "Xingdou, you also want to be an idol, right?" Jiang Cang's tone softened, as if he was afraid of disturbing something, or as if he simply wanted to open up the topic, "Why did you stand up? Where's the stage?"

    "..." Xingdou certainly couldn't answer him, but the answer in his heart was vague.

    He didn't know why he was talking about this topic and kept silent.

    Jiang Cang was not angry, as if he had expected it, he turned his head, and his cat-like blue-green eyes glowed with a warm light in the night: "The reason for standing on the stage is very important, otherwise there will always be There are times when you encounter an insurmountable dilemma and you don’t know what to do. You must see this clearly before you can continue to stand up. This is a kind reminder from seniors.”

    After he finished speaking, he got up and walked slowly to the edge of the roof. The breeze blew up his sleeves and outlined his beautiful waist. At this moment, Jiang Cang seemed to be a catkin that was about to be blown away, and his figure was a little shaky.

    He turned his back to Xingdou and asked, "Xingdou, do you think the stage is lonely?"

    "Yeah." This time Xingdou responded to him.

    The stage is lonely, because only I am the performer, and no one can understand his mood.

    Sadness, happiness, excitement and depression, only he can feel it. Xing Dou thought this was the norm for many people and answered calmly.

    "But I don't think so." The red-haired man opened his hands as if to welcome the world, "Someone said this: Reality is the desolation of sensuality, and people are not connected, but Lonely."

    "But it's different on the stage. The moment the lights are on, we have a connection with the audience. We can connect with everyone, share the joys and sorrows of that moment, and we are not alone at all !"

    "As idols, we have the most resonance in the world! How lucky!"

    Lucky…

    Xingdou held his heart and felt that something was surging there, beating faster than usual. His thoughts were dyed with the temperature there and surging.

    He said in a voice only he could hear: "Well, lucky."