One-star Idol Counterattack Plan

    Yes, no one wants to lose.

    "But that's not why you can betray you!"

    Yang Yu almost thought it was something he couldn't help saying, but the voice came from next to him, obviously not him.

    The classmate's eyes widened, as if unable to suppress his anger, he shouted that sentence to the indifferent black-haired boy. The others in Class A of the first year also looked indignant.

    “…betrayal?”

    Xing Dou's voice was a little puzzled, and Shencui's eyes looked over with no emotion: "When is it possible for me and you to use this word?"

    These extremely cold and ruthless words, like a sharp blade, opened the relationship between Xingdou and them, and also awakened Yang Yu and other people who subconsciously divided Xingdou into their own side.

    Yes, from the very beginning, Xingdou never showed the attitude that he would definitely be on their side. Previously, due to the class competition, everyone had to unite, but now it is a single-player game, and everyone is fighting for themselves.

    Without the group that needs to be maintained, where is the betrayal?

    Yang Yu opened his mouth and closed it again, and finally turned his eyes away. He didn't know Xing Dou that well, but he knew that Xing Dou's slight alienation and rejection of them was true, and the decisions they made were not something they could change with a few words.

    Although he felt aggrieved and wanted to pounce on the corner of Xingdou's clothes and shake it, his reason still told him that it was useless to do anything now.

    What position does he have to ask Xingdou to always be on their side?

    "This guy..." Anmus loosened his clenched fists and cursed in a low voice, no longer trying to get more answers, refusing to see the person who gave them up so easily.

    Unhappy, but also a bit stunned, the man I saw before with a gentle smile under the firelight was like a phantom in a bubble, and disappeared with a poke.

      "This sarcasm is a bit weird, like self-deprecating. The strength of the grip on the palm slowly loosened, and the flame in my heart began to burn.

    "You bastard!" Understand the meaning, the person who asked at the beginning gave up asking for an explanation, just gritted his teeth and dropped a sentence, turned his head and stopped looking at him, "I see You were wrong!"

    The rest of the people are not stupid. After they figured it out, they didn't try to say anything to Xingdou who had already made a choice. He suppressed the anger in his heart, and turned his head after a few glances. , trying to ignore him, trying to focus on this game.

    This is a game that decides the future. Even if you are angry at the betrayal of your partner, you need to pay more attention to the current situation and the problems you will face.

    And... since the most powerful guy in the class said that that side is the stronger one, even if he was angry with that person, he had to think about the meaning of those words. Clearly, the sophomores are a group of opponents not to be underestimated.

    Xing Dou waited quietly for a while, and saw clearly the indifference and contempt of her classmates, but did not wait for other people to criticize and question, she could not help frowning slightly, a little puzzled .

    It wasn't their disgust with him that he didn't understand, it was predictable from the moment he made the decision, and what puzzled him was why it just ended like this.

    According to his assumption, it is unreasonable for only one person to scold, at least several people will scold, and it is normal to even fight against each other. After all, he has indeed done something quite excessive, and it is not uncommon for young people who dare to love and hate to act on impulse.

    In order to prevent the melee from involving the second grade, he told the seniors in advance that this matter would be handled by himself, and no matter what happened, he did not need their intervention. But at this time, it seems that the plan is in vain.

    Although Xing Dou verbally distinguishes his relationship with his classmates very clearly, in fact, the relationship between people is not so easy to distinguish. It is right to work hard for himself, and his behavior is indeed betrayal. Perhaps these angry classmates have not thought of it for the time being, but Xingdou betrayed not the class, but the bad behavior of "as the party who was declared war" and turned into the enemy's war camp.

    Maybe when these people react, the belated lesson will come.

    "Your previous warnings don't seem to be of any use." Bu Yinian looked at this strange apprentice and smiled meaningfully, "Or say you miscalculated yourself with them. status?"

    The people in Class A of the first year probably didn't care about him, so they didn't react much to his betrayal.

    Xingdou thought for a moment and blamed the current situation on a completely different answer: "Well, I got it wrong. They are a lot more sensible than I thought." And a lot more firm.

    Bu Yinian, who wanted to make fun of him, felt bored at his simple admission of error, rubbed the black-haired junior's head, and muttered, "Tsk, it's not cute."

    "You don't need to be cute." Xingdou pushed aside his chaotic hand and responded coldly. Surprisingly, Bu Yinian, who had behaved arrogantly the day before, was not angry and shrugged it off. In the eyes of those who observe them openly and secretly, it is a symbol of a good relationship or an early communication.

    Since the stars turned to the second grade, the first grade became seventeen, and the second grade was ten.

    In this case, Bu Yinian, who was the leader, didn't care much: "We just have one more person, the rules will not change, we will initiate the challenge, you decide the content of the challenge, and you win Go on, lose the penalty, that's all."

    "One of the conditions for us to accept the challenge was that the challenger must be a senior." As the elected negotiator, Xia Yuan clearly pointed out the loophole, "If you join the first-year People, we should have the right to refuse."

    "The abacus is good." Bu Yinian smiled, "Unfortunately, Xingdou is our non-staff, that is, foreign aid, and is not included in the second grade. This point has also been related to your class. The guide mentioned it, and he agreed. Of course, to be fair, you can also get a foreign aid, and we don't mind."

    Where can I find foreign aid at this time? !

    Who doesn't know the higher third graders are out and about and the next second graders aren't playing against them. It is impossible for teachers to get involved in the struggle of students!

    Xia Yuan, who knew that this was the bottom line, didn't change his expression: "If we don't need foreign aid, we can get an extra advantage."

    "Oh, I said that I can give you foreign aid, forget it, as a senior, you can be more generous." Bu Yinian pretended to sigh, not wanting to continue to entangle this issue, and directly threw the last chip, "You guys Without foreign aid, we can change a request from us, but it must be raised after the game is over. Of course, this request cannot directly reverse the outcome, nor can the penalty be changed.”

    What's the use of mentioning it after the game?

    Xia Yuan felt that this senior was just playing with them, and just as he was about to refute, he saw the senior with blue eyes add meaningfully: "Or you have to compete with the premise. , we don't care."

    Why? What conspiracy do they have? Or will something change?

    Because of these inexplicable words, Xia Yuan's thoughts became confused, and cold sweat seeped out from his back. make critical decisions.

    "We..." He wanted to say that it was still used before the game, but inadvertently saw a pair of familiar deep green eyes, he was nervous, paused, and changed his words, "Then after the game is over, use."

    "It's up to you." Bu Yinian showed a surprised expression for a moment, and quickly relaxed again, "Then let's start."

    "Yes." Xia Yuan replied in a deep voice.

    Back to the first grade, others were also very confused about the choice Xia Yuan made.

    "Xia Yuan, what's the matter with you? Why did you agree to his strange condition, so we have no advantage?" Some people couldn't stop complaining, "You said they were not allowed to do more than We can do what we've learned."

    "Did you find something? Is it better after the game?"

    "Xia Yuan, you're thinking..."

    Anmus couldn't stand it any longer, stopped him, stood next to Xia Yuan and explained: "Xia Yuan was unanimously elected by us to negotiate, and now we should choose to trust him. Choices will have immediate effect, and we should at least wait until the end of the game."

    Anmus has accumulated a lot of prestige because of the last game, not to mention that once his face sinks, he looks quite irritable. The usual trust and the majesty at the moment are superimposed, although some people feel that this choice It was sloppy, but no one said anything on the bright side.

    "Thank you." Xia Yuan, who had regained his purity, thanked him, looked at Anmas, his expression was still not relaxed, "I know what you want to ask, to tell you the truth, in fact, I also There is no bottom."

    "Then why are you?" Anmas couldn't understand how he would make such a seemingly meaningless choice. This is not something that the always cautious Xia Yuan would do. Yang Yu did about the same. However, Yang Yu seemed to have been hit by something, and Yan Yan sat aside in a daze, neither speaking nor participating in this.

    "..." Xia Yuan pursed his lips and said in a low voice, "Xingdou."

    "What?"

      Instant look, "But he looked at him with a very strange look."

    "Just saying--are you really going in the right direction?"

    With a single thought, he chose the answer he hadn't thought of.

    Xingdou didn’t know about the discussion about making choices and the things that Anmas couldn’t accept.

    Only after the senior gave the choice of Shi Shi and came back, he said: "The senior is really bad. What if I don't have an excuse?"

    "Are you worried about this?" Bu Yinian leaned back on the chair, let the others start the game, and replied casually, "There will be more ways at that time, you should know isn't it?"

    "...also." Xing Dou looked at the first selected classmate and his opponent, and said no more.

    The first student who was selected seemed to be trying his best not to show his nervousness, but unfortunately, his tense face showed his state. As the challenged, he chose a dance he was most proficient in as the content of the competition.

    The second-year senior nodded lightly, indicating that he understood.

    The intelligent AI controls the stage to rise, and the lights and background sounds are quickly ready. As the two stand on the stage, the challenge officially begins.

    Obviously, this classmate has worked **** this dance, the rhythm is very good, the connection between the dance moves is smooth, there is basically no mistakes, and there is a bit of his own style. If it is in class, it will probably be rated A by the teacher.

    Xingdou sighed while evaluating inwardly.

    —Unfortunately, he met such an opponent.

      His audience was directly brought into that unique dynamic, and only felt that their minds were affected.

    Intuitively, if a first-year student can get an A, then this senior can probably get an S. It seems to be only one rating away, but it is an extremely difficult ladder. If you want to impress the teacher of the occasional education to get an S, no one in the first grade can do it yet.

    Losing is a matter of course.

    You don't even need to give a grade by the system or the class guide, everyone already knows the result.

    In the silence of Class A of the first year and the laughter and laughter of the second grade, the first scene ended extremely quickly, in an almost crushing manner.

    Xingdou unsurprisingly watched the next game start seamlessly, watching the classmate choose the drama segment as the challenge content, as if giving up relying on dancing to win, ready to rely on acting to compete , there is only a faint sigh in my heart.

    His classmates were still naive, thinking that they could win by taking a different path.

    Or they just forgot, after all, he didn't remember until he remembered the things in the dream - the so-called second grade class A means that everything the first graders are now learning and experiencing Just a part of what they used to be.

    Meaning, they are the ones who have survived the elimination of one year and are standing at the top of the second grade.

    It means that you don't need too much skill, and you can easily win by pure strength.

    After Xingdou realized this, he made the decision to go to the enemy. He didn't dare to gamble, if he lost, if he was kicked out of the idol division...

    If there is a slight chance of winning, he will not make such a choice rashly.

    The competition between the second acting skills soon ended with the victory of the second grade. The third game also started soon.

    "It's really boring." Bu Yinian glanced at the result, and wanted to have some fun.

    "What's the matter?" The black-haired boy's expression became a little cold, and he was unhappy that he was disturbed.

    "It used to be nothing, but now it is. I remember only you as a backup?"

    "Hmm." So?

    Bu Yinian smiled and pointed a finger: "That boy, do you know him?"

    In the direction he pointed, a pink-haired boy sat quietly behind their side, with a well-behaved expression, and mixed in very naturally.

    "..." What happened to this guy and when did he sneak in.

    "Did he come with you?" Bu Yinian didn't think it was a big deal to watch the fun, and continued, "I've been watching him for a while, he looks at you from time to time, is he also here to join the enemy? 'of?"

    "...wait a minute, I'll deal with it."

    Xingdou pressed down his fists that were about to move, kept his calm, quickly walked to the back, and said with a cold face: "What are you doing, Wen Lun?"

    "Huh?" Wen Lun blinked, looking innocent, "I didn't do anything."

    "Then go back there, don't join in the fun." The tone was extremely cold.

    "I'm not joining in the fun." The pink-haired boy shook his head, a little aggrieved, "I'm here because you're here."

    He is different from Yang Yu and the others. After hearing that Xingdou turned to the second grade, his first reaction was not to ask him why he left, but to quickly go to the second grade and quietly occupy the Take a seat, reduce the sense of presence and not get involved in their discussions, as if listening to other people's words without concern.

    He wouldn't ask Xingdou why, he just wanted to find a place closer to him. His desire was not to study happily with everyone, the thoughts of those people didn't matter to him.

    What is this guy trying to do?

    I have always been confused about the mind of this weird guy, Xing Dou maintained his usual style and tried to drive him away: "If you don't want to be regarded as a traitor, I advise you to go back obediently and don't run around."

    "So, I didn't run around or walk around." Wen Lun sighed, "Xing Dou, I repeat, I'm here for you."

    "I won't change my mind, I did choose the seniors." Thinking that this person was here to persuade him, Xing Dou answered decisively.

    "I didn't come to persuade you." Wen Lun felt helpless for a moment, and softened his voice, "Can't you just let me be here? I just want to follow you and be on the same side as you. ."

    "...But I don't want to." The ruthless person still refused, with a serious tone, "If you don't want to leave, I can only ask others to help and take you away."

    "Okay." Wen Lun thought that he might never refuse this man's request. Even if he was told to stay away, even if he was reluctant at all, he gave up that little wish and walked away dejectedly.

    After all, to him, he liked the person who smiled at him rather than the angry scowl.

    Just like the gentle and beautiful smile when I first met.

    "Have you dealt with it?" Bu Yinian glanced at the figure who left, and teased with Xingdou, who was sitting back, "Xiao Xingdou is really charming and has many followers."

    "It's not like that." Xingdou denied, "Just a strange entangler."

    "Hmm~ Is that right?" Bu Yinian saw what the junior was thinking, and thought that this junior was actually a very pure person, so he could not see clearly or understand someone else. aspects of ideas. For example, he just left the reluctant gaze of the person, for example, from time to time pretending to have no intention to glance at his white-haired, black-skinned junior, for example, paying attention to the purple-haired junior here...

    Of course, he won't say these things. After all, this kind of thing is interesting when the parties find out, so why be an outsider who disturbs the balance?

    While the two of them were talking, the match was already in the sixth game.

    The current outcome is 2 A and 5 wins.

    In other words, the first grade did not win a game.

    The pressure of the game quickly covered the entire first-year class A. It can be seen that many people's mentality before the game gradually collapsed, and they did not perform as well as usual after taking the stage. come out. This is not unusual, seeing so many people who can only look up, it is inevitable that when it is his turn, he will be affected, not to mention that no one wins the next game.

    Pressure and threats quickly crushed many people who were not so determined.

    The speed of winning and losing seems to be getting faster and faster. As long as the two sides start one minute, the balance of victory has already been tilted.

    Even Xia Yuan, Anmas, Yang Yu and Wen Lun, who were regarded as hope by everyone, could not escape the curse of failure. The frustrated young man was reluctant to hammer the wall, his eyes were red with anger, he couldn't help crying in the corner, his eyes clenched his fists forbearance.

    When it was finally Xingdou's turn as a non-staff, the remaining person seemed to regard Xingdou in the same first year as hope, stared at him resentfully, and chose to be difficult for their first year A dance, intended to give it a try.

    Xingdou saw what he was thinking, and didn't care about his provocative and scolding remarks, and stood on the stage as usual, waiting for the start.

    He already knew the ending, and he knew that the struggle at the moment was nothing but a cobweb, and it would only get tighter and tighter—until death.

    There is only one person in the first grade, which is recognized as the first. Even if the number one does not know this title, his strength is beyond doubt.

    Anyone who challenges him is just a moth to the flames and will be completely burned to the ground.

    The only hope is broken too easily, like a fragile crystal thrown to the ground, in dazzling brilliance and sharp loss, everything is over.

    A total of 17 games, 2A won 17 times, and the first grade A class was wiped out.

    So, this is a victory or defeat without any suspense at all.

    The black-haired and green-eyed youth stepped down, looked blankly at the opponent who couldn't help crying after stepping down, tightened his fingers for a moment and then relaxed, pursed his lips, and turned to leave.

    "It's hard work." Bu Yinian patted him on the back and encouraged him affectionately, "Your dance looks better than the one we danced before, it doesn't seem to take long, You can catch up to us."

    Xing Dou nodded and didn't answer, watching the second graders approaching the first grade aggressively, triumphantly: "The game is over, according to the punishment agreed before the game, all of you must withdraw from the idol division ,Right?"

    The faces of the first graders were blue and white, extremely ugly.

    "Damn!" Anmas smashed the table, took a deep breath, tried to regain her calm, and turned to look at Xia Yuan, who had an equally bad expression, "What's wrong with you?" Familiar, he keenly saw that in addition to anger, Xia Yuan at this moment had a hidden emotion.

    He looked at the dark-haired boy opposite, who was silent, and sneered: "From the beginning, we may have been calculated clearly. Hehe."

    "What are you..."

    Before Anmas finished asking, he saw Xia Yuan take two steps forward and said to Bu Yinian: "Now the game is over, we ask for that requirement to be fulfilled."

    "Huh? That one." Bu Yinian pondered for a moment, but agreed, "Yes, you can talk."

    "We ask that this competition be a preview rather than an official competition, and give us seven days before the official competition!"

    "I really know how to take advantage of small loopholes." Bu Yinian was slightly surprised, and his expression was a little lazy, "Want this competition to be cancelled? What difference will it make if I give you another seven days?"

    "Maybe, maybe not." Xia Yuan was calm, "But this is what you promised, we admit that we lost this time, and we didn't change the punishment, just postpone it for a few days, is it the seniors? Are you afraid?"

    "It seems that you are not afraid to ask such a thing."

    Bu Yinian smiled, hugged the black-haired boy beside him and rubbed: "Okay, I can give you another chance. After all, it is the price of leaving Xingdou, then seven days See you later. I hope you can win at least once next time."

    After saying that, he took Xingdou and the rest of the second grade out of the classroom without looking back, leaving only the hateful and angry eyes of the unwilling loser.

    Xingdou, who was pulled away, was in a calm mood, and there was no accident - what's the surprise? After all, this is not a complete reality, but a game world with dramatic development.

    And the protagonist who fails miserably usually gets a second chance, doesn't it happen?

    In the dream that I vaguely remember, the first grade encountered almost the same development, and the ending was naturally happy.

    He just needs to avoid the failed route as a non-protagonist, so as not to be cannon fodder. He already has a second chance, but who knows if there will be a third. If you can't be cannon fodder, you can only join the villain, right?

    The story that happened in Class A of Year One seems to be unique, but there are similar scenes in fact, which happened in every classroom of the school by coincidence.