One-star Idol Counterattack Plan

    Sick people are always more vulnerable than usual, and they can't help but rely on a little comfort and relief.

    Under the persuasive words of Yun Zhengqing and Jiang Cang that day, he almost revealed his deepest secret. But when the words came to the mouth, the worries and fears in my heart still overwhelmed the desire to speak.

    Cinderella can't tell the prince where her gorgeous clothes come from, the moment she says it, the magic will disappear. The gorgeous dresses that don't belong to you will be turned into gray old clothes, the strange and magical carriage is just a rotten pumpkin, the dream-like dance is just an extravagant hope, and all that has been obtained will be in vain.

    Some things are destined to be buried in my heart.

    If one day he really tells this secret, maybe it's because he wants to be easier than he is now, or maybe... everything doesn't matter to him anymore.

    Until then, it doesn't matter whether the secret exists or not.

    "Beep", the terminal sent a contact in real time, it was the second grader urging him. Today is the first day of the official start of the competition. The second-year side has already prepared in the agreed classroom, just waiting for Xing Dou, the guy who just fell ill two days ago.

    Another interesting thing to say. Originally, when the second graders trained Xingdou, they would not care to follow the rhythm they liked, completely disregarding the gap between Xingdou, who was a first-year, and them, and crammed everything into him.

    But since Xingdou recovered and returned to them, these seniors have not changed their faces, but they actually treat him like crystal porcelain, and observe his face after training for a while , pinching his ankles and wrists to check for excessive muscle fatigue, and increased the rest interval, pressing him to rest.

    Bu Yinian, who watched carefully for fear of bumping on the sidelines, often laughed at him, even though he didn't give in too much.

    Last time, Xingdou had to go to them early, take a while to train people, and then go to the competition location together. But now, he went first, occupying a suitable place and setting it up in advance before calling Xingdou, completely forgetting that he wanted to give his juniors some sparring.

    It's a pity that Xing Dou didn't receive this delicate care. He thought it was the seniors who had their own plans. But Xing Dou didn't have any opinion on this. He valued the game more than these thoughts.

    After a week of study, under the guidance of two excellent teachers, a person will change somewhat.

    What's more, Xingdou will never underestimate the growth of five-star characters.

    He has participated in training with those people, and he has also taken many classes together. Because of this, it is clear what the so-called talent means.

    When you are still thinking about how to write down the movements, the geniuses have arrived at how to optimize the movements; when you are still thinking about how to say the dance is completely out, the geniuses have already begun to study a higher level of choreography; When you think you are doing well enough, they will tell you with a simple fact that it is far from enough.

    The gap is like a moat, and the difference is like a fish and a bird.

    Will the world take pity on those who thirst for the sky?

    Xingdou doesn't know.

    But…

    "I won't lose." Xingdou said to himself.

    Xingdou came to the arena a bit late, so when he entered the door, he could clearly feel the eyes of everyone present, like a warm fire, burning on him Projection is like using this sight to burn the indifferent and ruthless person being watched, and it is like conveying the anger that has nowhere to vent... or other hot feelings.

    The black-haired and green-eyed boy had a cold face as always, ignoring his surroundings, and went straight to the seat where the second-year students gathered, and sat down with a decent posture.

      Go back to rest early, have you decided who to choose as your opponent? Do you want to be the first to attract a lot of attention, or to be the last to finish off? Of course, you can come halfway if you want."

    The calmness of his tone as he talks about his opponents seems to be able to hear the arrogant conclusion inside that no one can shake their victory.

    The rest of the second grades don't make a sound, and let Xingdou choose the time to appear by default.

    A's students didn't get as angry and irritable as they were at first when they heard this, at most they gave their opponents a cold look. The improvement in strength this week has also increased their confidence. When facing provocations, they no longer show their emotions so easily, nor do they directly express their thoughts, but they are ruthless in their hearts and vow to win.

    Xing Dou swept over his classmates and current enemies according to his words, but did not stop at the others, and quickly lingered on Anmas, Yang Yu, Xia Yuan, and Wen Lun. In the end, under the slightly puzzled expressions of others, he slowly settled on the pink-haired boy and made a final decision: "I have an opponent that I want to compare."

    "Oh, that kid?" Bu Yinian looked at the lucky one who was selected, and thoughtfully, although this apprentice named Wen Lun lost the game last time, his performance was really eye-catching. The sophomores were impressed by him.

    "Hmm."

    "Okay, then you are the first to come?" Bu Yinian remembered that Wen Lun was good at acting, and Star Dou's acting was also good. During this period of time, the progress was not small, but the other party was not a simple role, probably It will not be easy to win, and there is even the possibility of failure. But this is Xing Dou's own path, and he is responsible for the consequences, and Bu Yinian will not interfere.

    The black-haired boy nodded in agreement, stood up to the side of the stage, and invited Wen Lun from afar: "Classmate Wen Lun, would you like to have a match?"

    Since being stared at by that stare, Wen Lun, who has been a little uncomfortable, rarely smiled in front of Xingdou, did not respond directly, pursed his lips, and said seriously: "Xingdou, if you lose, you will leave the idol department. ,do you understand?"

    Wen Lun doesn't want to compare with Xing Dou, at least not at this time.

    If it's normal, he doesn't mind sparring with Xingdou.

    But things are different now. This is a game of betting on the future. Losing means elimination, means leaving, and means the end of everything.

    People who come to the idol department will not be willing to leave, even Wen Lun who shows that he doesn't care about others. He wanted to keep going, wanted to go with Xing Dou.

    But now the star challenge will ruin the road.

    If he loses, then Xingdou will never look at him again, and he will lose everything he has so far, and return to the dark place, and it will be difficult to turn over again.

    None of the results are acceptable to him.

    Wen Lun can guess Xingdou's intention to choose him. With Xing Dou's pride, when he wants to formally compare with someone, he will definitely choose someone who is qualified in his mind. It's not the first time that he crushed the game like a joke, but someone who really has the strength to compete with him.

    Or maybe he should be complacent and get the approval of the defiant Xingdou, but at this moment, he wants to change Xingdou's mind and refuse this invitation.

    "I understand."

    The black-haired boy looked back at him quietly, his long forehead scattered beside his cheeks, not hiding his delicate face, let alone those deep and calm eyes.

    Facing that look, Wen Lun's breathing became a little chaotic, and he completely understood that there was no room for change - Xing Dou wanted to compare with him.

    "Okay." After a while, the pink-haired boy stood on the other side of the stage with his usual smile.

    As I said before, he doesn't seem to be able to refuse this person...even if it is a desperate request.

    "If I win, can you promise me one thing?" Before entering the stage effect, Xingdou heard the person on the opposite side ask, with a sigh in his words.

    "What's the matter?" Xing Dou felt that he was pulling Wen Lun to embark on this life-and-death waltz, and he probably needed to take some responsibility. Although he doesn't think he's bound to lose, it doesn't hurt to listen to his opponent's demands.

    "Go on a date with me somewhere."

    Wen Lun said calmly like "go to dinner together", but Yang Yu, who was still lamenting that Xing Dou didn't choose her, glared at him and whispered at him: "Cunning! Shameless! !"

    Anmus also nodded and said, "It's really shameless."

    Xia Yuan even frowned and mocked: "Is this the first fg that losers will say? It's an eye-opener."

      The second graders have already privately said whether to teach this junior, or at least teach him not to talk nonsense.

    "Okay." Contrary to the restlessness below, Star Dou on the stage was calm and responded casually, as if very confident.

    "I'll give you anything you want...but you wouldn't be willing to take what others gave, would you?"

    Wen Lun murmured when he heard the words, but the voice was too low to be heard, and he answered clearly: "If you win, I will let you deal with it." At the end, he smiled gently laugh.

    It sounds like you can get something, but it doesn't seem to be a benefit.

    Xing Dou noticed something was wrong, but he thought about it carefully that he would not lose anything, so he did not argue any more.

    In the large-scale light and shadow of the stage scene changing lights and clothing changes, Xingdou calmed down his mood.

    Of course he knows that if he chooses someone who is far weaker than himself, then he will definitely not lose this time, and there will be no danger, let alone worry about the follow-up road.

    Is it really good to do this?

    Avoid powerful enemies, avoid re-injury, escape the possibility of failure...what does this change?

      Memories you want to escape keep invading in your midnight dreams, becoming a terrifying nightmare.

    To really deal with a wound, the fastest way to repair it is to start from the root and completely dig out the festering and corrupt place.

    The pain is unbearable and the blood is dripping.

    But the wound will heal.