One-star Idol Counterattack Plan

    The challenged party has the right to choose the content of the challenge.

    As the lights on the stage dimmed, the familiar melody sounded, and after identifying each other's clothes, Xingdou knew which play Wen Lun chose.

    This is a story about destiny and choice.

    One is the son of an ugly and prominent duke, and the other is the son of a handsome and humble prostitute. But on a rainy night, they met.

    Thick clouds were surging and pressing down, and in the pattering rain, the sound of cars and horses passing by was blocked by the thunder, and the axles splashed gray water, ignoring the passersby who were affected.

    The breathing of the pedestrians running was covered up, the poor and embarrassed black-haired young man was walking in the heavy rain in the shabby linen clothes, the cloth shoes under his feet stepped on the dirty water , stepped out of the fragmented water halo, rippling out in circles.

    Although his body was wet, he still blocked his eyes with his hands in vain, trying to see the road and identify the direction in the gap between the messy hair.

    The pale lightning flashed across the sky, taking away the sight of that moment, and the young man's eyes widened in astonishment.

    "YOU! STOP!"

    "Bang!"

    In a corner, a black carriage suddenly appeared in front of him in the dark sky, the driver shouted in a panic, but it was too late, the high horse hooves kicked down from the sky, like a boulder falling from the sky. .

    The black-haired young man didn't have time to react at all, he subconsciously stretched out his hand to protect his head and face, he was immediately hit by an irresistible impact, let out a painful groan, and was knocked straight to the side of the road, in the icy rain passed out. Crimson blood slowly seeps from the forehead, dripping on the noisy night.

    "No, Mr. Ian! We hit someone! Ah, he's bleeding!" The person who was there couldn't hide his panic and said, "What should I do now, sir!"

      Look at him. Put it in the car or he'll get worse."

    The driver nodded hurriedly, carefully picked up the person, transported it to the car, and thanked respectfully: "Thank you for your kindness!"

    The gentleman whose face was covered did not reply, and when the driver resumed driving, he turned his head unhurriedly and looked at the extra "guests" beside him.

      .

    Ian stared for a while, then slowly stretched out his white-gloved hand, brushing away the messy black hair.

    A very handsome and beautiful face appeared before me.

    Faced with such beauty, Ian seemed to be scorched by the flames, and the outstretched hand flicked, and quickly curled up, no longer touching the embarrassed person. As if touching something terrifying, his whole body is on alert.

    The sound insulation of the carriage blocked the sound of pouring rain outside the window, and the car returned to silence.

    In the silence, someone murmured: "If..." The rest of the words disappeared under the mask.

    The rain had just stopped, and the dark clouds that could not tell the difference between day and night dissipated. The slightly humid air and bright light woke up the young man whose head was bandaged on the bed.

    Ian sat on the chair beside the bed, watching the man with the beauty of the gods open his eyes, revealing a pair of enchanting emerald eyes, as if he could see the waves of Lin Hai, My heart couldn't help but move, and the fingers that were casually placed on the table curled up slightly.

    “Where is this? How do I…”

    The young man who sat up from the bed first pressed his aching head, then looked around, glanced at the precious decorations and utensils, seemed to realize something, and his expression was visibly disturbed and cowered He didn't even dare to put his hands on the satin quilt, for fear that he would get dirty and put it in the air.

    Until his eyes caught sight of Ian, who was sitting quietly, his face suddenly became frightened, and he was crawling to get off the luxurious bed at first sight, and he was in a hurry: "This gentleman, I-I didn't mean to dirty your stuff, I'm sorry..."

    The masked gentleman raised his hand to stop him, his tone was aristocratic elegance and gentleness: "I put you on this bed. Last night between us A not-so-good accident happened, and that's my little compensation, don't worry, you can stay there."

    When I heard him say that last night, the black-haired young man's face suddenly changed, as if he remembered something, he couldn't help touching the bandage on his head, and whispered: "By the way, I was hit by a carriage yesterday..."

    Ian, who maintained his demeanor, did not interrupt him rashly, but only said at the right time after he had thought about it: "My name is Ian, Ian Malediz."

    "You are the one of the Count Maledez! You, hello, I, I am Abel."

    Abel, who is no stranger to the famous local nobles, exclaimed, and the next second, he lowered his head under the invisible gaze of the man, his cheeks were slightly red, and he hesitated to put his inconspicuous name When I reported it, I seemed ashamed that I didn't have a surname that I could say.

    Ian's eyes stopped here, looking at Abel for a long time, his fingers tapped on the table, and he seemed to be lost in thought. This look is very abnormal for Ian, who has his own set of pride as a noble, but unfortunately the only person here can't understand this abnormality.

    Abel only felt embarrassed, this calm and direct gaze made him uneasy, who was born in a slum and always avoided the attention of others. He scratched his cheeks, kept opening his mouth and pursing his lips, as if he wanted to say something but didn't dare to say it.

    He couldn't figure out what this gentleman who looked gorgeous and noble wanted to do? Can't sell him somewhere and become a slave to pay for a night's stay?

    Is there no such person?

    Thinking of this, Abel slumped his shoulders and shook slightly, his pale face looked even more sorrowful, the complex emotions in his eyes were intertwined, desperate courage and fear of death panic made his voice With a hidden trembling: "Mr. Ian, what do you need me to do..."

    I was interrupted by this voice, and the fingers that tapped on the table stopped. The masked noble still straightened his back and leaned back slightly.

    Ian could see what this timid poor boy was thinking at a glance. He should have continued to use his noble tone to intimidate or appease, but at the moment he followed that sentence He opened his mouth: "There is indeed one thing, since I saw you, I couldn't help but want to try it. But this is an extremely important thing related to the rest of your life, are you willing to do it?"

    The poor young man did not know what to think of, trembled all over, didn't care about the headache, lifted the quilt, stumbled to the feet of the noble, raised his face, tears welled up in his eyes, and cried and begged : "No, please don't kill me! As long as you let me go, no matter what, I'm willing to..."

    Ian, who was suddenly entangled, didn't answer, he slowly lowered his head, his eyes through the mask lingered on that face as if he was substantively, seeing Abel's sobbing fading, he said: : "Even when you're crying, you're still charming. You have a nice face."

    When Abel heard this, he couldn't help but touch his cheek and repeat blankly: "Face?"

    The next moment he seemed to understand, looked at Ian who could not see his face with more frightened eyes, and began to move his hands and feet back: "You want to peel off this face? This, I..."

     Annoyed by the startled attitude of this uneducated poor man, Ian suppressed his impatience, and his tone began to be bad: "If you have some strange fantasies, I guarantee that these messes will be Become reality."

    "Sorry sir, I didn't think about anything." Abel timidly responded, and sat on the ground, daring not to move or ask his thoughts, only a pair of worried Eyes quietly glanced at Ian several times, obviously the messy thoughts in his heart did not disappear.

    The noble who saw this guy's thoughts no longer bothered, he waved to the transparent butler outside the door. The gray-haired, spirited butler nodded silently, stepped forward briskly with his hands and feet, closed all the windows in the room, pulled up the curtains, and then closed the door while leaving with a slight bow.

      The atmosphere is shrouded in a layer of mysterious and obscure colors. Abel, who was in it, obviously felt more and more uneasy, his eyes turned around, and his body tensed.

    "What you are going to see next, if you dare to say it, I don't think you will want to know the consequences." Ian glanced around and turned his head to make sure there was no omission, waiting for Abel to refuse , said to himself.

    Click.

    In such a strange room, he reached out to the back of his head and turned the switch on the mask.

    The mask, which was originally tight and flawless, suddenly slid downward, revealing her pink hair and fair complexion on her forehead.

    Abel stared blankly at the person who took off the mask, the curiosity and surprise in his eyes turned into fear after seeing the face completely, and he couldn't help but step back and pull After moving away, he made a short cry: "Ah! You, this!"

    In front of her was a face that could be described as terrifying.

    The crisscross scars cut off the brows and slid across the peak of the nose, turning the brows into a stubby, shrinking mass that stopped at the corner of the mouth. The flesh-pink, white, and charred skin seems to use this face as a palette, mixing up the edges and corners, and then drawing a shockingly ugly face.

    The pit marks like a meteorite smashed up on half of the face, and the unknown red spots spread on it, making it more strange and terrifying.

    The bloodshot right eye was daunting just to meet the eyes, and the rosy lips did not add color, but became more and more ugly.

      The face of a person." Just listening to the calm and elegant tone, no one would have thought that he would actually look like this.

    "I, I..." Abel's heart pounded at a glance, he couldn't help but look away, his Adam's apple twitched, swallowing saliva, his face full of fear.

    Ian ignored his panic, slowly leaned over, stretched out his hand, and in Abel's stunned eyes, touched his face, his tone was deep and hoarse: "But you have a very suitable s face."

    This sentence seems to be exclamation, praise, or - jealousy.

    Abel couldn't tell the difference between these subtle emotions, he shook his body, and the corners of his eyes were filled with great fear. He mustered up almost all his courage before whispering: "I beg you...forgive me, don't kill me..."

    There was a smile on that horrific face, a gentle touch on his cheek, a red glow in his dark eyes: "How could I kill you, in fact—I think I want to make a deal with you."

    The voice rang in my ears like a demonic bewitchment: "Do you want enough clothes, enough food, enough money to spend? Or more than that, beautiful Delicate women, dazzling and luxurious jewels, and power over others? I can give you everything you can imagine, even beyond these."

    "No, I..." Abel almost gritted his teeth to reject these temptations, and shook his head awkwardly as if he didn't believe that he could easily get the things that the world was looking for.

    "How can you refuse me?" Ian was not angry, his tone was sympathetic, and there was some persuasion, "You have nothing, no money, no power, say Maybe you don't have friends or parents yet. Look at your thin body, you haven't even eaten a full meal, right? You have a face, but you can't get anything, it will even become a burden to you. Think about why you were before To cover it, don't you suffer because of it?"

    "I am now willing to give you a chance to take your face as mine, as my face to the world. Correspondingly, I will give you everything I have. Money , power, women, men, anything."

    "You don't have to go hungry anymore, you don't have to roll and crawl in the mud, and you don't have to struggle to survive like other people, just a nod, your world will be Change."

    Every word is like the breath of a snake, full of danger and attractiveness, wrapping around the heart that moves for desire, overflowing with luscious venom.

    "You...are you telling the truth?"

    The terrified black-haired youth gradually stopped shaking, hunched his shoulders, raised his head carefully, turned his beautiful eyes, clenched the corners of his worn clothes, and asked in a low, dry voice.

    "Of course." Like the kind smile of the snake in the Garden of Eden, Ian raised the corners of his mouth and responded firmly.

    "I-I am willing to make this deal with you." As expected, the poor youth bowed his head and agreed to this strange-sounding deal.

    "Then from now on, this face of yours belongs to me." Ian patted his shoulder gently, with reassurance, "Don't be afraid, you are about to get a new world. "

    Just as the nobleman promised, the world of the poor young Abel changed.

    Ian said that no one in this family except the housekeeper has seen his face, and no one knows what he looks like. And other people in this city only heard his voice but did not hear him. Although there were speculations about why he was wearing a mask, they actually knew nothing. That's why Abel can become "he", appear in front of others as "he" and win everyone's attention.

    "But in the slum, someone saw my face..." Abel hesitated to say this.

    "They won't recognize you." Ian handed him a book lightly and taught him to learn from it, "No one will take that dirty slum boy and The nobles are linked together, and...they are lying on the ground, just looking at our clothes is enough, how can they look at our faces?"

    Abel, who also only recognized clothes but not people, was speechless and studied silently.

    In order to make Abel a qualified "face", Ian spent half a year, constantly instilling all kinds of knowledge into Abel, correcting his sluggish demeanor and wretched posture, Support him with the wealth of the family, teach him noble and noble art, try to wash away the mark of the poor on him, and strive to make the weak soul under the gorgeous skin look brand new.

    Like a butterfly reborn from its cocoon, Abel, who reappears in front of the world, is completely different from half a year ago. No matter his eyes, temperament, and posture, he looks like another person. The radian of the smile is restrained and elegant, the voice is unhurried and soothing, the back is always straight, the pace is steady, and the eyes are gentle and mysterious.

    The handsome appearance complements his demeanor even more, raising the external performance from seven points to twelve points.

    When he first appeared in the eyes of the nobles under the name of "Ian Malediz", no one could ignore his existence, and no one could escape the temptation of his charm. Those well-dressed, self-sufficient and elegant elites chased his figure obsessively, lingered nostalgically where he appeared, and fell in love with his polite posture and perfect face.

    Innumerable flowers and compliments surrounded him, and no one found him to be a poor man from the slums.

    No one doubts that the elegant and elegant "Ian" in front of everyone will be fake.

    According to Ian's expectations, Abel became a qualified enough to get all the "Ian Maleditz".

    "I can't believe it, they have no doubts at all!" Abel, who successfully completed this special deal for the first time, was very excited, but he couldn't hide his surprise, "But in fact, I did not Not perfect, why didn't they really question me? I thought I'd be found out..."

    "Of course they won't find out." Ian, who was facing him, had already taken off his mask, made no secret of his ugly appearance, and reached out his hand to gently stroke the delicate face of the black-haired youth, mocking lightly. , "Your clothes, jewelry, and your knowledge of high-end things are the same kind in their eyes. Of course, the most important thing is this lovely face. Who would doubt what a beautiful woman said?"

    After so long, Abel could already understand the contempt in his words.

    Ian didn't notice this subtle movement, stroking the young man's face over and over again, his eyes softened: "You look better than before."

    Abel clenched his downed hands, his face was the same, and answered in a low voice: "Well. What am I going to do next?"

    "Go on. Let everyone know what 'Ian Malediz' looks like." The pink-haired nobleman laughed, his wanton appearance was terrifying like a ghost.

    "As you wish."

      look. Where this gust of wind blows, no one can be unaffected.

    Soon, the reputation of "Ian Malediz" spread in the upper circles of most of the country, talking about his unparalleled appearance, noble and elegant manner, and suave temperament . They treated him as a guest of honor, and competed to hold banquets after banquets, and they took pleasure in inviting the most famous young man to praise and publicize everything about him. Some people even gave away a lot of treasures just to win Ian horses. Lediz's smile.

    The first time Abel participated in the dance, he would take a deep breath in the locker room nervously. The second time he was able to calmly face some ridicule, the third, fourth, fifth... Countless After a few times, he was like a butterfly in a game of flowers, shuffling through the smiling ladies, joking with the gentlemen casually and elegantly, with a gentle and dignified expression on his face like a thin mask, pressing down Any emotions he couldn't control.

    He has become such a fit person without noticing.

    One time, when he woke up in the morning and faced himself in the mirror, he couldn't help shaking his head for a while.

    "This is... me?" Abel touched the mirror, his tone puzzled, "I see, is that so?"

    He looked and looked carefully, from the black shiny hair to the clean toes, as if looking at a brand new person, knowing a self that he never knew, he slowly stated :"this is me."

    "It's not that poor boy who is curled up in a slum and can't even eat."

    "Ian Maleditz, the beloved and touted Ian Maleditz, with countless clothes, food, and enormous power, is who I am."

    The familiar and unfamiliar youth grinned and repeated confidently.

    Ian was the first to discover the subtle changes in Abel.

    "Where are you going? There is no party and no interview today." Ian stopped the well-dressed black-haired young man and asked.

    "I asked a few ladies to participate in the parade together, so I don't need to report to you, right?" Abel glanced at him, getting used to the ugly face, and wanted to push it away carelessly He, "I'm following the agreement to publicize everything about you, isn't it?"

    "..." Ian, who couldn't think of a reason to stop him, watched the person leave with anger on his face, and when he thought about it carefully, he realized another thing, "He actually dared to call me 'you' !"

    Ian, who noticed the abnormality, secretly hired a detective to follow Abel, and knew his behavior for several days in a row. It hardly took a second to realize that Abel was no longer the Abel at his mercy.

    "What the **** is he trying to do!" The indignant aristocrat bit his nails nervously, "No, I can't let him go on like this, he is my 'face' and mine' face'! It's mine!"

    "I gave him everything, so how could he not listen to me! He has to figure this out again, and he has to make amends for it!" shudder.

    Abel had been happy for a while, and since saying that, he looked more casual. He no longer always restricts himself to be a well-behaved nobleman, and from time to time reveals some of his true feelings, laughs and indulges with those surprised other nobles. At the same time, when facing those non-aristocrats, he held his posture, did not want to let them know at all, he was aloof and reserved.

    He is accustomed to flowers, jewelry, all noble objects, and a wonderful life that is sought after and praised.

    As he said, he has completely become "Ian Malediz", a qualified, beautiful and elegant nobleman.

    "You are the most beautiful nobleman I have ever seen!" During the party, a certain noble lady whispered in Abel's ear.

    "Because I'm Ian Malediz." Abel responded with a smile.

    "If you are not, you are equally charming." The noble lady continued to praise.

    The black-haired aristocrat was stiff for a moment, and then answered the next second: "Who can be more charming than you?"

    While the two of them were teasing, neither of them noticed that a masked guy in the dark of the gathering place cast a cold and malicious look.

    After the party, Abel received an invitation to meet Ian, who hadn't contacted him in a while.

    The black-haired youth in Chinese clothes read the contents of the envelope expressionlessly, and said to the person who delivered the letter: "I understand." Then he watched the person leave and sat down by himself. Down, his eyes swept across the extravagant decorations around, remembering the words of the lady just now.

    "If it weren't for Ian Maleditz..."

    He muttered these words, bowing his head slightly, letting his hair cover his eyes.

    "Bang!"

      And the tip of the finger holding the tool for committing the crime was so hard that it turned white, and blue veins appeared faintly.

    "Without this if, I would be Ian Malediz, only me." The ruthless voice sounded low.

    "You're here."

    Abel just came in, closed the door, and the figure with his back turned to him made a sound.

    Ian swept over his appearance carefully, his eyes on those clothes and accessories were extremely indifferent, and only when he moved to that face did he flash an obscure obsession.

    He said solemnly: "I am very dissatisfied with the transaction we made at the beginning, so I will take back everything I gave you."

    "Why!" Abel stood up suddenly, almost bringing down the chair, but he didn't pay attention, staring at Ian angrily, "You can't do that!"

    "Of course I can." Ian sneered, "It's what I gave you, of course I can take it back. Do you really think you're perfect in disguise? You can't hide it at all Your origin has exposed so many flaws, do you really think that no one can find it? It's just that there is no evidence for the time being, they've teamed up to hide it from you."

    "Sure enough, the things you find in the mud, no matter how you raise them, can't turn into gold. I will let everyone know what you are hiding, including your terrible background and past. , you will lose everything you have in this country, and everything you have now. Let your false beauty be torn to shreds and return to the mud!"

    The sarcastic and arrogant remarks easily shattered the disguised calmness.

    The black-haired young man was so angry that his chest was heaving and his eyes were red. Do you think your face can really appear in front of them? You will become a legend more disgusting than me and live as a monster in other people's mouths!"

    Ian's expression was completely gloomy, he opened his mouth to call for people outside to come in, but he caught a glimpse of a sudden cold light.

    The words full of evil thoughts emerged at the same time: "You have no right to take away, all this is mine, you said it already belongs to me! Few people agree with your existence, they only know me It's Ian Maledez, who are you? You're nobody!"

    The pink-haired youth swiftly avoided it, shrugged aside, and looked for something that could counterattack.

    "Since you have abandoned your name, you should just give up your identity and die in a dark corner! I will help you realize your wish and spread your name for you!"

    The crazy blade was blocked by the chessboard. Taking advantage of Abel's stagnation, Ian grabbed his hand and tried to catch him, but was kicked, and the two lost their balance at the same time. Rolled to the ground, entangled in each other's struggles.

    Everything around has become props for attacking each other, throwing, smashing, throwing, and fighting to the extreme, trying to subdue each other.

    "You just have a good face, other than that, I give you everything! Open your skin, it's just an empty shell, you can't do it at all Ian Maleditz!"

    "Then you think you can do it? Why do you still wear a mask if you dare to admit to the world that you are the son of a dignified earl? Do you understand yourself that it is so ugly A face that people will never look at again!"

      Become a phoenix!"

    "You just have a good family background, and there is nothing that belongs to you, and there is nothing that can compare with mine. What you learned, I also learned, what you don't have, Me too. Compared to you, who can't see your face, I'm Ian Maledez!"

    "If your face belonged to me, you would have no chance at all, you are nothing, nothing can be!"

    "If your family history belongs to me, you will not be eligible to be mentioned by others, and you will not even have a name!"

    During their fight, the candles on the wall were knocked over, and the scarlet flames licked the dry cloth, and they grew up in the blink of an eye, but at this moment no one noticed the creature that was about to run out of control.

    The panting competitor only looked at the opponent in front of him, unaware of the changes coming from behind, glaring at the opponent, eager to eat his flesh.

    It was too late until the cries for help and the noise came from outside the door.

    The scorching flames burned wantonly, the dark smoke blocked breathing, and the hot temperature was close to the skin.

    "You! What did you do!" Abel panted heavily, raised his arm with difficulty, and immediately fell softly.

    "I still want to ask you." Ian stood up and fell down, disheartened and gritted his teeth, "What did you get me!"

    "Oh, a little anesthesia effect, you are not the same, my brain is dizzy. I advise you not to work hard, if you can't walk, stay and die with me, noble noble!"

    "You die here alone, you are nothing but that face!"

    Ian struggled a few times, trying to leave, but the burning column fell from the roof, bringing up a large fireworks, and blocking the only way out.

    "Hahaha, you still want to die with me! Hahahaha..." Abel looked at Ian's face that suddenly sank, laughed recklessly, and was immediately choked by the smoke, coughing repeatedly , embarrassed.

    "You don't even want to live." When Ian died, he calmed down, walked to Abel, who was lying immobile, and leaned over to look at him.

    He stared at the amazingly beautiful face, fell into his first memory, and slowly stroked his hand, so softly that it didn't seem like he was touching the slaughtering enemy, but rather like What a dream thing.

    Abel glared at him coldly: "What else do you want to do? Ruin my face?"

    "..." Ian ignored his sarcasm, just caressed the face earnestly and reverently, lowered his head slowly, and also lay down.

    "If you had been obedient, none of this would have happened. I could still be me, and you still..."

    He said softly, and was interrupted before he finished.

    "Stop saying these lies!"

    The deep green pupils reflected Ian's expression at the moment, as if ironic, the man said: "You think the same as me, so we can make a deal, right? This kind of At that time, do you think you can change it?"

    "The hidden jealousy, unwillingness, and longing of you and me are the cause and effect of all this. You will not want to see me always replace you, and I will not be satisfied to be you forever. You know very well, don't you? That's why you don't have any wiggle room and want to destroy me."

    Ian was silent, not looking away.

    Abel was quiet for a while, and then his voice was never so calm: "I want to be anyone but myself."

    "I want to have another life, I want a story that I can't be responsible for"

    He turned his head, looked at Ian calmly, his dry lips twitched with difficulty: "I want to make up for what I'm missing."

    "Look for what is missing, and then have nothing in this life."

    "This is us."

    The ugly-faced young man reached out and stroked his face, blocking his eyes and the falling water droplets: "Yeah."