One-star Idol Counterattack Plan

    It is a tie.

    No wins and no losses. It is the ambiguous and blurred boundary between winning and losing, just like the temperature between hot water and ice water, which is neither warm nor cool.

    Xingdou looked at the result reflected on the screen, and had mixed feelings for a while.

     Of course it is impossible to hope to lose, he is not so generous, and uses his future to serve others.

    But he didn't win, that is to say, his level is still far from enough. At least it can't easily beat Wen Lun, maybe there are others. Xing Dou couldn't help but be depressed for a moment occasionally, just like once a little bit of expanding flames ignited in his heart, he would be instantly extinguished by the fact.

    The world always tells him his own insignificance and personal frailty in a way that is not gentle at all.

    In such a situation of winning and losing, if you use "this is the system setting, the plot needs" as an excuse to comfort yourself, saying that a draw is only inevitable, in order to prevent Wen Lun, who is a five-star, from being eliminated , In order to continue the role of the main character, it would be too embarrassing, and it would be too contempt for the opponent.

    Xingdou didn't want to tell himself that, and didn't want to blame the plot or setting for not winning.

    At least what he felt during the game was that his opponent did not relax in the slightest, tried his best, did his best, and took the game between them seriously to get this result.

    Even if Xingdou has an undeniable talent, he will not say such arrogant words as a gift from God. Such expressiveness cannot be summed up by just the word talent.

    Because he understands the importance of talent and what talent represents, he has a better understanding of what to do outside of talent.

    Motivation, passion, love, perseverance...or whatever, but that's sometimes called together - sincerity.

    Be honest with yourself, see what you want, what you need, and work hard for it, persevere.

    Sounds simple, but the simpler things are, the more difficult it has always been.

    "Very good game, looking forward to the next fight."

    Under the eyes of everyone, either suspicious, uneasy or mocking, the black-haired boy did not show any resentment, turned his head to look at the enemy competing on the same stage, Shencui's eyes quietly glanced After a glance, the indifferent and slightly formulaic compliment was already an extremely rare word.

    After saying that, regardless of the person who suddenly stayed in place, he nodded slightly as a greeting, and stepped down on his own.

    In terms of her attitude towards acting, Wen Lun is indeed a worthy opponent. Star Dou is willing to give respect to those who are willing to give respect to the competition and opponents.

    He also had a small inhumane consolation.

    Compared to being involuntarily acting with rhythm at the beginning of school, now he can successfully grasp most of the repertoire, has he made some progress?

    Let's do it today.

    "You don't look like a draw at all." Bu Yinian rested his chin with his hand, stared at the junior sitting next to him, and raised his eyebrows, "Your attitude now It doesn't quite match your hard work during training, don't you feel unwilling?"

    Xingdou was about to turn on the virtual screen to send the game video to Yi Xin and stopped for a while, then looked at him sideways: "Do I look calm?"

    "It seems that my acting skills have indeed improved." Before Bu Yinian could answer, he seemed to have gotten the answer. Eyes and chatter trying to ask something.

    The communication between the two was also seen by others.

    "Xingdou doesn't seem to be very shocked." Yang Yu blinked, her blue eyes overflowing with doubts, "Am I remembering wrong, so far, Xingdou doesn't seem to have played a draw with anyone, and Didn't you lose to anyone? Why didn't you feel surprised at all, and even the emotional fluctuations when you performed on the stage were not big. "

    "Indeed, compared to the imagined scene, he was calm as if nothing had happened." Anmus nodded in agreement, frowning in thought, "Or did he expect it? It's weird how most people think about a draw as a premise."

    "You'd better not think too much." Xia Yuan added coldly, "Xing Dou has more secrets than we know, the more you look at him, the more you realize that you don't understand him. What we can do now is to observe silently, wait for the opportunity, and get the final answer."

    “…”

    “…”

      , said uncomfortably.

    "Nothing, just..." Anmus hesitated.

    "Although I don't want to say this, but this is the general meaning." Anmus echoed.

    Xia Yuan desperately recalled things like the education he had received since he was a child and the personal evaluation of his family's reputation, but he didn't really roll his eyes inelegantly in front of these two incoherent guys.

    However, the attitude must be expressed.

    "You'd better keep your mouth shut." He snorted coldly, turned to look at the stage, and ignored him.

    After the first fierce and exciting competition, the current performances do not seem to have the oppression and tension of chasing each other and competing against each other.

    Objectively speaking, from a majority of the performances, some gaps can be clearly seen. Compared with before, their movements are more crisp, the performance is clearer, the rhythm is controlled more accurately, and the performance is more stable.

    This is the result of everyone holding a breath in their chests and training day and night.

    Even if you can't win against a third-year senior, you can't win a star fight, but you have to show everything you have. At least they have to prove that they are not trash that deserves to be thrown away, they are not slackers who make progress and never stop, they are people who are qualified to enter this academy and are also idol reservists!

    The enthusiasm and stubbornness of young people bloomed in a particularly bright way on the stage.

 The same scorching heat, the same desperate gamble.

    Nervous, excited, apprehensive, excited, fearful, worried...Standing on the stage, performing for the audience off the stage who disliked you, performing for yourself standing here, for the dream you want to speak out Perform, perform for tomorrow and the future, like a martyr, like a pilgrim.

    Frenzy and cool.

    In contrast to them is the status of third graders. If the first graders are like flaming flames that want to ignite everything including themselves, then the third graders are the thick and pale islands under the huge iceberg. They are calm and cold, and the performance is easy and the rhythm is not tight. Not slow, everything is under control, nothing to shake, nor too much surprise or sigh.

    The flame is against the iceberg, either extinguished or melted, only one side can win.

    There are not a few flames that can't be re-burned by the iceberg. Facing fear and frustration is not so easy, and what is worse is the courage to face a powerful enemy. Once you want to back down, there is no chance of victory.

     Surprisingly, there are many fireworks that have survived the iceberg.

    "Huh? Is it a draw again?" Yang Yu frowned at the conclusion on the screen, then glanced at the relieved classmate and the indifferent third grader on the other side, and muttered, "Besides Star Dou, there was another draw before. Logically speaking, the probability of a draw is lower than a win or loss. Why do so many suddenly appear?"

    "In either case, a draw would be easier to get than an ordinary win..."

    "Isn't it what I thought?" He felt a bit of a headache for a while, and couldn't help but glanced at the black-haired boy sitting far away on the other side, swallowed, "Xing Dou Yi Did you know from the beginning?"

    "What are you talking about?" Anmus noticed his unusualness.

    Events did not stop with the possibility of one person discovering Xinmi, the stage was swirling, and the game continued.

    As the results of the single-player match revealed little by little, the guess in Yang Yu's heart became more and more certain.

    And when he took the stage and compared with the third-grade seniors in the drama he had been practicing recently, when he saw the big "draw" on the screen, that emotion reached its peak.

    "Sure enough, the academy is really... making the best use of everything." The blond and blue-eyed boy knew it, and went down the stage in despair.

    Not only Yang Yu, but also people who are sensitive to the situation soon discovered this abnormality.

    "That's not right, why are there so many draws. Maybe it's impossible to win, but it's strange that there are so many draws." Anmas wiped his sweat, frowned and said to Yang Yu and Xia Yuan . He had just finished the game, and after dancing too much energy, he saw another "draw" in his panting. He vaguely recalled the previous result and immediately felt the difference, but he didn't startled, and only talked about it with his close friends.

    "Oh, what else could be the reason." Xia Yuan almost thought about the cause and effect, pursed his lips and sneered, "The academy will explain it."

    "You mean..." Understanding the meaning of it, Anmas suppressed the fumbling in his heart and looked at Yang Yu, "Do you think so too?"

    "Hmm."

      Even looked at it several times.

    The third graders who were frequently watched did not respond much, what to do or what to do, and even made fun of Xingdou: "Oh, look at the eyes of your classmates, it seems that they are accusing us of abducting you. It's like, it's obviously you who threw yourself into the trap."

    "They just wanted to explain, and now this result is unreasonable." Xingdou's tone was light.

    "Very soon." The third grader replied, looking at the last group of games remaining.

    The last two people's game ended, the lights and stage dimmed, as if back to the beginning, but the expression of one of them changed.

    The party who originally hated and angered became jealous and doubtful, and even a little helpless.

    Faced with such gazes, Bu Yinian came out carelessly, swept over the apprentices casually, and was a little condescending: "What are we doing? It has been agreed that I will not give it to you again. Chance, those five people who lost, I'm sorry, you have to leave the idol division."

    Anmus raised his hand to stop the restless crowd, with a stern expression: "We are not ready to break the contract. There is just one thing I hope you to explain, the current situation, did you do it deliberately? For what? Or, you only have this level and can only be tied with most of us?"

    I don't know if he has been with Xia Yuan for a long time, but when he said sarcastic words, he naturally seemed to be talking about daily food and drink.

    "Are you underestimating us, or are you underestimating you?" Bu Yinian didn't care about this level of provocation, half smile, "We still want to have a good chat with you, Don't make us angry now, you don't want to know the consequences."

      , it's easy to see where to score and where not to score, and it's not difficult to control the outcome of the game."

    "Why do you do this?" It was Xia Yuan who spoke again.

    "Well. I think it's better to leave it to your teacher to explain." Bu Yinian looked back and spread his hands, "It's not us who started all this, really, we are still The coolies who were enslaved by the same group of people. But you should also be enlightened, the child's play here is all real, if you lose, you will lose, so don't cry about it."

    Following his gaze, the blond youth stood openly at the door, seeing the students looking at him, and even saying hello.

    "Hi, everyone looks healthy."

    Standing beside Gong Guangxi, Feng Xuesong silently turned her face, refusing to feel the questioning gaze of the students at the same time.

    "Don't worry, I can't eat hot tofu in a hurry. Now that the game is over, the corresponding truth will come." Gong Guangxi slowly entered the classroom, stood on the podium, and looked at the students below , opened his mouth with a smile.

    "Cough, where should I start?" He seemed to be distressed for a moment, and then immediately decided, "Let's talk about the result."

    "—Simply put, this competition is the academy's baptism for the conventions of the first grade."

    In the silent expression below, Gong Guangxi smiled: "I said it at the beginning of school, this is not a place where you can easily play classmates games and feel the beauty of youth, but you compete with me , a battlefield of desperate battles."

    "The guy who can't adapt here, the guy who is afraid, the guy who has no talent, the guy who doesn't move forward—all of them are defective products that the academy doesn't need. These unqualified people are screened out, that's all."