One-star Idol Counterattack Plan

    …Xiang Ming really had a problem, and he started talking nonsense.

    Xingdou was only surprised at his announcement for a moment, and then quickly understood that it should be a threat of anger, meaning that he would lose his head. Young people of this age always like to describe some things that can be summed up in a few words as if they are very important and powerful. Maybe it is also a so-called desire to speak?

    If he is so timid and withdrawn at such a time, he will be at a disadvantage, of course he cannot do so.

    "I hope you can still be so tough."

    In response, Xiang Ming glanced back and snorted, no longer staying here, leaving on his own. And the person who stayed didn't care, and went back after completing today's training.

    These vignettes will not affect the next day's game, like the video that has not yet been discovered.

    At the same place and time, Xingdou entered the training room and saw Xiang Ming who was using AI to adjust the audio and other equipment. There is no need to say hello, just a look away, the two sides are well aware of each other's purpose and attitude in coming here.

    There should only be one winner.

    "I'll come first today." Seeing that the AI ​​setting was completed, Xingdou spoke first.

    Yesterday, Xiang Ming took office first, so today is his turn. The order of the performances on the stage will often affect the performance and the mood of the competition. If their competition adopts a rotation system, it will always be fairer.

    Xiang Ming was noncommittal, watching his opponent stand on the stage, and turned on the device.

    The crisp sound of the piano is like the ripples on the surface of the water, and the falling rain is rippling in circles. The lively rhythm is like an ascending white staircase, dancing layer by layer.

    Slightly sad lyrics are sung gently in the seemingly cheerful music.

    Actually, Xing Dou is not very good at dealing with songs that contain too delicate feelings, maybe because of too little experience, maybe because of incomprehension, maybe because of not enough practice.

    In short, when he sings, he can grasp the tune and find the right rhythm, but often he cannot fully enter the emotion of the song and express the feeling he should have. Instead, they even accidentally project their emotions into it.

    Just now.

    This is supposed to be a song about love in a soft voice, expressing heart and passion directly, and implying longing and sadness.

    But under the singing of Xingdou, it seems to have completely changed.

      The song sounded like the long wind blowing through the leaves, the river flowing through the dark night, everything was quiet and mysterious, no one could fathom it.

    Only in some syllables that are slightly muffled, there is a bit of uncontrollable and uncontrollable thoughts.

    brake.

    "It's like a phoenix, reborn from destruction, and nothing is left - secret feelings." Jing Liu, a well-known and talented arranger, commented afterwards.

    Xiang Ming easily found that the emotions sung by Xingdou did not match the emotions of the song itself. There is no doubt that this is not conducive to the game, nor is it a shortcut to victory.

    Different from the dance in the first round, the dance is more expressive, and what it is performed is its own interpretation, and you can justify it.

    This time they are comparing their singing skills. Understanding the meaning of the song itself and expressing it fully is the goal. A song that doesn't fit the genre is not a complete song. Maybe master figures have the ability to adapt these songs live to take them to the next level, but in terms of their current strength as idol reservists, they can't do it.

    So avoid that method and try your best to restore the original melody.

    Understand the expression, understand the expression is wrong, there is no way to win.

    Even so... Xiang Ming thought of this, paused, his eyes fixed on the man on the stage.

    He can't deny that Xingdou sings very well.

    He wasn't sure if it was the memory bias caused by the light and shadow or the sense of presence. After a long time, when he remembered this scene, he didn't really remember how Xingdou sang, nor the look of Xingdou singing, he only remembered the time - That song is very gentle.

    It will be difficult to win this round.

    Before Xingdou started singing, he knew what he could do. He can't control his emotions so freely, and he can't sing every sentence appropriately, just like Xiang Ming who is standing on the stage at the moment.

    Judgment.

    Some of Xiang Ming's information is no longer a secret on the forum. Born in a family of performers, he has undergone strict professional training since he was a child. He has to complete tasks that are difficult for children of the same age to complete every day. There was hardly much time for play and rest in childhood, and he was strictly required by the family for a long time.

      Adaptability that can also cheer up quickly. He is an embryo that has been pre-polished and tempered many times. He only needs a little firepower to roast the impurities, and he can become an unparalleled blade.

    It's not the same type as Xing Dou who is a half-way monk.

    "Sure enough, if you want to defeat a creature like the hero, it will take more effort than the devil."

    Xing Dou sighed softly in his heart, and after Xiang Ming stepped down, he gave Xiang Ming a symbolic slap, in exchange for Xiang Ming's surprised look.

    He didn't explain much, just said: "Then the second game is over, where will the third game be compared? Now I can't sell it anymore, classmate Xiang Ming."

    Xiang Ming secretly guessed whether Xing Dou was applauding and mocking him, then turned on the screen seriously and handed it to Xing Dou: "Go here."

    The virtual screen projected a park near the commercial street some distance from the college. The location is good, the infrastructure is beautifully built, there are a lot of garden fountains, swings, loungers, etc. many people.

      I don't want to lose face in public, it's too late to beg for mercy now."

    "I should say this." Xing Dou raised his lips, deliberately provocative, "If you lose, don't cry, Wang Jiang."

    "...This is what you said." Xiang Ming gritted his teeth.

    For a moment, he wondered if Xingdou knew about his humiliation, and quickly rejected it. After all, he was the only one at the time, and there was no way that there would be a second guy who knew about it. So he judged that it was just a blunder, but even so, being reminded once was annoying enough.

    This time it's true, I won't lose again!

    Make sure this guy looks good!

    The smell of gunpowder filled the air between the two rivals, and they didn't notice that after uploading the second video of the match between the two on the Internet, an unexpected change occurred.

    "Where did this monster come from, there are such people in our first grade?" In the first grade general group, who originally only complained about teachers and some coursework, someone exclaimed in an exaggerated tone , and two video links are attached.

    Many people who have nothing to do just click in, wanting to see what kind of words they are talking about.

    A few minutes later, the group that was still discussing a certain teacher was suddenly occupied by a group of exclamations.

    "??? What kind of world is this, I'm still struggling with my studies, and someone can't wait to become a god? I just want to say, show your face if you have the ability! Show an AI What do you do with the synthetic appearance, I promise not to come to you, or do anything, really."

    "When did humans evolve? Why didn't you bring me with you! Boss, why didn't you say hello before you evolved?"

    "I took it, these two are really from our academy? If it wasn't for that first-year uniform, I really think it might have been impersonated by other grades."

    The sudden compliments and exclamations stunned other people who were sneering at the screen, and they didn't understand which drama they were singing. It wasn't until someone asked, that they found out that these people were the people in the two videos a few minutes ago.

    Curiosity and desire to explore prompted another group of people to find the link and click on it.

    A few minutes passed, and the familiar scene played out again, incredible praise and dark jealousy, complex emotions hidden in the words. Like overturned dominoes, before they knew it, the video of these two first graders playing in a classroom was seen by many people.

    Not only in the first grade, but also in the senior grades.

    "Huh? This person is..." Bu Yinian, who was bored during the filming, propped his chin with one hand, looked at the dark-haired boy whose face was blurred on the screen, and smiled, "Looks like he was having a good time. I'm happy, next time we meet, I hope he is still so energetic."

    There were soon people in the first grade who were not satisfied with this. They didn't want to just look at these two fake faces, and wanted to use their own skills to find the guys in these two games.

    They are gearing up: "We have such a character hidden here, wouldn't it be too boring if we don't find it!"

    As for what to do after finding it, the high-spirited teenager hasn't figured it out yet. In short, at the moment, the feeling of finding them dominates. Motivated by interest and enthusiasm, someone soon found out which classroom of the academy the background was filmed in and at what time period.

    "It's fortunate that these two people didn't deal with it much, they should have thought that no one would pay attention." The person who parsed it was proud, "But it's easier to check this kind of thing than ordinary photos. Well. , this is the classroom location and the time for their game, if you read it correctly, they should have another game, in terms of time, it is likely to be tomorrow!"

    The parser announced the location and time, and also marked it out for a simple navigation.

    "Thank you for the technical support! So, I have the opportunity to watch the live version!" Someone immediately cheered.

    "I have classes all afternoon, ah, ah, who can bring me a live broadcast!" Someone was sad.

    "Is it better not to disturb others? We shouldn't be involved in their games, right?" Someone tried to stop them, "They shouldn't want to reveal their identities."

    "We'll take a look from a distance, we won't be disturbed at close range, and it's not exposing our identities. It's true that we are all classmates, so why hide from each other?" thought.

    "...What a bunch of idiots." Yang Yu, who accidentally clicked into the post, glanced at the discussion, muttered, and clicked on the two videos to satisfy his curiosity.

    The moment the light screen unfolded, the blond and blue-eyed boy widened his eyes in surprise.

    That figure! That action! That feeling!

    "Isn't this Xingdou!" Yang Yu whispered, and hurriedly opened another singing post, just after listening to two sentences, he was sure of his thoughts.

    It was indeed the man he knew.

    Just…

    "How come Xingdou is there, and he is still competing with others..." Yang Yu frowned and pondered, "What happened? But even if something happened, Xingdou would not want me to disturb him. "Speaking of the second half of the sentence, he slumped his shoulders.

    "But I really want to see the live version, but Xingdou will be unhappy when he finds out...Wait, don't let him find out!" Yang Yu suddenly sat up He got up, his tone became excited, "As long as I don't get caught, I can go to the Star Dou match, and then leave quietly as if nothing happened. In this way, Xing Dou won't be angry, and I also get the chance, maybe I can still take pictures and talk to me. Video, as long as the camouflage is good - it's perfect!"

    Some people with a similar mentality to Yang Yu made the same plan - to meet him secretly, and out of an unspeakable mentality, none of them told others about it .

    So after what seemed to be a longer day than usual, Yang Yu hurried to the locker room and put on camouflage clothes with optical simulation. The civilian version of this kind of clothing will only interfere with human vision, but it will still be captured by machine cameras. Once touched, it will lose its effect, so it cannot be used as an illegal prop. Most people buy it and use it only as a key item for tricks.

    The only disadvantage may be that, in order to completely avoid the eyes, so as not to be discovered, this dress is the type that covers the head and body, from the eyes of the machine, it looks like a wrapped The quilt essence in the black and green stripes is not beautiful.

    Wearing such clumsy clothes, Yang Yu approached the classroom lightly, and was slightly surprised to find that the classroom door was open and not closed properly.

    Maybe someone used it this afternoon. He thought so, looked around, found a good place where he could see the stage performance and hide himself, and immediately moved over.

    However, when I walked to the corner and stepped forward, my feet were actually soft.

    "Hmm!" and a low pained cry.

    As the halo shook, a human figure slowly appeared at the feet of Yang Yu from blurry to clear. The man was wearing similar black and green striped clothes, with a face that Yang Yu was familiar with, with a few strands of pink hair hanging from his forehead, and he was staring wide-eyed at the same figure.

    "...Why are you here!" Yang Yu couldn't hold back the anger that suddenly rose, and asked in a displeased tone, "What do you want to do!"

    Probably because both of them were dressed in a funny way at the moment, Yang Yu subconsciously divided the person in front of him into almost the same situation as himself, and didn't want to say it directly.

    "This is what I want to say!" Wen Lun was not to be outdone, "What are you trying to do in this dress? Don't tell me you just want to do a performance art! The good intentions are already written on the clothes!"

    "This is my art. Do you understand art?"

    "What kind of art do you want to wear in such clothes? Is it possible to be killed after being discovered? I'll help you!"

     "Don't pretend to be a gentleman, what are you thinking, your clothes are exposed, and you don't want to photograph the stars today! Only I can do it!"

    "You..."

    The two were arguing when footsteps were heard outside the door, but no one was seen in the distance.

    As if they had a heart-to-heart, Yang Yu and Wen Lun stopped their voices at the same time, looked at each other to reach a consensus, and turned their heads away in disgust.

    The two who remained silent and distanced themselves regained their invisibility, and silently listened to the footsteps one after another in the hidden corner.

    Different from them who acted alone, this time the people who came here seem to have bumped into each other on the road, and now they are discussing in a low voice.

    "Will this place stand out, over there?"

    "It's facing the window over there, it's easy for the optical simulation to fail, no. It seems to be fine here."…

    The voice that was also familiar to Yang Yu approached slowly, Yang Yu stretched out his hand expressionlessly and held something out of thin air.

    "Hey! Something grabbed my leg!" The man's subconscious kick was dodged, and his tone remained in surprise and panic as he looked at the blue eyes below.

    "I have one here too! This..." The other person's voice was also flustered, making a sound of beating and driving around, and then suddenly muted.

    “…”

    “…”

    The two sides looked at each other silently, wandering on each other's clothes, everything was silent.

    "Actually I am..."

    Xia Yuan held his glasses, trying to explain something, but saw Yang Yu cast a meaningful look.

    That's saying - don't explain it, I get it.

    He even pointed to them kindly: "There is still a place over there, you guys be careful." Wen Lun next to him only gave a look at the beginning, and then excitedly Start tinkering with your equipment.

    A group of them stood or sat, all wearing loose robe-style clothes, with strange expressions, and from a distance, they looked suspiciously like those who had just been released from a hospital to be arrested.

    Xia Yuan fell silent, feeling the embarrassment of Anmas, who was also quiet, and sat obediently in the designated corner.

    Anmus looked at his expression of seeing through the void under the lens, and patted him on the shoulder sympathetically: "Don't worry, sometimes the means don't matter. Even if you are discovered by me first, and then by Yang Yu If they caught it, it only means that the clothes are not so useful, and it is not your fault."

    "..." Xia Yuan gave him an elbow with a blank expression.

    But this is not the end.

    The sound of suspicious footsteps appeared one after another, the latecomers who were frightened like turning back time and the first-comers who were deliberately scary, reached a consensus under embarrassing smiles... In the end, most of the people who were A A have come.

    There are more than a dozen people from other classes who came along by chance. The large classroom was crowded with people everywhere.

    There is no way, as long as I have seen Xingdou a few times, no one will forget him and mistake him.

    It was a man who shone in the crowd.

    After the group reached a consensus of non-interference, they waited eagerly for the upcoming game.

    Their purpose from the beginning was to see the game, and the two who played.

    It backfired.

    The waiting people also unknowingly decided that they were in the wrong place this time, and scattered a few things.

    The rest of the people are still waiting, including Wenlun Yangyu and the others who have prepared early.

    It was useless waiting until someone exclaimed: "Sure enough! Their new game video is uploaded! It's not here at all, it's another place! Waiting in vain!"

    Other people open the group chat, and the prominent link keeps flashing.

      The sound was like a bird flapping its wings in the wind.

    On the opposite side, the azure-haired teenager has focused eyes, and his articulated hands are jumping on the cello, playing a quiet tune, like a soaring whale making a vast murmur.

     Surrounded by curious and longing crowds, the children held their breath and felt the moment surrounded by music, the scene was harmonious.

    It was just this scene that made some people who had been waiting for a long time dumbfounded.

    "Ah, ah, ah, I didn't believe the forum and found it myself, how could I miss it!"

    "What a waste of time."

    "What, not here at all!"

    The unwilling whispers sounded one after another.

    Yang Yu looked at the man on the screen a little fascinated - he never knew that when he was too close to the crowd, Xing Dou had such an expression.

    He seemed a little shy and a little happy, the corners of his mouth couldn't help but raise, and the sound he made was not the same, it seemed more…

    "Bang!" The sound of tables and chairs being pushed down interrupted their thoughts, and the people who were still complaining were silent. After realizing who did it, they only dared to sneak a peek at the initiator.

    The pink-haired boy lowered his head, clenched his fists, stood beside the table, squatted down for a while, and packed up the things he brought, the rustling sound was particularly contagious in the quiet space .

    When he picked up the things and raised his head again, as if nothing had happened, he calmly put on a fake smile: "Huh? What are you watching me doing? I'm going back, here There's no point in staying any longer without what I want."

    After all, she didn't care about other people's opinions at all, her pace quickened, and she quickly disappeared from the classroom.

    The others began to discuss in a low voice, mostly dissatisfaction and ridicule.

    Yang Yu seemed to understand this weird guy's thoughts, maybe Xia Yuan and Anmas also noticed some, their eyes didn't seem to blame, and the expressions on the video at the moment were also gloomy unknown.

    The expectant boy sighed softly, touched his chest, felt his normal heartbeat, and confirmed that the sourness at that moment was real.

    Maybe it's also called - jealousy.