One-star Idol Counterattack Plan

    The stage was closed at the beginning, and the lights in the venue were turned off, leaving only a few bright colors.

    "Hello everyone, the person in charge of hosting 'Bright Sparkle! Looking for the Bright Star' this year is indeed me again, everyone's favorite Jingjing!"

    The energetic female voice caught the audience's attention with a sudden burst of lights.

    A sweet-looking avatar jumped out of the darkness, wearing a small dress with sloping shoulders and petals blooming, and the figure turned from virtual to solid, and even the fingertips of the flowing data could be seen condensed into light-white thin fingers process.

    The very individual host waved to the audience excitedly: "Aiya, it seems that there are still people who don't know Jingjing, I really want to stuff all my data into yours. In my mind, this way I don’t have to introduce myself again and again.”

    She complained aggrievedly, like a really angry little girl, but the next second changed the topic: "However, today's stage does not belong to me, although it is a little sad, but the audience is not It's for me. Alright, alright, Jingjing's biggest advantage is that it doesn't hold back your appetite. Then, without further ado, this year's 'Bright Sparkle! Find Bright Stars' event has officially started!"

    The index finger and the thumb looked like a pistol, and she simulated a "bang" in her mouth: "Everyone, use your beautiful blades to conquer the audience present! This is your fight. Don't be merciless!"

    The cheering voice and the figure drifted away, the lights on the stage dimmed again, returning to the empty and silent appearance.

    "It's time to start!" someone whispered.

    Without waiting for the audience to be restless, the sound of the wings flapping slightly became clearer, and a slightly softer light lit up at the top. The pink and white light petals fluttered one after another, fluttering along the seemingly non-existent wind. In just an instant, the stage was shaped like a spring day.

    Wearing a dark blue layered school skirt, with a girly style with seductive and crystal wings attached to the back. She wore a half-mask of the same color as the skirt on her face, walked gracefully through the rain of flowers, took out all kinds of jewelry hidden in the petals, and slowly put it on her head, adding the color of the flowers little by little. Like butterflies playing with flowers, taking pictures with love, revealing inadvertent natural beauty.

    "This girl looks familiar, is she the one from the sister school next door, the famous model." Someone recognized the contestant and couldn't help discussing with their companions in a low voice, "She is wearing a skirt. The pattern on it is the wings of a big blue butterfly, I've seen it before."

    "I know that color too. But can props be brought in this competition? I thought it was the contestants who came up and turned around and showed it." The companion nodded, a little puzzled.

    "It doesn't take ten minutes at all, what do you think." The speaker was very helpless, "Show yourself in a suitable environment, although AI is not allowed to shape the big scene, but if there is no A little matching of props will also reduce the beauty. The founder of the competition said so, so it is legal. And in a sense, choosing the right scene and props is also a part of the test of aesthetics.”

    "Aesthetic first, then beauty. Isn't it?"

    Xiang Ming listened to them boredly, only to feel that this sentence came to the point.

    He found that watching this competition was not a small challenge. Most of the participants were students, or people who came from outside the school and were interested in it. Even if the official screen is simple, and some people who are really unsuitable are screened out, there are still many people who can stand on the stage.

    "The wait time is too long before that guy comes on stage." He muttered, leaned back, glanced casually at the performers on the stage, and quickly lost interest Averting his eyes, he glanced around the arena indifferently.

    No way, these people may be outstanding among students, but for Xiang Ming, who is used to seeing beautiful women, they still lack a bit of uniqueness.

    At first glance, I accidentally saw the pink hair below.

    The guy was not looking at the stage either. After fiddling with the equipment, he turned on the virtual screen, turned on the dark night mode, and scrolled the interface to himself, as if he was looking at photos.

    I swear by Xiangming's excellent eyesight, all the photos are of a familiar black-haired and green-eyed boy.

    "Tsk, it's really perverted." He dismissed the photos that might have been taken secretly, scolded Xiang Ming, and was a little dissatisfied with the person who was taken, "That guy was even taken advantage of by others. Don't you know?"

    Yes, he doesn't know. The agent lady can probably give such a decisive answer.

     Looking at the scene in front of her, she hesitated between the idea of ​​forcibly pulling her idol away and maintaining his innocence just like that. She regretted choosing this channel and met these two Tangled.

    Time went back ten minutes ago. After Xingdou finished dressing up on stage, he said goodbye to the reluctant makeup artist, and went to the backstage channel with Yi Xin, waiting to appear.

    "Let's go this way, there are quite a few people there."

    "Hmm."

    Yi Xin glanced at the opposite passage, took Xing Dou to the other side, and wanted to find a clean place.

    She also knows that her idol is a character who doesn't like to hang out with people very much, so of course she won't do it the other way around. Even looking at Xing Dou's current outfit, she was proud and at the same time Ba had to show it to anyone, just waiting on the stage to give everyone a big surprise.

    In a few minutes, the idea of ​​making a fortune in secret was shattered.

    "Ah, he has dark hair as dark as night, eyes as bright as stars, and the corner of his mouth takes my mind away."

    The pretense of graceful general thought sounded slowly, and the silver-haired blue-eyed youth wore ancient Egyptian clothes with navy blue and gold threads, showing affectionate and obsessive eyes.

    "He is a ray of moonlight scattered on the river bank, a green spring in the desert, a person who flows in my heart and is wrapped in heavy love."

    With the same pretense, a silver-haired, red-eyed teenager in similar clothes approached from the other direction.

    For some reason, Xingdou frowned as he watched the two perform, and did not stop him immediately.

    Seeing this, Yi Xin did not make up her own mind and decided to see the situation first. Although she later regretted not leaving so quickly, the twins' performance was still intriguing at the time.

    Words full of love and affection poured out of their mouths without any scruples, and after a few steps, they approached the goal of the trip.

    "Who is he? The one who stole my mind and made me fascinated." The blue-eyed man who was close to Xing Dou's ear seemed to be questioning and chanting.

    "It's my journey, it's my destination, it's my...love and soul." The red-eyed boy approached the other side and whispered firmly and earnestly, like an oath engraved in his heart.

    The two were crowded around the star, too close. The breath he exhaled made him feel a little itchy, and within a few minutes he couldn't help but want to push them away. At this moment, the twins changed their affectionate and melancholy appearance, and stared at each other across a large living person.

    The murderous aura and dissatisfaction in her eyes seemed to be looking at an enemy who must never be spared.

    "Hey, this is not the same as what you said, why did you and Xingdou say this? I should have said the last sentence." Makiyama Yusuke was displeased.

     It should be me..."

    "Only once! And we didn't say who would say the last sentence at all, you're the first!"

    "Huh? This matter has never been discussed, I just follow my heart, you are the one who intervenes!"…

    Seeing that the two of them became more and more noisy and their voices tended to become louder, Xing Dou pushed them away with both hands, mercilessly and equally, and his tone was extraordinarily indifferent: "I want to If you want to play games, please find someone else, I don't have time to delay with you."

    "Ah so ruthless."

    "Yes, it's still the same, unmoved and ruthless."

    "Well, but this is the Star Dou."

    "Eh, but I'm still a little sad."

    Unexpectedly, the twins didn't get angry after being pushed away. Instead, they seemed to reconcile in an instant, sang and sang in harmony, and stood in front of Xing Dou again.

    "What do you want to do?" Xingdou's tone was lower.

    "Just wanted to say." Makiyama Yusuke blinked.

    "The words just now are not a game, at least we won't say it to anyone casually." Makiyama Yusuke continued.

    "and..."

      Take away the heartbeat, as the price, please be my princess."

    …So it was.

    Xing Dou narrowed his eyes, consciously figuring out which one they were playing.

    Such costumes, lines, and a lot of gorgeous to extravagant accessories... They play the drama of a romantic and enthusiastic crown prince falling in love with his lover at first sight.

      If it is a girl, it is not surprising that her face is red and heartbeat at this time.

    After analyzing the situation, he calmed down a bit, withdrew his hand gently, and made an objective evaluation: "I am quite emotional, but I am inexperienced, as a performance presented on the stage. Say, it's not enough. The big screen will magnify these subtle differences, which are very conspicuous to the audience. You are still far away, this victory will not belong to you." By the way, he put a harsh word.

    The twins looked back at the same time, and sighed: "Oh, he doesn't understand."

    "Yeah, he doesn't understand."

    "But it doesn't make a difference, we're not that deep."

    "Yes, we just want to..." The second half of the vagueness was not clear.

    The only other people present, one of them was thinking about pulling his idol away, and the other was entangled again.

    "Since you said it's wrong, do you want to challenge it?" Yusuke showed his teeth provocatively, glanced at Yi Xin, "Speaking of your clothes, is there any problem? It doesn't seem to fit the theme. "

    "Can we make you shake?" Yusuke was confident, and looked at her easily, "If you want to change clothes, we can borrow you."

    Perhaps Xing Dou would not normally accept such a meaningless test, but today the twins gave the manager a second glance, but it caught his attention. Xing Dou knew from the forum how the two usually behaved, they were the type that seemed frivolous but actually cold. So this extra line of sight is a little unusual.

    He couldn't help but wonder if these two guys were prepared to do something to Yi Xin with their sweet words, such as lure her to be jealous for them.

    After all, Yi Xin is a person who exists in this world. In addition to the collective will of the players, he also has his own feelings. If things develop to any stage, it will be difficult to recover.

    Thinking of this, Xingdou felt the responsibility and immediately responded: "I accept your challenge. Also, my clothes are very good, so I don't need to change them." Don't dare to have any crooked ideas about Yi Xin.

    The manager, who wanted to interrupt the whole process but couldn't find a good time, was stunned, watching her idol being patted and hugging her waist, listening to those tiresome love words and expressionless.

    At this moment, she didn't know whether to sympathize with the twins who were trying to flirt, or admire Xingdou who didn't eat hard.

    As a result of the twin entanglement, time is less boring and quicker. When she was notified of her next appearance, the manager hadn't put down the seeds: "Ah? What, so fast!"

    Packing up the snacks, Yi Xin returned to her reliable appearance, walked to Xing Dou, and tidied up his clothes for him.

    "Although it may be accustomed to you, I still want to say it." Her eyes are like brown stones in clear water, warm and clean, "I look forward to your every time on stage, and also for you are proud."

    Xing Dou lowered his eyelashes and looked away unnaturally: "Yeah." He was still not used to it.

    Seeing the shyness of her idol, the manager didn't say much, and smiled as he walked out of the curtain, stepped onto the stage, and greeted the audience. as always.

    Xiang Ming noticed the difference, which was reminded by the brighter stage environment and the faint music that did not match it.

    The music seemed to be walking alone on a dark alley, the sound of crows and insects mixed together, and it sounded gloomily in the moonless night, which sounded eerie at first.

    "I chose the wrong music? Or is there another plan?" Rarely became interested, he looked towards the stage.

    Under the bright light, a black figure that was difficult to blend in came slowly. The wide and tight black robe is like a beast that devours people, covering the man completely, only the cold white wrist sticking out from the sleeve robe is clearly visible.

    The slender hand held an ancient bronze lamp, the wick burned out an unusual purple light, and flickered erratically.

    This is less like a beauty contestant than a silent caretaker in a cemetery.

      transparent soul.

    The audience can only see the only part of him.

      It seems like a beauty with a half-covered face still holding a pipa, just relying on the beauty of the tip of the iceberg, it makes people have infinite reverie.

    Just when the audience was itching, the silent ghost stopped, stood in the middle of the stage, and raised the lamp.

    The unstable sparks popped out some bright spots, but the person holding the lamp didn't care. Take a breath.

    It's like a different world - tone.

    In an instant, the bright light suddenly stopped, and the retina still had a fiery impression, but the eyes were already dark.

    Then, a light from a corner.

    Or, a piece of light.

    More rapid than the spreading tide, softer than the wild vegetation, clearer than the clouds.

      The robe shone like breathing.

    It seems that someone cut out a corner of the starry sky and pasted it carefully, so that it is just at this moment, confusing those who just look up at the night and can't extricate themselves from it.

    On the stage with black as the background, his brilliance is incomparable.

    The crow flapped its wings and flew by, croaking rudely, and lifted the brim of its shielding hat.

     Dressed with splendid stars, dancing with the dark night, the hidden teenager revealed his true face.

    Black hair and white skin, eyebrows and thin lips, and a handsome face. But the first thing people see, must be those eyes.

      , is a flame that burns quietly in a cavity of loneliness.

    I don't know when the moonlight will rise. The boy who is really wearing the moon and the stars picked up a white rose that no one had left on the ground.

    The long eyelashes drooped down, reflecting a small shadow, covering the eyes.

    The boy raised his eyes slightly and said the first and last words on the stage: "Call An."