One-star Idol Counterattack Plan

    Even if you imagine the taste of failure, even if you have prepared yourself mentally, even if you think that you will not be hurt, when you really taste it, it is still full of unbearable bitterness and loss in your throat.

    On that day, neither the first grader who knew nothing, nor the second grader who rehearsed together, did not expect that the third grader who said they would not appear would come, and they would appear as their opponents in performing cold.

    Different from the pretentious arrogance before the second grade, the third grade looked at them with helplessness, like the helplessness of going out to play with the children. It's a downward gaze that doesn't treat them as equal opponents at all.

    "Although I don't think it's meaningful to take out this prize, but the school insists that I say this, so I can only tell you this. The winner this time can directly get the debut position. , that's right, that's the position you'll get until you graduate. It might sound like a joke, but it's true."

    The leader of the third grade rubbed his short gray hair with lamb curls and complained, casually saying that the persimmons on the neighbor's tree did not show the importance of debut.

    The first and second graders, who originally regarded this game as another prank at the academy, were silent.

    No one will take this prize as a joke, because not only the third grade, but even Gong Guangxi and other class directors have not come out to refute this matter.

    This only shows that the debut position is real.

    If you win this game, you will get what you dream of, and the dream you have been pursuing will come true in an instant.

    From this moment on, this has become a crazy gamble, and anyone who claims to be an idol will not let it go, and doing their best is the only choice.

    The first and second grades are challenged, just as the college had expected.

     Got a fiasco, a fiasco with no one winning...as the academy expected

      Fate never favors those who vainly try to turn around by fate.

    The extremely cheerful and extremely noisy school festival ended beautifully with the extraordinary performance of the third grade as the biggest easter egg and the best fireworks.

    Everyone was maddened and shouted by the dazzling dance, heart-wrenching singing and charismatic performance.

    Apart from those involved, no one cares about the fate of the losers or how they feel.

    On the stage, only the winner shines brightly

    This is the brutal battlefield where idols compete.

    Three days after that, the stage of the school festival was dismantled early, and all kinds of festive costumes were taken off. peaceful.

    Students continue to attend classes as always, participate in various activities arranged by the school, and use various methods to improve themselves, so that they can grow and take a step forward.

    At least it seems so.

    "Ugh, wait, wait."

    "Hey, don't...wow!"

    In the corner of the dance training, someone let out a low exclamation, the step to the left was not steady, the foot slipped, and hit the left side, "bang" The man who came close slammed into the ground and exclaimed.

    The two rolled in a mess, and then the culprit above was kicked away.

    "Yang Yu, what are you doing! If you can't use your eyes, you can donate them to those in need!" Xia Yuan sat on the ground, rubbing his waist and staring at the guy with blonde hair and blue eyes, cold Cold venom sprayed out, "Or, your pair of glass beads are just decorations, and they're useless at all?"

    The scolded Yang Yu was originally apologetic, but was kicked away, and after hearing this, he immediately gave up the idea of ​​bowing his head and admitting his mistake: "Who am I talking about, this is not our balance claiming to be the first Xia, how could this be unbearable?"

    "You all stop and take a look at the occasion, this is not a place to argue casually!" Anmus, who had watched the whole process, inserted himself between the two with a headache and scolded in a low voice, "You want to be Did the teacher send him out of the classroom?"

    The teacher who demonstrated the dance movements on the small display stand watched from a distance and silently.

    The two who noticed this did not dare to do it again, one supported the glasses and stood up against the wall, the other turned his face and said no more, with a look of disgust at each other .

    Because the courses are similar and the classes are the same, Anmas, who often stays with them, just wants to sigh. After class, taking advantage of his spare time, he directly pulls the two people who are not dealing with them into the unmanned courtyard and forcibly meeting.

    "You have been arguing an unusually high number of times recently, arguing at the slightest friction." Anmus said solemnly about their recent situation, "It's as small as looking at each other, and it's as big as dancing. Step on your feet, anything can be a fuse. Do you have anything to say about this?"

    "I didn't do it on purpose, I didn't control my strength today, and I don't want to fall." Yang Yu felt aggrieved, "But this guy must have done it on purpose, he just wanted to quarrel!" Saying that, he glared at Xia Yuan fiercely.

      , don't you need to be punished? Hmph, I think you've been finding fault."

    "You!"

    Seeing only two words, they are about to fight again. As the third person present, Anmas can only come forward to stop: "Can you calm down?!"

    He who had a rather grumpy temper was about to be tossed into a gentle and tolerant opposite character.

    It's just that the expression looks a little dissatisfied, and even secretly fights with eyes.

    Anmus really didn't know how to separate these two people who were fighting **** as soon as they met, and how to reconcile this contradiction. When the students' affairs are reported to the teacher, the unspoken rules are broken, so he never thought of letting the teacher mediate.

    In the final analysis, it's just that the two people have different values, but they come together for various reasons, so there are always differences.

    Usually they could live in peace with each other, and they stayed for a long time, but now they are always like a lit fire, and a little hay thrown in can be burnt to ashes by the flames .

    "Actually, I know that you are still brooding about the... thing that day." Speaking of that, Amerston changed his words and continued, "But it goes on like this, you guys If you can’t listen to the class, you can’t learn new knowledge, and you can only hold back, can this satisfy you?”

    His tone was stern and questioning.

    The sharp imposing manner of swords, spears, swords and halberds, not only did not usher in a bad reflection, but stimulated the young people's rebellious bones.

    "Anmas, if you say that, you have been in a trance no less than that idiot Yang Yu in the past two days." I don't have enough sleep, but I still think of the beauty that makes you dream of purple, and I didn't even notice that Yang Yu didn't pose properly, it's not like you."

    "You are the idiot!" Yang Yu scolded back, and turned on the condemnation mode for Anmus, "Anmus, the main reason why I quarreled with this **** last time was because You made a wrong move in front, and then involved me, and I involved him. It's not just my responsibility."

    Under the double attack, Anmus couldn't maintain his sullen face.

    Dark gold's eyes are down and slightly closed, the plot of that day is vivid in my mind, the figure on the stage against the light is dazzling, but the memory is full of dark shadows.

    That's what the loser sees.

    After a while, his tone softened: "Sorry. Not only you, but I don't look like myself anymore."

    "...you don't need to say that." Yang Yu seemed to be suddenly frustrated, his shoulders collapsed, and his blue eyes dimmed, "It's true that we are in a wrong state, I'm sorry, it's me who should be sorry. ."

    "Why, it was just a blame meeting, but now it's a confession meeting?" Xia Yuan's mouth was still unforgiving, "It's not your turn to admit mistakes, I should say." He insisted Say what you've done wrong with the air as if you're completely right.

    "Actually, everyone's situation is not right recently." Yang Yu was lying on the table and muttered, "I saw someone walking and bumping into a street light, and when someone danced on the stage, their left foot was mixed. The right foot rolled off the stage, and when the guy was playing the trumpet, he actually blew the other side and exhaled into the loudspeaker, but nothing came out."

    "Except for the trumpet player who may have some vision problems, the other two may be distracted." Xia Yuan calmly analyzed and refuted what Yang Yu said was abnormal.

    "What do you know, it's not normal at all." Yang Yu said angrily, "I have always observed them, they are not like that at all, besides, if there are such confused people in this class, they should be should be eliminated."

     "Boom!"

    "His, um..."

    As soon as the voice fell, the sound of two objects colliding sounded not far away.

    The three of them looked at Yang Yu in surprise.

    The black-haired and green-eyed youth covered his forehead with one hand, pressed the other hand on the stone pillar, and frowned.

    "Qin?" Yang Yu stared at the man in disbelief, and said softly, "Xing, Xingdou?"

    The person who heard the voice withdrew his hand sharply, raised his head, his fair forehead was red, and it looked like it hurt a lot. Those deep green eyes glanced over, stopped like a dragonfly in the water, and quickly retracted.

    Then, as if confirming that there is nothing worth caring about, Xingdou didn't make any expression or greet, and turned away along the corridor.

    "It's really Star Dou." Anmus was also very surprised, and he sighed after watching the person walk away, "It's rare to see him confused, is he thinking about things?"

    "If Xingdou is like this, then it proves that the case is not special." Xia Yuan seemed to have caught something, and seemed to be proud, "Someone's abnormality is not counted."

    Yang Yu didn't answer, she just quietly looked at Xing Dou's figure, turned her head until she couldn't see it, and retorted dissatisfiedly: "You guys are really, really slow!"

    Without waiting for the two to say anything, he quickly said his thoughts: "Why do you always think that Xingdou will not feel it? Obviously that time, that time we lost! "

    "It wasn't me, it wasn't me and you, it was all of us who lost! Understand? Xingdou and Xingdou are also included."

    As if feeling sad, those azure blue eyes ooze some transparent light: "Didn't you find it? He looks weird. When I saw us occasionally before, I would nod and say hello, Even if he didn't say a few words, he always paid attention to the words and deeds of the people around him and listened patiently. He was obviously happy for a while with sweets and troubled when he saw us, but now he doesn't seem to care, like I didn't see it, as if I didn't feel it, I just left."

    "Can't you really notice? Xingdou is not right at all!"