One-star Idol Counterattack Plan

    The team of Class A reunited, and the initial run-in was barely enough. In addition, Anmas seemed to have privately chatted with those people who were dissatisfied, and in the end, no other major problems occurred.

    The entire class of 17 people finally took shape, at least in the rehearsal the next afternoon, Xia Yuan could say "it's okay".

    Among them, Yang Yu, who is the C-position, performed more than a star and a half better than usual. He was probably enlightened, the error rate dropped sharply, and the expressiveness of his movements became much stronger. His voice tends to be clear and clear, but when he sings, he calms down, like an exceptionally calm scholar articulating clearly and slightly capable.

    As one of the front rowers who are also responsible for attracting attention, Anmas has been playing steadily as always, and the dance part is almost impeccable. It can be seen that he has put a lot of effort into researching it thoroughly. It's just that he is not very good at the high-pitched part, and it is easy to stutter when he sings, so after discussing it, he divided it into other parts of the non-high-pitched part to avoid weaknesses as much as possible.

    If Yang Yu is like a prominent dark horse, then Xia Yuan is unexpectedly perfect.

    He didn't know what he was thinking during this time, it seemed that he deliberately restrained his edge and hid himself under the light of others. It is neither the frequent search for a sense of presence at the beginning of the school year, nor the attention-grabbing Yang Yu.

    He silently recorded and accumulated everything he could.

     And corresponding to this silence, his strength has changed almost completely compared to the last time.

    Xia Yuan took the advice given by Gong Guangxi and found his own style—grey black, as ruthless as iron, and as precise as a clock, but this is the ruthlessness of the rule makers, rather than restrained seriousness.

    Whether he dances or sings, he reaches a very good level and guides others. He doesn't have any glaring flaws, at least on this premier song.

    Yang Yu used him as a template and found a lot of tricks and points.

    But the most interesting thing about this performance…

    "So, what's the origin of this guy?"

    Xia Yuan caught a glimpse of the guy who stood up and went to buy water while resting, panting slightly, and couldn't help but wonder if his structure was fundamentally different from his.

    The guy's rap was pretty bad when he performed last time, and now he's so fluent as if he's eaten a few rappers.

    Other places also seem to have improved slightly, obviously others are on the road of catching up. Only that person stands on his own peak and tries to go further.

    "Maybe it's the type you've cultivated since childhood." Anmas gulped down a sip of water, wiped his sweat with a towel, and also looked at the dark-haired boy who had gone away, thinking of something, " There was a corner of his clothes before, and the vest line is obviously not something that can be practiced in a short time."

    "Ah, I know, there are four shallow abdominal muscles, right!" Yang Yu was lying next to the corpse, and when he heard the topic, he sat up and shook the towel off his body .

    "...How did you know?" A voice asked softly, as if curious.

    So Yang Yu didn't think much of it, and answered cheerfully, "Did I not move backwards last time? Classmate Xingdou was behind, and I accidentally bumped into him when I pressed him. Speaking of which, it feels pretty good, and I also want to have…”

     Before he finished speaking, he turned his head, and the pink-haired boy smiled, exuding an aura like a monster in the abyss: "What? Why didn't you say anything?"

    Yang Yu "Wow!" screamed, and rolled and crawled behind Anmas, trying to hide his shivering body from the majestic one-meter-nine height.

    Anmas and Xia Yuan, one of them sighed and didn't want to get involved, the other didn't think it was a big deal to see a joke, and neither wanted to help the poor classmate.

    "Huh?" The pink-haired devil who didn't want to let go of him continued to look over, his eyes were extremely penetrating, "Student Yang Yu seems to have some interesting insights, why not share it with you? "

    Who wants to share with you!

    The envy in your eyes is about to come out!

    The blond and blue-eyed boy wondered when this person came, and looked around, trying to find something to disturb Wen Lun, just so he caught a glimpse of the black-haired boy who came back.

    Xingdou held a bottle of drink in his hand, with a towel around his neck, wearing a white triangle-neck T-shirt, black shorts, knee socks and white sneakers, casually put on a sports jacket, leisurely walked in.

    He seemed to have just washed his face and wiped off the water. But there are still some missing drops of water hidden in his hair, shining crystal-clear light in the sun, and the slightly damp hair is entangled in a few strands, revealing a clean and fair profile.

    Under the slightly drooping black long eyelashes, the deep green eyes stared at nothingness.

    Yang Yu looked at him and walked in so calmly, feeling a little guilty for no reason, quietly turned his head away, pretending that he didn't see anything.

    However, his sight also played a role, at least Wen Lun successfully shifted his attention to others.

    "Xing Dou classmate, are you hungry?" Wen Lun greeted him, not knowing where to conjure up a large amount of snacks, holding them in front of Xing Dou.

    Seeing this entangled guy, Xingdou subconsciously frowned and wanted to refuse, but just as he looked up to say something, he caught a glimpse of ice cream puffs, chocolate bars, etc. .

    Yang Yu and the others only saw that Star Dou, who usually does not enter the oil and salt, paused for a long time, pursed his lips, as if he was doing some psychological struggle, and finally rejected with a slightly sad look: "No need. "

    …Or give Xingdouplug something to eat quietly later.

    In a moment, Yang Yu had such a bold idea.

    Wen Lun, who was rejected, was not depressed, put away the snacks, blinked and said another thing: "Xing Dou, I heard that the Crescent Canteen has a new delicious mango mousse. , do you want to try it together?"

    This time the black-haired boy was silent for a short time, but he still refused: "No need."

    "Then..." Wen Lun said a lot, all of which were sweet, and all of them invited Xing Dou to go with him, but was rejected.

    However, Yang Yu discovered in the interaction between the two that, unknowingly, Xing Dou actually agreed with Wen Lun to call him directly.

    This sly guy!

    He secretly cursed in his heart, but admitted that Wen Lun had indeed spent a lot of effort to achieve this.

    I don't know how Wen Lun did this. The dance and songs are all good and above. Mingming, like them, was too tired to move a finger every time, yet he still had time to find these things to talk to Xingdou.

    Yang Yu asked Anmas what he thought.

    The tall black-skinned boy pondered for a moment, then gave a vague, yet philosophical answer: "When a person first sees a very distant and beautiful light, he will The moth is also fearless and stubborn, trying to catch it and let it stay."

    "Wen Lun's attitude always reminds me of such words." Anmus recalled the first time he saw them act together, "He put Star Dou in a very special place. "

    Yang Yu wanted to say something to refute, but when he thought of his uncontrollable gaze, he was a little awkward, so he didn't say more.

    After the gossip, the rehearsal continued.

    As time gets closer, silence and invisible pressure shrouded everyone's head, everyone is like a tight thread, and they dare not relax for a moment.

     Repeat and repeat, practice practice and practice.

    The accumulation is not only sweat, but also the strength of gradual growth.

    The first stage, because of ignorance, could not help but report the greatest fear and effort.

    The teenagers who are chasing their dreams can only see the lofty goals and the way forward.

    In the afternoon of the third day, the last rehearsal took place.

    It was the most beautiful performance to date, everyone's voices and dances seemed to be connected. From beat to beat, they can feel the breath and rhythm, the movement and the ups and downs of others.

    Harmony and harmony.

    The meaning of the song naturally slants out, and everything becomes clearly visible.

    The hardships and sorrows in the past, after this performance, only the comfort of completing one thing is left.

    Yang Yu stood in the middle, held her final posture for a while, took a breath, and suddenly couldn't help laughing.

    Have fun and be happy.

    So the others were also affected by this laughter and smiled one after another.

    The slightly embarrassed teenagers sat on the ground, smiling happily for some reason, and the slightly boring classroom changed in an instant.

    This is really a wonderful feeling - after so many boring trainings, enduring the pressure with an uneasy mentality, at this moment, I suddenly feel the edge of victory that I can touch a little bit .

    The Star Dou in it was a little infected, and it took a while to calm down.

    He realized what had happened - the common desire for victory, accumulated over the days, allowed them to perform a highly accomplished performance.

    As long as they maintain this enthusiasm, maybe they really won't lose.

    At the end of the third day, character assignment and costume customization.

    In this era, the production of clothing has been fully carried out by intelligent machines, the production speed is fast and the probability of error is small, so this part is usually solved at the end.

      Rebuttals or exchanges are not tolerated.

    Everyone entered the fitting room with the clothes that were assigned in high spirits. After changing clothes, they all showed shocked expressions when they saw themselves in the mirror.

    There are hundreds of gods in Greek mythology, and the seventeen people can choose from a wide range, and the characters that fit the temperament are also easy to find.

    The third generation of **** Zeus, queen of gods Hera, goddess of wisdom Athena, **** of sun Apollo, goddess of hunting and moon Artemis, **** of Hades, **** of sea Poseidon... These are based on people The archetypal **** likes luxurious and beautiful things, and the clothes are even more eye-catching.

    Students who usually look good wear gorgeous and complicated costumes, which is a veritable icing on the cake, and it is even more amazing after putting on some makeup.

    They just came out trying to be complacent when someone sparkly stabbed their pride.

    Blonde hair is soft and brilliant, blue eyes like sleeping lake water, clear chin and nose tip like God's paintings.

    The off-white blouse with wide flat shoulders slants to cover the waist, and the embellished pink diamonds and light red lines add a bit of ambiguous shadow.

    The white half trousers are wrapped with light-colored warm roses, blooming with extreme love and joy.

    He is like some kind of hazy love and beauty, quietly descending into the world.

    “…what role is Yang Yu? How can he break through the sky and show off his beauty.”

    "Oh, oh, it seems like...beauty?"