One-star Idol Counterattack Plan

    "Even if it's the **** of beauty, wouldn't the clothes be too fancy?" A classmate dressed as the **** of the west wind couldn't help but complain, "That is, if Yang Yu can dress properly, the clothes It’s really not something that ordinary people can handle.”

    "No way." A deep and deep voice came from behind, answering this question.

    "The more stunning and exaggerated the effect on stage, the better."

    Anmus emphasized and walked over slowly.

    He was wearing a waist-length white cape, and the interlaced lines on the dark red shirt looked rough and airy, and the mixed gold threads vaguely showed his extraordinary identity. The dark coffee high-waisted trousers range from wide to narrow, which outlines a lean and capable figure. The brown boots on the feet tend to be retro styles, and the complicated lines on the boot surface outline a certain seal.

    In addition, the iron wrist guards on his arms, the small shield hanging obliquely around his waist, the sword-shaped pendant and the spear-shaped earring around his neck all strengthen his sense of bravery and fighting .

    “…Anmus, who are you?”

    The young man with white hair and black skin seemed to see his classmates hesitating to talk, and sighed: "I understand what you want to say. Although I don't understand where I am with the **** of war, Ari It looks like it, but those who are professional in fashion design are very insistent, saying that this skin color is the most suitable for the God of War."

    "It is said that other gods except Athena, and Ares is suitable for me. I want to choose one between the two."

    Anmas had a complicated expression: "For the time being, I still have the right to choose. Yang Yu actually protested when he got the clothes, but we suppressed it."

    At that time, Yang Yu firmly didn't want to wear such fancy clothes, and he argued with reason. Later, he was directly killed by the sentence "If you are not in the C position, you can not wear it", and accepted his own dress. .

    Now after wearing it, I seem to dislike the fringe of the clothes, so I went back and fiddled with it by myself.

    "I think you and Ares are quite similar, from the point of view of being belligerent and good at fighting." The precise comment appeared as promised, Xia Yuan smoothed the corner of his clothes, subconsciously wanted to touch his glasses, but I found that it had been removed to match the character, so I had to change my hand to brush my hair.

    He was wearing a thick collarless shirt in a color between dark blue and dark green, with light gold dust sprinkled into it, like a galaxy. The hands exposed by the trumpet sleeves, which are narrow at the top and wide at the bottom, wear a few gradient dark blue balls. On the other hand is a small shell ring.

    Or to accentuate the top, the trousers are a little more ordinary, just black straight-leg pants, finely patterned with dark waves and rivers.

    "Are you Poseidon?" Anmus looked at him for a while and spit out an answer.

    "What do I have like that unrequited lover? That merciless look, where there are fish in the entire ocean, I am afraid all his descendants. Oh no, he does have fish The descendants of this kind are the kind that don’t avoid meat and vegetarian food.”

    Xia Yuan was very disdainful: "Compared to Poseidon, I would rather be Hades, at least I have the greatest power by my strength."

    "If you are Hades, it will be difficult for me." A slightly soft voice appeared together with the pink-haired boy.

    At first glance, Wen Lun's clothes are the most common white silk shirts and trousers of the same color with a sense of draping, but with a little more pleated design, and a lot of emerald green clothes decorate. But once he moved, the green bushes and light yellow petals that were engraved on the inside of the clothes with high technology appeared piece by piece.

    The light green and the wanton blooming little flowers are very harmoniously mixed together. On the snow-white cloth, it seems to stage a bright scene of a broken glacier and the arrival of spring.

    The emerald gemstones and deep emerald earrings he carried showed an unexpectedly dazzling presence at this moment, instantly brightening the color of the whole person, and deepening the softness of his body .

    Almost needless to say, Anmus guessed his identity: "...So why are you a spring god?"

    However, this guy doesn't look like a guy who is qualified for this kind of role, it should be a more sinister type of Nemesis.

     "Who knows, maybe it matches my hair color? As long as there is no Hades here who will forcefully rob people, everything is under the protection of the earth."

    Wen Lun glanced at the people around him carelessly, his eyes flicked over Xia Yuan, and went to find his own target: "Xia Yuan is a **** related to the ocean? Born out of the ocean, or for a deep reason with the ocean."

    "This part is a good guess. Speaking of which, Persephone is quite an interesting goddess."

    Xia Yuan saw what he looked like and remembered something: "When Persephone is in the underworld, it represents the seed sleeping in darkness, she has always longed for a light and spring that is completely different from the darkness. It's a pity that I always have to stay in the underworld for a while, and I have to be trapped in the abyss."

    Hearing this, Wen Lun paused, turned his eyes away, and looked at the purple-haired boy who seemed to have found something: "It's really interesting, then... who are you?"

    In those calm black pupils, a certain kind of red was revealed like a water mirror.

      The long silver-black hair was braided, wrapped around the slender neck, and fell behind him.

    Connected to the cloak, he was also wearing a black robe, so he couldn't see the clothes inside. The black sickle between the neck is clear, and it is particularly conspicuous when it flickers.

    Just walking around and raising his hand, there seemed to be black and mysterious lines extending from the cold white wrist.

    "You guessed it right." Xia Yuan looked at him and raised his eyebrows, "So polite, you are..."

    "You are Thanatos, right?" A certain pink-haired teenager took the lead, squeezed past, and answered by the way.

    Xia Yuan glanced at Wen Lun, whose face changed instantly, and reiterated to himself in his heart that he should not bother with this kind of guy before the game, so he endured his anger.

    Anmus saw his unpleasant expression and patted his shoulder comfortingly: "It's not easy for you. But Thanatos is still very suitable for him, death and cruelty, A beautiful boy who stole his soul."

    "Well." Xingdou over there did not expect that they were discussing the meaning of gods, and responded to the previous speculation.

    After carefully looking at Wen Lun in front of him, he slowly pursed his lips.

    "What's wrong?" He could only judge Xing Dou's thoughts from the lower half of his face, but Wen Lun was still keen, but his eyes were still glued to his lips.

    "...Nothing." Xingdou turned his head and avoided his sight.

    He didn't understand why Wenlun was the Persephone who represented spring and growth, but he was even more puzzled—why could he wear such fancy and conspicuous clothes?

    Under the veil, Xingdou looked at the others vaguely. Then he discovered that, except for himself, all these people were dressed in colorful and extraordinarily bright clothes. Especially Yang Yu, who came out of the locker room, is a huge luminous body, like saying "You can't refuse my brilliance".

    And here it seems, only he is the **** of the underworld.

    Consciously being excluded from the colorful pie, Xingdou was not very happy and was going to discuss with the costume designer, at least change the robe to white. Wen Lun followed him and asked him if he would like to go eat together later.

    "Ah, Xingdou!" Yang Yu's cheerful voice sounded from behind.

    Then there are footsteps that seem to be very excited for some reason: "Look at my clothes, does it fit well? I thought it would look very girly before, but now I look at it, it's actually fine, worthy of It's me, look at you!"

    Xingdou, who was annoyed by Yang Yu, stopped and wanted him to stop arguing.

    In the end, Yang Yu, who didn't expect him to stop, didn't stop the car for a while, his footsteps crooked, his eyes widened, and he rushed straight towards him.

    Wen Lun responded very quickly and stopped him.

    But there is no fulcrum in mid-air, Yang Yu grabbed something indiscriminately and pressed down.

     With a chirp, the black cloak fell.

    The silver and black interwoven hair was thrown up for a moment by the force, and then returned to its original place.

    The mysterious black pattern wraps around the cold white skin, like a snake body, occupying the territory from the arms to the shoulders.

    The dark grey sleeveless gold-trimmed top is close to the body, outlines the chest and waist, and sinks into the crotch. The black half-length trousers just didn't reach the calf, revealing the silver metal willow boots.

    The black diamond earrings and the sickle-shaped necklace are all glamorous and meticulous.

    The slender chain turned into a bracelet that locks the soul, and he stayed quietly on the seemingly slender wrist, and the sound of Xisuo sounded slightly when he moved.

    The sensuality and mystery of the dark are intricately intertwined in this person.

    Yang Yu grabbed the cloak in his hand, stared blankly at the person in front of him, and apologized hesitantly: "That, I'm sorry, I, I didn't mean it."

    "Your sophistry is useless, I wrote it down." Wen Lun blinked, decisively turned on the virtual screen, took a few pictures, and then turned on the video mode.

    It's just that the target is Star Dou.

    Xing Dou saw Yang Yu's embarrassment and also saw Wen Lun recording. He was more concerned about changing a robe now, and didn't bother to entangle with these two guys. He bent down and took the black robe, and said to Wen Lun "delete it", so he didn't want to worry about it.

    The pink-haired boy looked at the virtual screen with regret, reluctantly for a while, but deleted it.

    Yang Yu's eyes didn't change, he kept watching Xing Dou put on his robes again, only to realize what he was doing, he turned his head secretly and didn't dare to look again.

      Waste of capital, isn't it?"

    Then got a cold reply from Xingdou, "What are you talking about in your sleep during the day".

    Xia Yuan was in a better mood when he saw their liveliness: "Even if you have a whim, you should understand, and you can't change it now. Our rehearsal has acquiesced to this, and he understands it too. Impossible to replace."

    "I'm just a pity all of a sudden." The white-haired, black-skinned boy sighed, "Our class isn't the only one with a radiant beauty like Yang Yu, isn't it?"

    "Humph." Xia Yuan didn't say anything, but from his attitude, it was a default.

    On this day, Xingdou still failed to change into a white robe. The fashion design students insisted that the Grim Reaper should look like Grim Reaper, and that it would not be Grim Reaper if it were changed to white, so they didn't agree anyway.

    So on the second day of the competition, the four classes of students finally met.

    One side is the jungle full of wild charm, the other side is the heaven where divinity and humanity coexist, the other side is the mysterious shadow army, and the other side is the classical drama evolved from the classic opera.

    On the stage of playing style and comparing differences, there is only one winning rule - unparalleled attraction.