One-star Idol Counterattack Plan

    The venue for this performance is off-campus, so I took the college bus to go there in the morning.

    The official game starts at 3 o'clock in the afternoon. In the morning, it is mainly to familiarize yourself with the venue, check the equipment and decide the order of the game.

    Familiarity with the venue is not a mandatory requirement, so there is no specified time to arrive, and the four classes participating in the competition can freely choose the departure time.

    Perhaps it was a coincidence, when Xingdou and the others got into the car and set off, they drove a car of the same type from the other side of the gate at the same time. Looking at the driving direction, they were still on the same road.

    The privacy glass makes it difficult to see the people sitting in the car, but the students in class A have already started to discuss excitedly which class is in the opposite car. I don't know if the curiosity about the opponent overwhelmed the heaviness of the upcoming game, or it was all to ease the tense atmosphere. Most of the people tried their best to talk, showing exaggerated expressions and showing an active state.

    Yang Yu was talking to Anmas in the front row, Anmas often answered a few words while listening, Xia Yuan on the other side was watching the virtual screen with earplugs.

    Wen Lun suffered from severe motion sickness. She had taken medicine and lay dead in the back row.

    Everyone seems to be heading for a happy party, not a battlefield so heavy that it will be eliminated at any time.

    The car on the opposite side would not be such a lively scene.

    Xingdou sat alone in the back corner by the window, resting his chin with one hand, listening to the noise around him, and staring blankly at the scenery passing by the window, but remembered that it was already blurry 's dream.

    A venue that can accommodate 4,000 people is not too small in this era, nor can it be called a big one.

    But even so, when the stage is empty, the world seems to become smaller and narrower, I dare not look down and think about why.

    Many unspeakable answers need to be buried in midnight dreams.

    Occasionally, he would be curious, what kind of power was supporting the lonely ghost?

    Now he can't tell what he thought at that time, maybe it's unwillingness, maybe it's ambition, maybe...

    "Beep-"

      Kwang-hee waved to them from below.

    The students who were noisy all the way down when they saw the teacher, opened the door, and went down one by one.

    The pink-haired boy who covered his eyes with his hands was motionless, and seemed to have no response. He slowly raised the corners of his lips for a while, and said to himself, "So it's him."

    When class a got off the bus, the other car that was traveling along the way also stopped steadily. After a slight opening sound, the mysterious traveler finally appeared.

    This is a class of nineteen. When getting off the car, it seems to be in a certain order, quiet and rigorous. Similar to their previous curiosity, after the group of teenagers came together, they silently observed the people in Class A.

    After Xing Dou got out of the car, he immediately felt the very presence of his eyes projected on him.

    He looked over with his feeling, and met a pair of dark gold eyes with deep fighting intent.

    So the black-haired boy raised his eyebrows slightly, raised the corner of his mouth, made a smile, and raised his hand: "Yo, isn't this...Xiang Ming?"

    Xiang Ming had reason to suspect that the suspicious pause was because he forgot his name, or wanted to say something like Wang Jiang.

    With such a guess, the familiar anger came up.

    He sneered at the unnamed guy: "What a coincidence, I thought we would see each other on stage."

    According to Xingdou's daily behavior pattern, it is time to put on a mocking face and say something wicked to make Xiangming even more angry.

    It's a pity that Gong Guangxi is here today.

    Since ancient times, all students who are Xiang Xue will behave well in front of the teacher, at least have the appearance of a student.

    So Xingdou just smiled at Xiangming politely and distantly, did nothing, and returned to the class in obedience.

    Xiang Ming looked at the reaction that didn't seem to care, and only felt that a punch hit the cotton, which was extremely weak and uncomfortable.

    "Today's stage...I must win!" He clenched his fists and lowered his voice, like some kind of oath.

    Other students in class b felt that their c position was in a very bad mood today and did not dare to approach.

    Wen Lun, who got off the bus later, saw the unusual communication between the two. For some reason, he didn't see Xing Dou all the time. His first reaction to this strange guy who suddenly appeared and was very hostile was whether to help Xing Dou kill him.

    But if you think about it, you can understand that this method is not suitable, at least you need to understand what this person means to Star Dou.

    "Xing Dou, did you know that person just now?" Wen Lun came over with pure curiosity, "He seems to be scolding you."

    Of course he didn't hear what the man muttered, but just looking at the angry expression, it didn't seem like he was saying good things, and it didn't prevent him from trying to find out Xingdou's attitude.

    However, what made him feel much better was that the black-haired boy was not surprised at all after listening to it, and calmly replied: "Xiang Ming from Class B is the C position in the first game. It doesn't matter what you say, it will always be defeated at my feet."

    "That's right." Wen Lun smiled.

    Xiang Ming's threat was directly crossed out, Xing Dou obviously did not have a very positive impression of him, and it was not worth mentioning.

      Once the machine is turned on, it can instantly turn this place into a fantasy space that any style can control.

    Even if you don't talk about the magic after this change, the shock and excitement brought by the vast space is enough to make this group of idol reservists who saw this stage for the first time excited.

    "There is a breath of excitement here." Yang Yu looked left and right, his eyes flashing.

    "Indeed." Anmus nodded and looked at the **** stage carefully.

    Others couldn't help but feel agitated, like chicks seeing the sky for the first time, chattering and restless.

     Gong Guangxi rarely reprimanded them directly, but just looked at the group of students with a smile, recalling the past when he first saw a similar stage a long time ago. It's just that he swept his eyebrows and found an outlier among the students who were more or less excited.

    The black-haired and green-eyed boy quietly looked at the stage with a light expression, as if there was something around him that isolated others, so everything was lonely and cold.

    "Xingdou, are you unhappy?" A slight force came from behind, and the gentle teacher seemed to be pure and kind, "Why show a sad expression, we haven't lost yet. "

    Xing Dou subconsciously wiped the corner of his eyes with the back of his hand to confirm that there were no water marks, and then calmly replied: "You are wrong, my expression has not changed."

    Gong Guangxi exclaimed, "So I read it wrong", he did not continue to explore, but still had a smile on his face. Just thinking about what to do when the game is over.

    After simply watching the stage, Gong Guangxi entrusted them to Feng Xuesong: "Follow Teacher Feng to the lounge, here I will draw lots with other class guides to decide your competition order. My Luck is always good, don't worry."

    The brown-haired, brown-eyed teacher nodded and warned solemnly: "Don't mess around outside the school. Except for the stage, everything must be done according to our requirements."

    Then led the students who nodded again and again to the lounge, which was also the pre-match preparation room.

    He then had a few words with Anmus, received their stage design, and prepared to hand it over to the backstage staff to try it out and see the effect.

    It is normal to come here, the only thing that is puzzling is that Feng Xuesong deliberately looked at Wen Lun before leaving, and told him something incomprehensible: "You must do your best on the stage, but don't force it. Your talent doesn't stop there."

    The pink-haired boy responded obediently.

    Xing Dou remembered the first advanced acting class, and vaguely realized that Wen Lun's growth route might have a lot to do with Feng Xuesong.

    But this is not what he wants to consider deeply for the time being, and more importantly, the game.

    Xingdou clicked on the virtual screen, clicked on the invisible player in the ear, and once again watched the stage of their rehearsal, sinking.

    Others also seem to feel the tension flowing in the air, keep quiet, and adjust their mentality alone. Yang Yu, who has always been bluffing, didn't say a word, and watched the dance moves repeatedly, trying to reduce the error rate. Wen Lun was also looking at the virtual screen, and his smiling face looked a little ruthless.

    Xia Yuan did not know where to take out a book and read it. Anmus closed his eyes and tapped his knees with his fingertips as he listened to the rhythm.

    Soon, Gongguang Xi sent a message to inform them of the result of the lottery—the first in class B, the second in class C, the third in class A, and the finale in class D.

    There is also a short message attached - although it is not the opening, nor the finale, it is after the fatigue-prone midfield, but teacher, I am optimistic about you!

    …This person is deceiving when he says he is lucky!

    The students of class a made a fuss about this in the group, breaking the atmosphere that had been deadly until just now.

    The more pleasant the atmosphere, the quicker the time will be spent. After completing the stage inspection, having a simple lunch, changing clothes, and finishing the makeup, the only thing left is to wait for the stage.

    On the projection that they used to watch the situation in the venue, it clearly showed the 4,000 spectators who were filled one after another and the temporary host who appeared on the stage.

    The host is also a senior in the industry who was in the limelight in the past. He has extremely professional ability to control the stage. It is very easy to master the stage at this level. He can explain the situation in a few words and increase the audience's expectation At the same time, the curtain was opened for the game.

    “…Next, we will travel to ancient times together to experience the wild and hot jungle code!”

    The voice fell, the lights died suddenly, and the host slowly left from the dark.

    When the lights came on again, the tall trees with lush foliage and shaded the sun took up most of the stage. , the small insect chirping and the distant roar of the beast gradually began.

    After the quiet and melodious forest tune, there was a rustling sound.

    "Ow!"

    The lurking beast jumped up following the high-pitched voice, stooped and stepped on, raising his arms and arms.

    Performers in animal costumes, with pointed ears on the top of their heads, listening to any wind and grass, with their tails raised behind them, maintaining absolute balance at all times.

    The most important thing is that sharp, sharp-edged eyes.

      Get fit.

    Dark gold eyes are like the arrogant king of the jungle, ruthlessly plundering everything.

    "We are absolutely free beasts that will never be tamed, and we will risk our lives to win!"

    "Killing, biting, fighting, cheating, betrayal, only survival in the jungle is victory!"

    The way they express the survival of beasts is also the most cruel and common law of the jungle.