One-star Idol Counterattack Plan

    "Sorry." The tall, white-haired, black-skinned boy sat on the seat in the lounge, frowned, and apologized as soon as he opened his mouth.

      Mistakes in performance, no unreasonable actions, just pure bad luck, how can I blame you."

    "The group in front of you is indeed very strong. We didn't take this factor into account, and it has little to do with you." Depends on the direction you care about.

    The other four people in the same team were relatively close to them.

    Anmus gave a wry smile and tried his best to raise the corners of his mouth: "The strength of the person in front is not an excuse that can be used as an excuse. If it was Wen Lun who encountered this kind of thing, he would not be as innocent as us. Defeated helplessly."

    "In the final analysis, we are too weak."

    As soon as this firm judgment came out, the scene fell silent.

    Yang Yu and Xia Yuan immediately realized that there was no need to persuade them anymore, not to mention that they didn't know what to say when they experienced this kind of situation for the first time.

    This is not a place where the comfort of the bystander can work. Getting hit and recognizing yourself may be a hindrance, but at the same time, it is also a thorny whip that turns into motivation, prompting people to move forward step by step 's motivation.

    "...We will help you win your share back." After a while, Xia Yuan held up his glasses and made a statement in a plain tone, then turned around to find himself without waiting for Anmas to respond. team members prepare.

    It was his group's turn shortly thereafter.

    Anmus watched him leave, and unlike the expression that did not have a particularly big ups and downs, the fist below was clenched tightly, the raised joints were faintly white, and the blue veins on the skin were straight.

    "This kind of thing...how can I help?" He almost murmured.

    Yang Yu, who was relatively close, noticed the expression that appeared on Anmas' face at that moment, only to feel that his heart was blocked, and hurriedly turned his head to the other side, pretending not to care.

    The always calm and dependable Anmas, turned out to have such an unwilling and angry expression... If one day he lost to someone like this, wouldn't it be more painful?

    At this moment, Yang Yu felt a real and unspeakable fear of this so-called competition.

    When Xia Yuan came to look for Xing Dou, the latter was still studying the stage in front of Anmas.

    That is the stage of Xiangming Group.

      For the performance of Class B, they seem to have no obvious shortcomings.

      , is indeed very eye-catching. No wonder he has the confidence to make a bet with him.

    Even in the process of watching and watching, he couldn't look at it completely from the perspective of research, he could only immerse himself in it from the perspective of appreciation.

    A formidable enemy.

    He made sure of that.

      The waves seemed to fall straight down in the next moment, drowning everything.

    But the mood disappeared quickly, as if it was just an illusion.

    "Yeah." The black-haired boy responded in a low voice, not thinking it was an illusion.

    He could probably guess the situation, because of Anmas' defeat, Xia Yuan was now in a state of preparation and waiting.

    Xing Dou also understands this, but considering the influence of the mood before going on stage on the performance, he still said more in a deep voice: "Xia Yuan, I was overwhelmed by the inexplicable and uncontrollable emotions, It's a show of bravery."

    "You don't need to say it, of course I understand." Xia Yuan glanced at him in surprise, disapprovingly, "I'm not the kind of idiot who takes the initiative to reveal flaws without starting."

    The first group ended soon, the applause from the audience came clearly through the loose barrier, and the long-term continuation seemed to herald something, putting potential pressure on the latecomers.

    Xia Yuan noticed that the expressions of the other team members were a little nervous, and wanted to say something to calm the situation, but he was also a little helpless, and he was afraid that the wrong words would damage morale, so he kept silent and prepared to take the stage.

    "Have you heard a sentence?" Before they stepped on the stage, Xingdou suddenly said a sentence, which caught the attention of his teammates.

    "What do you want to say?" Xia Yuan continued, feeling faintly that this would be a good breakthrough point to relieve tension.

    "The world is pitch-dark." The black-haired boy laughed recklessly, with a little bit of light flashing in his deep eyes, "Only the stars shine."

    "This is our stage! Won't you light it up?"

    Why is this guy doing better than me at this time?

    Xia Yuan unconsciously raised the corners of his mouth and responded in a low voice: "How can you be monopolized!"

    The other two were also relieved, and responded: "Yes!" "Don't underestimate us!"

    In the relaxed atmosphere of the four of them, the broad and narrow stage slowly opened.

    The crisp and high seagulls chirped and glide across the blue sky, occasionally grabbing something from the sea and flying. The noisy and rhythmic waves raged and swallowed the golden sand on the shore. The dark rocks were entwined by the lush seaweed and attached to the tiny shells. The soft sea breeze blows through the dense trees, bringing the unique smell of slightly fishy.

    "Haha, listen to what this guy is saying, he actually believes in such fairy tales!"

    Someone laughed sharply and loudly, followed by a few more mocking voices.

    "This guy is really a fool, he dares to say such things. Hahahaha!"

    "A well-known idiot full of nonsense."

    What looks like a harmonious beach is playing a discordant drama.

    On closer inspection, the boy's clothes were very shabby compared to the other three. The blue clothes were washed and turned white, and the cuffs and trousers were also seriously worn, revealing some eye-catching Lines, patches of different colors are not low.

    And he himself looked rather pitiful. Long, unkempt purple hair hangs down in front of his eyes, covering half of his face, his yellowish complexion and protruding thin cheeks show signs of malnutrition, and his pale lips are bloodless. He was like a powerless toy, being tossed around by the three of them at will.

    "That's not, it's not a story." The purple-haired boy was dizzy and still protesting, "There are really, really mermaids in the world! Someone has seen them in this sea."

    "Hahaha, this fool is still talking in his sleep." The man in the lead laughed, looking at him as if he was looking at something annoying, "Don't grow old if you don't have a clear mind. It's in front of everyone, it's very annoying, you."

    Speaking of which, the man kicked the purple-haired boy violently, and the other two cooperated to get out of the way, directly causing the boy to fall to the ground and retreated more than half a meter.

    "Wasting time on you, I haven't even thought about how much you should compensate me, hum!" The person who kicked him snorted coldly, looking at the purple-haired boy with his head down, he seemed to lose interest, " Lying down here is the most suitable for you! Don't appear in front of us again! Otherwise, I will kill you!"

    After finishing speaking, he left with the other two arrogantly.

    The purple-haired boy who was kicked lay on the beach for a while, a crab slowly passed by him, a seabird landed on him and stepped on him a few times, but he was unable to wake up the lying down people.

    It wasn't until the sun slowly faded into a dim yellow that he moved his fingers and slowly got up from the ground. Scattered sand and stones rolled down from him, and the rising waves wet his clothes, faintly reflecting the embarrassed and silent face of the young man.

    "No, it's not like that." He lowered his head and muttered something in a low voice, and a certain emotion surged in his eyes covered by his hair, "There must be mermaids in this world. !"

    The originally thin voice grew louder, and finally turned into an unquestioning assertion.

    The purple-haired boy stood up, turned to face the majestic sea, and looked at the depths that could not be seen carefully, as if he saw some legendary creature swimming happily.

    "I'll prove it! I'll prove it!" He repeated nervously, stepping forward, stepping into the deepening water, letting it slowly devour his ankles , calves, knees, and then waist.

    He seemed to sacrifice himself to the ocean, closed his eyes, and sank into the deep sea without hesitation, sinking into the unknown and endless abyss.

    With the sound of the waves getting stronger and stronger, the purple-haired boy was weak and lost consciousness.

    A flash of silver light appeared like lightning, reflecting the heavy sea water, and a pair of cold white arms protruded from the deeper sea water, gently hugging the sinking purple-haired boy.

    The surrounding sea water swayed rhythmically, forming an invisible road that opened up the front for those who came.

    The purple-haired boy only felt that he unconsciously felt some kind of soft and cold existence. He treated him with extra gentleness and gave him oxygen to continue to live.

    But his powerless eyes could not see the appearance of the man, and he could only return to a deep sleep.

      :

    "Are you awake?"

     Just as he was about to answer, he noticed that the man's half body immersed in the water flashed bright silver in the sun, with beautiful and gorgeous lines, extending out to bring out a sparkling end, with Metallic dazzling luster.

    That's a fish tail.