One-star Idol Counterattack Plan

    Different from the slightly serious atmosphere on the Xingdou side at the moment, there was an unspeakable solemnity among the 1A students who were left behind.

    Yang Yu buried himself between his arms, not wanting to be seen with his ugly and frustrated face, and his fingertips turned white. Anmus stood with his back to the others, his face tense, and his whole body felt a sense of pressure from the bowstring being pulled to the extreme.

      Wen Lun stared blankly at the door, as if he was looking at someone who was gone and never looked back, the red in his dark eyes grew stronger.

    Even people who are joking, can't say the least bit of laughter at this time.

    It's not that they haven't experienced failure, and it's not that they can't afford to lose, but it is the first time for them to feel such a strong sense of frustration since entering the academy.

    Different from the previous competition with other classes, the difference between winning and losing at that time was not always large. It seemed that as long as you worked harder, you would be able to get on the arm of victory and turn defeat into victory.

    This time, it was like being slapped by someone from a high cloud, and fell heavily into the dust, stained with mud and embarrassed. A contemptuous opponent above his head. What's even more ironic is that the person who made them clearly recognize the difference in strength can easily make them understand without even having to say much, without deliberately explaining it in words - the so-called difference between clouds and mud.

    It's almost impossible to resist. Even if they choose what they do best, they still don't earn half a point for themselves.

    If this is the reality, Yang Yu feels that he can understand why Xingdou decided to choose the second grade. In the face of insignificant little guys like them, those people can be crushed to death with no effort at all. If it wasn't for Xing Dou, maybe they wouldn't even have a second chance.

    Actually, even if it was a mistake, but they inherited the love of the stars. Perhaps he shouldn't scold him too much for switching camps. But Yang Yu couldn't help but feel sad, as if someone had stuffed him with a lemon in his heart, and he couldn't help but feel the sour water, and at the same time, there was a burning pain when the slight wound came into contact with the sour water.

    He didn't want to eat lemon-flavored things anymore after that, it was so annoying. he thought.

    Anmus stood for a while and calmed down, realizing that it was useless to think about superfluous things at this time, and it might even affect everyone. He closed his eyes, opened them again, and on the surface he regained his usual calm appearance. He took three steps and two steps to come to Xia Yuan, who was still cleaning his glasses.

    "Xia Yuan, the game in seven days... what do you think?" Anmas thought that since Xia Yuan specially set the rematch time to seven days, rather than a month or more They made preparations, plus what he said before that they were arranged, he felt that Xia Yuan knew something.

    The person who heard the conversation between the two also tried their best to restrain their emotions and pricked up their ears.

    "I heard before that the seniors will only stay in the school for a while, and they have other things to do." Xia Yuan stopped, put on his glasses, and said calmly, "It is impossible to entangle with us all the time. I guess the longest time they can give us is about seven days. In fact, I also took a gamble. If this time is not enough, I will consider reducing it. Luckily, they gave us seven days. ."

    Anmus understands that he is right, at this moment, except for the extra time, everything is not much different from the original. If you want to improve your strength by yourself in just seven days, and then beat experience in one fell swoop A rich second grade is simply a nonsense.

    The current situation is that the death penalty is changed to a suspended death sentence, and he will soon be sent to the execution ground.

    He couldn't say anything to refute, the dark golden eyes were hidden in the shadow of the hair, some dull like inorganic matter, not the bright and bright brilliance of the past.

      .

    "That won't work."

    Surprisingly, the first person to speak was Wen Lun, who had previously reduced his sense of existence.

    "What do you want to say?" Anmus glanced coldly.

    He already knew that this guy sneaked up to the enemy during the game and looked like he was going to join the enemy, but because this guy has always only done superficial work in front of Star Dou, he didn't have a good relationship with others. I don't even care. At this moment, apart from being a little surprised by Wen Lun's first speech, there was only a warning, "This kid shouldn't say anything about joining the enemy camp."

      With an expression on his face, he said his thoughts seriously, "If you don't do this, you can't do it. That's not a victory."

    "What do you mean?" Someone couldn't hold back.

    "Don't you understand?" Wen Lun raised his eyebrows and explained, "If we can't win most of the victories, we are losers. If we become losers, Xingdou will not come back."

    In a sense, Yang Yu, whose brain circuits and Wen Lun can connect, instantly understood what he meant.

    The reason why Xingdou chose the second grade is not only because the strength of the second grade is stronger, but also he always only looks at the strong. leave traces in the heart.

    Yang Yu, who had some contact with Xing Dou, knew it all too well that Xing Dou was never looking at things behind him, he would only look at higher places.

    If they lose again this time, they will be labeled as a loser by Xingdou and will never come back to them.

    "It doesn't matter if the betrayer doesn't come back!" Someone also understood what Wen Lun wanted to express, red eyes and angrily said, "He didn't give up voluntarily, why should we still Work hard for him to come back."

    "That is to say, he obviously doesn't want to be with us, so why do we have to get together to help him."

     "That guy doesn't treat us as his fellow classmates at all, does such a thing, and wants to come back?!"

    "Wen Lun, don't you act with personal feelings? It's not worth it for a traitor."

    It seems to have opened a magic box that has been hidden since they learned of Xingdou's betrayal, and everyone is indignantly criticizing and scolding the person who is no longer in this place, as if to follow this sentiment Excited emotions let out all the repression.

    Anmus and Xia Yuan watched the others chatter, one sneered, the other sneered, and just as they were about to say something, they were preempted.

    "So what do you mean, you want to lose this game, and then obediently quit the idol department?" Yang Yu had already raised his head from his arms, looking at the excited classmates, he couldn't help but Frowning, he asked sharply.

    “…” Thinking of the strength of the second-year students, they fell silent. After a long while, someone said dissatisfied: "Even if we win, it has nothing to do with the betrayer. Is it possible to invite him back?"

    "It has nothing to do with it at all? So, the chance to come again this time is all earned by me?" Xia Yuan lifted his glasses and looked sharply, "And It doesn't matter what someone does, does it?"

    This guess is actually Xia Yuan’s secret idea, but he couldn’t agree with this point of view at this time, he just put on a mocking smile: "What evidence do you have? The second-year student said it was because of Star Dou. , you said it was because of the class guide, so what about the evidence? If you can't give evidence, are you ready to set you up without evidence?"

    "You!" Of course that person wouldn't have any evidence, but he didn't panic, and turned to attack Xia Yuan's position, "You're just trying to protect Xingdou like this, only But you were close in the game before, and you had a good relationship! If other people here did this, you wouldn't say such a thing at all."

    "So what?" Xia Yuan did not refute at all, "Could it be that I want to favor you? Can your strength really be favored by the second grade?"

    The thing that was said to be the most concerned about, the man finally became angry and rolled up his sleeves to come over and have a good "communication".

    "Calm me all!" The huge sound overwhelmed the noisy argument, and the iron gong that was beaten violently trembled in the air.

    The tall boy with a sullen face sullen, his eyes like a knife cut through the two parties involved in the dispute, he said: "If you want to quarrel like this and lose, you might as well quit the idol department now!"

    Everyone kept silent and listened to Anmus.

    Anmus, who was stared at by so many eyes, felt a headache and pressed his temples, and then he suppressed his anger: "I know that everyone feels uncomfortable when they lose, and they are all in a fire, thinking about it. Find something to vent. But such a meaningless quarrel is useless. If you fall down and stand up again, you will not forget the pain of the fall."

    "Wen Lun is right, we have to have a real victory this time. Not only to bring the betrayal back so that he knows the fate of the betrayal, but also for ourselves."

    The white-haired, black-skinned boy stretched out his hand and slammed his chest heavily, his eyes seemed to be burning, and he said loudly: "I can't get enough to cover up this unwilling victory, this The pain will not go away! We must win, not a victory for two people, but an absolute and unquestionable victory!"

    After speaking, the audience fell silent.

    It took a while for someone to sniff, someone to wipe the corner of their eyes, and someone to clench their fists.

    The teenagers who are easy to be hot-blooded are willing to temporarily put aside those entanglements and arguments, their eyes are red, and with their noses for the same goal, they respond in unison: "We must win! We must win!"

    "...It seems that you don't need to appear." Outside the classroom, Gong Guangxi smiled and tilted his head to Feng Xuesong who came here specially.

    Feng Xuesong unhurriedly loosened his cuffs, and his tone was flat: "They are not so fragile children."

    Who are you deceiving? Which one volunteered to give the students some ideological education and then came in a hurry.

     Gong Guangxi, who mocked his colleagues in his heart, did not change his smile: "Yes, it seems that we have taught quite well."

    Feng Xuesong had nothing to say about his behavior of putting gold on his face, and changed the subject: "So if you come, you mean that the preparations are complete?"

    "Of course." Gong Guangxi snapped his fingers handsomely, showing a happy expression to the students in the classroom, "Isn't that what the story says? After the heroes fail, not only will they If you rekindle your courage again, you will get the help of your elders to get the so-called 'Golden Finger'?"

    He smiled slyly: "As an elder and a teacher, didn't I come here to send thick golden fingers to my dear students? Right? Two."

    At the last sentence, his eyes turned to the other corridor.

    Under the shadow of the large area, the young man with slightly curly silver hair leaned lazily on the pillar in the corridor, yawned, his light blue eyes were glowing, and the dark circles under his eyes were slightly heavier. The tone also showed a sense of burnout: "Yes, yes, Senior Gong, you are really good at calling people."

    The man opposite him was red-haired and flamboyant, dressed in fashion, standing in a well-lit place, blinking like a cat, holding a mirror and thinking about his beautiful face: "Is this makeup too light, should I change to a heavier color?"

    Hearing Gong Guangxi's words, this man waved his hand casually: "Senior Gong, don't worry, it's absolutely fine to leave it to me, I'm very good at teaching people!" After speaking, he continued to study his own Are your eyebrows lighter than a few days ago, and do you need to reshape them?

    "...Although I don't want to express my opinion on your way of looking at people, are you sure it's okay this time?" Worrying about the students has already begun.

      , or has been robbed by another class, we are lucky if they can come."

     "Don't worry, it looks unreliable because they have such a personality." He patted his colleague on the shoulder, "But when it comes to teaching, both of them are experienced."

    "Since what you said." Feng Xuesong could only choose to believe.

    In the classroom separated by a wall, the students who still don't know what gift the class guide will give you have regrouped and discussed how to train.