One-star Idol Counterattack Plan

    "Under what circumstances would people bet on a game with a much higher probability of losing than winning?"

    After explaining to Yi Xin about the upcoming match with Xiang Ming, Xing Dou asked this question very abruptly.

    "Hmm." The manager, who was busy clearing data and planning a new training table during this time, stopped writing, put her fingertips against her chin and thought for a while, as if she felt that it was difficult to answer , subconsciously frowned.

    "In my opinion..." After a while, she hesitated, "Either she was too brave, or... she was too scared."

    "Afraid of...?"

    "Well, it's terrible to lose, but for the person who is desperate, there are more terrible things than losing." The girl with bright eyes said, "So even if you want to lose, you can't escape."

    The air froze for a moment, and there seemed to be tiny dust floating in the golden sunlight, shining on the two people who were silent, leaving some time-shattering silence.

    So the black-haired boy was silent for a moment, looked away, and made an inaudible "um".

    The girl did not notice the difference, and put herself into work again, and this topic ended.

    …

    Compared with the past, in fact, Xingdou could vaguely perceive that the outcome of this match was not a definite certainty.

    In the first dance, he and Xiang Ming have their own strengths and weaknesses, and the outcome depends on the preferences of the majority of the audience. He was relieved by the results of the second day, and in the end he beat Xiang Ming by a not-so-obvious gap.

    In the second performance, even if he was not reconciled, he had to admit that he was superior to Xiangming in terms of strength. His basic skills are simply not enough to win. So it's not surprising that we lost in the end that day.

    After one win and one loss, the key to this bet lies in the third game.

    The third session is not so much a test of skills as a test of on-the-spot expressiveness.

    In a street show, the level of performance is very important, but it is more important to mobilize the audience's emotions, so that the audience can be fully attracted by the music and stop for it.

    Because the street scene is different from the grand auditorium, it has a sense of life and randomness. The elegant atmosphere of art will be weakened in such occasions that are not suitable for quiet listening, and the audience also prefers popular art with no threshold form.

    I don't know what kind of consideration Xiang Ming chose to play on the street, but for Xingdou, there is a chance to make up the gap between the two.

    Purely in terms of musical instrument attainments, he probably couldn't beat Xiang Ming, who had been practicing since he was a child.

    The ability to attract an audience is a different field.

    It is up to you.

    The time of their competition this time is different from the previous two days. If it is evening, there may not be many pedestrians in the park, and the desired effect cannot be achieved. So after thinking about it again and again, the time was changed to around two in the afternoon.

    The sun was shining brightly at this time, and it sprinkled it on the crowd without hesitation. The green and tall trees seem to be carefully outlined with bright corners, and a few gray-white birds pass through the forest, hopping and pecking at something. The gorgeous light and color set off the gentle and quiet beauty of the white stone park. The laughter of the children's slapstick came from a distance, and it was hazy like an illusion.

    "As a stage, it's not bad, right?" A familiar voice sounded. Xiang Ming, who had changed into casual clothes, carried a huge box on his back, as if he had been waiting for a long time, with a slightly showy tone.

    "It's alright." Xingdou nodded, noncommittal, turned his eyes and scanned the park, trying to find a suitable spot. It must not disturb other people's passing, and it must be enough to attract attention.

    I didn't get more praise than Xiang Ming expected. After all, the person he faced was not some follower in the class who would only chase after him, but he was difficult and indifferent like a cat Changeable and ruthless guy.

    "The official start will be 15 minutes later, and the AI ​​tracking data function will be turned on at that time." He also devoted himself to the game, looking for a place and turning around to leave, looking for the place while not forgetting Reminder of the rules for this round.

    AI will help record the number of people they have attracted, and then give a scoring conclusion after fuzzy processing, and they do not need to compare them one by one.

    "I know." Xing Dou saw a place very close to the fountain, and he stepped forward, and it didn't take long to determine the location.

    I don't know what I was thinking, I turned around to Ming, and finally chose a position directly opposite Xingdou. As soon as the two looked up, they could see each other's performances, and at the same time they would compete The venue shrunk.

    Is it to face the attack, or to highlight the gap?

    Xing Dou looked at Xiangming, did not drive him away, just squatted down, opened the piano case, carefully took out his violin and bow, confirmed that there was no problem, and slowly set up his posture . On the other side, Xiang Ming took out a larger piano, sat down and tuned it, and was also ready.

    Pedestrians passing by have listened to their footsteps in twos and threes, looking at the two young people with curiosity in their eyes.

    A young man with a good appearance and a straight body attracts attention everywhere.

    The park has always been popular with artists and musicians, and every now and then someone comes to paint or play an instrument. Occasionally a skilled magician will come to put on a show, and the children are always looking forward to that the most. Some people who come here often see the strange teenagers coming with musical instruments, and immediately understand their purpose. There were even people who, like real appreciators, found a good spot early and waited for the show to start.

    "Start tracking." After the dull command sound, the two men started to move.

    The violin sound like silk pouring down smoothly, the slender white fingers and arms combined, gently sliding out the jumping tone, the slow voice melodiously upward, and instantly switched to excitement and joy 's music.

    Laughing like a bard dancing with the wind, the music he pulls out at will, full of free breathing and free cheers.

    The similar but more somber sound of the cello on the opposite side slowly sounded.

    Unexpectedly, the atmosphere was heavy and depressing, as if the gray-blue sea with heavy rain fell under the dark clouds, making people hear some uneasy warnings.

    Compared with the two, positive emotions are naturally more attractive. Most people who go out to play will not go out just to find themselves unhappy, but want to relax a little and feel the beauty and happiness of the outside world.

    Therefore, a lot of people gathered in front of Xing Dou soon. Compared with Xiang Ming's sparse people, it seemed that the outcome was decided.

      Break through the dark clouds, revealing clear golden light and holy sound, the surging power and the rhythm of accelerating the heartbeat are vividly displayed in this short moment, which immediately attracted the attention of the audience.

    Turn defeat into victory, and live to the death.

    It has always been a show that the audience loves.

    Xing Dou's hand movement slowed down for a second, and he continued to draw the bow casually. The more and more heart-wrenching sound in the ear passed through the eardrum, struck the heart, and trembled with unwilling echoes.

    Occasionally, that sad longing arises, thinking about how nice it would be if that person was him, and how nice it would be if he was the one who performed the repertoire.

     But reality will never give such an if.

    People's humility and greed can not restrain their hearts, reminding me of the ravine called the gap.

    I don't know when, the music of Xingdou brought some shallow sadness, like the melancholy of a withered yellow leaf slowly falling in the original tireless river.

    The quiet and imperceptible melancholy sometimes attracts the attention of some people with delicate feelings.

    On the other side, Xiang Ming gradually attracted more people to devote himself to playing the violin, but he couldn't listen carefully to what kind of sound he made, and only felt the peace and joy brought by the person on the opposite side.

    He had never looked at a person so seriously before, but only once in a while, he couldn't control it, and he was a little addicted to this feeling.

    When the stars glittered in the sun, his heart also flourished, as if there was a fragile green bud that stretched its leaves under the sunlight, bringing comfort and softness.

    Wonderful, but not annoying.

    The past all kinds of things can't be remembered for a while, some resistance and disgust are forgotten for a moment, he seems to have a deep understanding of the so-called charm of idols.

    At this moment, the world is flying.

    The melody of his subordinates became more and more beautiful.

    "Music is the voice of the soul, and emotions will flow out involuntarily." A certain genius composer said, commenting on the behavior of the two teenagers, "There is nothing like the voice of the soul. , more sincere and moving.”

      It gradually stopped like a stream of smoke.

    The applause sounded dull, converging into a tidal wave. The audience who met occasionally smiled and encouraged: "The performance is great! If there is a concert, let us know, and we will definitely join us!"

    It seems that at this moment they have become more sincere fans.

    The black-haired boy blushed slightly, and thanked him in a low voice.

    The other one with azure hair was much calmer, bowed calmly, and packed up the piano.

    Seeing the crowd disperse, Xing Dou put away the violin, calmed his breath, looked at Xiang Ming from a distance, and saw similar fighting spirit in the other's eyes.

    "Come and count at the same time." Xiang Ming opened the counting screen, walked in three or two steps, raised his chin slightly, faintly confident.

    Xing Dou nodded, glanced at the numbers, pinched his fingertips, and his face was normal.

    "Three, two, one."

    "Six hundred and twenty-three."

    One cold, one arrogant, overlapping voices spit out the same number.

    The two were stunned at the same time, then reacted and showed the AI ​​data to each other to confirm that it was not a lie.

    …nearly.

    Sure enough, this time is still too risky, and I need to strengthen this training after I go back.

    And also consider the possibility that players will see the game, they have never liked themselves, this time may be a good reason to mock him. I don't know if it will affect the sequel...

    "It's actually a draw?" Xiang Ming read the number several times and muttered, looking at Xing Dou's calm and thoughtful expression, he remembered something, frowned, and wanted to speak again. end.

    After a while, he showed a slightly strange resolute expression.

    "Cough." Xiang Ming made some noise deliberately, but Xingdou ignored it. He even coughed several times to no avail. The person who wanted to call seemed to be blocked. The signal was not good, and he could not receive the slightest hint.

    "Xing Dou!" Xiang Ming couldn't bear it any longer, and after shouting his name, people turned around.

    Faced with doubtful eyes, the youth with azure hair pursed his lips, turned his eyes away, looked into the distance, and a few words with unknown meaning came out of his mouth: "I... audience... lose... win."

    Xingdou didn't hear what he said, and speculated from the only words: "You want to say that we audience are the same, there is no winner or loser, is it a draw?"

    "I didn't mean that." Xiang Ming's face was tangled and irritated, and his eyebrows were twisting into twists, "I mean...you...listen...win." The second half of the sentence is still hidden for no reason. .

    "...What do you want to say?" Xing Dou didn't understand what he wanted to do at this time, the outcome had already been decided, and there couldn't be any surprises, right?

    Xiang Ming saw that he still didn't understand, gritted his teeth, looked at him with his reckless golden eyes, and his voice finally increased: "I said, your data is wrong! You won! You still win the game! Not lose!"

    "You..." Xingdou was just about to be surprised by this, when he heard the next sentence that seemed to be forced out of his teeth, which was extremely difficult.

    "Because..." The voice seemed to lack confidence, and inexplicably weakened, "I am also your audience. I have been listening to your piano sound, I have heard it clearly, and I have listened to it for a long time. "

    "So you win."

    This sentence sounds like a kind of comfort, unbelievably gentle, and it doesn't look like what Xiang Ming would say.

    Strange guy, speaking strange things, to give him the untouchable victory.

    Also make up the lie that I have been listening to.

      Red tint.

      people.

      Well, I won't be your dog... Hey, what are you doing!"

    The voice stopped abruptly, and the guy who took two steps back like an offended girl covered his forehead and looked at the culprit in surprise.

    Withdrawing the hand that she had just put on the person's forehead, Xing Dou thought thoughtfully: "It doesn't look like you have a fever, so what is causing your brain damage? Did you eat too much? Or did you not eat it? what…"

    "You bastard!" Realizing what Xing Dou was thinking, Xiang Ming suddenly felt a sense of frustration, and was a little angry, "What do you want to do now? Just say if you win. If you ask me, I won't guarantee mercy if you provoke me again."

    "What nonsense are you talking about." The words were cut off decisively.

    The black-haired boy's eyes were calm and his tone was as usual: "I don't need such sympathy for the victory given. Victory and defeat are pure things, you can't deceive others, let alone your own heart, so you Don't be so kind."

    He raised the corner of his mouth slightly: "Besides, you are not the only one listening, I am listening too. This game is a real draw."

    Xingdou is not the kind of person who has to rely on self-deception to survive, and he has long been prepared for the possibility that he may be caught up one day, although this step seems helpless and slightly heavy .

    The victory or defeat at this moment may not be strong enough, but it is enough to remind, enough to be a warning.

    At this time, facing one's own victory and defeat calmly is the way to continue walking, even if you try to ignore the dark shadow cast on your heart, even if you have to admit the fact that you don't want to know.

    "Congratulations, classmate Xiang Ming, you can tell me what you want to do. After all, I'm also curious about it."

    "Me?" Instead, Xiang Ming opened his mouth blankly.

    For a moment, he thought like a conditioned reflex.

    —This time, can Xingdou be his dog?