One-star idol counterattack plan

When Xing Dou finished his movements, the others seemed to have no reaction.

The dance moves, which should have been considered complicated, seemed to be completed in one breath, which made the dazzled audience unable to slow down, immersed in the impact.

But the two teachers who have seen various big scenes do not belong to this rank.

Gong Guangxi glanced at the record sheet in his hand, and nodded at Xingdou: "Okay, you can go down now."

Obviously the tone and expression of the speech did not change, but one could faintly feel that the mood was elevated.

Feng Xuesong, who had been keeping a serious face, also rarely nodded: "Yeah."

It was really amazing that Yang Yu could hear some praise from his words.

Xing Dou took it for granted, unfazed by favor or humiliation, just politely returned the salute, put on the hood again, and went down.

When he came down, the students below separated to the two sides just like when he came, opening up a path for him, but they were not intimidated by the unknown momentum as they were at the beginning, but subconsciously.

Xing Dou's face was still hidden under the hood, but no one dared to look at him more, they just turned their eyes away, pretending not to care.

When the black-haired and green-eyed boy passed by Yang Yu, Yang Yu felt his heart was about to jump out of his chest, making the quiet classroom extremely noisy.

He forced himself to be calm, trying desperately to stabilize his mind, but he just acted calmly in front of Xing Dou.

But Xing Dou, whose footsteps had been regular, turned his head slightly in front of him, and looked at him casually.

In an instant, Yang Yu calmed down.

In other words, it was like being frozen, waking up from the mentality of being a fan.

That glance didn't have the contempt or gentle encouragement he had imagined, it just seemed to be staring at nothingness, clean, not even his figure was engraved into it.

That was the obvious truth—he hadn't been taken seriously.

Inexplicably, Yang Yu was awakened by that look, and after watching Xing Dou return to his lonely corner, he suddenly understood the meaning conveyed by everyone's behavior of avoiding their eyes a moment ago.

This teenager is unlike anyone else here.

They are not on the same level.

So I can't go to see him, otherwise... I will be led by that figure and sink into the abyss, sinking into the abyss where I can only look at this person.

"Where did the monster come from? That level is too unreasonable." Xia Yuan didn't seem to be looking at Xingdou, but frowned, adjusted his glasses, and said what seemed to be a disguised compliment.

Anmasi also responded in a deep voice: "Indeed. And it's a lone wolf, you can tell by the eyes."

The two of them said the same thing as if they were afraid to stay away, but Yang Yu secretly thought in his heart that he must get to know each other after the exam is over.

Such a powerful person is right in front of you, it would be too wasteful not to get acquainted.

And... In this place, only Xing Dou's appearance is worthy of him.

Yang Yu thought a little complacently.

After eating gluttonous delicacies, if you taste porridge and side dishes, you will feel a huge gap anyway.

The current situation is also the same, after Xing Dou's performance, the dance performed by anyone after him seems to have lost so much charm.It's like eating steamed buns that have been left for a long time. Although they can be eaten, they are not delicious.

And some people seem to be worse than the people at the beginning.

The last highlight of this exam appeared on Yang Yu.

There is no way, this person's face is too eye-catching.Although the dance moves were not up to the level of Xia Yuan and Anmasi, they were considered to be able to dance well, and with that extra face, there was really no way to say that he did a bad job.

After everyone performed, after about 10 minutes of discussion, the class guide announced everyone's results directly.

The ranking is reported from low to high.

Xing Dou was not surprised to hear that the final three were those from the previous first few performances.

One of the most basic and important factors for becoming an idol is the ability to drive emotions.

Although the three of them were not fully prepared, it was not because of this that they failed.It's not like no one after them performed badly.

Their biggest problem is that they show their panic and helplessness directly on their faces, revealing the scene that they can't be seen by the audience.

As an idol, every minute and every second of standing on the stage must be glamorous.

Those who sell dreams have to become dreams themselves.

Xing Dou has long since awakened.

After the three people who are about to leave the class are selected, the others are safe.But the unique position of the first place still makes the young boys who are still passionate and curious.

The students stretched their ears, and while listening to the ranking carefully, their eyes kept lingering on Xia Yuan, Anmasi, and Xingdou.

Yang Yu's ranking is seventh, which can be regarded as an extraordinary performance.

The higher the ranking, the strength shown is recognized as strong.

When reporting to the top five, the names of these three people still did not appear.In the top four, some students were already betting privately on who would be number one.

Then, finally came to the top three—"...the third, Xia Yuan."

Xia Yuan, who heard his name, felt the instant sympathy from the other students, and immediately stared back unhappily, with his mouth still unforgiving: "I think, to get this ranking, at least I shouldn't be sympathized by guys like you .Or, do you have any unrealistic ideas?"

Such an embarrassment made those people divert their attention, refocus on the remaining rankings, and wait for the final result.

Who is it?

Who is better, the lion or the rose?

Anmasi's expression turned cold, his golden eyes focused on the translucent virtual screen, and he couldn't help but clenched his fists.

Others even expressed curiosity and expectation on their faces, so they almost squeezed the class teacher away and rushed to read it by themselves.

Even Xingdou, who didn't seem to care so much in the eyes of others, raised his head quietly, and looked at Gong Guangxi who deliberately made everyone's appetites interesting from afar.

Sensing Xingdou's gaze, Gong Guangxi seemed satisfied, raised the corner of his mouth, and slowly read out the name: "No.2..."

This is a test, not only a test of ability, for Xing Dou, it is the key to test whether it can change the plot.

If he lost here, he would have to find another way.

The hooded teenager stands in the corner, suppressing a rising heartbeat, awaiting judgment.

"No.2... Star Dou."

A hammer is fixed.

He lost.

I never slack off this week, and I worked hard to practice, but I still couldn't beat them.

At that moment, Xing Dou felt that his soul was cold and silent.

It's hard to describe this feeling. Things that are sure to happen are still a little bit short, unreachable, and a little bit that will always pass by.

The eye sockets could hardly bear the soreness, and the heart gradually sank into the black sea.

The light and fluttering feathers were not caught, but were carried away by a gust of wind, and went to an unreachable place.

Perhaps this is a common ending of being an unremarkable character, a non-plot character.A small supporting role like him should be unable to defeat the five stars who are the protagonists no matter what.

But he did it all over again, just to change this ending.

This was just a small failure in an attempt, and he couldn't stop there, and he couldn't just give up.

What he was after could not be defeated by such frustration.

If this method does not work, then try another solution.

Among the countless roads, there must be one that can reach his success.

Xing Dou forcibly pulled himself out of the momentary sadness, maintained his outward nonchalance, straightened his back again, and calmly looked at the teachers.

Before he noticed, the other students had already finished talking about it.Some of them were students who believed that Xing Dou would win, and they were very dissatisfied with the result at the moment, and even wondered if the teacher was blind.

Some students who believed that Anmasi would win showed an attitude of "strength determines everything" and felt that there was nothing to argue about.

The two parties did not dare to quarrel under the teacher's nose, so they established a class group on the spot, and were secretly defending their views with virtual screens, engaging in a bloodless "fight".

But apart from these two parties, the one who can't accept this result the most is actually Anmasi himself.

The tall black-skinned boy showed a fierce look when he frowned, and his naturally deep voice had nothing to do with gentleness: "Mr. Gong, are you sure this result is fair?"

He didn't think he would lose, but he also didn't feel that the dance named Xingdou lost to him.

Perhaps this is contradictory, but the fact is that he cannot accept such a victory.

"Of course." However, in contrast to Anmasi's questioning, Gong Guangxi's expression was calm, and he also affirmed the answer, "This result is unanimously agreed by Teacher Feng and I, and there are corresponding scoring standards. It is not a random result. .”

"Instead of doubting this score, you should probably think about what you have learned from this exam, and whether you have seen yourself clearly."

The blond-haired, green-eyed man didn't have a smile on his face, and he had a cold expression, as if it was the first time that he was a teacher, not the idol that everyone yearned for, giving such admonitions.

"Do you understand the difference between a person on stage and a person off stage?"

"Those who set foot on the stage must have an attitude of being responsible to all the audience from the very beginning. Without such awareness, they are not qualified to enter this world."

"Did you really have a clear conscience in your performance?"

Once this was said, no one dared to question it.

No one dares to say with confidence that they have done everything they should and can do.

Anmasi pursed his lips with a faintly unwilling expression, and said nothing more, turned his head to look at the person in the corner who seemed to be neither happy nor sad, leaving only a sigh.

"Okay, now the ranking of the last classmate is over." The person who caused the silence of the audience was leisurely, and quickly recovered his gentle and gentle expression, and continued the process with great interest.

The last one to rank?

Even if he understood, he probably couldn't sit still when he heard that No.1 belonged to Anmasi.

Xing Dou got up slowly, preparing to temporarily leave everyone's sight and stand outside the classroom for a while when he heard the ranking.

At least, as a loser, he didn't want people to see him looking devastated.

As an obstacle, at least you must stick to your attitude until the end.

Xing Dou stepped out with a clear goal, but heard Gong Guangxi's voice suddenly raised—"Anmasi"

"Number... second place!"

second?

Xing Dou suddenly turned his head and looked over there.

Gong Guangxi on the stage seemed to have expected it a long time ago, smiling, and didn't think there was any problem at all.

"Teacher, did you read it wrong?" Someone raised the question cautiously. It seemed that he was still affected by the previous lesson and did not dare to question it directly.

"No." Gong Guangxi denied, "Didn't you hear clearly? Then read it again—Anmasi, No.2."

Judging by the man's expression, it really doesn't look like he's joking.

Is that true?

second?

Two No.2?

No No.1?In other words, no... lose?

Xing Dou realized that he might have fallen into some kind of misunderstanding, so he gave up on leaving and walked towards the crowd decisively.

After easily passing through the others, he stood in front of Gong Guangxi, on the same side as Anmasi who was also dazed, and asked the teacher who gave a strange result: "Teacher Gong, Teacher Feng, I think I need to explain."

"Me too." Anmasi glanced at the young man beside him, and also looked at Gong Guangxi and Feng Xuesong with piercing eyes.

Facing the two astonishingly imposing students, Gong Guangxi didn't panic at all. The old god sat down on the ground and even put on a signature smile: "What do you need me to explain? Two classmates."

Feng Xuesong seemed to have entrusted this matter to him. He didn't say a word, but just looked at the two students, and then glanced at the other students who were about to move, directly expressing his posture of suppressing the situation.

"About why there are two No.2s." Xing Dou said concisely.

"Huh? So, this is just the result of the review, is there any dissatisfaction?"

"It's not dissatisfaction, it's just that I don't understand why there is no No. 1." Anmasi took the words.

"Is there anything that needs to be explained?" Gong Guangxi seemed to really not understand, tilting his head, "Isn't this obvious?"

"The reason why there is no No.1 is, of course, because——you are not qualified."

The eyes that seemed to see through everything passed over Xing Dou and Anmasi one by one, with undeniable correctness: "Your level, at most, you can get second in this competition. If you want to get first, it is not so Simple things."

At that moment, the boys who felt provocative inevitably exuded dissatisfaction.

But Gong Guangxi didn't care, he just looked at Anmasi calmly and gave an evaluation:

"Student Anmasi's dance is very good, but the too personal style makes this dance used for testing lose its original softness. As I said at the beginning, only those who can reproduce it perfectly can get it." High score."

"As a single idol, personalization is of course very good. But our work is not limited to ourselves, and we often need to collaborate with more people. At this time, your personalization will only become a burden on the team."

"Well, by the way, it's not okay to be too lacking in personality. That's why student Xia Yuan lost to you by a few points."

Xia Yuan, who was suddenly mentioned, froze for a moment, holding up his glasses and not daring to refute.

After saying this, Gong Guangxi didn't care what the sullen Anmasi was thinking, but just stared at the star on the other side, and said slowly:

"Student Xing Dou's dance has almost no problems. It reproduces the dance perfectly, and has its own style, and it doesn't affect the dance itself out of the ordinary."

"Accordingly, you might be able to get the first place. But your problem lies more in yourself——Xingdou, you lack communication with other people. On the stage, you regard yourself as a lonely fighter, maybe this makes you uncomfortable. It’s going to be nervous, but on a real stage, it makes you a solo character.”

"The stage and the audience are one. You only care about the stage, but not the audience. Your performance is only your own performance, not the audience's."

Xing Dou understood that what he said was right, and there was indeed no way to refute it.

For a long time, he was only fighting on the stage alone, so he only remembered to pay attention to himself.

After all... there was no one in the audience.

So he couldn't learn that method for a while, he didn't know how to convey his feelings, and he didn't know how to achieve empathy, so he could only support the stage on his own.

Seeing that the two students seemed to understand, Gong Guangxi was in a better mood, but at a glance, he caught a glimpse of the other people's probes, and he knew it.

"You look like you are watching a joke. This is not a good habit. Do you think that this kind of problem only appears on them? Or do you think that you can be complacent if you don't talk about yourself?"

"Today is a suitable opportunity, and it just so happens that everyone understands how they were chosen here."

Gong Guangxi smiled like an angel, extraordinarily brilliant and handsome, but out of his mouth spit out sharp words like a devil:

"This time, Class A doesn't refer to the strongest strength, but refers to those who have problems as serious as talents and need to be screened out—"

"Abandon (abandoned), a class that may be abandoned at any time."

"You are all a group of problem children, understand?"