One-star Idol Counterattack Plan - Chapter 126

    Xingdou has a secret that no one knows.

    Every time within a week of his promotion, he would have the same dream.

    In the dream, he never got close to that person.

    The vague fear and cowardice in his heart prevented him from moving forward.

    He may have known it for a long time, but he didn’t have the courage to see that person, he didn’t have the confidence to see that person, and he didn’t know how to face that person.

    So he just sat by the river where the fluorescent light flows, avoiding looking at each other.

      in the sunlight.

    That night, Star Dou also saw the river.

    In the dim world, the stars shine like a river of inlaid ribbons. He couldn’t see the face of the man opposite him, but he clearly knew that he was being watched.

    Yes, only this is certain here – the man has been watching him.

    Maybe it was the courage brought about by what happened during the day, Xing Dou didn’t avoid his eyes anymore, raised his chest and took a deep breath.

    —Crossed the river.

    The cold water slid over the ankles, but there was no wet feeling, more like stepping on a gelatinous jelly, the light coolness was fleeting.

    In the empty and secluded world, the black-haired boy summoned his courage and stepped on the galaxy full of brilliance, without taking up the slightest bit of dust, came to the realm that he once dared not step into, and looked at the place that he never dared to step into. Those who dare to face.

    “You’re here.”

    “Well, here I am.”

    Yes, the person standing in front of him has a face that is indistinguishable from him. Short black hair, dark green eyes, slender eyebrows, pale lips, cold white skin, and even a slender figure are all the same.

    If it weren’t for the faint smile on the man’s face that was almost disappearing, maybe the two of them looked as funny and incredible as looking in a mirror.

    Xingdou knows who he is, and he seems to know Xingdou too.

    They looked at each other and remained silent for a moment, after all, it was the man on the opposite side who spoke first: “I think you understand my essence, after all, this is a world made up of data, and everyone can be quantified by data. Then appear A personality or projection made of past experiences isn’t surprising, is it? And you’ve seen mine.”

    He looked at Xingdou, his tone was very gentle, as if to comfort the troubled child: “Don’t show such a sad expression, I did experience some bad things, but that is also your past, We don’t need that kind of pity, and we don’t need to grieve for our fate. We have more important things to do than to suffer for it.”

    “What should I…what should I call you?” Xing Dou always felt that the figure in front of him was like a phantom that only appeared under the moonlight, and when the sun rose, it would disappear with the foam on the sea.

      Dream about that thing. After that, it becomes the obstacle that has been crossed, the insignificant past of the future, the past that can be spoken easily.”

    “If you want to call me, you can call me ‘Meteorite’.” The person who said this looked calm, but for some reason he looked very sad with a chuckle.

    Meteorite, falling star.

    Strange, slightly regrettable and inexplicable words.

    “You are also a star, you are me. Not a meteorite.”

    Xingdou pursed his lips, rejected his proposal, and gave him a new name: “I recently learned a name that I have not heard before, they say I am the ‘uncrowned king’, and now it belongs to is you.”

      .

    “What to do?” Xingdou realized that the initiative had been completely controlled by the other party.

    “Go and see something unusual. Or rather, see something you can’t remember.”

    “That’s you and me too.” He walked through the afterglow of the old days, pointed at the child sitting in front of the projection screen, and introduced gently, “When we first met idols, we I don’t know what that is, but I just think people who are smiling and dancing under the lights look very happy and satisfied.”

    “He remembered it. Although he didn’t remember it for a long time, at that time, he knew what to look like if he stood there.”

    Xingdou unconsciously muttered: “That’s the beginning.”

    “Well, it’s our beginning.”

     The person who pulled him affirmed that the next step was stepping on the tiles of the school. Bright sunlight shone lightly on the white building. Among the bustling people around, there was a young man surrounded by the crowd with a smile on his face. He pointed to the poster on the virtual terminal and said something briskly to the others.

    “Does Xingdou want to try to be an idol?” The Uncrowned King gently recited the curse that entwined fate, as if saying something that had nothing to do with him.

    So Xingdou looked at the high-spirited black-haired boy and repeated his confident answer: “Okay, I also want to know where I can get.”

    The words of the same timbre overlapped, one of them remembered deeply, and the other had a plan. The traces of the time stamp are clearly visible.

    “Go to the heights, go to the sky.” The Uncrowned King added the unfinished oath, “Then, shine more than anyone else.”

    Frustrated and wanton, ignorant of sorrow, full of youthful innocence and arrogance, that was once him.

    “That’s almost like another person, right?” The same person almost murmured, looking at the place a little lost.

    The boy who was questioned answered in silence.

    The Uncrowned King waved indifferently. In an instant, night and day changed, and the dark night invaded everything, and was driven away by the scorching lights.

    He took the stars and strode to the square in the distance. The empty square was neatly lined with tables and chairs. On the cut metal stage, a young man sang softly alone.

    Under the stage, only robots shuttled and organized.

    The performer’s singing is only heard by the starry sky above and the unappreciative machine.

    “It was the first time I played outside the school.” The uncrowned king’s voice seemed to hide the wind, no matter how he covered it, there would be an echo of loneliness, “There is no agent, no solidarity, and no audience. .”

     But the boy’s singing was so serious that he seemed to be singing to countless people, without any perfunctory and casualness. Facing the empty stage, his eyes were bright.

    “At that time, ‘I’ still believed in the future, and there was hope.” Xingdou saw those eyes clearly.

    “Well, it would be great if it could always be like that.” The man beside him nodded, “But hope and trust are luxurious things, and I don’t know how to keep them.”

    The teenager was still singing under the night sky, he said: “If you keep moving forward, you will definitely find your way.”

    “There’s not much time, I want to show you too much, let’s hurry up.” The Uncrowned King smiled and pulled Xingdou to sit under the stage, like two people who accidentally entered The audience who entered, looked at the rotating stage on the big screen.

    If you had a name for that stage, maybe it should be called “Extinguishing”.

    In order to make up for the gap, the clumsy and hard-working teenagers train early and late, study sleeplessly, and absorb knowledge almost like a sponge. It was indeed effective. He was finally able to make dance moves smoothly, to understand the demeanor that the teacher said, to keep up with the rhythm, and to play the violin well.

    He is delighted with his progress, but he doesn’t know that no matter how much water a sponge absorbs, there is always an upper limit.

    Humans are containers, and there is a limit to what they can afford.

    Because of the accelerated growth, the amount he can accommodate quickly reached the peak at a moment, and he could not go any further. So, he was horrified to find that no matter what he did, he could never get stronger.

    He seemed to be missing a string, and he played the music that went away and made a dissonant tune.

    The boy didn’t know what to do, he just got into a dead end, stubbornly thinking that maybe he didn’t do a good job. So he seeks new methods, seeks experience from teachers, observes on various stages, and learns from classmates… He is like grass that can’t be crushed or removed inexhaustibly, fighting with a savage vitality, no matter what is in front of him. No matter what kind of obstacles, I still try my best to grow.

    A few people who paid attention to him felt that he was ill and could not see his own strength.

    No one saw the dark eyes of the young man’s smiling face.

    Maybe there will be a solution after a long time, but people will be tired.

    When your body is tired, you can recover by resting, but if your heart is tired, how can you restore it?

    Xing Dou saw that the boy was still running in various places, his footsteps sluggish day by day, his excitement diminished day by day, and his smile drifted away day by day.

    Time passes relentlessly, not for those who chase it. The teenager has never been able to find another way, and he has not been able to outperform the other students in the class and win the debut position awarded by the school. But he still made his humble debut by working hard to sign with a company.

    The situation has not changed, no matter how much effort is put into it, he seems to be cursed by the stage, unable to perform any perfect performance, and unable to become a qualified idol.

    The audience who were attracted by the company’s money got up and left after a while, and some even whispered: “How did you debut like this?”

    The originally half-full auditorium gradually emptied, and even the temporary agent left without caring, and finally only the lonely performer sang the song of inquiry: “I want to believe… but I can’t believe it, is there really a miracle in this world?”

    “Pop”, the stage goes out, and the world returns to darkness.

    The only audience in the audience, perhaps the two star buckets, were silent in the emptiness of the curtain.

    “What do you want me to know?” After a long time, Xing Dou spoke first, and he looked aside intuitively.

    The voice of the man whose face was covered by the darkness was clear and emotionless: “You are looking for yourself, right?”

    “I forget the past, so I can’t see the present clearly. I’ll show you all this, now you know who Xingdou is?”

    Who is he?

    Xingdou recalled everything he had experienced, the scenes he had just seen.

    Not a dying black swan, not a ruthless mermaid, not a silent gravekeeper.

    It is a ghost who pursues the dream of nothingness and comes to the real stage.

    It is the loser who weeps in the corner, the onlooker who looks forward to the stage, and the performer surrounded by lights.

    It is a one-star character, an inconspicuous firefly.

    The stars.

    A fool who wants to shine like a star.

    “Xingdou, why do you think ‘I’ is on the stage?” He heard “himself” asking.

    He gave the answer he had thought carefully: “Because I want to be loved, to be seen by the audience, and by the world.”

    The man laughed very clearly: “You are such an idiot. Don’t you understand now?”

    “What I love is not the stage, not the audience, nor the existence of idols.

    —What I love is the self who has always worked hard to shine on stage.

    That was the beginning of ‘I’ becoming an idol. “

    “Don’t forget it.”

    “Are you leaving?”

    “Isn’t this something I said a long time ago?” The Uncrowned King looked a little helpless, “Why are you so reluctant now?”

    “You can’t, can’t you go with me?” Xing Dou didn’t understand why they couldn’t go to the future together.

    “Accurately, I am you. It’s just that you won’t come back to see me again, and I still know everything about you.” He shook his head.

    “Anyway?”

    “Well, I’m stuck in time, and you’re going to disappear in time. We can’t go together.”

    “But this is not my story.” Xingdou felt a little tight in his chest.

    “Yes.” ‘Xingdou’ nodded, “So you can’t stay here, create our future. This is something that can only be asked of you.”

    The river of fluorescent blue is slowly forming under the feet, and the invisible resistance is separated between the two, to return time to its original position.

    “The last thing, I almost forgot.” ‘Xingdou’ reached out to him, “You never betrayed me, what you did is what I wanted to do. Thank you, this time Won a different future for ‘me’.”

    “This time I won’t be alone again, this time it will be HappyEnding.”

    “You’re an idiot too, so believe that you won’t lose a second time.” Xing Dou choked and tried to hold back the enthusiasm in his eyes, and returned the previous ridicule, in exchange for the opposite person slightly A stupefied smile.

    “Of course not. Because you are ‘I’.”

    At the end of a long time, he reconciled with himself.

    “Goodbye.” He hugged the idiot, tears could not stop falling.

    “No, goodbye.” The idiot exhaled and hugged him back, “Xingdou.”

    The child who is always crying, still say goodbye.

    This grand ceremony about growth has finally come to an end.

    …

    “Coming soon.” The boy answered in a brisk voice, quickly taking the photos back into the album.

    The bell outside the door rang at the right time, as if someone was waiting.

    “Xingdou! Come on!”

    “Xingdou, you are here.”

    “Xingdou, you are a little slow today”

    “Xingdou, have you had breakfast?”…

    The teenagers wearing the same school uniform stood outside the door, handsome or handsome or handsome or sunny, all of them looked at him and smiled.

    So he also rolled his eyes and responded with a smile: “Well, let’s go.”

    The wind lifted the hem of his clothes, leaving the shadows behind him, and the boy facing the rising sun took steps towards a bright and hopeful future.

    It’s just the beginning.

    The thread that was officially pinned to the top of the Odd Game Forum is still being discussed.

    —Do you know a five-star idol named Xingdou?

    —It’s a story of wonder and growth that shines through the years, let’s start from the beginning.

    ——————–

    The author has something to say:

    In the end, we all have to travel far, and we all have to say goodbye to our immature self.

    Farewell is an ascetic path to growth.

    —Haizi

    This ends here.

    I haven’t decided what to write in the follow-up episode, in fact, the outline is really here ORZ.

    Thanks to the little angel who threw the grenade: Drunk thinking Shen Zhen 1;

    Thanks to the little angel who irrigated the nutrient solution: … 80 bottles; Yu Gutan 20 bottles; Ling Si 16 bottles; 6 bottles of cats; 5 bottles of poetry wine; 3 bottles of Huashaoguyu; 2 bottles of Shibang; 1 bottle of Xiansi, Yunqing, Jinmuyan, Qiqi, Maolezhi, and Lingyu;

    Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!