It can't go on like this, there is no time to struggle with that trivial emotion.

If he doesn't think about it, the corners he sees will still evoke memories; if he doesn't think about it, the stage that appears in front of him swept his mind with the previous scene; Cheers pull emotion.

Just waiting for the second game to vote, Xingdou was dragged into the past, and saw the pale light, trembling arms, suppressed crying thanks - towards the empty audience.

So Xingdou understood that it was an inescapable nightmare, a shackle that mortals were powerless to struggle.

"What should I do? At the last step, is it me who has the problem? Wouldn't it be too bad?"

As if to get the answer from myself, but also as the last compromise without resistance.

"Stars will be fine."

In the crowd discussing in a low voice in the cafeteria, Yang Yu's words were still solemn and firm, without a trace of doubt.

"Really?" Xia Yuan glanced at him provocatively, holding his glasses, "What evidence do you have?"

"What do you know, a guy who only wears glasses to be cool." Yang Yu snorted coldly, "Xing Dou is not such a weak guy, and it's only temporarily troubled now, wait until he thinks about things clearly It's settled."

Xia Yuan sneered: "In the end, it's just my own speculation, can this be used as a basis? Are you sure that your reasoning logic class doesn't need to be retaken?"

Yang Yu jumped up from his position like his hair was blowing, and glared at him: "Then you mean, Xingdou can't do it? Do you want to bet? If he can jump well , you walk back to the dormitory from here on your head."

"When did I say I don't think Star Dou can jump?" He responded with a light retort.

"Then you said..."

The third grade also has a chance of winning, and I have a practical basis for saying that."

The implication is that you just believe it blindly.

"Wait, you and Xing Dou are not always in the same class, where did you get the video." Sitting on the sidelines and listening to the quarrel between the two, Anmas suddenly grasped the point, and his eyes instantly sharpened.

The person being watched turned his head nonchalantly, as if he was not staring at him.

Yang Yu was not to be outdone, and became arrogant: "That's right, how did you know, where did you get the information?"

"I know about this." The pink head that jumped out interrupted the confrontation and said with a smile, "There have always been some course videos for sale on the dark web inside the school. It was originally to record teachers. It is convenient to go back and review the lessons of the class, and by the way, check the places where you made mistakes, and later everyone finds that other people who have accidentally recorded them are things that can be exchanged for some people.”

He lengthened his voice, and a strange red flashed in his pitch-black pupils, and glanced at Xia Yuan who did not speak: "For example, someone's temporary performance in class or something."

As soon as this explanation came out, the other two immediately understood.

"So it is." Yang Yu quickly swiped his fingers on the screen, scanning the website links, trying to find the entrance to the so-called dark web.

It took ten seconds to realize that something was wrong, and looked suspiciously: "Why do you know so clearly?"

Wen Lun smiled and shrugged.

Xia Yuan was of course not polite to the person who exposed himself, and directly mocked: "What else could it be, this guy has changed a lot of things. Now I want to tell you, but I'm just waiting You just exchange something for something. Like a photo taken by chance or something."

"Serious!" Yang Yu commented.

"This is the bait of the wisher." Wen Lun corrected, "No one is forcing you."

The three of them messed about who was wrong, and the topic turned even more strange.

"At this time, the situation of Star Dou is more important than this kind of thing." Anmus reluctantly supported his forehead and forcibly joined the conversation, preventing the meaningless activities from continuing, "You really I don't doubt that he will..."

"Because it's a star." Wen Lun showed a slightly different smile than usual, and was really gentle.

"The last person to worry about here is him." Xia Yuan raised his glasses and was extremely determined.

So Anmas also laughed: "What a coincidence, I think the same as you."

They were willing to trust him, just as the man never let them down.

The lunch break is over. Compared with before, the atmosphere of these people in Class A of Year 1 and 2 is slightly lighter and less tense, but many people have not forgotten the conflict just now. full of apprehension. There are also people who are very generous, don't think too much, and walk unrestrainedly.

With mixed feelings, everyone returned to the backstage preparation room.

Waiting for them is a black-haired boy who looks no different from before. He stood leaning against the wall, with one hand on the virtual screen in the air, the other hanging down, his posture was straight, his eyes were calm, and he seemed to have made up his mind.

"Have you made up your mind?" Bu Yi Young asked with a smile.

No one knew his mood that was different from Feng Qingyundan's surface at the moment, he clearly believed that Xing Dou would not give up on this, but he was still a little nervous, worried that he would really hear that disapproval Good answer.

Xingdou pursed his lips, lowered his eyelashes, and shook his head.

At this moment, the hearts of many people could not help but suspend, their breathing slowed down, and they listened to him attentively, for fear of missing a key word and misunderstood the original meaning.

"I..." He paused and frowned, "I didn't mean to shirk, but I'm not sure I can interpret the theme of 'the future' well."

Xingdou is a man with a past and a present.

The past is gloomy and decadent, struggling and failing, and the present is striving forward and constantly climbing, but it is unclear what kind of future will be reached.

This may sound a bit strange, but he really doesn't know what kind of future he will have, just as he still doesn't know what is the standard for rising stars and what is the opportunity to change his destiny. He just relied on intuition and an air of temperament to try everything he could think of regardless.

If you really want something, it doesn't matter what you have to give.

All artistic performances need to have a soul, not the real human soul, but the performer's emotions, thoughts and ideas. This is most easily revealed in music, and the interpretation with personal style is not so much.

A dance without a soul cannot move people's hearts, infect an audience, or outwit its opponents.

If you insist, Xingdou actually "knows" the future. It was his future that was utterly defeated and had nothing. If you put that look on the stage, it is impossible to win.

The world will only praise the heroic rebels, and will never praise the timid ones who only escape like the mouse under the lamp.

After listening to his explanation, Bu Yinian smiled carelessly: "If it's just this level, it's not a problem, at least it shouldn't make you feel this level of fear."

He looked at his junior, who always felt depressed, rubbed his soft black hair, and seemed to exhort him in a joking tone: "You are not the only one standing on the stage, don't worry about yourself. The earth thinks that only you can carry everything. You know what? The past and the present together can shape the future.”

"If you can't imagine the future, just watch our performance, see it clearly, remember it, and then interpret the future you choose."

"As long as that's the future you decide, I don't think anyone would disagree."

As if responding to this sentence, when Xing Dou raised his eyes, he saw a pair of eyes that were different but full of surging emotions.

Gentle, firm...trusting.

"Xing Dou, you must watch our performance this time." Someone joked with a smile, "I always keep my eyes on you from below, and finally it's your turn."

"Xingdou, this is not a stage for you, nor is it for you to perform alone. We will not lose to you." Someone declared war with enthusiasm.

"Xingdou, this time, let us lead you a circuit and take you to where you should go!" The blond and blue-eyed boy was a little excited, his smile was warmer than the sun, and brighter than gold.

The tall black-skinned teenager is gearing up: "Rather than leading the way, it's better to compare what we want to express. Can you accurately understand and convey it to the audience? If you lose, bet again. what?"

"The person who can hold the stage alone is indeed very strong, but don't forget your position in the group, and don't forget that it is also important to believe in the ability of others." The purple-haired and purple-eyed teenager said solemnly Teaching, "No one who can come here is an idiot, except Yang Yu."

"Hey what do you mean!"

"Such a basic thing needs to be explained. It seems that it is a tragedy to have no self-knowledge."

"If you quarrel through me again, I will really lock you up together."

Yang Yu and the others made trouble again.

Just take big strides toward your identified future. You could have done it long ago, and you don’t have to hesitate now.”

He leaned closer and lowered his voice: "You have already given me a different future, no matter what, I believe in you."

Another inexplicable word.

The sturdy outer shell melts like chocolate, revealing a little clear and bright inside.

He suddenly found that at least this moment was different from that dark past.

At least this moment is a brief farewell to that distant past.

At least it is no longer the solitary "abandoned person" who is about to stand on the stage.

At least…

He's not here for nothing this time.

The world has indeed changed.