"Brother Jue, will this episode be cut off when it is officially broadcast?" Xiao Tan asked.
"Why cut off the broadcast? You can't let me rewrite it." Feng Bujue replied.
"There is nothing praise or criticism in this description." Mr. Bao, a civil servant, said: "There is indeed no need for harmony."
"During the interview after the game, they also asked me why I wrote such a piece of content." Feng Bujue responded: "I asked them why they couldn't write it."
"Oh? Is there any post-game interview?" Xiaotan asked.
"Ah, after the game, each writer has to record an interview alone. During the interview, the staff will directly play some scenes from the program and then ask questions on the side." Feng Bujue replied: "At the end of this interview
It will be edited into many clips and interspersed during the broadcast, just like the voice-overs that often appear in reality shows."
"Oh? So are the comments that pop up in the middle of reality shows all recorded like this?" Xiaotan asked.
"This is common sense." Master Bao said from the side.
Feng Bujue also said: "Then what do you think those pictures are..."
"Uh..." Xiao Tan was speechless.
"However, this preliminary edited version does not have these scenes." Feng Bujue said: "It is only in the official broadcast version."
At this point in the conversation between the three, Oscar in the picture has diverted everyone's attention with a piece of off-topic nonsense, and then he said: "Then, the tense moment has arrived, voting time!"
The camera turned and gave a panoramic view of the contestants' seats.
Oscar continued: "The 700 audience members present, at this moment, you can vote on the small screen in front of you. Each audience member has a first-choice vote and a secondary vote. Please vote for your first-choice vote.
For the player who you think performed the best in this round, vote for the player you think is second to that player." He explained: "The index of the first vote is 1, while the index of the second vote is 0.5. In the index
In the event of a tie, the winner will be determined by the number of first-choice votes. In addition, the voting time is two minutes, and two votes cannot be cast for the same person. Now... the voting begins!"
Immediately afterwards, intense background music sounded, and the camera gave a close-up of each of the seven writers in order.
Oscar was not idle either. He had to find something to say, "The first round is usually the most unpredictable round. Except for the first time when you come to this stage, the other six writers have all experienced
I have won the first place in this round." He paused: "So far, only eight screens have won the first round as newcomers, but... that was the first episode of our program, and the seven in that episode
The players are all newbies.
And since then, no rookie player has ever won in the first round. I wonder if this rule will be broken by a player without realizing it today..."
Two minutes passed quickly, and Oscar shouted at the right time: "Time's up!" He breathed a sigh of relief. "Okay, as usual, we will announce the first, second, and last place in this round." He
Looking at the big screen, "I'll announce first... the second place contestant..."
The camera continued to switch again, and Oscar's speech was also cadenced, deliberately delaying. It whetted the audience's appetite, "He is..." As the music stopped, a writer's pen name popped up on the big screen. "I
Gotta play!"
The screen then showed three times in a row the changes in my expression at the moment I was about to appear. However, this guy was wearing sunglasses and had a mop hair style, so even if his expressions were slightly different, it would be difficult to tell.
Later, the director maliciously showed the expressions of other contestants when the second place was announced. Of course, everyone seemed relatively calm. They basically hesitated for a second, then put on a relaxed smile, and then
The audience began to applaud together.
Only Feng Bujue continued to watch the development of the situation with a dead look on his face. He looked like the kind of office worker who just punched in in the morning and was looking forward to getting off work. If it weren't for his salary,
In terms of face, I wanted to leave immediately.
"Congratulations to Brother Chang." Oscar turned around and said, "How are you, are you satisfied with this ranking?" he asked.
"Actually, I originally thought I should only have four or five." I replied with a smile.
"Then who do you think the top three should be?" Oscar asked another question that might offend people.
I want to go on stage and answer bluntly: "Well... I think Brother Ping, Xuan Tian and... you know, I think they are better than me in those parts."
"Oh?" Oscar's response was really quick. He immediately turned to Cai Guaguo and said, "What do you think of Cai Gua?"
"In my mind...well, the top three should be Brother Ping, Brother Xuantian and Brother Chang." Vegetable Guoguo replied: "I might be at the bottom."
"How can Uncle Soda be embarrassed by what you said?" Mo Buxiang said to the vegetables and fruits at this time.
Her tone and expression were obviously joking, and Oscar also laughed, "Soda, it seems that Mo Mo's implication is that you will definitely be at the bottom this round."
Soda also smiled and said: "You will announce the last one next, right?"
Oscar said: "Well... that's right." He pointed to the big screen, "Let's see, the... last place in the first round... is..."
Soda Fruit is undoubtedly at the bottom. Although Feng Bujue's part is not easy to evaluate, at least he has finished writing it, and he has written quite a lot. But the few sentences about Soda Fruit that have no beginning and no end can only be regarded as
Semi-finished products.
Without the director's reminder, the cameraman did what he did before again...
"Okay, I think... soda drinks should have expected this result." Oscar said.
Soda just nodded and smiled.
"Then...the tense moment has arrived." Oscar immediately faced the big screen again: "Today, who is the winner of the first round? It is the Eight Screens and Xuantian Sect that several of our writers are generally optimistic about.
, or are you just debuting on this stage? As popular contestants, Cai Gua and Mo Mo really have no chance?" In line with his lines, the camera also showed these contestants in order, "The result... Advertisement
I’ll reveal it to you later…”
It was edited again. In the next scene, Oscar read out the name on the big screen directly: "The winner of the first round is...Eight Screens!"
The audience burst into cheers and applause.
"I think you, like me, are deeply impressed by Brother Ping's description of characters." Oscar said, and the poem he wrote just now on the big screen was replayed on the big screen.
Then, there was an abrupt change, and Oscar's position changed a bit. He said loudly: "I believe everyone has been waiting for a long time, let's enter the second round of the showdown!"
"Look, the paragraph just now is where we are going to cut into a large section of the interview. At that time, each player's comments on the results of the first round should be cut into it." Feng Bujue said to Xiao Tan and Master Bao.
.
Xiaotan replied: "Where did you rank in the first round?"
"I don't know." Feng Bujue said, "I didn't ask any questions later."
"Don't make any noise, just follow the rules." Mr. Bao motioned for them to silence.
The detailed rules for the second round were given on the TV screen, and then Oscar said: "The first round has passed. Judging from the current situation, the eight screens are one step ahead. I will go on the stage and follow closely behind, and soda is temporarily ranked.
Finally, after the second round of the showdown, how will the rankings change?"
Oscar said and strode to Feng Bujue: "Bujue, if I tell you now that the format of the second round of duel may be very beneficial to you, do you believe it?"
"The expression on your face at this moment is like you just walked out of an MLM conference... So my initial reasoning is... the content of the second round of the showdown is indeed very beneficial to me." Feng Bujue replied with empty eyes.
The audience burst out laughing from the bottom of their hearts, and Oscar smiled awkwardly: "I don't think the contestant deserves to be a writer of detective novels. And it is indeed quite humorous." He quickly walked away two steps away from Brother Jue, and faced him again.
I felt deeply regretful for my behavior in talking to Feng Bujue.
"In the second round..." Oscar changed the topic to the right track: "Our seven writers will see..." He waved his arm and pointed. "Such a paragraph."
On the big screen, a not-too-long piece of content was displayed: [Ding Yi, an ordinary company employee, from an average family. A relative or friend was seriously ill and needed a large sum of medical expenses. One day, Ding Yi picked up a treasure.
Finally saved that relative and friend.]
Oscar looked at that paragraph of text and said: "Writers, please design an outline text based on this paragraph of text to make it a relatively complete story." His eyes turned to the contestants' seat: "The time limit is ten minutes.
Start now!"
Although the call to start was made, none of the seven players moved, each of them was thinking.
"If writing is cosmetics, then creativity is the connotation of a novel. Both of them can also attract readers." Oscar then began to read to the camera: "The judging criterion for this round is how attractive the plot is. The contestants will finally
I will express my ideas orally. In other words, this round of duel has nothing to do with writing, only creativity." He paused and said: "I personally feel... As a mystery novelist, I don't know
, when dealing with such short stories, it will definitely bring us surprises.”
The picture now showed Feng Bujue. This guy's eyes were dull, as quiet as a stone Buddha. He didn't know whether he was deep in thought or in a daze.
"Mobuxiang and soda often perform very well in this round." Oscar added, "I wonder what the result will be today?" He said: "According to the results of online voting, this program is a miracle.
The most anticipated part of the audience. In each issue, our seven writers will bring seven wonderful stories to the audience, which may be exquisite, terrifying, connotative, or suspenseful. Although the highlights are different,
Every story, without exception, is extremely fascinating..."
He rambled on for a while, and finally it was the commercial time. Since there were no commercials in this version, Xiao Tan and Master Bao went straight to the long-awaited announcement moment.
The announcement process of this round is not in the order of one to seven, but is randomly selected, so the contestants ranked six or seven cannot think carefully and slowly. They also have to complete the idea within ten minutes to prevent themselves from
Got drawn first.
"So, the first announced contestant is..." Oscar pointed to the big screen again, the huge Arabic numerals from one to seven flashed continuously, and finally stopped at "4".
"Mo Mo, please start." Oscar said directly without being verbose.
The console in front of the players is in free input mode in this round. Players can not only write text, but also draw sketches, such as character relationships, or even maps or objects. Players can read the drafts while dictating.
Organizing language. Of course. They can also write a short story directly on the operating screen just like writing a composition, and then just read it over. Originally, there is no fixed form for things like outlines, and they can do whatever they want.
In the story of Mo Buxiang, Ding Yi is a 29-year-old woman who had a musical dream since childhood, but in the end she entered a mediocre life. Until Ding Yi's fiancé became seriously ill, which changed her life.
Later, she picked up a magical flute that could move everyone who listened to its playing to tears. In the end, she not only saved her fiancé, but also regained her dream.
Her story was very short, and it only took three minutes to tell it. With the provocative background music, several audience members in the auditorium borrowed the topic and burst into tears. Naturally, the cameraman would not let go of these shots, and each gave them a few
Close-up of seconds.
"Well, Mo Mo has brought us another wonderful story. It seems calm, but it has a heart-warming power. She has once again proved that the plot of a story does not necessarily need exaggerated characters to be attractive.
Fierce conflict, as long as there is true love, this story will have its soul." Oscar recited a series of comments like a poetry recitation. Then he began to announce the next contestant.
In this round, several writers basically brought the story to the fields they are good at. The topics given in the inspirational link are always very open. Ding Yi’s gender and age; the identity of relatives and friends, illnesses; and the use of treasures
, origin, etc... It can be said that there are countless ways to unfold it. The degree of freedom is extremely high, so it is very convenient for writers to create. If you are willing, prepare a few good outline stories before recording, and then go into it
Just set it up.
Soon, all the contestants had finished talking. The best performer according to visual inspection should be soda. The horror master was really good. He came up with a twisting and suspenseful plot in ten minutes, and he did not violate the proposition once he introduced it.
and.
Finally, it was Feng Bujue's turn.
I don’t know why... Brother Jue was also the last one to appear despite the random announcement.
Generally speaking, the last writer to publish the outline in the second round is definitely more advantageous. Although the contestant should have thought about the content within ten minutes, and other people can no longer touch the operation screen after they start publishing,
But with the extra time, you can completely revise and improve the plot in your mind.
At this time, the audience was also looking forward to Feng Bujue's performance. There are three reasons: first, Oscar made those irresponsible remarks about mystery novelists in advance, second, Brother Jue was the last one to appear, and third, this guy was the first
Wheel's curious performance is still fresh in my memory...
"Well..." Feng Bujue crossed his arms across his chest with a sad look on his face.
Oscar came to his side and glanced at his console. He was shocked and thought: It was completely blank! The other contestants also wrote at least half of the screen, right? What kind of situation do you have? This
No one has ever handed in a blank paper before! Hey! The guy who wrote a biography of General Kim before he was 33 years old in the first round can’t write a word now! What does this mean?
"Uh... Contestant, it's your turn." When Oscar said this, he was already mentally prepared for the other party to give up.
Unexpectedly, Feng Bujue took a deep breath, leaned in front of the microphone, and without looking at the screen of the console at all, he began to speak at a very fast speed: "Ding Yi, thirty years old, single, ordinary company employee, working at the grassroots level, with
Like most office workers, they lived a life like a zombie. Until one day, the uncle of his cousin's aunt's son's classmate was suddenly diagnosed with a terminal illness and needed to be sent to Earth for treatment to have a chance of survival."
"Wait a minute... what happened when they were sent to Earth... Is this still a human story? Are aliens capable of interstellar travel losing to earthlings in terms of medical capabilities? By the way, the uncle of my cousin's son's classmate
What's the matter with Ding? Can you just let him die?" Oscar complained in his heart, and the expression on his face also changed.
Feng Bujue's narration continued: "But going to Earth requires a lot of money, which he, his cousin's aunt's family, or his cousin's son's classmates can't afford. At this moment, Ding Yi picked up a pair of magical
Dancing shoes, this treasure, awakened his long-lost memories. The long-lost sense of justice and mission all returned to his mind. It turned out that twenty years ago, Ding Yi's identity was... the universe
Superhero Breakdancer in the Junior Super League.”
"Thunder is a plane...Thunder is a hole...Dance is such a hero! Please, please drive him off the stage!" Oscar was almost going crazy.
"Ding Yi first contacted their plug-in planet's colony on Earth, India." Feng Bujue said again.
"So Ah San is not from Earth? Is this the setting?"
"His little friend from back then, Kickstarter, lives on Earth."
"A young superhero with such a name...how on earth did he fight against the evil forces of the universe when he was a child?"
"Then, they successfully used their superpowers to help the uncle of Ding Yibiao's aunt's son's classmate to sneak across the border."
"You're your sister, superhero! You're your sister, justice! If you don't have money, you'll be smuggling across the stars! What's the point of this series of settings of yours?"
"In the end, the uncle of Ding Yibiao's aunt's son's classmate received proper treatment from a local veteran military doctor and recovered." Feng Bujue finally said, "And Ding Yi's story has just begun... After awakening, he joined
The name of the Cosmic Adult Superman Alliance and Breakdancer has once again appeared in people's sights, and an evil force that has been dormant for a long time in the galaxy is once again ready to move..."
The words came to an abrupt end at this point. For some reason, everyone at the scene who listened to him tell this story had such an inexplicable and painful expectation in their hearts, hoping that he would continue telling it... (To be continued.
