Chapter 232 The Outline Is All in My Mind

() "Brother Jue, will this episode be cut off when it is officially broadcast?" Xiaotan asked.レ思♥路客レ

"Why cut it off? You can't let me rewrite it." Feng Bujue replied.

"There's nothing praiseworthy about this description." Civil servant Bao Daru said: "There is really 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? Are there any post-game interviews?" Xiaotan asked.

"Oh, 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: "This paragraph The interview will be edited into many clips and interspersed during the broadcast, just like the voice-overs that often appear in reality shows.”

"Oh? So those comments that appeared in the middle of the show were all recorded like this?" Xiao Tan asked.

"x-on: This is common sense." Bao Daru said from the side.

Feng Bujue also said: "Then what do you think those pictures are..."

"Uh..." Xiaotan was speechless.

"However, this preliminary edited version does not have these scenes." Feng Bujue said: "They are only in the official broadcast version."

At this point in the conversation between the three people, Oscar in the picture has diverted everyone's attention with a piece of off-topic nonsense, and then he said: "Then, the tense moment is here, 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. "The player who you think performed the best in this round will vote for the player you think is second to that player." He explained: "The index of the first vote is 1, and the index of the second vote is 0.5. When the indexes are the same, the number of first-choice votes will determine the outcome. 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 round with the most unpredictable results. Except for Suju, who came to this stage for the first time, the other six writers have all He paused and said, "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 new.

And since then, no new player has ever been able to win in the first round. I wonder if this pattern will be broken by a new player 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, whetting the audience's appetite, "He is..." As the music stopped, a writer's pen name popped up on the big screen, "I Come on!"

The screen then replayed three times in a row the changes in my expression at the moment I was about to appear. However, this guy wears sunglasses and still has a mop hair style. Even if his expression is slightly different, it is difficult to tell.

Later, the director maliciously showed the expressions of the 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 look of death on his face, as if in a daze. He looked like the kind of office worker who was looking forward to getting off work right after punching in in the morning. If it wasn't for the sake of salary, he would have wanted to walk in right away.

"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 like this." I replied with a smile as I was about to go on stage.

"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, Xuanyao and... I don't 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, Xuanyao 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 are going to 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 that have no beginning or end can only be regarded as half-finished products.

Without the director's reminder, the cameraman went over the same thing again... "Well, I think... Soda Drink should have anticipated this result." Oscar said.

Soda just nodded and smiled.

"Then...the tense moment has arrived." Oscar immediately faced the big screen again: "Today, who will be the winner of the first round? It is the eight-screen and mysterious screen that several of our writers are generally optimistic about. Yaozong, are you still new to this stage? Do Cai Gua and Mo Mo really have no chance? "According to his lines, the camera also showed these contestants in order," the result ...We will reveal it to you after the advertisement..."

This 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, were deeply impressed by Brother Ping's description of the subject matter." 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. Oscar's position changed and he said loudly: "I believe everyone has been waiting for a long time. Let's enter the second round of the showdown - a stroke of genius!"

"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 first round results should be cut into it." Feng Bujue said to Xiaotan and Bao Da. .

Xiaotan replied: "Where did you rank in the first round?"

"I don't know." Feng Bujue said, "I didn't ask him later."

"Don't make any noise, follow the rules." Bao Daru 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 come on to follow closely behind, and soda is temporarily ranked. Finally. How will the rankings change after the second round of the showdown?

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 is indeed a writer of detective novels, and he 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, "such a paragraph."

On the big screen, a not-too-long piece of content was displayed: [Ding Yi, an ordinary company employee with an average family background. A relative or friend is seriously ill and urgently needs a large sum of medical expenses. One day, Ding Yi picked up a treasure. Ding Yi Finally saved that relative and friend. 】

Oscar looked at the text and said: "Writers, please design an outline based on this 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 start was called, all seven players did not move, each 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 the degree of attraction of the plot. 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 that...as a mystery novelist, I am not good at it. I feel that when dealing with this kind of short story, it will definitely bring us surprises.”

The scene now showed Feng Bujue. This guy's eyes were dull, as quiet as a stone Buddha. He didn't know whether he was meditating 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 the online voting, the magic touch is The most anticipated part of this program is that in each issue, our seven writers will bring seven wonderful stories to the audience, which may be exquisite, terrifying, connotative, or suspenseful, although they are brilliant. A little different, but every story is, without exception, extremely attractive..."

He rambled on for a while, and finally it was the commercial time. Since there were no commercials in this version, Xiaotan and Bao Daru 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 about it slowly and confidently. They also have to complete the idea within ten minutes to prevent themselves. Got drawn first.

"So, the first contestant to be announced 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 operating table 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 the relationship between objects, or even maps or objects. When the players are dictating, they can Read the draft and organize the language. Of course, they can also write a short story directly on the writing screen just like writing a composition, and then just read it again. Originally, there was no fixed form for something like an outline, so anything would work.

In Mo Buxiang's story, Ding Yi is a 29-year-old woman who had a music dream since she was a child, but in the end she fell into a mediocre life. Until Ding Yi's fiancé became seriously ill, which changed her life. Later, she picked up a magical flute that could make everyone who listened to its playing move to tears. In the end, she not only saved her fiancé, but also regained her dream.

Her story was very short and only took three minutes to tell. In conjunction with the sensational background music, several spectators in the auditorium took advantage of the topic and burst into tears. Naturally, the cameraman would not let go of these shots and gave each of them a few seconds of close-up.

"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 a story does not necessarily need to be exaggerated to attract people. "Intense objects, fierce conflicts, as long as there is true love, this story will have its soul." Oscar recited a series of comments, and then began to announce the next contestant.

In this round, several writers basically brought the story to the areas they are good at. The questions given in the Touch of God session are always very open-ended. Ding Yi's gender and age; the identity and illness of relatives and friends; the purpose and origin of treasures, etc... It can be said that there are countless ways to unfold it, and it is extremely flexible, so it is very convenient for writers to create. If you are willing, you can prepare a few good outline stories before recording, and then you can incorporate them into them.

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 twists and turns and suspenseful plot in ten minutes, and he didn't even think about it after introducing the proposition. Violation.

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 contestants should have thought about the content within ten minutes, and other players can no longer touch the control screen after the announcement, but in the extra time, they can completely revise and improve the plot in their minds.

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’s hunting performance in the first round 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 working table. He was shocked and thought: It is completely blank! Other contestants also wrote at least half of the screen. Is there any? What is your situation? I have never had sex with a white roll at this stage. Hey! The guy who wrote a biography of General Kim before he was thirty-three years old in the first round is now unable to squeeze out a single word! What does this mean!

"Uh... Contestant, it's your turn." When Oscar said this, he was mentally prepared for the opponent to give up.

Unexpectedly, Feng Bujue took a deep breath, leaned in front of the microphone, and without looking at the workstation screen 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, Like most office workers, he lived like a zombie until one day, his cousin's son's classmate's uncle 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 story about humans? Are aliens capable of interstellar travel losing to Earth humans in terms of medical capabilities? What about the classmate of my cousin's aunt's son? What's wrong with uncle Guan Ding? How about just letting him die?" Oscar groaned 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 aunt's son's classmates can't afford. At this moment, Ding Yi picked up a pair of magical The dance 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. Superheroes in the Teen Super League - Breakdancer."

"Thunder is a plane...Thunder is a hole...Dance is a hero! Please, please drive him off the stage!" Oscar was going crazy.

"Ding Yi first contacted their plug-in planet's colony on Earth, India." Feng Bujue said again.

"It turns out that Ah San didn't enter the earth? Is this the setting?"

"His little friend from back then, the Tap Monster, lives on Earth."

"How did a young superhero with such a name 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."

"Superheroes! Justice! If you don't have money, just do interstellar smuggling! What's the point of your series of settings?"

"In the end, the uncle of Ding Yi's cousin's son's classmate received proper treatment from a local old military doctor and recovered." Feng Bujue said at last, "And Ding Yi's story has just begun... He awakened and joined the Universe Adult Super Enemy Alliance. The name of Breakdance Man once again appeared in people's sight, and a long-dormant evil force in the Milky Way was once again ready to move..."

He stopped talking here. For some reason, everyone who heard him tell this story at the scene had an inexplicable and painful expectation in their hearts, hoping that he would continue to tell it...