Thriller Paradise Chapter 232: The outline is in my head

"Brother Jue, will you be pinched off when this episode is officially broadcast?" Xiao Tan asked.

"Pinch off what to broadcast? You can't let me rewrite." Feng Bujue replied.

"This description has nothing to praise or criticize." Civil servant Bao said: "There really is no need for harmony."

"During the interview after the game, I also asked why I wrote such a piece of content." Feng Bujue continued: "I just asked them why they couldn't write it."

"Oh? Are there any post-match interviews?" Xiao Tan asked.

"Ah, after the game, every writer has to record an interview separately. During the interview, the staff will directly play some scenes from the program, and then ask questions on the side." Feng Bujue replied: "This The interview will be edited into many fragments at the end, interspersed during the broadcast, just like the voice-overs that often appear in reality TV shows."

"Oh? It turns out that the comments that appeared in the middle of the reality show were all recorded like this?" Xiao Tan asked.

"This is common sense." Master Bao said by 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 shots." Feng Bujue said: "Only in the official broadcast and publication."

At this point in the conversation between the three, the Oscar in the picture has used a piece of off-topic nonsense to divert everyone's attention, and then he said: "Then, the tense moment has arrived, the voting time!"

The camera turned, giving the players a panoramic view.

Oscar continued: "The seven hundred audience friends at the scene, at this moment. You can vote on the small screen in front of you. Each audience has a first vote and a second vote. Please first vote, Vote for the player you think played the best in this round, and vote for the player you think is next to this player." He explained: "The index of the first vote is 1, and the index of the second vote is 0.5. , When the index is the same, the number of first-selected votes is used to 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!"

Next. There was intense background music on the scene, and the camera gave a close-up of each of the seven writers in sequence.

Oscar is not idle either. He has to find something to say, "The first round is usually the most unpredictable round. Except for the first time I came to this stage, the other six writers . He has won first place in this round." He paused: "So far, only eight screens have won the first round as a rookie, but...that was our first episode of the program, the current issue Seven of the players are all newcomers.

After that, there has never been a rookie player who can win the first round. I don’t know the rule. Will it be broken by unconscious players today......"

Two minutes passed quickly, and Oscar shouted at the right time: "Time is up!" He sighed, "Well, as usual, we will announce the first place in this round. Second place, and last place. ." He looked at the big screen. "Let me announce first... the second place player..."

The camera was switched continuously for a while. Oscar also circulated and frustrated when he spoke, deliberately procrastinating, and drew the audience's appetite. "He is..." As the music stopped suddenly, the pen name of a writer jumped out on the big screen. , "I want to play!"

The screen then played three times in a row like a ghostly animal, the expression change at the moment I was going to play. However, these guys are wearing sunglasses and mop hair style, even if the expressions are slightly different, it is difficult to be seen.

Then, the director maliciously let out the expressions of the other players when the second place was announced. Of course, everyone seemed calm, basically hesitating for a second, and then put on a relaxed face. Smile and applaud along with the audience.

Only Feng Bujue continued to watch the development of the situation in a daze with a mortal expression on his face. He looks like the kind of office worker who is looking forward to getting off work right after he has finished punching his card in the morning. If it is not for the face of salary, he would like to leave immediately.

"Congratulations, Brother Chang." Oscar turned his head and said, "How about it, are you satisfied with this ranking?" he asked.

"Actually, I thought I should have only four or five people like this." I replied with a smile when I was going to play.

"Then who do you think the top three should be?" Oscar raised another question that might offend people.

I want to go on the court and answer bluntly: "Well...I think Ping Ge, Xuantian and... don't know it, I think their paragraphs are better than me."

"Oh?" Oscar's reaction was really fast, he immediately turned to vegetables and fruits and said: "What do you think of vegetables and fruits?"

"In my mind...well, the top three should be Brother Ping, Xuantian, and Brother Chang." Vegetables and Fruits replied: "I might be the bottom."

"Why do you say that makes the soda uncle love?" Mo Buxiang said to the vegetables and fruits at this time.

Her tone and expression are obviously joking, and Oscar laughed too, "Soda, it seems that Momo's implication is that you will definitely be the bottom of this round."

The soda also smiled and said: "You will announce the last one next, right?"

Oscar said: "Um...that's right." He pointed to the big screen, "Let's see, the first round...the last... is..."

Qi Guoguo, of course, made the bottom line without any dispute. Although Feng Bujue's paragraph was not a good comment, at least he has finished writing, and he has written quite a lot. But the soda sentences without beginning and ending can only be regarded as semi-finished products.

No need to remind the director, the cameraman also did what he did before...

"Well, I think... the soda should have expected this result." Oscar said.

The soda just nodded and smiled.

"So...the tense moment has come." Oscar immediately turned to the big screen: "Today, who is the winner of the first round? It is the eight screens and screens that our writers are generally optimistic about. Xuan Tianzong, still not aware of this stage for the first time? Caigua and Mo Mo as popular players, do they really have no chance?" In accordance with his lines, the shots were also given to these players in order, "Results ...... After the advertisement, I will announce for you......"

This has been edited again. In the next shot, Oscar directly pronounced the name on the big screen: "The winner of the first round is...Eight screens!"

The audience cheered and applauded.

"I think you are just like me. I was very impressed with the paragraphs that Ping Ge described the characters." Oscar said, and the poem written by Shicai Eight Fans was reproduced on the big screen.

Afterwards, there was an abrupt change. Oscar's position changed a bit, and he said loudly: "Presumably everyone has been waiting for a long time, let us enter the second round of the duel-a stroke of God!"

"Look, the paragraph just now is where you are going to cut into a large section of the interview. At that point in time, every player's comments on the results of the first round should be cut in." Feng Bujue sighed and said Bao Da is humane.

Xiao Tan replied: "Which is your first round?"

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

"Don't be noisy, look at the rules." Master Bao motioned for them to stop.

The detailed rules of the second round were given on the TV screen. Then, Oscar said: "The first round has passed. From the current situation, the eight-screen screen is one step ahead. I want to play next. And soda Temporarily ranked last. After the second round of the duel, how will the ranking change?"

As Oscar said, he strode forward to Feng Bujue: "No, if I tell you now, the form of the second round of the duel may be very beneficial to you. Do you believe it?"

"At this moment, the expression on your face is as if you just walked out of the MLM venue...So my preliminary reasoning is...The content of the second round of the matchup is indeed very beneficial to me." Feng Bujue replied with a gaze.

The audience burst into laughter from the heart, and Oscar smiled embarrassedly: "I don't realize that the contestant is worthy of writing detective novels, and it is really humorous." He hurried two steps away, staying away from Brother Jue. And once again felt deep regret for the act of talking to Feng Bujue.

"In the second round..." Oscar shifted the topic on the right track: "Our seven writers. Will see..." He waved his arm and pointed, "Such a text."

On the big screen. A section of not long content appeared: [Ding Yi, an ordinary company employee, from an average family background, a certain relative or friend was seriously ill, and urgently needed a large amount of medical expenses. One day, Ding Yi picked up a treasure, and Ding Yi finally saved it. Relatives and friends. 】

Oscar looked at that paragraph and said: "Writing writers, based on this paragraph, design an outline text to make it a relatively complete story." He cast his gaze to the contestant's seat: "Limited time Ten minutes, now...start!"

Although they called for the start, none of the seven players moved, and they were all thinking.

"If writing is cosmetic, then creativity is the connotation of a novel, and both of them can also attract readers." Oscar then began to read to the camera: "The criterion for this round of judgment is how attractive the plot is. The contestants will finally dictate the content of their ideas. In other words, this round of duel has nothing to do with writing, just look at creativity," he paused, and said, "I personally think... as a mystery novelist. Unconsciously, when dealing with such short stories, it will definitely surprise us."

Feng Bujue was shown in the picture at this time. The guy's eyes were dull, as calm as a stone Buddha, and he didn't know if it was contemplation or a daze.

"Mobuxiang and sodas often have very good performances in this round." Oscar added, "I don't know what the result will be today?" He said: "Based on the results of the online voting, a magical touch. This is the most anticipated part of the audience of this show. In each issue, our seven writers will bring seven wonderful stories to the audience, either exquisite, or horror, or connotation, or suspense, although they are shining. Different, but every story is extremely attractive without exception..."

He chatted for a while, and finally it was time for advertising. Since there were no ads for this version, Xiao Tan and Master Bao directly ushered in the long-awaited announcement.

The announcement process of this round is not in the order of one to seven, but randomly selected, so the players ranked six or seven can’t think about it slowly, and they have to finish the idea within ten minutes. In case you are drawn first.

"Then, the first player announced is..." Oscar pointed to the big screen again, and the huge Arabic numerals from one to seven flashed continuously, and finally stopped at "4".

"Momo, please start." Oscar said directly without being wordy.

The console in front of the players is in free input mode in this round. Contestants can not only write text, but also draw sketches. For example, the relationship between characters, and even maps or objects. When the contestants are dictating, they can organize the language while reading the draft. Of course, they can also write a short story directly on the operation screen just like writing a essay, and then just read it once. Originally, there is no fixed form for such things as outlines. Anything will do.

In Mo Buxiang's story, Ding Yi is a twenty-nine-year-old woman who had a musical dream since she was a child, but in the end she entered a mundane life. It wasn't until Ding Yi's fiance became seriously ill, which changed her life. Later, she found a magical flute that could make everyone who listened to it moved to tears. In the end, she not only saved her fiance, but also regained her dream.

Her story is very short, it only took three minutes to finish it. With the sensational background music at the scene, several audience members in the auditorium used the topic to play, tears streaming down their faces, and the cameraman would naturally not let go of these shots. Each gave them close-ups for a few seconds.

"Well, Momo has brought us another wonderful story. It seems calm, but it has a heart-warming power. She also proved it again. The plot of a story does not need to be exaggerated to attract people. Characters. In the fierce conflict, as long as there is true feelings, this story will have its soul." Oscar poem recitation usually chanted a series of comments, and then began to announce the next player.

In this round, several writers basically brought stories to their areas of expertise. The topics given in the stroke of the gods are always very open. Ding Yi's gender and age; relatives and friends' identities and illnesses; the purpose of the treasures, origins, etc.... It can be said that there are countless ways to expand and the degree of freedom is extremely high, so it is very convenient for writers to create. If you are interested, prepare a few good outline stories before recording, and then just put them inside.

Soon, several players finished talking. The best visual performance should be soda. The horror master is really good. In ten minutes, he came up with a twisty and suspenseful plot, and brought the proposition behind. No violation.

Finally, it was Feng Bujue's turn.

I don't know why... Brother Jue was the last one to appear on the premise of random announcements.

Generally speaking, the writer who is the last to announce the outline in the second round is definitely more advantageous. Although the players should have thought about the content within ten minutes, and other people can no longer touch the operation screen after the announcement, but in the extra time, you can correct and perfect the plot in your mind.

At this time, the audience also looked forward to Feng Bujue's performance. There are three reasons: firstly, Oscar said in advance those irresponsible remarks about the mystery novelist; secondly, brother Jue was the last to appear; thirdly, this guy’s performance in the first round is still fresh in memory...

"Um..." Feng Bujue folded his arms across his chest, a sad expression on his face.

Oscar came to him and glanced at his console. He was shocked at the time and said to his heart: It turned out to be blank! Other players also wrote at least half-screen, is there anything? What's your situation? No one has ever handed in a blank paper in this session! In the first round, the guy who wrote the biographies of General Jin's 33-year-old man can't squeeze a word! what does this mean!

"Uh...I don't know the player, it's your turn." When Oscar said this, he was already mentally prepared for the opponent to abstain.

Unexpectedly, Feng Bujue took a deep breath and leaned in front of the microphone, without looking at the console screen at all, and started speaking at a very fast rate: "Ding Yi, thirty years old, single, ordinary company employee, working in The grassroots, like most office workers, live a life like a walking dead. Until one day, the uncle of his cousin’s son’s classmate was suddenly diagnosed with a terminal illness and needed to be sent to the earth for treatment to have a chance of survival."

"Wait... what happened to the earth... Is this still a human story? Did aliens who are capable of interstellar travel lose out to earthlings in terms of medical capabilities? Talking about the cousin's son What's wrong with Guan Ding, the uncle of the classmate? Let him die, okay?" Oscar felt unbearable, and the expression on his face also changed to a certain extent.

Feng Bujue’s narrative continues: “But going to the earth requires a lot of money, and it’s not something he, his cousin’s aunt’s family, or his cousin’s son’s classmates can afford. Just at this moment, Ding Yi picked it up. A pair of magical dancing shoes, this treasure, awakened his memories that had been covered in dust for many years. The long-lost sense of justice and mission all returned to his mind. It turned out that Ding Yi’s identity was 20 years ago. ......The superhero in the Superman League of Universe-Breakdance Man."

"What plane is breaking...what kind of hole...what is dancing! Please, who will drive him off the stage!" Oscar was going crazy.

"Ding Yi first contacted their colony of external stars on Earth, India." Feng Bujue said again.

"Isn't Ah San not a human being on earth? Was it such a setting?"

"His little friend back then-Tap Monster~IndoMTL.com~ lives on the earth."

"A juvenile superhero with this name... How did he fight against the evil forces of the universe when he was a child?"

"Then they succeeded in using their superpowers to help the uncle of Ding Yibiao's son and classmate in smuggling."

"Superhero, your sister! Justice, your sister! If you have no money, engage in interstellar smuggling! What is the significance of your series of settings?"

"Finally, the uncle of Ding Yibiao’s son was properly treated by an old local military doctor and recovered." Feng Bujue said at last, "And Ding Yi’s story has just begun... the awakened him , Joined the cosmic adult superman alliance, the name of the Breakdance Man appeared in people’s sight once again, and the evil force that has been sleeping in the galaxy for a long time is also ready to move again..."

The words come to an abrupt end here. For some reason, everyone on the scene who heard him tell this story has such an inexplicable and painful expectation in his heart. I hope he will continue to talk... (to be continued. If you like this work, you are welcome Come to the starting point (m) to vote for recommended votes and monthly tickets. Your support is my greatest motivation. For mobile phone users, please go to m to read.)