Thriller Paradise Chapter 553: Life of Salmon
After the break, the recording restarts.
In these ten minutes or so, the chief director brilliantly thought of another good idea. He decided to save the second part of the questioning session until the final round of scoring. In this case... it doesn't matter if something unexpected happens at that time, at most this link and the previous half of Oscar's words will be cut off.
"Okay, thank you for your wonderful answers." Oscar immediately followed the content before the interruption and began to speak, "After this period of time, our expert jury has reached a conclusion. Now, we have put the players We directly add up the scores in the first round of "Pen to Chapter" and the second round of "Shen Lai Zhi Pen", and list the ranking. Everyone...please look at the big screen."
As Oscar said, he raised his arm to the big screen on the side of the stage, and the main camera lens also moved over.
On the screen, the pen names of the seven writers are listed from top to bottom. Before each of their pen names, there is an Arabic numeral circled in a circle. The specific content is as follows: 1 Night Fire, 2 Bandit General, 3 Chainsaw Rose, 4 Soda, 5 Reforming the Spring Breeze, 6 Yamu Tea, 7 Unconscious.
"Hmm...Is it done..." Feng Bujue asked, "In the first round of the announced rankings, the first, second, fifth, and sixth places are hidden, and this second round will be added. In this case, the number of votes cast by the audience does not really matter. Presumably during this period of time, all the related accounts such as the number of votes and percentage data have been cleaned up, so I am full of confidence. It shows the ranking..."
"The above is the ranking of the players in the wild card so far. Is this consistent with your guess..." Oscar said to the camera. "Of course, this is not the final ranking. Because..."
At this point, the lights on the stage suddenly dimmed, and a beam of light fell from the sky. Focused on Oscar.
"...We still have the final round of the final contest." After the first half of the sentence, Oscar raised his hand to point to the camera, "The third round-the finishing touch!"
Oscar immediately read the rules of the third round.
Same as the last time Jie Ge came to the competition, the finishing touches have not changed. The program team will randomly (it seems not necessarily random now) to send an envelope to each writer, with a stack of a4 paper in the envelope. There is an unfinished novel of about 100,000 characters printed on these papers. In addition, the editor team of "I am a writer" summarized the outline of the current plot of the novel, including characters, settings, general plot and so on. The writers have a total of ninety minutes to read the general outline and text, and write the end of this book.
The basic idea for this round is...to understand the general outline as soon as possible, and then to familiarize yourself with the original author’s style through the text. Then imitate this style of writing. After the existing last chapter, continue with the last chapter that is reasonably reasonable.
In all fairness, this is indeed the most difficult round. The previous "Pen to Chapter" test was about writing; "The Pen of God" test was about creativity; and this third round...the test is far more than those two skills.
In the limited time, writers have to read, understand, think, write, fast, and better. The key is...the style of writing should be similar to the original author.
It may be the hardest thing to finish an article for others, not to mention the extreme example of A Dream of Red Mansions... It is a mediocre, creative novel. Who is confident that it can continue properly? The original author can't write it anymore, let you write it down. There is no trace of writing, as if it were the original work, it is more difficult than reaching the sky.
So, we must take a tolerant attitude towards works like "Dragon Ball gt".
Hmm...it seems to be far away.
Get back to business...
"...The grading standard will be the same as before. The finishing touch will account for 40% of the total score, while the previous two rounds add up to 60%..." Oscar finished the rules, and then Explain the scoring criteria. "In this round. The audience friends at the scene can still only vote for the first choice. Cannot vote for the second vote. Our expert jury will naturally participate in this round of judging. Their opinions will account for three. One-third of the weight. And the remaining two-thirds..." He faced the audience and said solemnly, "It will depend on your choice..."
Next, Oscar said another routine line. He will repeat these words in almost every episode, such as the evaluation standards of the teachers, professionalism, and their efforts to organize the general outlines of these books. The audience responded with applause very cooperatively.
While this nagging was going on, several staff members just came onto the stage under the cover of darkness and handed seven envelopes to the seven writers.
A few minutes later, Oscar finished what he should say, and finally announced: "Ok...I think everyone is going to be anxious too, I won't be verbose anymore, the third round is the finishing touch... Now..." He was habitual again. After stopping for two seconds, he said, "Start!"
As soon as the voice fell, a countdown of 89:59 appeared on the big screen; at the same time, an operable window appeared on the voting screen in front of the audience, in which you can view seven Which novels were drawn by each contestant, and the corresponding outline.
This is a new policy implemented by the program team in the first few episodes...because many viewers have responded that the waiting time of one and a half hours is too long and they feel that they have nothing to do. In previous programs, the topics of the seven writers were scrolled on the big screen one by one, but the facts proved that this did not work well. So... it was changed to what it is now. The audience can browse the novels and read the outlines on their own during these ninety minutes. Synchronize the information with the writers, and can also entertain the boredom.
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Ten minutes after the start of the third round, backstage, Feng Bujue’s "Friends Group" lounge.
Due to the filming needs of the show, the contestants must be individually filmed and interviewed in a special lounge, so the program is given to each contestant’s entourage (assistant, bodyguard, driver, relatives and friends group, etc.). A lounge is arranged.
Boom, boom--Feng Bujue knocked on the door twice.
No one in the room answered, but someone opened the door directly.
"You don't have a good game, why did you sneak out?" An Yueqin seemed to know that the person outside was Brother Jue before opening the door. Opening your mouth is just a sentence of reproach.
"What's the hurry...I'll just go back in the last twenty minutes." Feng Bujue shrugged and replied.
"I knew you were doing such a fool in the audience..." Li Ruoyu's voice came from behind An Yueqin, "...I won't come."
Feng Bujue's family and friends group lounge, a total of two people came. Ruoyu drove Brother Jue to the TV station on the grounds that "I decided to pay you back." After that, I couldn't leave. On the other hand, An Yueqin is on official duties. After all, she is the editor of Brother Jue. After watching Feng Bujue’s performance in the previous game, she always feels bad if she doesn’t come here for a while...
Previously, the two of them had been watching the scene on the time-controlled TV in the lounge. Just now, Brother Jue left his seat and walked towards the backstage, and they naturally saw it.
"Hello...Don't go back alone." Feng Bujue tilted his head, and said to Ruo Yu on the sofa through An Yueqin, "Today you suddenly drove over to pick me up. It caused me to go out too hurriedly. , I didn’t bring my transportation card and wallet."
"Is it the time to worry about this now?" An Yueqin also tilted her head, blocking the sight of Brother Jue. Have you considered the reaction?"
Feng Bujue didn't reply directly. He first looked around to confirm that he was not being followed by the camera brother, then walked into the house sideways, and then closed the door...Finally, he lowered his voice and replied: " Shout what...I know it in my heart."
"What do you have?" An Yueqin said in a slightly angry tone. "Do you think I don't know? You saw that Yezhihuo had already decided to qualify beforehand, so you want to fix him, right?" As she said, she went back to the sofa and sat side by side with Ruoyu.
"Ha! Am I such a boring person?" Feng Bujue spread out his hands and replied innocently.
"Of course they are very similar." The two on the sofa answered in unison.
"Well... the two girls... met each other for only a few hours. I didn't expect that they were stunned and targeted me..." Feng Bujue made a weird expression and took a half step back.
If Yu raised her cell phone: "We have exchanged email addresses..."
An Yueqin also raised her mobile phone: "And some information about you..."
The expressions of the two of them are very calm, but their aura is as if they are stubborn, and their intentions are ups and downs. Let Feng Bujue have a very unclear premonition instantly...
"Well... as long as you let me make a living. Everyone is still good friends..." Brother Jue replied very seriously.
"Oh, all right. Don't play tricks, I know, you must have some plans." Ruo Yu sighed. "But you better not take it off for fun."
"At the end of the section list, if you fail to restore your image and popularity." An Yueqin also continued, "Then I can't help you either. You clean your neck and wait for our editor-in-chief and higher leaders. Come to you."
"Ah... don't worry..." Feng Bujue came and sat down on the sofa on the other side of the room, and looked at the TV screen on the wall, "I will give everyone a satisfactory answer. ……"
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Feng Bujue wandered back from the lounge when there were only 20 minutes left for the creation of "The finishing touch."
During this time, he basically spent his time playing on his mobile phone and chatting. Others are desperately reading and writing fast. To be honest...Everyone in the audience has long since given up the idea of letting him cooperate with the recording. So when he greeted the director and said that he was going backstage to take a break, Fei Ran didn’t stop him at all...
"Yo, Oscar, the audience interaction session is over." After Feng Bujue returned to the stage, he still didn't sit back in his seat, but ran to the edge of the stage to get close to the Oscar who was making up.
"Yes, even the advertising slogan and a few late-stage monologues have been recorded." Oscar sat down under the fiddle of a stylist, and didn't dare to move. He wanted to drink his saliva. Where have you been?"
"I talked with two friends for a while, so I can take a break by the way." Feng Bujue said, "The stage is too hot, the lights are baking..." He leaned forward and looked closely. Watching Oscar, "I said...just the makeup on your face, can you be used as a mask after being baked by a lamp?"
"Isn't it..." Oscar replied, "Hey...who asked us to do this." He paused, "That's right. No idea... Even if you don't care about the result." , But you are like this now... it’s not so good..." He changed his expression slightly, "Last time you came, you used'I don't like that book' as the reason. In the third round, you didn't write a word. You won’t even look at it..."
"I've seen it." Feng Bujue interrupted, "No need to read it again."
"Huh?" Oscar was taken aback when he heard the words.
Feng Bujue immediately explained with a smile: "Heh... that's it, the novel I got, I read it a long time ago. An hour ago, I spent ten minutes and recalled it through the general outline. The content of the whole book, and a final chapter was conceived." He shrugged, "According to my estimate. I will be able to complete this chapter in fifteen minutes. So... I decided to go backstage to breathe and gather my thoughts. Come back and write it down."
"Ha..." Oscar also smiled, "It really looks like your style."
"In the eyes of people who don't understand, it will become a very arrogant behavior..." Feng Bujue said.
"Of course, who knows what you are doing?" Oscar responded.
"Oh, by the way, I have something to ask you when I came here." Feng Bujue said at this time, "After the process here is finished, the'voice-over interview' can be recorded for me first. Is it?" He paused for a second. Added, "Because I want to go back soon."
"Oh~ little things." Oscar said, "I'll just say hello to the director in a while."
"That's good, thank you." Feng Bujue said politely, "Then I will go back to my seat."
"You go hurry up and play carefully." Oscar said.
Brother Jue smiled and turned to go.
Oscar looked at his back, and said in his heart: Aggressive for a while, amiable for a while... I really can't guess you...
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"Welcome back, I am the writer—Resurrection Night!" After the countdown ended. Oscar came to the stage again. Acting vigorously to the camera, "Not much gossip. Let's usher in the finishing touch!"
He quickly reached the position of player number one and said: "As usual, we will start with number one..."
The subsequent publication process. All proceeded step by step. The chapters written by the contestants appeared on the big screen in turn, with a general outline of the work being continued.
Oscar was gagging along the way, and by the way, he gave a lot of beautiful words. He is indeed a good player to instigate the atmosphere of the scene. In the ** part of this show, there is almost no one-minute cold field.
The articles written by the writers are indeed of a very high standard. Of course...Compared to the level of the issue of "I'm a Writer-Please Feel Free to Tucao", it's still a bit worse. After all, this is a resurrection match. In terms of the strength of the writers, it can't be compared with the lineup of great gods gathered in that period.
About twenty minutes later, Oscar finally came to Feng Bujue’s No. 6 player...
"So... let's take a look at the performance of the players in this round." When Oscar said this, the content written by the brother in fifteen minutes has appeared on the big screen. on.
[Our protagonist, just died like this...]
This is the first sentence of the final chapter written by Feng Bujue.
After reading this sentence, many people immediately wanted to scold the street, because it is difficult for them to imagine what the rest of this chapter is about...
But actually... it's not Jue brother's fault. The book he wrote is essentially an unfinished work. In the previous chapter, the original author really wrote the protagonist to death. Although the author's writing is good, he describes the process of the protagonist's death in a tragic and touching manner, but he cannot conceal the nature of "sudden death". Because he finished writing the part where the protagonist died, he ended the chapter abruptly, and then stopped writing.
I have to say... The envelope that Feng Bujue arrived "randomly" was really scary and terrifying. The novels drawn by other people are either tepid and half-developed; or they are so large that the original author can’t control it after writing for a while; he is the only one... the author paid it back before the **** Do not forget to make up for the protagonist. Strictly speaking, this is no longer an **** novel, it is half-finished and half-eunuch's unsuccessful article...
Of course, Feng Bujue still succeeded in resuming a decent chapter within twenty minutes.
[As the protagonist of a novel, he is really sad, even a little bit to laugh. He still has a lot of things to do, and many ideals have not been realized, but he ended up without a disease...]
When seeing this, the audience still held a suspicious attitude, unable to guess what was next.
[But...maybe it's his fate.
Along the way, he brought us a lot of laughter and tears. His success made us happy, and his failure made us sympathize. His courage makes us admire, and his cowardice makes us introspect.
He struggled in pain and grew up in adversity; he swayed like a clown, moaned like a sick man, thought like a saint, and greedy like a beast. He is noble, unbearable, smart, stupid, dedicated, passionate... He lives like a paradoxical lunatic, just to make us laugh.
And peel off those appearances and look again... He is just a person, a person living in our imaginary world. The meaning of his existence is only for our temporary pastime. One day, we will forget him, just like many other characters.
Death is not his ending, his ending is no different from the other protagonists... it is being forgotten. 】
At this point in the text, a paragraph dividing line appears.
[Do you know salmon? When they were still fish eggs, humans and some big birds turned them into delicious food in the belly.
Those who survived by chance drifted and grew up in the ocean currents...
When they reach maturity, they will rush upwards and travel thousands of kilometers to return to the waters where they were born.
They crossed waterfalls and dams, jumping and advancing against the current. Escape from the predator's claws, through the endless upstream ~IndoMTL.com~ scarred, but bravely marching forward.
After experiencing many difficulties, they finally came to the calm lake and came to the place where their mother laid their eggs. Then use the last energy to give birth to offspring and end their lives. It was a short and hard life that had gone through tribulations.
Their carcasses will become food for other animals, and their remains will be turned into nutrients for trees. And their offspring... will follow the footsteps of their parents and complete the mission of this life again. Knowing that the final result is death, they still follow this course.
Like the protagonists of countless novels, they come and go, staged scenes of ups and downs and wonderful dramas in front of us, but in the end, they will still be like salmon. In just a few years... this short life was over.
For them, this period before our eyes is all.
The death of the characters is not the end, the end of the story is their end.
So, although our protagonist still has a lot of things to do, and many ideals have not been realized, as long as we remember him and remember the feelings he once brought us, he will not live in vain. Even in the face of death, he will never hesitate to die without regrets. 】