Chapter 232 The Outline is In My Brain

“Jue-Ge, will it be cut out when the show is on?” Asked Little Tan.

“Cut out what? I can’t rewrite it.” Feng Bujue said.

“There is no good or bad in this description. This part does not really need to be cut,” said public servant Master Bao.

“During the post-match interview, I was also asked why I wrote such a paragraph.” Feng Bujue said, “I asked them back why I couldn’t write that?”

“Oh? Are there any post-match interviews?” Asked Little Tan.

“Well, after the game, every writer has to record an interview separately. During the interview, the staff will play some pictures directly from the program and ask questions from the side.” Feng Bujue said, “The interview will end up being edited into many snippets that will be interspersed throughout the broadcast, just like the voiceovers that pop up from time to time on the reality TV show,” he said.

“Oh? Is it true that all the comments that pop up in the middle of reality shows are recorded like this?” “Asked Little Tan.

“That’s common sense.” Said Master Bao.

Feng Bujue also said: “Where do you think they came from… “

“Er…” Little Tan was speechless.

“However, this preliminary cut version does not have those shots.” Feng Bujue continued: “Only the formally broadcast version has them.”

At this point, Oscar had diverted attention with off-topic drivel, then he said: “So, the nervous time comes, voting time!”

The camera panned to give the mat a panoramic view.

Oscar said: “Audience present, you can vote right now on the small screen in front of you. Each member of the audience has one first vote and one-second vote. Please cast the first vote for the player you think is the best in this round.” He explained: “The first-ballot index is 1, and the second-ballot index is 0.5. If the index of two players is the same, the result will depend on the amount first vote. In addition, the voting time is two minutes, two votes cannot be cast for the same person. Now… The vote begins!”

Then came the tense backdrop of music, followed by a sequence of shots featuring each of the seven writers.

Oscar was not idle, and he had to find something to say: “The first round is always often the most difficult round to predict, except for Bu Jue, all other participates had won the first place in other seasons of our show.” He paused. “So far, only one has won the first round as a rookie, but It was our first show, and the seven contestants were all new.

Since then, no newcomer has ever won in the first round, I do not know if this rule will be broken by Bu Jue today… “

Two minutes passed quickly, and Oscar duly shouted, “Time’s up!” “He exhaled.” Well, as usual, we’ll announce the first, second and last in the round.” He looked at the screen. “Let me announce… Second place “

The camera cuts back and forth again, and Oscar speaks with a deliberate tone to delay to draw audiences focusing, “he’s…” As music suddenly stopped, a writer’s pen name pops up on the big screen. “Let Me Up!”

The scene was then played three times in a row of the expression of him at that moment. But it’s hard to tell if the dude’s expression was slightly different or not with sunglasses and a haircut of the mop.

After that, the director also maliciously released the other contestants’ facial expressions when the second place was released. Of course, everyone appeared relatively calm, basically, they hesitate for a second, then put on a relaxed smile and started to applaud with the audience.

Only Feng Bujue continued to use the face of death fish, staring at the development of the situation. He looked like the kind of office worker who waits to get off the office directly after he signed up in the morning.

“Congratulations to Up-Ge.” Oscar turned and said, “Well, are you happy with the ranking?” He asked.

“I thought I’d have four or five.” Let Me Up laughed.

“So, who do you think the top three should be?” Oscar raised another question that could cause offence.

Let Me Up said bluntly, “Well I think it should be Parcloses-Ge, Skywalker and Bu Jue… I think they’re better than mine.”

“Oh?” Oscar’s reaction was quick, and he immediately turned to Vegetable. “What do you think of the rank?”

“In my mind…. Well, the first three should be Parcloses-Ge, Skywalker and Up-Ge.” Vegetables said: “I may be at the bottom.”

“Where did you put Uncle Soda then?” Ink Incensing said to Vegetable at this time.

Her tone and expression were clearly a joke, and Oscar smiled. “Soda, it seems Ink Incensing means that you’re going to become the bottom.”

The Soda smiled and said, “You’re going to announce the last one, aren’t you?”

Oscar said, “Well… That’s right.” He pointed to the screen, “Let’s see, the first round, the last one is… “

Sure enough, Soda was the last one, and although it’s hard to leave comments to Feng Bujue, at least he finished it, and it was a lot. But Soda only had a half-baked word.

Without the director’s warning, the cameraman did what he had done before…

“Well, I think Soda should have expected that,” Oscar said.

Soda just nodded and smiled.

“So… The tense moment came.” Oscar immediately faced the big screen again: “Today, who was the winner in the first round? Is it Skywalker or Bu Jue who just went on the stage? As a popular writer, does the rest of the writer really have no chance?” Along with his lines, the shots were given to the contestants in sequence. “We will find out… after the advertisement. “

Here’s another cut, and the next shot was Oscars read out the names on the big screen: “The winner of the first round is Eight Parcloses!”

The audience cheered and applauded.

“I think you are as impressed as I am by his passages.” “Oscar said, and the big screen showed again the poem written by Eight Parcloses again.

Then, in a sudden shift, Oscar’s position changed a little. “Presumably everyone has been waiting,” he said aloud. “Let’s go to the second round — The Masterstroke!”

“Look, that’s where you’re going to cut into a lot of interviews, and at that point, you’re going to cut in each player’s comments about the results of the first round.” Feng Bujue explained.

Little Tan asked again: “What’s your ranking for the first round then?”

“I don’t know.” Feng Bujue said: “And I also didn’t ask.”

“Don’t make so much noise, look at the rules.” Master Bao beckoned them to stop.

“The first round is over,” Oscar said. “as things stand, Eight Parcloses are one step ahead and Let Me Up play next, and Soda is at the bottom. After the second round, how will the ranking change?”

Oscar said, striding to Feng Bujue: “Bu Ju, if I tell you now, in the second round you may be very favourable, do you believe it?”

“You look like you’ve just stepped out of a pyramid scheme at the moment. So, my preliminary reasoning is… The second round is really good for me.” Feng Bujue said with deadly eyes.

The audience burst into spontaneous laughter, and Oscar smirked awkwardly: “No wonder you are a detective novel writer, and you do have a good sense of humour.” He walked two steps away from Jue-Ge, and he once again felt deep remorse for his unwitting behaviour.

“In the second round…” Oscar took things on the right track: “Our seven writers will see… “He pointed.” Such a text.”

On the big screen, there was a passage which was not long: [Ding Yi, an ordinary employee of the company, whose family is poor. One of his relatives is seriously ill and need of a large number of medical expenses in urgent. One day, Ding Yi picks up a treasure and finally saves the relative.]

Oscar looked at the text and said, “Please write down an outline based on this text and make it a relatively complete story.” He looked at the writers. “Ten minutes, now… Start!”

Though the call began, none of the seven players moved but kept thinking.

“If writing is cosmetics, then creativity is the connotation of a book, and both can attract readers.” Oscar then said to the camera: “The criteria for this round is how attractive the plot is, and the contestants will eventually speak up about what they have conceived of. That said, this round has nothing to do with writing. It’s just about creativity, “he said, pausing, “As a reasoner, Bu Jue will definite bring us a surprise when he deals with such short stories.”

The picture was closed to Feng Bujue now. The guy’s eyes were glazed and still like a stone Buddha. Nobody knew he’s thinking or he’s sleepy.

“Ink and Soda often had a very good performance in this round.” Oscar said again.” I wonder what the result will be today?” He said: “According to the result of the online vote, this round was one of the most inspiring moments that viewers of the show were looking forward to. Each issue, our seven writers will bring to the audience seven wonderful stories. They are exquisite, or horror, or connotation, or suspense. although the shining point is different, each story, without exception, is extremely attractive… “

He rambled on for a while and finally got to the commercial time. Since there was no advertisement in this version, Little Tan and Master Bao began to see the long-awaited releasing time.

The announcement process for this round was not one to seven in order, but chosen at random, so the six or seven contestants could not think it over with certainty, and they had to finish it in ten minutes to avoid being picked first.

“So, the first player to be announced is… “Oscar pointed to the big screen again, and seven huge Arabic numerals flickered continuously, finally stopping on” 4.”

“Ink Incensing, please begin.” Oscar was no more verbose.

The platform in front of the players is in the free input mode during this round. The writers can not only write words but also draw sketches, such as character relationships, even maps or objects. When the players speak, they can read the drafts and organize the language. Of course, they can also write a short story on the screen just like writing an essay. There is no standard form for this kind of thing, it can come in any way.

In the story of Ink Incensing, Ding Yi is a twenty-nine-year-old woman who has a music dream since childhood. Until Ding Yi’s fiancé felt seriously sick which changed her life. Later, she found a magic flute that moved everyone to tears, and eventually saved her fiancé and her dream.

Her story was so short that it took only three minutes to tell. With the sensational backdrop of music, several spectators in the audience broke down in tears, which the cameraman naturally did not miss, each giving them a few seconds of close-up.

“Well, Ink Incensing brings us a wonderful story, which may seem not that attractive, but it has a kind of heart-warming power, and she proves once again that a story’s plot needs not to be exaggerated characters, fierce conflicts, as long as the truth is there, the story will have its soul.” Oscar’s read a list of reviews poetry recitation and then began to reveal the next contestant.

In this round, a few writers basically took the story to their field of expertise. The questions given in this session are always very open. The sex and age of Ding Yi; Identity and illness of relatives and friends; The purposes, origins, etc. There are literally thousands of ways to do this, and it’s incredibly flexible, so it’s very easy for writers to do it. If they want to, prepare a few good synopsis stories before the show, and then just put them in.

Soon, several contestants were finished. The best visual performance was Soda, and the master of terror was really strong. Ten minutes later, he came up with a plot that was tortuous and somewhat suspenseful, and he brought the proposition forward without any conflict.

Finally, it’s Feng Bujue’s turn.

Nobody knows why… He was still the last to appear under the premise of the random announcement.

Generally speaking, the last writer to publish the outline in the second round is definitely more favourable. While the contestants should have had their content ready in 10 minutes, and no one else can touch the screen after they start posting it, the extra time can be spent revising and perfecting the plot in their minds.

At this point, the audience is also looking forward to the performance of Jue-Ge. There are three reasons for this: first, Oscar made some irresponsible remarks about the reasoners; second, he’s the last one; and third, this guy’s first-round curiosity was still fresh in their mind…

“Well…” Feng Bujue folded his hands over his chest and looked sad.

Oscar arrived at his side and saw his workstation, then surprised: It’s A FUKIN* BLANK! Didn’t the other contestants at least write a half-screen? What the hell is your situation? Nobody before has been handed in a blank paper in this section! In the first round, you instant wrote General Kim’s biography, and now this guy cannot squeeze out even a word! What the fu** is he doing?

“Er… It’s your turn.” Oscar was prepared to say “He’s abstained” when he said this.

Unexpectedly, Feng Bujue took a deep breath, and before he reached the microphone, he did not look at the screen of the console at all. He began to say at a very fast speaking speed: “Ding Yi, 30, single, ordinary company clerk, working at the grassroots level, living like most office workers. One day, the uncle of his cousin’s son’s classmate was diagnosed with a terminal illness and needed to be sent to earth for treatment.”

“Wait a sec… What the hell about sending to the earth… Is this still a human story? Are aliens capable of doing interstellar travel losing their medical abilities to earthlings? By the way, the uncle of the classmate of the cousin’s son is in trouble, what the hell with that do with Ding Yi??? Could you please let him die?” There was a certain change of expression on Oscar’s face because he can’t speak it out but roasting in his heart.

Feng Bujue’s narrative went on: “But going to earth requires a lot of money, not that he, his cousin’s family, or his cousin’s son’s classmates can afford. Just at this moment, Ding picked up a pair of magical dancing shoes, this treasure awakened his dusty memories. The sense of justice and purpose that had long been lost came back to him. It turns out that twenty years ago, Ding Yi’s identity was the superhero of the Intergalactic Teenager Superman League (ITSL) – Break Dancing Man.”

“What the hell… about breakdance… and superhero! Please, somebody, get him off the stage!” Oscar was going crazy.

“Ding Yi first contacted their planet colony on earth, India.” Feng Bujue said.

“So Indian aren’t earthmen? Is that kind of weird setting?”

“His old friend, Taping Dancing Stranger, lived on earth.”

“The teenage superhero with that name… How did you fight against the evil forces of the universe when he was a child?”

“Then, they succeeded in using their superpowers to help Ding Yi’s aunt’s son’s classmate’s uncle, carried him out by smuggling.”

“Superhero your sister! Justice your sister! No money for interstellar traveller so you go smuggling! What’s the point of your settings?”

“Eventually, the uncle of his aunt’s son’s classmate got proper treatment from a local old military doctor and was able to recover.” Feng Bujue said at last, “But Ding Yi’s story had just begun… He woke up, joined the Universe Adult Superman Alliance (UASA). The name of Break Dance man had appeared in people’s sights again, and an evil force that felt asleep in Milky Way was again ready to move… “

That was the end of the sentence. Nobody knew why, there’s such a strange, painful expectation in the heart, hope that he continues to tell…