The backstage of Time Travel Company is filled with screens of all sizes. The staff members each wear wireless built-in headphones and focus on their work in their own area.
There are statisticians and persons in charge reporting data.
"A total of 60,000 people from Changjixing participated, and more than 20,000 people are expected to pass in the first round."
"Have you discovered any talents worth cultivating?"
"Yes. There are currently 119 people with anchor potential, 23 of whom have worked as non-time-travel anchors, and 3 people have worked as time-travel anchors."
It can be seen that most people just want to have fun in the competition and want to try it.
The person in charge frowned and said, "A small planet can barely survive with such data. What material can be used to make a trailer?"
"Not yet... none." The statistician also looked like he wanted to wipe away his sweat. He glanced at the person in charge's face, "The feedback from the editor was that there was no plot conflict and they couldn't start."
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Now the person in charge also found it difficult. The proposer of the audition plan has a good relationship with him, and the plan is to save the company's costs, allowing the contestants to be the "masterminds" themselves to provide plot ideas, and the system only needs to evolve the basic scenes.
Use the simplest way to screen out contestants with certain plot editing and adaptation abilities.
However, the biggest disadvantage of such a simple story-based task-based story is that there is no continuation and transition, and naturally there is a lack of plot conflicts that the editor needs.
He scanned each small screen and was able to feel the "softness and powerlessness" of these plots.
These players all use it as a tool of revenge, making all kinds of incredible demands to embarrass their players and attack their players, without even thinking about how exciting the story is.
The person in charge gritted his teeth and had to say: "Give them another three days. If there is no suitable material, use the plot points as easter eggs and release them. Tell them that if they can do it, there will be special rewards."
The competition trial venue has a primary time zoom function. The three days given by the person in charge were three months in the trial field. It was not long, but it was enough for everyone to have a chance to show themselves.
As for the trial group that Abe is in, she, as number 5, just happened to appear on the scene - as a male.
No one stipulates that gender change is not allowed, so No. 4’s whims are actually realized. Fortunately, Abe doesn't particularly care, or in other words, as far as the special background of prison is concerned, she feels that male characters are more conducive to her completing the task.
This is the third time that Abe has changed spaces. She knows that no matter how she changes, she still exists in the spiritual world of neural links. What changed was not the scene, but the information sent to her by the system.
But compared to a square that accommodates ten thousand people, or a trial space for five people, this scene truly reflects the wealth of Titr Company.
——100% restored pseudo\□□.
She appeared in the interview room in the cell block where No. 2 was located. Separated from the soundproof glass, there were a bunch of men with short heads and blue and white striped prison uniforms sitting inside. Prison guards were like telegraph poles on the street. Every two or three people stood behind them. , don’t hold the baton in your hand, and be alert at all times.
Abe sneezed slightly, and the people around her instantly changed from backgrounds to living people, looking towards her.
Number 2 is among them.
He obviously endured some hardships, hit rock bottom when he was proud, was slandered and attacked for no reason, and was thrown into prison. He was originally a bit cynical, but when he was suddenly insulted, his instinctive self-protection allowed him to quickly assimilate and learn from the most vicious people in the prison. At this moment, his expression was more vigilant and aggressive than when he was a campus gangster. His lips were chapped, like a black-backed puppy. It seemed that no one was a good person, and his cowardice was hidden in his disguised ferocity.
He walked to the empty seat without sitting down. He bent down and picked up the phone with one hand. Abe had just said half of "What do you want..." when the man's concise words came from the phone. .
"roll."
She raised her eyes in confusion and met the eyes of the person on the other side of the glass.
He was condescending and said with a sneer: "Don't you understand? Get out of here!"
At the same time, in Abe's field of vision, a bright yellow number appeared in the upper right corner, counting down from 60 seconds.
His words have become part of the mission. If she can't do it, the mission will fail.
Abby pushed away her chair and stood up.
The prison guard's eyes were immediately fixed on her. But I saw this boy wearing an ordinary hooded sweater, with soft black hair and delicate features. He suddenly squatted on the ground, rolled himself up like a hedgehog, turned over slightly, and rolled in a circle.
He paused, then rolled forward again in the same posture.
He rolled three or four times in a row, and if the criminals hadn't looked at him with their mouths wide open, it would have been like they were in a physical education class at school, and those who didn't know better would have thought he was practicing forward rolling.
No. 2, who was locked inside, looked at this scene and was both stunned and couldn't help but hold his belly and burst into laughter. Until the prison guards came forward to maintain order.
"Okay, come back."
He slapped the long table and said as if training a puppy. The prison guard behind him looked at him like he was crazy, but within a second, Abe, who was still struggling with the prison guard, returned to the glass window.
He knew that if Abe couldn't hear his order, the virtual screen would prompt her.
If when he first gave instructions to No. 3, he would still hesitate and condemn himself, then as time goes by, No. 3’s contemptuous and disgusting attitude is the best catalyst. The more she despises him, the more he wants to Tossing to death. Of course, the basic moral bottom line given to him by his upbringing environment is still there, and he will not break it easily.
Now, he is able to issue various tormenting orders with ease.
"Come back tomorrow and bring me a game console."
The next day, Abe brought the newly purchased switch.
To give the game console to No. 2, the normal prison visit method was not feasible. He gave her one day to let Abe clear the relationship.
According to the six-dimensional space theory, anyone in the world can be known through six people. Through the relationship network of the current character, Abe spent a lot of money to get the opportunity to visit the prison in a single room.
Outside the single room, the prison guard checked the items she carried with her. After confirming that they were correct, they looked at her again. He narrowed his eyes and reminded her: "Half an hour at most."
Abe nodded, "Is he okay?"
"It's not bad, the newcomers are not willing to obey the discipline." The prison guard's eyes were wandering, and he looked meaningful, "Your friend was detained all night yesterday, and he is probably not in a good mood. You can try to persuade him more, and he will still be fine when he gets here. Be obedient."
Abe knew what he was talking about. She had specifically asked for information about prisons in this era.
Here, there is a special small dark room in the prison. The space is narrow and stuffy. It is often used to treat the troublemaker. If a person is locked in it for a whole day, no one with the best psychological quality can bear it.
Thinking of this, she opened the door of the room reserved for prison visitors. Inside, a long square table was placed in the center with chairs on both sides. No. 2 lay lazily on the table, rubbing his head that was shaved into a caliper. As soon as Abe entered the door, he saw the wounds on his forehead and the corners of his eyes, which added a sharp feeling to his dark skin.
But over the course of a day, the sense of darkness on his body became stronger, and he didn't know what happened to him in prison.
"What are you doing there stupidly? Where is the game console?"
"Here." Abe handed him the switch in the bag.
He was a little disgusted, "Why don't you buy Zelda? I knew I would have asked you to go to my house to get it. Okay, sit down." People have special habits, and No. 2's habit is to buy games first when arriving in a new place. Once he has a computer and plays the game thoroughly, he will be able to adapt to local life.
He can live without cigarettes, but he cannot live without game consoles.
Abe sat down on the chair next to him and watched him play. He put on his headphones and plunged into his own world, completely forgetting her existence, as if he had forgotten that there was still such a thing as making things difficult for Abe.
Until the prison guard kicked the iron door and said, "It's time."
The two of them were frightened by the "clang" sound, and the prison guard's fierce face came into view, like a difficult kid in hell.
When Abe heard this, she was about to take the switch away from his hand, but saw the game console in front of her avoid her hand.
No. 2 has lowered his head to play the game again, his voice is indifferent and cold, "You go and delay time."
"But… "
"What, do you want to fail the mission?"
"you sure?"
"nonsense."
"Okay." Abe thought for a while, "Then, if it fails, don't blame me."
What she responded to was a pack of cigarettes thrown by No. 2.
When the prison guard outside the door saw her coming out alone, he said, "Want to extend the time?"
Abe didn't say anything, took out a cigarette from the pack and handed it to the other party. Her movements were strange and awkward, and it seemed like she had never done anything like this before. She was a little flower raised in a greenhouse.
The handsome boy has fair fingers, holding a cigarette butt to make his white skin look even whiter.
The prison guard's hand holding the cigarette stretched forward, almost hugging the back of his hand, and then slowly and caressingly pulled the cigarette over, "Then it depends on whether you are sensible or not."
Indoors, in the fiery gold screen framed by the red and blue game consoles, a muscular muscular man and an innocent and lively little girl are fighting together. With the rapid pressing of No. 2's buttons, skills and movements are released, punching to the flesh, almost. The sound of bones breaking could be heard. Fighting games always make people excited and excited.
His finger operations were getting faster and faster, and there were more and more redundant ineffective movements, causing the little girl character he was operating to lose blood very quickly.
The picture was getting faster, but his thinking was slowing down.
Although there was no time displayed on the game that filled the screen, No. 2 still felt the passage of time. A movement was made, which was as long as a stop-motion animation.
He knew that there was something wrong with the prison guard's sexual orientation, so he deliberately asked No. 5 to stall for time, but after all, she was a girl...
His eyes raised unconsciously, and he suddenly found a band-aid lying quietly on the wooden table. Because the color was similar, he couldn't notice it for a while.
When did she put it up...
Shit, who wants her to mind her own business? ! He never gave such an order at all.
When his big rough hands stuck into his sweater disgustingly, Abe counted the seconds in his mind, 10, 9, 8, 7...
Suddenly, loud and violent drum music, a fight with a strong rhythm, and a man's hysterical roar and singing exploded in the room in an instant.
"Sorry." No. 2 ripped off the headphones connected to the game console at some point. With the game's victory ending played by the public in the background, Shi Shiran stood up and glanced at the prison guard, "I'm done playing."
It's early.
She paused for a moment, then counted on her fingers lively, 5, 4, 3, 2, 1...
Together they form a happy song.
For two consecutive days, I did not contact Aibe again on the 2nd.
To be honest, it's none of his business.
No. 4 gave No. 5 the identity of a man, and also issued a mission to deliberately disgust him, and then let him and No. 5 bite dogs (he is not a dog). He was indeed disgusted. But if he really vents his anger on No. 5, wouldn't he just follow their wishes
He changed his mind and decided to endure the remaining days and "generally" give No. 4's 5 points to No. 5.
The air circulation in the prison was slow and the smell was foul. The newcomer was going to sleep next to the toilet when he arrived. He folded a tofu quilt with his air closed. As he walked to the side, he accidentally stepped on the prison bully's shoe. Someone immediately pushed him hard from behind and asked him to kneel down and take off the shoe. Licking clean.
He refused, which resulted in a good beating.
"Whatever you want to do, stop it!" The prison guards who suddenly appeared pointed at me one by one, "Please be honest."
Those people buried their heads in their chests and pretended to be obedient.
The prison guard clicked on No. 2, "You, come out."
This prison guard was the one who escorted him to see the prison visitors last time. The area he was responsible for included the cell where he was. He took him to a secluded corner and said, "Don't say that my brother didn't take care of you. Look at you, you have such a stubborn temper. If I don't watch you, they will kill you sooner or later."
He looked at the prison guard coldly for a while and said, "Disgusting."
"What did you say? Say it again."
“…”
The prison guard rubbed his fingers and said as if after thinking: "How about introducing the kid who came to see you last time to your brother? You two have your own taste..."
Before he could finish his disgusting words, No. 2 slapped the prison guard on his leering face.
"You're so shameless!"
The prison guard was furious and struck No. 2 in the stomach with his baton. No. 2 choked and coughed. The sharp stinging pain in his lower abdomen made him lose his fighting ability. He had just suffered a severe beating and had not eaten. He could only see that his whole body was weak and he was pinned against the wall by the scum in front of him.
The buttons were unbuttoned. This is a tight-fitting suit for work convenience. If the other party wants to take it off, he has to take it off from top to bottom, but he takes off some of it.
Damn it, those people actually wanted to see such a scene.
My consciousness is a little blurred.
From a distance, he seemed to see that delicate and fair face, walking over wearing the same blue and white striped prison uniform as him.
Even though she was using a man's body, she had no intention of adapting. Her words and movements were still that of a soft girl, like a weak and bully white rabbit. It was probably this strange sense of disobedience that attracted the prison guards. Before she came, the prison guard only molested him verbally, far from touching him. He suspected that he had suffered a disaster and was used as a substitute for venting by men who were dissatisfied with their desires.
It's disgusting no matter how you think about it.
Suddenly, the little white rabbit in his eyes wrapped his arms around the prison guard, and then used a uniform towel in the prison to wrap around the prison guard's thick neck and strangle him tightly!
The force of violence on him suddenly disappeared, and his whole body relaxed, and he heard her say: "Fortunately, I came in."
It was only when he thought he was hallucinating and his eyes fell on the prison guard's face that turned the color of pig liver that he suddenly realized something was wrong. The prison guard tried his best to slap her hand holding the towel, but he couldn't make her give in at all.
No. 2 took a breath of cold air into his lungs, "You..."
"You can give the order now and let me kill him."