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After the break time, the recording restarts.
During these ten minutes or so, Chief Director Fei Ran thought of another good idea. He decided to save the second part of the question session for the final round of grading. If that's the case... even if something unexpected happens at that time, it doesn't matter. At most, this link and half of Oscar's previous speech will be cut together.
"Okay, thank you all contestants for their wonderful answers." Oscar continued the content before the interruption, and began to speak, "After this period of time, our expert jury has come to a conclusion. Now, we have put the contestants in the first place. The scores from the first round of 'Writing into a Chapter' and the second round of 'Style of Magic' are directly added together, and the rankings are listed. Everyone... Please look at the big screen."
As Oscar said, he raised his arm and pointed to the big screen on the side of the stage, and the lens of the main camera also moved over.
On the screen, the pen names of the seven writers were listed from top to bottom, and there was an Arabic numeral in a circle before each pen name. The specific content is as follows: 1 night of fire, 2 bandit generals, 3 chainsaw roses, 4 soft drinks, 5 reform spring breeze blows the earth, 6 Yamu tea, 7 unconsciousness.
"Well... it's done, right..." Feng Bujue said in his heart, "In the rankings announced in the first round, the first, second, fifth, and sixth places were all hidden, and this second round has added the background operation of the judging , In this case... It doesn't really matter how many votes the audience voted for. Presumably during this period of time, the relevant accounts such as the number of votes and percentage data have been cleaned up, so the rankings are revealed with confidence... "
"The above is the ranking of the contestants in the resurgence competition 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. The focus is on Oscar.
"... We still have the final round of the ultimate contest." Oscar followed the first half of the sentence, raised his hand and pointed at the camera, "The third round—the finishing touch!"
Oscar immediately read the rules of the third round.
Just like the last time Jue came to compete, the finishing touch rules have not changed. The program group will send each writer a random (not necessarily random) envelope, which contains a stack of A4 paper. There is an unfinished article of about 100,000 words on these papers. In addition, the editorial team summarized the general outline for the existing plot, including characters, settings, general plot, etc. The writers had a total of ninety minutes. Go to the general outline and the main text, and write an ending for the book.
The basic idea of this round is... to understand the general outline as soon as possible, and then get familiar with the original author's style of writing through the text. Then imitate this style of writing, and write a reasonable final chapter after the existing last chapter.
In all fairness, this is indeed the hardest round. The previous "Written Writing" test was about writing; the "Miraculous Pen" test was about creativity; and this third round... the test is far more than those two skills.
In the limited time, writers must read, understand, think, write, be fast, and be good. The key is... the style of writing must be similar to the original author.
Ending someone's article is perhaps the most difficult thing, not to mention the extreme example of "Dream of the Red Chamber..." it is just a mediocre article. With mediocre creativity, who has the confidence to continue properly? Even the original author can't keep writing. If you are asked to write it down, and you have to write it without trace, as if it is the original work, it is more difficult than going to heaven.
so. We should take a tolerant attitude towards such works.
Hmm... It seems to be far away.
Closer to home...
"... The scoring standard will be the same as before. The finishing touch will account for 40% of the total score, while the previous two rounds will add up to 60%..." Oscar finished the rules, and then explained the scoring standard "In this round, the audience friends at the scene can still only vote for the first choice and cannot vote for the second. Our expert jury will naturally participate in this round of judging. Their opinions will account for One-third of the proportion, and the remaining two-thirds..." He faced the audience and said solemnly, "It will depend on your choice..."
then. Oscar said another routine line. He would say these words in almost every episode of the show, such as the evaluation criteria of the teachers, professionalism, and all the hard work they put in to sort out the outline of these books, etc. The audience also responded with applause.
While this chatter was going on, several staff members came onto the stage under the cover of darkness and handed seven envelopes to seven writers respectively.
A few minutes later, Oscar finished what he needed to say, and finally announced: "Okay... everyone must be waiting impatiently, and I won't babble anymore, the third round of finishing touches... Now..." He paused for another two seconds habitually, Cai said, "Start!"
As soon as the voice fell, a countdown appeared on the big screen with a duration of 89:59; at the same time, an operable window appeared on the voting screen in front of the audience, in which you can see the seven contestants Which ones were drawn, and the corresponding outline.
This is a new policy implemented by the program group in the previous episodes... because many viewers reported that the one and a half hour waiting time was too long and they felt like they had nothing to do. In previous programs, the topics of the seven writers were scrolled and displayed on the big screen one by one, but it turned out that the effect of this was not good. So... it was changed to what it is now. During the 90 minutes, the live audience can independently browse through those and read the outline. To achieve synchronization with the writers' information, but also to entertain the boredom.
...
Ten minutes after the start of the third round, backstage, Feng Bujue's "friends and relatives" lounge.
Due to the filming needs of the program, the contestants must be filmed and interviewed alone in a special lounge, so the program also arranges a rest for each contestant's entourage (assistants, bodyguards, drivers, relatives and friends, etc.) room.
Dongdong—Feng Bujue knocked on the door twice.
No one in the room responded, but someone opened the door immediately.
"You don't play well, why sneak out?" An Yueqin seemed to know that the person outside the door was Brother Jue before she even opened the door. Opening your mouth is a question.
"What's the rush... I'll just go back in the last twenty minutes." Feng Bujue shrugged and replied.
"I knew you were messing around like this..." Li Ruoyu's voice came from behind An Yueqin, "... I won't be here."
In the lounge of Feng Bujue's group of relatives and friends, there were only these two people in total. Ruoyu drove Juege to the TV station on the grounds that "I decided to return your favor". Afterwards, he lingered and did not leave. And An Yueqin is on official business. After all, she is the editor of Brother Jue. After watching Feng Bujue's performance in the last game, it doesn't feel good not to come here for a while...
The two of them had been watching the scene on the time-controlled TV in the lounge before, and just now Jue Ge left his seat and went backstage. Of course they saw it too.
"Hey, hey... don't go back alone first." Feng Bujue tilted his head, and said to Ruoyu on the sofa through An Yueqin, "You suddenly drove over to pick me up today, which caused me to go out in a hurry. No wallet at all."
"Is now the time to worry about this?" An Yueqin also tilted her head, blocking Jue's sight, "You are also a guest writer of our magazine, and this episode is presented like this, and you have to think about the chain reaction that will be caused later. Have you been?"
Feng Bujue didn't reply directly, he first looked around to make sure he wasn't being followed by the camera guy. Then he entered the room sideways, and then closed the door behind him... Finally, he lowered his voice and replied, "What are you shouting about... I know it well."
"What number do you have?" An Yueqin said in a slightly annoyed tone, "You think I don't know? You saw through Ye Zhihuo in advance, so you want to punish him, right?" While talking, she replied to the sofa. Sit side by side with Ruoyu.
"Ha! Am I such a boring person?" Feng Bujue spread his hands and replied innocently.
"Of course they are very similar." The two on the sofa answered in unison.
"Hmm... the two girls... we've only met each other for a few hours, but I didn't expect that we'd already been working together against me..." Feng Bujue made a strange expression, and took half a step back.
Ruoyu raised her mobile phone: "We have exchanged email addresses..."
An Yueqin also raised her phone: "And some information about you..."
The expressions of the two were very calm, but their aura was as if they were far away from each other, and their intentions were also ups and downs, which made Feng Bujue instantly have a very ominous premonition...
"Well... as long as you let me live, we will still be good friends..." Jue Ge replied quite seriously.
"Oh, that's fine, don't play tricks. I know, you must have some plans." Ruoyu sighed, "But you'd better not play around."
"If you fail to restore your image and popularity when the show is finished," An Yueqin also continued, "Then I can't help you. You wash your neck and wait for our editor-in-chief and higher-level leaders to come to you Bar."
"Ah... don't worry..." Feng Bujue leisurely came to sit 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..."
...
When there were only 20 minutes left in the "finishing touch" creation time, Feng Bujue came back from the lounge leisurely.
During this time, he basically spent playing with his mobile phone and chatting. While others are desperately writing. To be honest... Everyone in the audience had already given up the idea of letting him cooperate with the recording. So when he greeted the director earlier and said he was going backstage to rest for a while, Fei Ran didn't stop him at all...
"Yo, Oscar, we've finished recording the audience interaction." After Feng Bujue returned to the stage, he still didn't sit back in his seat. Instead, he ran to the side of the stage and got close to Oscar who was fixing his makeup.
"Yeah, even the commercials and a few post-production monologues have been recorded." Under the manipulation of a stylist, Oscar sat up and didn't dare to move, and wanted to drink saliva. "Eh? You go Where is it?"
"I chatted with two friends for a while, so let's take a break." Feng Bujue said, "It's too hot on the stage, and the lights are scorching..." He leaned forward and took a close look at Oscar, " I said... Just the makeup on your face, after being baked by the lamp for a while, it can be used as a mask, right?"
"Isn't it..." Oscar replied, "Hey... Who told us to do this." He paused, "That's right. I don't think so... Even if you don't care about the results of the competition, but you are like this... Not so good..." His expression changed slightly, "Last time you came, you just used 'I don't like that book' as an excuse. You didn't write a single word in the third round, so you didn't even read it this time... "
"I've read it." Feng Bujue interrupted, "There's no need to read it again."
"Huh?" Oscar was taken aback when he heard that.
Feng Bujue immediately explained with a smile: "Heh... That's right, I read the one I got a long time ago. An hour ago, I spent ten minutes recalling the contents of the whole book through the general outline. , and conceived an epilogue." He shrugged, "According to my estimation, I can finish this chapter in fifteen minutes. So... I decided to go to the backstage to take a breath, clear my mind, and then come back and write it. "
"Ha..." Oscar also laughed, "It really looks like your style."
"For those who don't understand, it will become a very arrogant behavior..." Feng Bujue said.
"Of course, who knows what you're doing?" Oscar responded.
"Oh, that's right. I came here to ask you something." Feng Bujue said again at this moment, "After the process here is finished recording, can you record the 'voice-over interview' for me first?" He paused for a second and added, "Because I want to go back sooner."
"Oh~ small things." Oscar said, "I'll just say hello to the director later."
"That's good. Thank you." Feng Bujue said politely, "Then I'll go back to my seat."
"Hurry up and play carefully." Oscar said.
Brother Jue smiled, turned and walked.
Oscar looked at his back, and thought to himself: Sometimes he is aggressive, and sometimes he is pleasant... I really can't guess you...
...
"Welcome back, I'm a writer—Resurrection Night!" After the countdown ended, Oscar came to the stage again and performed vigorously in front of the camera, "Let's not gossip, let's usher in the finishing touch moment!"
He quickly walked to the number one player. Then: "According to the usual practice, we will start with the number one..."
The subsequent announcement process is carried out step by step. The chapters written by the contestants appeared on the big screen one by one, and the outline of the continued work was attached next to it.
Oscar made gags along the way, and by the way gave a lot of compliments. He is indeed a good hand to stir up the atmosphere of the scene. In the climax of this show, there is hardly a minute of silence.
And the articles written by the writers are indeed of a very high standard. Of course...compared to the level of that period, it is still a bit worse. After all, this is a resurrection match. From the perspective of writer's strength, it cannot be compared with the lineup of great masters in that period.
About twenty minutes later, finally, Oscar came to Feng Bujue's No. 6 contestant...
"Then... let's take a look at the players' performance in this round." When Oscar said this, what Brother Jue wrote in fifteen minutes had already appeared on the big screen.
[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 want to scold the street, because it is difficult for them to imagine what the content behind this chapter is...
But in fact... it's not Brother Jue's fault. The book he continued to write is essentially an unfinished work. In the previous chapter, the original author did write the protagonist to death. Although the author's writing style is good, and the process of the protagonist's death is described in a tragic and touching way, but it cannot conceal the essence of "sudden death". Because he finished writing the part where the protagonist died, he ended that chapter abruptly, and then stopped writing.
I have to say... this envelope that Bujue got "randomly" is really rare and terrifying. The ones drawn by other people are either with a mediocre plot and half-developed; or the setting is so huge that the original author can't control it after writing for a while; only his book... the author, the eunuch, did not forget it before Make up for the protagonist. Strictly speaking, this is no longer an eunuch, it is a half-unfinished, half-eunuch's nonsense...
However, Feng Bujue managed to continue the decent chapter within twenty minutes.
[As the protagonist of this book, he is really pathetic, even makes people want to laugh. He still had a lot of things to do, many ideals that he hadn't realized, but he ended up without a problem...]
When seeing this, the audience still held a suspicious attitude, unable to guess what was going to happen 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, sick like a patient, thought like a saint, and greedy like a beast. He is noble and unbearable, smart and stupid, single-minded and passionate... He lives like a paradoxical lunatic just to make us laugh.
And look at those appearances... He is just a person, a person living in our imaginary world. The meaning of his existence is only for our temporary entertainment. One day we will forget him, as we have forgotten so many other characters.
Death is not his end, his end is no different from the other protagonists... being forgotten.]
At this point in the text, a paragraph dividing line appeared.
[Do you know salmon? While they were eggs, humans and some large birds turned them into delicious meals.
Those who survived by chance drifted and grew up in the ocean currents...
When they are mature, they will travel upriver and travel thousands of kilometers to return to the waters of their birth.
They cross waterfalls, dams, jump and forge ahead in the countercurrent. Escape the claws of predators and navigate endless countercurrents. Scarred, but moving forward.
After going through many difficulties, they finally came to the calm lake and the place where the mother laid eggs. Then use up their last energy to give birth to offspring and end their lives. It was a short, hard life, full of trials and tribulations.
Their carcasses become food for other animals, and their remains become nutrients for trees. And their descendants... will follow in the footsteps of their parents, and complete the mission of this life again. Knowing that the final result is death, they still follow this process.
Just like the countless protagonists, they come and go, putting on a rough and wonderful drama before us, but in the end, they will still be the same as the salmon. In just a few years... this short life is over.
For them, the days before our eyes are everything.
The death of a character is not the end, the ending of the story is their rest.
Therefore, although our protagonist still has many things to do and many ideals not to be realized, as long as we remember him and the feelings he once brought us, he will not live in vain. Even in the face of death, he will never look back and die without regret.]RO
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