Chapter 553 Salmon Life

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After the break, recording resumes.

During these ten minutes, director Fei Ran came up with another good idea. He decided to save the second part of the question-and-answer session for the final round of scoring. In this case...even if something unexpected happens then, it doesn't matter. At most, this link can be cut together with half of Oscar's previous remarks.

"Well, thank you all contestants for your wonderful answers." Oscar continued the speech before the interruption, "After this period of time, our expert jury has also reached a conclusion. Now we have selected the contestants for the first time." The scores in the first round of 'The Writing' and the second round of 'The Magic Touch' are directly added up, and the rankings are listed. Everyone...please look at the big screen."

Oscar said, raising his arm and pointing at 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 seven writers were listed from top to bottom. In front of each pen name, there was an Arabic numeral in a circle. The specific content is as follows: 1 Night of Fire, 2 Bandit General, 3 Chainsaw Rose, 4 Soda Drink, 5 Reform Spring Breeze Blowing the Earth, 6 Yamu Tea, 7 Unconsciousness.

"% Well... it's done, right..." Feng Bujue thought to himself, "In the first round of announced rankings, the first, second, fifth and sixth place were all hidden, and in this second round the judges were added Backend operations, in this case... it doesn't actually matter how many votes the audience cast. Presumably during this period, the relevant explicit accounts such as the number of votes and percentage data have been completed, so it was revealed with confidence. The rankings are out…”

"The above is the ranking of each player in the resurrection 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. A beam of light fell from the sky and focused on Oscar.

"...We still have the final round of the ultimate contest." Oscar continued 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 when Brother Jue came to compete last time, the finishing touches rules have not been changed. The program team will randomly (now it seems not necessarily random) send an envelope to each writer, and the envelope contains a stack of A4 paper. There is an unfinished novel of about 100,000 words printed on these papers. Also attached is a general outline of the current plot of the novel summarized by the editorial team of "I Am a Writer", including characters, settings, general plot, etc. The writers have a total of ninety minutes to read the outline and text, and write an ending to the book.

The basic idea of ​​​​this round is...to understand the general outline as quickly as possible, and then familiarize yourself with the original author's writing style through the text. Then imitate this style of writing. After the existing last chapter, write a reasonable final chapter that continues the previous one.

To be fair, this was indeed the hardest round. The previous "writing and writing" test was about writing skills; the "magic pen" test was about creativity; but this third round... tests far more than those two skills.

In the limited time, writers have to read, understand, think, write, quickly, and well. The key is...the writing style must be similar to the original author.

Give someone a finishing touch to their article. Perhaps it is the most difficult thing, not to mention the extreme example of Dream of Red Mansions... it is just a mediocre piece of writing. A creative novel. Who is confident that it can be continued properly? Even the original author can no longer write. If you are asked to continue writing without leaving any trace, as if it were the original work, that would be even harder than reaching the sky.

So, we are concerned about works like "Dragon Ball GT". Be tolerant.

Hmm...it seems to be going too far.

Let’s get back to business…

"...The scoring standards will be the same as before. The finishing score will account for 40% of the total score, while the previous two rounds added up to 60%..." Oscar finished explaining the rules. Then he explained the scoring criteria, "In this round, the audience friends at the scene can still only cast their first votes, but not their second votes. Our expert jury will naturally also participate in this round of judging. . Their opinions will account for one-third, and the remaining two-thirds..." He faced the audience and said solemnly, "It will depend on your choice..."

Then, Oscar said another routine line, which he would say again in almost every episode, such as the scoring standards and professionalism of the review teachers, as well as all the hard work they had put into compiling the general outline of these books. In this way, the audience also responded with applause very cooperatively.

While this chatter was going on, several staff members walked onto the stage under cover of darkness and handed seven envelopes to seven writers.

A few minutes later, Oscar finished what he needed to say, and finally announced: "Okay... I guess everyone is getting impatient, so I won't be verbose anymore. The third round is the finishing touch... Now..." He stopped habitually. After two seconds, he said, "Start!"

As soon as the words 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 the seven contestants could be viewed. Which novels were drawn and the corresponding outlines.

This is a new policy implemented by the program team in the past few episodes... because many viewers reported that the one and a half hour waiting time was too long and they felt like they were doing nothing. In previous programs, the questions of the seven writers were scrolled one by one on the big screen, but it turned out that this was not effective. So...it changed to what it is now. The audience can freely browse the novels and read the outlines during these ninety minutes. You can synchronize information with writers and relieve boredom.

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Ten minutes after the start of the third round, backstage, there was the lounge of Feng Bujue's "Friends and Relatives Group".

Due to the filming requirements of the program, the contestants must be filmed and interviewed alone in a special lounge, so the program arranges breaks for each contestant's entourage (assistant, bodyguard, driver, family and friends, etc.) room.

Dong Dong - Feng Bujue knocked on the door twice.

No one in the room answered, but someone immediately opened the door.

"If you don't play well, why did you sneak out?" An Yueqin seemed to know that the person outside the door was Brother Jue before opening the door, so she opened her mouth to question him.

"What's the hurry... I'll just go back in the last twenty minutes." Feng Bujue replied with a shrug.

"If I had known you were making such nonsense in the whole place..." Li Ruoyu's voice came from behind An Yueqin, "...I wouldn't have come."

These two people were the only ones present in the lounge of Feng Bujue's family and friends group. Ruoyu used "I decided to return the favor to you" as the reason. I drove Brother Jue to the TV station, and then he couldn't leave. An Yueqin, on the other hand, is on official business. After all, she is Brother Jue's editor. After watching Feng Bujue's performance in the last game, it doesn't feel good if she doesn't come here to take charge...

The two of them had been watching the scene on the time-controlled TV in the lounge. Just now, when Brother Jue left his seat and walked backstage, they naturally saw it.

"Hey... don't go back alone." Feng Bujue tilted his head and said to Ruoyu on the sofa across An Yueqin, "Today you suddenly drove over to pick me up. As a result, I went out in a hurry and got stuck in traffic. I didn’t even bring my wallet.”

"Is now the time to worry about this?" An Yueqin also tilted her head, blocking Brother Jue's view, "You are also a special guest writer of our magazine after all, and this program behaves like this. You should consider the chain reaction that will occur later. Have you passed?"

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 house sideways. Then he closed the door... Finally, he lowered his voice and replied: "What are you yelling for... I know what's going on."

"What do you know?" An Yueqin said in a slightly angry tone, "You think I don't know? You saw through that Ye Zhihuo had already been pre-qualified, so you wanted to punish him, right?" As she spoke, she replied Arriving at the sofa, he sat down side by side with Ruoyu.

"Ha! Do I seem to be such a boring person?" Feng Bujue spread his hands. He replied innocently.

"Of course they are similar." The two people on the sofa said in unison.

"Well... the two girls... have only known each other for a few hours. Unexpectedly, they have already colluded and targeted me..." Feng Bujue made a strange expression and took half a step back.

Ruoyu raised her phone: "We have exchanged email addresses..."

An Yueqin also raised her phone: "And some information about you..."

Both of them looked calm. But their aura was like a Yuan Ting Yue Zhi, 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..." Brother Jue replied seriously.

"Oh, okay, stop talking nonsense, I know you must have some plans." Ruoyu sighed, "But you'd better not take it off for fun."

"When the show is over, if you fail to restore your image and popularity." An Yueqin also added, "Then I can't help you. Just clean 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 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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When there were only twenty minutes left for the creation of "the finishing touch", Feng Bujue came back from the lounge leisurely.

During this time, he basically spent it playing on his mobile phone and chatting. Others are reading and writing hard. To be honest... everyone in the audience had already given up on the idea of ​​letting him cooperate with the recording. So when he said hello to the director before and said he was going backstage to rest for a while, Feiran didn't stop him at all...

"Hey, Oscar, the audience interaction session has been recorded." After Feng Bujue returned to the stage, he still did not sit back in his seat. Instead, he ran to the edge of the stage and got close to Oscar, who was applying make-up.

"Yes, even the advertising slogans and several post-production monologues have been recorded." Under the manipulation of a stylist, Oscar sat and did not dare to move. He had to find every opportunity to drink water, "Eh? You go Where is it?"

"I was chatting with two friends for a while and wanted to take a rest." Feng Bujue said, "It's too hot on the stage, and the lights are burning..." He stepped forward and took a close look at Oscar. "I said... the makeup on your face can be used as a mask after being roasted by the lamp for a while, right?"

"Isn't that right..." Oscar replied, "Hey... Who told us to do this?" He paused, "By the way, I don't know...even if you don't care about the results, but you Now...it's not good..." His expression changed slightly, "Last time you came here and used 'I don't like that book' as an excuse to not write a single word in the third round, this time you might as well just do it. Not even looking…”

"I've read it." Feng Bujue interrupted, "There's no need to read it again."

"Huh?" Oscar was stunned when he heard this.

Feng Bujue immediately explained with a smile: "Huh... That's it. I read the novel I got a long time ago. An hour ago, I spent ten minutes recalling the entire book through the general outline. "I estimated that I could finish this chapter in fifteen minutes, so I decided to go backstage to take a breath and collect my thoughts before coming back to write." Drop it."

"Ha..." Oscar also smiled, "It really seems like your style."

"In the eyes of people who don't understand, it would turn into a very arrogant behavior..." Feng Bujue said.

"Of course. Who knows what you are doing?" Oscar responded.

"Oh, that's right. I came here because I have something to ask you." Feng Bujue said again at this time. "After the process here is recorded, can you record the 'voice-over interview' for me first?" He paused for a second and added, "Because I want to go back early."

"Oh, it's a small matter." 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."

"Go quickly and be careful about taking it off." Oscar said.

Brother Jue smiled, turned around and walked away.

Oscar looked at his back and thought to himself: Sometimes he's aggressive, sometimes he's friendly... I really can't figure you out...

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"Welcome back. I am the writer - Resurrection Night!" After the countdown ended, Oscar came to the stage again and performed hard for the camera, "Without further ado, let's usher in the final moment of the reveal! "

He quickly walked to player No. 1 and continued: "As usual, we will start from No. 1..."

The subsequent announcement process was carried out step by step. The chapters written by the contestants appeared on the big screen one after another, along with the outline of the continued work.

Oscar was making jokes along the way, and he was full of compliments. He was indeed a master at inciting the atmosphere at the scene. During the climax of the show, there was almost no silence for a minute.

And the articles written by the writers are indeed of a very high standard. Of course...it's still a bit lower than the level of the issue of "I'm a writer - feel free to complain". After all, this is a revival match. In terms of writer strength, it cannot compare with the lineup of great masters in that issue.

About twenty minutes later, Oscar finally arrived in front of Feng Bujue’s No. 6 contestant’s table...

"Then... let's take a look at the performance of player Wujue in this round." When Oscar said this, the content that Brother Jue spent fifteen minutes writing was already displayed on the big screen.

[Our protagonist died like this...]

This is the first sentence of the final chapter written by Feng Bujue.

After seeing this sentence, many people immediately wanted to curse, because it was difficult for them to imagine what the content behind this chapter was...

But actually...this is not Brother Jue's fault. The book he continued to write is essentially a bad work. The original author really killed the protagonist in the previous chapter. Although the author's writing style is good and he describes the death process of the protagonist in a very tragic and touching way, he cannot conceal the nature of "sudden death". Because after he finished writing the part where the protagonist died, he ended the chapter abruptly and then stopped writing.

I have to say...this envelope that Feng Bujue received "randomly" was really rare and terrifying. The novels that other people drew were either tepid in plot and half-developed; or the setting was so huge that the original author couldn't control it after writing for a while; only his... the author, Eunuch, had not done it before. Don’t forget to give the protagonist a finishing blow. Strictly speaking, this is no longer a eunuch novel, it is an unfinished, semi-eunuch novel with no structure to be continued...

However, Feng Bujue still managed to continue a decent chapter within twenty minutes.

[As the protagonist of a novel, he is really pathetic, and even makes people want to laugh. He still has a lot of things to do, many ideals that have not been realized, but it ended in such a futile way...]

When seeing this, the audience still had a skeptical attitude and could not guess what was coming next.

[But... maybe this is his fate.

Along the way, he has brought us a lot of laughter and tears. His successes make us excited, and his failures make us sympathize. His courage makes us admire him, and his cowardice makes us reflect on ourselves.

He struggled in pain and grew up in adversity; he swayed like a clown, groaned like a patient, thought like a saint, and was greedy like a beast. He is noble yet miserable, smart yet stupid, dedicated yet passionate... He lives like a contradictory madman, just to make us laugh.

And if you peel back those appearances and look at it...he is just a person, a person living in our imaginary world. The meaning of his existence is just for our temporary entertainment. One day, we will forget him, just like so many other characters.

Death is not his end. His end is no different from that of other protagonists... He is forgotten. 】

At this point, a paragraph divider appears.

[Do you know salmon? When they were still fish eggs, humans and some big birds turned them into delicious meals.

And those who survived by chance drifted and grew in the ocean currents...

When they mature, they will return to the waters where they were born after thousands of kilometers of trekking.

They cross waterfalls and dams, jump and strive in the upstream. Escape the claws of predators and pass through endless upstream. Scarred, but bravely moving forward.

After going through layers of difficulties, they finally came to the calm lake, to the place where their mothers laid eggs. Then they used up their last energy to give birth to offspring, ending their lives. It was a short and difficult life full of hardships.

Their bodies will become food for other animals, and their remains will become nutrients for trees. And their offspring...will follow the footsteps of their fathers and complete their mission in this life. Knowing that the final result is death, they still follow this process.

Just like the protagonists of countless novels, they come and go, performing a series 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...they will finish this short life.

For them, the days in front of us are everything.

The death of the character is not the end, the end of the story is their rest.

So, although our protagonist still has a lot of things to do and many ideals to realize, as long as we still remember him and remember the feelings he once brought us, he will not live in vain. Even in the face of death, he will not look back and die without regrets. 】(To be continued...)