Li Zhixian took out a cyan scroll specially used for recording materials and laid it flat on the coffee table.
The automatic writing brush that comes standard with Fantasy Notes is suspended in the air, waiting for its owner's orders.
She has already watched the audio and video records that Liang De brought back, and has been thinking about it over and over again but has been unable to start writing.
One of the main tasks of Utopian Notes is to reprocess the materials brought back by Utopian Fist and then submit them to the evil novelist Tai Fengxian.
Teacher Fengxian doesn't care about the authenticity and rationality of the story. There is only one criterion for judging, and that is interesting. Therefore, there is a lot of room for modification of the Fantasy Note, and it can even be magically modified beyond recognition.
But this kind of work with vague standards is difficult to start.
Li Zhixian thought about it again and again, but never figured out how to modify the story Liang De brought back.
"Lao Liang, your work lacks the potential to become a hit."
"ah?"
"Let's talk about the setting first. It's a desert. It can only make people think of classic Chinese curses. It's not romantic at all. If the story takes place on a beautiful island, the atmosphere will be much better."
“Where am I going to build an island? Do I have to paint the ground blue to pretend to be the sea?
Besides, as long as there is sand in your heart, there is no place like the Maldives. The Gobi Desert is full of sand. Isn’t that enough for your imagination? "
"Forget it, there is really nothing we can do about the objective environment, but Lao Liang, your creative idea was wrong from the beginning.
Judging from the current market environment, there are only two ways for this kind of story with two male protagonists to become popular.
Either it's not GAY and it's GAY, or it's GAY and it's not GAY, it creates a feeling of GAY but not GAY, which makes people itchy all over and can't stop.
But if you look at the things you take, 90% of them are you welding and tightening screws. In addition, your public face makes both heterosexuals and homosexuals have no evil thoughts. It can only remind people of handicrafts. Geng, I don’t think you can even imagine the plot in your head, okay? "
Li Zhixian picked up the grapefruit vodka and took a sip. Although he didn't write a word, he felt very confident.
Lao Liang covered his popular face and said angrily:
"Then don't make up your mind, just write it down in a straightforward way.
Forcibly adding popular elements in order to please the audience is totally the opposite. Do you think the audience is that superficial? Do you think they are blindly chasing popularity?
They don't care if it's popular or not, they're simply chasing what they like.
Besides, Teacher Tai Fengxian is a straight man, how could he like the tone you mentioned? "
"Okay, I can't explain it to a straight man like you. Anyway, I can only get 1% of the bonus for collecting materials. You can do whatever you want."
Li Zhixian controlled the automatic brush and wrote quickly on the scroll, and then outlined some boxes to fill in the edited image data. It took him three to four meters to finish the story of Liang De's first collection of materials.
She put away her pen and ink and threw the scroll to Liang De for review.
Liang Decao read it over and found that Li Zhixian's writing style was light and interesting, neither exaggerated nor boring. He used ordinary sentences to clearly tell the story of the demon thief Oldman. The pictures shown on the scroll were all This is the key point, there is nothing to modify.
"Okay, let's sacrifice it to Teacher Fengxian. As long as the evaluation is not 1 star, I will be satisfied."
Tai Fengxian adopts a five-star rating system for the materials brought back by Utopian Fist, with 1 star being the lowest and 5 stars being the highest.
The bonus for a 1-star material is 100 crystal clusters, and the bonus doubles for each star level.
The bonus for 5-star materials is 1,600 crystal clusters, which is equivalent to more than half a month's salary of Lao Liang. This is the main source of income for Fantasy Fist.
Li Zhixian tied up the cyan scroll and threw it into the altar of the evil god. There was a sound like a toilet flushing from the carton. After a while, the scroll that turned black to indicate that it had been read jumped out of the carton.
A silver-white five-pointed star was printed on the black scroll. After jumping out of the carton, Tai Fengxian's voice sounded out of thin air.
“Ade, it’s so boring.
The two male protagonists have been alone for so long, but there are only sparks from the welding wire. It is dry and has no ambiguous interaction at all. It makes people want to take CP but can't start. I don't think even youth magazines for middle school students will want your story.
Take these 100 crystal clusters and buy two more popular shounen manga and shojo manga from both sides of the sea to study. If your level is still the same next time, I will write your name in the Bald Seven Arrows book. "
Get out! You old bald man actually likes to take CP. Where did you get the curiosity of a curious girl?
Li Zhixian caught the black scroll that fell from the air after the sound disappeared. She smiled as proudly as she knew she would, and tapped the scroll on her palm again and again.
"Let me just say it. Teacher Fengxian obviously understands it very well. Lao Liang, you have been out of touch with popular culture for too long.
Listen to me, next time you find a world rich in beautiful men and come back to shoot more material. With my amazing editing of a car traveling at 180 mph, it will be easy to get 5 stars. "
"I, Liang De, are straight once and forever. I will never sell my soul for a little money! Just give up!"
"Huh, wait for the day when you smell really good."
Li Zhixian_(:з)∠)_ returned to the sofa, shook the black scroll in his hand and said:
"Where should I put these things? There will be more and more in the future. Can I sacrifice them?"
“The material scroll needs to be archived, and the higher-ups may come to check it in the future.
Hmm... After you go to bed, I'll dig a cellar under the apartment to put it in. I'll dig down later to check the pipes and foundation. If it doesn't work, I'll dig deeper. "
"Then you can start. I'll stay up all night to catch up on the drama."
Li Zhixian turned on the TV in the living room and watched the startup advertisement boredly.
"You have nothing to do during the day, why do you have to stay up all night to catch up on dramas?"
"It's your business to dig your hole."
Maybe the salted fish is such an animal that lies dormant during the day and emerges at night.
Liang De shook his head, lifted up a piece of floorboard, turned into a drill, and drilled down. He worked silently and dustlessly, leaving a hole the size of a table tennis ball, which was an eye-opener for Li Zhixian.
She chose a sensational old Korean drama from many years ago, with a wine glass in her left hand and paper in her right hand, and she sat on the sofa and watched it intently.
When the hero and heroine drank five or six cups of soobeer at the food stall, and Li Zhixian drank dozens of cans of beer simultaneously to get a little drunk, a secret dark magic suddenly surged over the Hongye Building on Shanqian Street.
Two girls wearing gothic Lolita dresses held their skirts and descended from the night sky, landing gracefully on the deserted rooftop of Hongye Building.
The arrogant swan-like blonde girl glanced at the dirty rooftop of the old building with disgust, loosened her skirt and said to the black-haired girl beside her:
"Does the person you're talking about live here?"
The black-haired girl said with some fear: "Yes, Lord Agrace, she changed her residence many times after retiring, but I heard..."
Before she could finish speaking, the blond girl Agnes grabbed her chin forcefully.
"You are afraid. She is just an older unemployed woman. Even if she still has some magic, it is just a trick that has been eliminated by the Evil Disaster Bureau. After seeing the magic given by our Lord, what else do you have to be afraid of? Of.
After bathing in her blood, you can become my lord's maid. By then, the evil disaster bureau will not be able to do anything to you, a traitor. Jami, what are you afraid of? "
Agrace scratched the black-haired girl's cheek with her pure black nails, then dipped a little scarlet blood into her tongue.
“It’s the smell of shaking.
What’s wrong, Yami, have you begun to regret bringing me to find her? After all, it is the instructor who trained you, so it is understandable to be a little shaken. In this case..."
The black-haired girl Yami broke away from Agnes' hand holding her chin, knelt on one knee, and let the blood on her face drip onto her delicate light black and gold skirt.
"Lord Agrace, I will use her blood to wash away the last wavering in my heart. Please believe in my determination."
"I'll be watching you, Yami."
The blonde girl chuckled and danced her skirt. A magic circle composed of blasphemous runes spread out from under her skirt. The dark barrier like a cage of bones instantly covered Hongye Building, dragging the old building silently. Entered the inside of the world.
"That's it now!"
Wine-soaked salted fish suddenly stood up on the sofa.
Time for a pointless prelude to the title sequence!
Li Zhixian suddenly cartwheeled off the sofa, her dexterous body quickly turned towards the refrigerator in the air, opened the door to get the wine in one go, she put one hand on the refrigerator, closed the door and backed away with a snap. Went back to the sofa.
She opened the can of beer just as a new episode started playing on the living room TV.
Why hasn't the male protagonist confessed his love yet? I'm so anxious. This screenwriter is so understanding yet so annoying.
