Fist of Imagination

Li Zhixian took out a green scroll specially used for recording materials and spread it flat on the coffee table.

The automatic brush that comes standard with the fantasy note floated in the air, waiting for the master's order.

She had already seen the audio and video records brought back by Liang De, and after thinking over and over again, she still couldn't write.

One of the main tasks of the fantasy note is to process the materials brought back by the fantasy fist and submit them to the evil god novelist Tai Fengxian.

Teacher Fengxian doesn't care about the authenticity and rationality of the story. There is only one criterion for judging, that is, interestingness, so there is a lot of room for modification in the fantasy note, and it can even be modified beyond recognition.

But this kind of work with vague standards is difficult to start.

Li Zhixian thought again and again, but still couldn't figure out how to modify the story brought back by Liang De.

"Lao Liang, your work lacks the potential to become a hit."

"Ah?"

"Let's talk about the scene first. A desert can only remind people 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 can I get an island? Do I have to paint the ground blue to pretend it's the sea?

Besides, as long as there is sand in your heart, there is no place that is not the Maldives. This desert is full of sand. Isn't it enough for your fantasy?"

"Forget it. There is indeed no way to deal with the objective environment, but Lao Liang, your creative idea was crooked from the beginning.

From the current market From the perspective of the environment, there are only two ways for this kind of story with two male protagonists to become popular.

Either they insist that they are gay when they are not gay, or they insist that they are not gay, creating a feeling of being neither gay nor gay, which makes people feel itchy and unable to stop.

But look at the things you have filmed, 90% of them are you welding and screwing screws, plus your popular face that makes both heterosexuals and homosexuals have no evil thoughts, which can only make people think of Geng Gonggong. I think I can't imagine the plot. "

Li Zhixian picked up the grapefruit vodka and took a sip. Although he didn't write a word, he was very confident.

Lao Liang covered his common face and said unhappily:

"Then don't use your imagination, just write it out in a straightforward manner.

It is completely counterproductive to forcefully add popular elements to please the audience. Do you think the audience is so superficial? Do you think they are blindly chasing after popular things?

They don't care whether it is popular or not, they are just chasing after what they like.

Besides, Teacher Tai Fengxian is a straight man, how could he like the tune you are talking about."

"Okay, it's hard to explain to a straight man like you. Anyway, I can only get 1% of the bonus for collecting materials. Whatever you say, it's up to you."

Li Zhixian manipulated the automatic brush to write on the scroll, and outlined some boxes to fill in the edited video materials. It took three or four meters to finish the story that Liang De brought back for the first time.

She put away the pen and ink and threw the scroll to Liang De for review.

Liang Decu read it through. Li Zhixian's writing style is light and interesting, neither exaggerated nor boring. He uses ordinary sentences to clearly tell the story of the thief Odman. The pictures shown on the scroll are all key points, and there is nothing to modify.

"Okay, sacrifice it to Teacher Fengxian. As long as the evaluation is not 1 star, I will be satisfied."

Tai Fengxian uses a five-star rating system for the materials brought back by the Fist of Imagination, with 1 star as the lowest and 5 stars as the highest.

The bonus for 1-star materials is 100 crystal clusters, and the bonus doubles for each star level increase.

The bonus for 5-star materials is 1,600 crystal clusters, which is equivalent to more than half a month's salary for Lao Liang. This is the main source of income for the Fist of Imagination.

Li Zhixian tied the cyan scroll and threw it into the evil god altar. A sound similar to that of a flushing toilet came 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 welding. It's dry and there is no ambiguous interaction. It's hard to even want to ship the CP. I think even youth magazines for middle school students won't want your story.

Use these 100 crystal clusters to buy two more popular boys' and girls' comics on both sides of the sea and sky to learn. If you are still at this level next time, I will write your name on the Bald Seven Arrows Book."

Get lost! You old bald man actually likes to ship CP. Where did you get the curiosity of a girl!

Li Zhixian caught the black scroll that fell from the air after the sound disappeared. She smiled triumphantly as if she had known this earlier, and tapped the scroll on her palm again and again.

"I told you, Mr. Fengxian obviously knows a lot. Lao Liang, you have been out of touch with popular culture for too long.

Listen to me, next time find a world full of handsome men to shoot more materials, and with my amazing editing at 180 miles per hour, it will be easy to get 5 stars."

"I, Liang De, will be a straight man forever, and I will never sell my soul for a little money! Give up!"

"Hmph, wait for the day when you really smell good."

Li Zhixian_(:з)∠)_ returned to the sofa, shook the black scroll in his hand and said:

"Where should I put this thing? There will be more and more in the future, can I sacrifice it?"

"The material scroll needs to be archived, and the higher-ups may come to check it later.

Well... After you fall asleep, I will dig a cellar under the apartment to store it. I will dig down to check the pipes and foundation later. If it is difficult to move, I will dig deeper."

"Then you can start. I'll stay up all night to watch TV series today."

Li Zhixian turned on the TV in the living room and watched the boot advertisement boredly.

"You have nothing to do during the day, why do you have to stay up all night to watch TV series?"

"None of your business, dig your hole."

Maybe salted fish is such an animal that hides during the day and comes out at night.

Liang De shook his head, lifted up a piece of floor and turned it into a drill bit to drill down. Silently and dust-free, the hole left was only the size of a ping-pong ball, which opened Li Zhixian's eyes.

She chose a sensational old Korean drama from many years ago, holding a wine glass in her left hand and a tissue in her right hand, and watching it intently in the sofa.

When the male and female protagonists drank five or six cups of Shao beer at the food stall, and Li Zhixian drank dozens of cans of beer at the same time, a hidden dark magic suddenly surged above the Hongye Building on Shanqian Street.

Two girls in Gothic Lolita dresses descended from the night sky holding their skirts and landed gracefully on the empty rooftop of Hongye Building.

The proud 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 are talking about live here?"

The black-haired girl said with some fear: "Yes, Lord Agres, she changed a lot of residences after retiring, but I heard..."

Before she finished speaking, the blonde girl Agres pinched 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 divine arts given by my Lord, what else do you have to be afraid of?

After bathing in her blood, you can become my Lord's maid, and then the Evil Disaster Bureau can't do anything to you, a traitor, Yami, what are you afraid of?"

Agres scratched the black-haired girl's cheek with a pure black nail, dipped a little scarlet blood and put it on the tip of his tongue.

"It's the smell of hesitation.

What's wrong, Yami, are you regretting bringing me to her? After all, she was your instructor, so it's understandable that she's a little shaken. In this case..."

The black-haired girl Yami broke free from Agres's hand that was pinching her chin, knelt on one knee, and let the blood on her face drip onto the delicate light black and gold skirt.

"Lord Agres, I will use her blood to wash away the last hesitation in my heart. Please believe in my determination."

"I'll watch you, Yami."

The blonde girl chuckled and danced her skirt. A magic circle composed of blasphemous runes unfolded from under her skirt. The dark barrier like a cage of dry bones instantly covered the Red Leaf Building, dragging the old building silently into the inner side of the world.

"It's now!"

The wine-stained salted fish suddenly stood up on the sofa.

Time for a meaningless prequel at the beginning of the film!

Li Zhixian suddenly turned sideways off the sofa, her nimble body quickly turned in the air and rushed to the refrigerator, opening the door in the air to take out the wine in one go. She supported the refrigerator with one hand, closed the door and retreated, and fell back on the sofa with a snap.

She opened a can of beer, and the new episode of the main film just started playing on the TV in the living room.

Why didn't the male protagonist confess his love? It was so anxious. This screenwriter is so understanding and annoying.