Time flew by quickly, and before they knew it, it was already eleven o'clock at night. The live broadcast was about to start.
Mr. Liu and the staff members in the team had been preparing early.
Mr. Liu sat in the live broadcasting room, looking at the script.
At twenty-five minutes past eleven, the program was in its final preparations.
All the staff members were in their positions. Ye Guang, wearing headphones, looked at Mr. Liu through the glass wall, waiting for the program to start.
Suddenly, Mr. Liu, who was in the process of checking and organizing the script, clutched his stomach and groaned in pain.
"Teacher Liu, what's wrong? Are you okay?" The soundproofing effect in the broadcast room was excellent, but Ye Guang's voice came through the microphone.
Mr. Liu gestured while enduring the pain. The staff members in the team hurriedly rushed into the broadcasting room.
Mr. Liu's assistant, Ma Tao, helped him up and asked with concern, "Teacher Liu, are you okay?"
Mr. Liu's lips had turned pale due to the pain, and he couldn't speak. Ye Guang also rushed forward to support him.
"Quick, call an ambulance," Ma Tao shouted.
"No!" Nightlight said, "Calling an ambulance will take too long. I'll take Mr. Liu to the hospital directly."
"Alright!" Ma Tao nodded.
"But what about today's program?" a female staff member timidly asked.
Yes, the program was about to start, and the host suddenly had a problem. What should they do?
"Call Xu Rui and let him take over," Ma Tao said.
"It's starting in three minutes. Xu Rui won't make it in time, even if he grew wings," another staff member said.
"Let him go on," Old Li gritted his teeth, enduring the pain, and pointed at Ye Guang, saying, "Let Xiaoye go on."
Everyone looked at him in surprise.
Let Ye Guang go on? He had only been here for a few days. Can he handle it?
Ye Guang was also taken aback and said, "Teacher Liu, I'm not very confident..."
Mr. Liu opened his mouth, wanting to say something, but the pain was unbearable. His lips trembled, and he could only utter two words through gritted teeth, "You go!"
"Alright!" Ma Tao shouted, "Xiaoye, Teacher Liu wants you to go on. Just read the script, there won't be a problem!"
"Okay, I will go on." There was no other way now. He had to agree.
"Old Wang, I'll take Mr. Liu to the hospital. Can you handle it?" Ma Tao said to the stagehand, Old Wang. Then, he and another staff member helped Mr. Liu leave.
"Xiaoye, it's your turn. Don't worry, just read the script. I will control the audio and equipment for you," Old Wang said. "Everyone, get into position. The live broadcast is about to begin."
The staff members quickly returned to their own positions, ready and waiting.
The time for the live broadcast was approaching second by second, and there was a heavy atmosphere both inside and outside the broadcasting room.
Ye Guang sat in the host's seat, put on his headphones, coughed twice to clear his throat, and then realized...
Oh damn. Where is the script?!
Where did the script go? Mr. Liu had been holding onto it the whole time. Everyone had been focused on who would replace Mr. Liu and had forgotten about the script in his hands.
What should they do now?
"Ding, mission announcement: Adaptability is an essential skill for a host. Please solve the current live broadcast crisis. To provide a better live broadcast experience for the host, the system has increased the difficulty of this live broadcast. Mission penalty: Serious illness for three days."
Damn it!
Why is the system appearing now? Nightlight felt frustrated. Also, why did the difficulty of the live broadcast increase? There was no further explanation!
There was no time to consider anything else. The program was already counting down to start. He had to brace himself and go on!
"Countdown, five, four, three, two, start."
The live broadcast began.
Ye Guang's magnetic voice sounded:
"The world is really small, so small that with a turn, who knows who we might meet; the world is really big, so big that with a turn, who knows who might disappear.
On this starry night, at this moment, who are you missing, or who are you meeting, starting or ending a story.
A good story, let me tell you.
Hello, everyone. This is JX Radio's late-night storytime. I am tonight's host, Ye Guang."
There weren't many listeners during the late-night time slot, but there were still some people listening, and some people liked Mr. Liu's late-night story program, tuning in punctually every night.
"Wait, why is there a new host? Where is Bayi?"
"The voice sounds like a young person. Can he tell a good story?"
"Wow, his voice is so pleasant to listen to."
"Go away, why did they randomly change the host? Humph! I'm not listening anymore."
The listeners outside were discussing one after another, but Ye Guang was unaware of these discussions.
He focused his mind and lowered his voice.
"Today, I will tell you all a story called 'Ghost Blows Out the Light!'"
"Wang ge, wait, the script is not like this." A flat-haired male editor named Luo Zhiyuan, who was next to Old Wang, said. He was responsible for printing and typesetting the script today, so he had some impression of the content.
"This is wrong!" Luo shouted in surprise. "Xiaoye didn't have a script on his desk!"
Because of the obstruction of equipment, Old Wang couldn't see the workbench in the broadcasting room. Luo angled his body and glanced into the broadcasting room, only to find that Ye Guang's table was empty.
"Where is the script?" Old Wang became anxious. "Where did the script go?"
Luo thought for a moment and said, "Mr. Liu! Mr. Liu has been holding onto the script."
Old Wang exclaimed, "Quick, go and get it back!"
Luo said, "It's too late. He must be far away by now!"
Old Wang asked again, "What about the draft? Go find the draft and print another one!"
Luo nodded, "The draft is not a problem, but it will take at least seven or eight minutes to print a new one. What should we do during this time?"
Old Wang furrowed his brows. The live broadcast had already started, and they couldn't play music for the listeners right at the beginning. If they did that, it would be a serious program accident. "There's no other choice. We'll have to rely on Xiaoye. Let's leave it to fate," Old Wang sighed.
At this moment, Ye Guang had already started to tell the story of Ghost Blows Out the Light in a slightly low voice:
"Introduction - Tomb robbing is not sightseeing, not reciting poems, not painting or doing embroidery. It is not as elegant as that, strolling leisurely, silently expressing emotions, or having relationships with heaven, earth, rulers, and teachers. Tomb robbing is a technique, a technique of destruction...
These various deeds will have to start with a book my grandfather left behind, a book called 'Sixteen Characters Yin and Yang Feng Shui Secret Technique.' For some reason, the lower half of this book was forcibly torn off, leaving only this upper volume on the Feng Shui secret technique. Most of what is mentioned in this book is the unique art of interpreting the Feng Shui layout of tombs..."
His voice was slightly low, neither fast nor slow, with clear pronunciation as he continued to narrate.
When he realized there was no script, it was already too late to wait for it. Then Ye Guang thought of the Ghost Blows Out the Light and Tomb Notes from his dream world.
Both of these novels were supernatural stories about tomb robbing, with some horror elements, suitable for the late-night time slot.
Moreover, in his dream world, both of these novels had audio book versions that were well-received in the market, so there shouldn't be any problem with this live broadcast.
Ghost Blows Out the Light and Tomb Notes each had their own merits, and Nightlight liked both of them. Ghost Blows Out the Light, relatively speaking, had more concise writing and a more rigorous structure, with a deep sense of the times. It had stronger readability and a greater sense of immersion. Therefore, he ultimately chose Ghost Blows Out the Light!
He remembered everything from his dream world clearly, and with the added ability of photographic memory, it was as if Ghost Blows Out the Light was imprinted in his mind.
With his skill in eloquence, even without a script, he could recite every word of Ghost Blows Out the Light perfectly.
The story of Ghost Blows Out the Light continued.
"Chapter One: The Paper Man and the Rat Friends. My grandfather's name is Hu Guohua. The ancestors of the Hu family were famous landlords in the surrounding ten miles. During their most glorious period, they bought over forty houses connected by three alleyways in the city."
Old Wang heaved a sigh of relief. "It seems like he's telling the story pretty well."
After a while, Luo came back with the newly printed script and tapped Old Wang, who was engrossed in listening to the story.
"Wang ge, the script is ready."
Old Wang thought for a moment and said, "Let's wait a bit. Xiaoye is doing a good job telling the story."
The first segment of the live broadcast finally ended, followed by an advertisement and some music. Ye Guang made an OK gesture to Old Wang outside the glass wall and then took off his headphones.
"Here, Xiaoye, have some water," Old Wang walked into the broadcasting room with a bottle of mineral water.
"Thank you, Wang ge." Ye Guang took the water, unscrewed the cap, and drank half the bottle in one gulp.
"Xiaoye, you're amazing! Such talent! Teacher Liu didn't misjudge you. We owe it all to you," Old Wang patted Nightlight's shoulder and smiled.
Ye Guang didn't have a script, and the staff members in the team had heard about the impromptu live broadcast. After the first segment ended, they all crowded around.
"Thirty minutes, all without a script. Oh my god."
"Yes, Xiaoye, you're so amazing."
"The story was so good too. I got lost in it."
"Xiaoye, how did you do it? You're incredible!"
The staff members rushed forward, all talking at once.
Ye Guang smiled and shook his hand modestly, "You're exaggerating, thank you."
"Wang ge, Xiaoye." Luo, the editor, held up the script and gestured. "What about this script?"
Old Wang took the script, smiled at Nightlight, and said, "Xiaoye, do you still need this script?"
Ye Guang looked at the script, hesitated for a moment, and said, "Wang ge, I want to continue telling the story we just started."
"Really? Can you do it?" Old Wang asked.
Ye Guang nodded confidently, "Yes!"
"Alright, then continue telling the story," Old Wang agreed without any hesitation.
He had personally witnessed Ye Guang's astonishing ability to speak without a script for thirty minutes earlier, so he trusted Nightlight's abilities now. Besides, he wanted to hear the rest of the plot.
"Yes, yes. The Ghost Blows Out the Light was told so well just now. It would be a shame not to continue. I want to hear more. Xiaoye, please tell us more later," a voice from a sweet-sounding girl said.
"Yes, Xiaoye told the story of Ghost Blows Out the Light so well."
"I only listened for a while. I didn't dare to continue because it got a bit scary."
"By the way, Xiaoye, where did you find this story?"
Ye Guang rubbed his nose and smiled, "I made it up randomly."
...
Everyone fell silent.