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"Please look at... the big screen." Oscar followed the previous sentence, turned around and said.
At the same second, on the big screen next to the stage, and on the small screens in front of the writers, all of these content appeared: [Zhang San, Li Si, Dusk, Grassland, Victory]
"As you can see, today's rules have changed. In the past, the requirement for this round was... to design an outline-like word based on a narrative content, and to make it into a relatively complete text through dictation. story," explained Oscar, "but today, we're giving...who, when, where, and what."
When he said this, the cameraman scanned the expressions of each contestant one by one. Except for Brother Jue... everyone's expressions changed a little.
"However, the other rules of this round are still the same as usual..." Oscar immediately said, "At this moment, the consoles in front of our seven writers have all switched to the free input mode. Whether it is words, sketches, forms, Graffiti... You can plan as you like." He paused, "And the time for this round is still ten minutes."
After finishing speaking, he looked at the players' seats and said quickly: "Then now... the second round, start!"
Tick tick tick...
Before Oscar finished speaking, the sound of a clock sounded on the scene. This is also the director's arrangement... in order to reflect a sense of tension. This resurrection game has used many similar techniques to create an atmosphere.
"The stroke of genius, as the most popular part of this program, is deeply loved by all audience friends." The commercial time has not yet come, and Oscar has to continue to pull down, "The performance in this round is crucial... There are many contestants who were eliminated because of their poor performance in this round..." He moved slowly on the stage and made some eye contact with the audience, which can make his speech look more natural, "And today... On the stage of this resurrection night, only one player can advance to the final. In other words... we will eliminate not one person, but people." He repeated this well-known nonsense in an extremely serious tone, but There is no sense of disobedience, "But if... can take the lead in this round, it is self-evident... It means that one foot has already stepped into the threshold of the finals."
As he spoke, the timer on the big screen had ticked off for almost two minutes. Of the seven writers present, some have already picked up electric pens. Get busy on the console. Only Feng Bujue... put his hands on his cheeks, raised his head to look at the ceiling forty-five degrees, and didn't know if it was a daze or a cuteness.
"What kind of plan is this kid..." Oscar caught a glimpse of this scene from the corner of his eye, and instantly had a bad premonition, "By the way... is he giving up on himself..." He thought to himself, "Or... he Is it sensationalism?"
"No...he's not that kind of person." Oscar thought for a few seconds. He quickly denied these two guesses: "Well...according to his personality, I'm afraid the truth is...he thinks the final is too troublesome, so he deliberately let himself out."
After figuring this out, Oscar's slight surprise and doubts were all swept away. At this moment, he smiled subconsciously, because it suddenly occurred to him... what is going on in front of him is very ironic... For some people, what they want to win by any means is, for others, they can't even shake it off burden.
...
Ten minutes passed quickly. During this period, Oscar stepped down to rest for a few minutes, drank some water, and touched up his makeup.
The three minutes he was chatting on it just now have already made up for the gap outside the commercial time, and the rest will be recorded later.
In addition, the on-site director (different from the last time Jue came to the competition, this time the on-site conductor was personally seated by Fei Ran) also had some brief exchanges with the audience. Talk about what issues to pay attention to in the next recording.
It wasn't until thirty seconds left in the countdown on the big screen that Oscar stepped onto the stage again.
"Attention all units, ready." Feiran greeted through the headset.
"Welcome back... I'm a writer—Resurrection Night! I'm Oscar." After resting for a few minutes, Oscar regained his vigor, "Thank you for your patience during the advertisement... Let's see, this round There is still time left... "
The lens of the main camera cuts away at this moment. Give the big screen a close-up.
"... Twenty-one seconds." Oscar continued, "Are you as nervous as I am?" "But the most nervous... is undoubtedly our seven writers. I don't know how their writing progress is..."
Next, there was a rather abrupt silence.
These ten or so seconds will be handed over to the later personnel to deal with. When the film is made, the screen of this section will be divided into several pieces, while the countdown is playing, while the close-ups of the players are constantly switching, coupled with the imminent GM... Create a "when the time is up TV It feels like the screen will explode."
For some reason, tricks like this... have been tried and tested in various variety shows and have lasted for a long time.
"Time is up!" Oscar answered after the countdown ended, and then said directly to the big screen, "Let's not gossip... Please see... the random number."
Seven Arabic numerals flashed rapidly on the screen, and stopped at the number "6" after a few seconds.
"Oh... This is also a secret operation..." Feng Bujue thought, "In this round, it is obvious that those who announce the outline later will benefit more, and they will have more time to think... and the first person to appear is the last Unlucky, when it comes time to score, the following narratives have already diluted the audience's impression of the first story." He looked at Fei Ran intentionally or unintentionally, "As expected of Director Fei... you did a very good job. Presumably The last person to announce... is Night Fire. Well... If it were me, I would have separated the narrative sequence of Soda from Night Fire by at least two people. In contrast to the fire, the latter will be in trouble... "
Brother Jue's thoughts flashed, and all these thoughts flashed through his mind in only three seconds.
And Oscar just walked in front of him at this time: "I don't know, I still remember that when you came to our show last time, you won the second place in this round. Although you were unfortunately eliminated in the end, your A very spoof story, still left a deep impression on everyone." Under the prompt of the staff (via earphones). He briefly reviewed Brother Jue's performance in the past, "I don't know what kind of surprise you will bring us today."
"Surprise is for sure..." Feng Bujue replied blankly, "Hi...hehe..."
"So, please go... let's go..." When Oscar said this, there was an unexpected pause between "start" and "start", because at that second, he saw Brother Jue The console... the screen is empty. Nothing was moved.
"Once upon a time, there were two people." Feng Bujue crossed his fingers, put his hands under his nose, and performed Commander Ikari's signature gesture, and said coldly, "One is Zhang San and the other is Li Si."
The scene suddenly became very quiet...
All the audience present today, including fans of other writers, are all looking forward to Feng Bujue's performance in the magical pen, because no one knows what this guy will make up...
Feng Bujue's narration gradually unfolded, "On a certain evening, Zhang San asked Li Si out for a running race..."
"Huh?" Oscar was taken aback, thinking. "running?"
"The location of the competition is on a grassland..." Feng Bujue continued, "Li Si is lame, nicknamed Tieguai Li, and he usually uses crutches to help him walk. Zhang San is an athlete, with a height of two meters and one , long legs, people gave the nickname Chamberlain."
"Is it really just a nickname..." Oscar really wanted to continue with this sentence. But I can only endure it.
"The two stood side by side, and Zhang San, who was arrogant, asked Li Si to call to prepare to run." Feng Bujue said, "So, Li Si said, 'Everyone take your places... let's go!'"
"What is walking!" Oscar exclaimed inwardly.
"Li Si rushed out before he could finish his sentence." Feng Bujue said, "Zhang San didn't care about the other party's despicable cheating behavior, so he smiled lightly and followed up."
"It's not a gentleman to find a lame racer!"
"In less than ten seconds, Zhang San surpassed Li Si and opened a distance of hundreds of meters. He ran with his head buried in this speed for a while... When he looked back, the limping Li Si had become a A tiny black spot on the grassland." Brother Jue said. "Zhang San thought: the finish line is five meters away, I'm sure I'll win, why don't I just lie down and take a nap."
"Crazy! You should run another five meters!"
"Zhang San was lying on the grassland, blowing the gentle evening breeze, and after a while... he really closed his eyelids and fell asleep." Feng Bujue continued, "while Li Si was chasing and chasing, abducting and abducting... when he When he walked to Zhang San's side, he was already exhausted."
"Hehe... If it were me... Seeing Zhang San stand up at this time, I would use crutches to beat him to a limp..." Oscar's inner complaints continued without interruption.
"And Zhang San is still sleeping...Although Li Si also wants to rest for a while, he knows that Zhang San can run faster than himself, and he can only win if he persists." Brother Jue looked solemn, "After a fierce ideological struggle, Li Si still gritted his teeth and insisted on moving forward."
"It's only five meters! What a struggle! Can't you just move a few steps during the struggle!"
"Finally, Li Si crossed the finish line." Feng Bujue's story came to an end, "Zhang San woke up and looked back... Huh? Why did Li Si disappear?" He said in a tone that was lecturing to kindergarten children , and continued vividly, "Oh, it's amazing! Li Si has already crossed the finish line. Zhang San was in a hurry when he saw it, but it doesn't help if he catches up now, Li Si has already won." He shook his head , sighed, "Ah... really thought-provoking..."
"Director... Let's call security..." Oscar turned his head, switched the microphone to background communication mode and said.
"No need..." Fei Ran said, "He's finished speaking, and it's too late to drive him out..."
"No... I mean, let the security guard stand by." Oscar whispered, "In case the audience throws objects on the stage, or rushes towards him directly, the security guard can resist for a while..."
"It's okay... you go around a bit." Fei Ran said, "find a way to cover it up..."
"Cover it up!" Oscar was actually in the communication, and swears at the chief director, "Kids in the kindergarten have heard that this is a race between the tortoise and the hare!"
"Calm down... Be calm..." Feiran said in a firm tone, "Choose the nice ones, if it's really not good, make a few jokes and change the subject..."
The part of Oscar whispering with his earphones would naturally be cut later, so he simply spoke for more than three minutes.
Three minutes later. Oscar adjusted his mood and expression, and switched the microphone back to the host's channel: "Ha..." He smiled, how fake this smile was, "I don't realize...your story...on the whole...it's quite interesting. It's educational... ”
"Porf—" The audience immediately booed. This time, the entire audience booed Brother Jue, and some of the fans who supported him had already left the venue angrily, and the rest of them basically turned from fans to blacks. Ditched the banner and joined in booing him.
"Hehe... Of course, this is a change from the tortoise and the hare." Feng Bujue smiled shamelessly and replied calmly.
"Don't go too far!" Suddenly, Ye Zhihuo, who was sitting next to the No. 7 player seat, said loudly.
This situation was unprecedented... In the recording history of "I Am a Writer", there has never been a scene where two contestants clashed on the spot. Oscar's ability to control the scene is very strong. Generally speaking...who, when, and what to say...is guided by him, the host.
But now, something unexpected happened.
"Attention all units, don't stop, continue recording!" The excited voice sounded in the earphones of the staff, it seems... the director is happy to see this scene.
"No matter what your purpose is. Please don't use this attitude to tarnish this sacred stage." Ye Zhihuo said, staring at Brother Jue righteously.
"Oh?" Feng Bujue turned his head, looked at Ye Zhihuo with a sarcastic smile, and said, "Is this stage sacred?"
Before the words fell, Brother Jue suddenly stood up.
Near the stage, several security guards outside the camera broke out in cold sweat, and they thought to themselves: No way... do we really want to appear on stage...
Feng Bujue took two steps. Player No. 7, who came to Fire of Night, stood still in front of the seat, put his hands on the console, put his face in front of the opponent, and stared at the latter...
Facing Brother Jue's actions, Ye Zhihuo was at a loss for a moment... He originally wanted to gain some popularity for himself through what he said just now, so as to make up for the second-ranked guy next to him in the online vote. It is the plan of "killing two birds with one stone, and humble others respecting oneself".
Unexpectedly... Feng Bujue left his seat and forced him over. Look at this posture... Is it going to do it
Ye Zhihuo is about 30 years old this year, dressed very vigorously, and even wears a slim suit, but it is still difficult to hide his relatively puffy figure.
And Feng Bujue... although he looked thin. However, after regular exercise in the recent period, his body has been trained to be very strong, and his lines are clear; coupled with the suppression of his height, it is obvious that he will not suffer in a fight...
"Hey, hey... What's the trouble... If you really beat Ye Zhihuo, it's not just a matter of being dragged out by the security guards, maybe they will sue you..." Oscar thought to himself.
"If this stage is sacred..." Feng Bujue looked directly into the other person's eyes and said in a deep voice, "...then why are you here?"
"What do you mean by that!" Ye Zhihuo was furious on the spot as if his hair had been blown.
Because, from Brother Jue's words, he heard another meaning...
Ye Zhihuo knew best in his heart that his "No. 1 popularity vote in the resurrection contest" was done by a secret operation... To put it more bluntly - he paid for it. Just like some internet writers spend money to brush up their own scores on the website, Ye Zhihuo also did similar things to make himself ranked first in the online selection. In addition, he also took some connections, put pressure on the TV station's executives through sponsors, and paved the way for himself to enter the finals.
When Feng Bujue used his so-called "sacred" remarks to ridicule him in turn, Ye Zhihuo naturally became angry from embarrassment.
"It's nothing, just talking casually, if you don't want to listen, I'll talk about something else." Feng Bujue suddenly smiled again, turned around and returned to his seat.
The audience on the sidelines were stunned, not knowing how to react...
Seeing that the situation had eased, Oscar hurriedly said: "Ah... haha... I don't think I still like to joke so much..." He tried to dilute the terrifying atmosphere with laughter. And the next step is to change the subject, "By the way... I don't think your creation this time actually has some bright spots, at least there are quite a few flaws."
"Where is it?" Feng Bujue was dismantling himself, "I said this story was adapted from the tortoise and the hare. Even if there are bright spots, I'm just doing 'advanced copying'."
"Uh..." Oscar really couldn't answer any more, he sighed, and regardless of the on-site effects (it really doesn't matter now, let the post-processing deal with the mess) and the atmosphere, he said directly, "No I feel... To be honest, I'm quite shocked. Your performance today... What do you mean?"
"Heh...you will understand when the program is finished..." Feng Bujue put his hands behind his head again, and replied in a relaxed tone, "Now... just treat me as if I'm not performing properly."
"Hmph... It's as if you're as good as you are when you play normally..." Ye Zhihuo snorted coldly.
Feng Bujue didn't care about it, he didn't even look at Ye Zhihuo, he just smiled and said: "It's okay to say I'm supercilious, I don't ask anyone to understand, I'm proud."
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