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After Feng Bujue's chapter was revealed, the scene fell into silence.
Maybe the audience is hesitating... Do you want to applaud this guy who is messing around
In a sense, Brother Jue suddenly became serious in the last round, which made people feel even more uncomfortable...
It would be fine if he just messed around to the end. But this behavior now is not equivalent to saying... "Sorry, I was just teasing you before."
Even Oscar, who is very experienced in hosting, didn't know how to react for a while. Fortunately, this round of writing content does not require him to read the whole article, and he is also watching the big screen with the audience. So he can answer whenever he wants, and there is no need to rush to speak at a specific point in time.
"Well... I don't realize the contestant's answer, I think everyone has seen it." A few minutes later, Oscar received the director's instructions on the communication channel, and he had a bottom line before he said, "...Uh, I didn't realize it. Say To be honest, if you showed such a performance in the first two rounds, you might not be behind, right?"
"Hmph..." Feng Bujue sneered, "I don't think so."
Oscar was vigilantly aware of something, and ignored the words. He just turned around and shrugged at the camera, and then walked towards the No. 7 player seat: "So... next, let's watch today's grand finale..." He waved his arm and gestured to the big screen again, "... come together Revealed, the final chapter created by Fire of the Night."
In the next second, Ye Zhihuo spent an hour and a half writing his proud work, which was displayed on the screen.
In this round, his performance is indeed very good. Because Feng Bujue temporarily left the stage, Ye Zhihuo calmed down a lot. In a state of undivided attention, he wrote a high-quality ending.
Of course... this also has something to do with his "random" arrival. The behind-the-scenes team specially selected a city whose wind is similar to Fire of the Night but slightly lower than his level, and the original author of this book didn't dig too many holes, and the structure of the whole story is relatively small... In short, in this In one round, the program team provided various favorable factors to reduce the writing difficulty of Fire of the Night.
According to Fei Ran's original words: "Director, I can only help you here."
"Wow! Nightfire is really extraordinary!" After a while. Oscar then commented loudly, "After seeing such a chapter... I feel... the suspense of being the champion of Resurrection Night... has become smaller and smaller." Before the result was announced, he had already said something very suggestive discourse.
Immediately afterwards, the fans of Night Fire took the lead in cheering in the auditorium. The director also took advantage of the trend and directed the audience to applaud together. Together with the epic GM inserted in time by the on-site DJ, he successfully created an extremely warm atmosphere.
After the uproar. Oscar made a movement of wiping his sweat, exhaled lightly, and said: "Who... all the audience, the tense moment has come again... Now, please cast... your last vote for tonight." After he finished speaking, sentence, immediately added. "The time is... three minutes."
This time, the program group directly played the countdown to the voting time on the big screen, as if they wanted to urge the audience to make a choice quickly.
This move is also very beneficial to Fire of the Night, the last announcement chapter. The length of the voting time limit is not important, what is important is the "time limit". As long as such a concept is planted in the audience's brain, their decision-making speed will be accelerated and their thinking will become less detailed.
And so... the last epilogue. It will take the lead. One is because the memory is still fresh and the impression is still there; the other is because it takes a certain amount of time for the audience to recall and savor the previous chapters.
"Tick, tick..."
The DJ didn't forget to help, and turned on such sound effects in the audience area at the right time, as if afraid that they would think too much...
...
Three minutes passed in the blink of an eye...
When the timer reached zero, Oscar took the opportunity to continue: "OK! Time is up!" He turned to the audience, "I represent every contestant. Thank you for your serious choice."
After that, he bowed, and the audience applauded.
"At this moment, the evaluation of the 20 expert judges is still going on. Faced with such seven excellent answer sheets, they must be extremely entangled..." Oscar continued, "Of course. For us contestants, today's competition is over. He turned to face the player bench, "No matter what the result is, I think... everyone has no regrets." He walked over slowly. "Let's finish the second part of the question-and-answer session in a relaxed atmosphere."
"Then let's..." Oscar glanced at the seven writers, "...let's start asking questions according to the ranking order up to the last round." ... I will be the last one on the list." He looked at Brother Jue and said, "I don't know, which writer do you want to ask?"
"Ye Zhihuo." Without further ado, Feng Bujue turned his head away, looked at Ye Zhihuo sitting next to him, and asked, "Let me ask you... Do you like writing?"
He asked quite suddenly, and he didn't relay it through Oscar, but just finished the whole sentence directly with the microphone in front of the contestants' seats.
Ye Zhihuo's reaction was quite quick, he didn't want to give people the feeling that "such a simple question has me stumped", so he responded immediately: "I use the pseudonym 'Ye Zhihuo' to go to Creation started a year ago.” He paused, “I have loved learning since I was a child, read many books, and wrote many chapters. So I became a full-time writer." His answer was quite witty, taking advantage of the situation and adding some remarks to please the audience.
"Well, I wish you can go farther and farther on the road of study." Oscar praised again, then turned to Brother Jue and said, "I don't realize, does Ye Zhihuo's answer satisfy you?"
"The answer is not what you asked, full of nonsense." Feng Bujue responded with eight words expressionlessly.
At this moment, the atmosphere in the audience dropped to freezing point...
Not to mention the audience, the brains of many staff members have fallen into a state of short-circuiting, and Oscar even showed an expression of astonishment and bewilderment in front of the camera like never before.
"What's wrong?" Feng Bujue looked at the stupefied Oscar and said, "Continue, the next one is Yamcha's question."
"Hurry up! Hurry up before Yezhihuo is arguing with him!" Feiran's eager words sounded from Oscar's earphones.
Oscar had to turn around, and with one swipe, he came to the front of the second contestant... He quickly adjusted his expression, and said, "Okay... Next, Yamucha... Who do you want to ask?"
"Uh..." Yamcha couldn't move his eyes away from Feng Bujue, and he said without looking back, "I want to ask Brother Jue..." He turned his head slightly, and said to the microphone, "Before I I noticed... In a very popular online game recently, there is a well-known player whose ID is very similar to your pseudonym. He also looks like... "
"No comment." Feng Bujue interrupted him, and continued in an educative tone, "Also...Young people, don't be addicted to games, write books well."
"Okay... okay..." The corners of Yamucha's mouth twitched, and he was scared on the spot.
"Brother Dadi! Brother Dadi is more reliable! Hurry up and find Brother Dadi!" Feiran quickly shouted a few more words on the communication channel.
Oscar has no idea at all right now, the director can do whatever he wants. He didn't even answer Yamcha's words. He turned his face to Uncle Dadi who was seated on the third seat and said, "Brother Dadi, it's your turn..."
"Oh, I want to ask... soda..." Uncle Dadi is indeed very reliable. After all, he is old enough to be good at observing words and expressions, and he will leave more room for everything. Therefore, he chose to cooperate with the host to divert everyone's attention.
then. Uncle Dadi immediately asked Soda an insignificant question, and Soda also gave a short and decent answer.
Then, when it was Soda's turn to ask questions, he asked Uncle Da Di a similar question...
With the joint efforts of the two, the audience's attention was finally diverted from Feng Bujue and Ye Zhihuo... The atmosphere of the scene became a little more normal.
After that, the goth sister Rose refused to ask questions, and stated that if someone asked her questions, she would also refuse to answer.
Come again... it will be the turn of the bandit general.
"I also want to ask... Ye Zhihuo." The bandit general smiled and turned his head away. To Ye Zhihuo, "Today's game... was it enjoyable?"
Except for Fire of the Night, General Bandit is obviously the one most concerned about this resurrection match by all the writers. In the opening scene, he used words to insinuate the cheating of the overnight fire. It's just... that's all. The bandit general also knew in his heart that even without Ye Zhihuo, if he wanted to win the resurrection match, he would still have to rely on the abnormality of other writers...
But... now that it's over. The bandit general would not let go of the opportunity to make up the knife, so he took pleasure in other people's misfortunes.
"Heh... hehe..." Ye Zhihuo laughed as embarrassingly as he could, he was already disturbed by Feng Bujue, and he was almost unable to speak... Too many words in the scene... It seemed hypocritical. To be honest... I was afraid that I would appear petty.
...
Fifteen minutes later, Feng Bujue's lounge.
Lighting, camera and sound recording are all set up. Oscar and Brother Jue sat opposite each other, ready to start the interview.
The previous recording was forced to stop...
After the CT, Ye Zhihuo stepped down from the stage and said a few words to the director, then left angrily with his entourage. However, the other contestants stayed and recorded the rest of the scoring together. As for the scene of Fire of the Night, it will be recorded separately in the future.
Later... the question-and-answer session of this episode was naturally cut out. The behind-the-scenes staff did a lot of editing, and only then did they mix many separately recorded shots together to make the master tape of this issue... Fortunately, the resurrection match will not be broadcast until the end of the month, so there is still plenty of time for post-production.
"Can we start?" Oscar held the manuscript and looked at Brother Jue and asked.
"Anytime." Feng Bujue replied.
"OK, con!" The director sitting on the side ordered at this time.
Oscar asked the first question in a calm tone: "Are you surprised by the result of being eliminated?"
"What do you think?" Feng Bujue actually threw the question back.
Oscar smiled. At this moment, he looked very relaxed, as if he was chatting with a friend: "Ha... yes... I think it's quite normal." He picked up the tablet at hand and dragged the progress bar, "First Let’s talk about the first round... did you copy the lyrics for the whole paragraph?”
"I did a demonstration." Feng Bujue said, "That's called plagiarism."
Oscar nodded: "So...the story of the second round of the tortoise and the hare..."
"I've said it before, high-level copying." Feng Bujue said.
"Why... do you want to do this in the game?" Oscar said.
"I want to see the audience's reaction." Feng Bujue replied.
"It's worth watching..." Oscar laughed, "It must be despised by others."
"Really? Then why is it not like this on the larger stage of reality?" Feng Bujue answered the question again, "Could it be that such a simple truth can only become true at this time and this place. Black and white?"
Oscar was slightly taken aback: "This..."
"Does it mean... no matter what means I use to achieve success, as long as someone washes the floor for me afterwards, I can feel at ease? I'm really clean?" Feng Bujue asked again.
"You will offend your colleagues if you talk like this." Oscar said with a smile, trying to change the subject.
"Hehe... It's not just my peers... Film and television media, game software, electronic products..." Feng Bujue said, "I've seen so much that I'm already numb..." He laughed, "So... just now I saw my fans in the audience They booed me too. I was very happy."
Oscar was silent for a few seconds, looked at Brother Jue with admiration, and then moved the progress bar on the tablet: "In the third round, your performance was very good, and it took time to add up. It took less than half an hour to get up." He paused, "As expected...is this your true strength?"
"You think so." Feng Bujue smiled.
At this time. Oscar looked at the question paper, raised his hand and gestured to the staff behind him. The radio operator and cameraman immediately understood and stopped filming.
Then, Oscar changed his tone and said to Brother Jue: "Well...According to the regulations, all contestants who participated in the resurrection competition today have to say a few words to the writer who was resurrected successfully. Look at this..."
"I have an idea." At this moment, Fei Ran who was sitting in the corner of the room suddenly interrupted, "I don't know, let's discuss it..."
Feng Bujue squinted at the other party, and replied: "Director... your resentment towards Yezhihuo is really deep. I've already helped you to this point, what else do you want to make trouble..."
Seeing this, I think everyone should understand. That's right... the person who was really upset about Fire of the Night... was the chief director Fei Ran.
As early as the "pre-match mobilization". Feiran had already reached an agreement with Feng Bujue. These two insidious guys conspired secretly and directed today's play together... But Ye Zhihuo, who had a ulterior motive, could only accept it depressedly.
...
On the evening of the eighth day of the month, Feng Bujue went home.
"You guys... don't you have to go to work and school tomorrow?" Brother Jue looked at the group of people in the living room and said in a helpless tone.
At this time, Li Ruoyu, Wang Tanzhi, Gu Xiaoling, An Yueqin, Bao Qing, the landlord Aunt Liu... all these people were sitting in front of the screen of his home theater, watching the "I Am Writer - Resurrection Night" unedited version.
"It's rare to have guests at your house. You should be happy." Ouyang Jian walked all the way from the kitchen with an apple in his hand, stood beside Brother Jue, and said. "By the way... why do you have underwear in your refrigerator?"
Feng Bujue turned his head slowly, stared at the stick and said, "All of you... really don't treat yourself as an outsider!" He snatched the apple from Ouyang Jian's hand, "I haven't asked you yet? You Why are you here to join in the fun?"
"On the way here, I called him to come over." An Yueqin, who was sitting not far away, raised her head and said.
Ouyang Jian followed the trend and said, "That is to say... Let me, a professional, come over and see... Will your various actions in this program constitute a condition for litigation." He regained his senses as he spoke. The apple in my brother's hand, "If there is any problem... I will make preparations early."
"Obviously I came here to watch the excitement... and what I said is well-founded..." Feng Bujue continued, "I've been in trouble with the chief director. How could there be a clue in the official broadcast version?"
"Hush - don't talk, it's started!" Xiao Tan said excitedly.
Before the words were finished, the first scene of the program had already appeared on the TV screen.
after an hour…
The feature film of the game was all played, and the video entered the backstage interview stage. Videos of Oscar talking to Brother Jue, and him interviewing other writers appear alternately.
"I don't think so, before leaving our stage, can I say a few words to Night Fire who entered the final?" Oscar asked with a smile on the screen.
"Hmm... yes..." The camera cut to Feng Bujue, who replied in a long voice with a listless expression.
"Oh, by the way, according to the statistics of our backstage personnel, you quoted a lot of songs written or composed by Mr. Li Zongsheng today..." Oscar said again, "How about..." He handed the tablet computer in his hand to Feng Bujue, "How about you leave a message in the form of lyrics?"
"Ha, ha, ha..." Feng Bujue laughed dryly three times with a flat voice, "It's exactly what I want..."
Then, as if he had prepared in advance, he quickly wrote on the tablet:
[I want it but I can't get it, what's wrong with you.
What should be given up is reluctant, and only cares about entanglement with common things.
By the time you find out that compromise is a thief, it has already stolen your options.
Fame and fortune are just a high fever, and regret is the follow-up cough that will never get better.
I can forgive, but I cannot stop.
Sentimental alone at night.
It is young and frivolous, but pretending to be vicissitudes.
Who gave you the courage to pretend.
A discarded ideal is like a slap in the face.
Get a slap every time you remember a sentence.
Then I started to reflect and hate myself for being dirty.]RI
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