The lighting engineer launched a gorgeous trick that could induce epilepsy, kicking off the show.
In the pitch-black contestant area, seven writers for the resurrection competition, including Feng Bujue, were already in place.
The cameraman at camera No. 1 swings the camera lens at a certain frequency, creating a dispensable sense of movement.
The director gave an order through the microphone on the headset, and the on-site DJ played loud music with a strong rhythm.
The next second, the host came on stage.
Oscar is still the same Oscar. Today, he is wearing a silver-gray casual suit, a pair of dark jeans, headphones in his left ear, and a microphone hanging from his mouth.
Like every previous program, he was not moved by the square dance music around him at all, and just came to the center of the stage with a calm gait.
The light suddenly stopped and focused on him.
Oscar looked at the camera and read the opening words in a clear voice: "Welcome... I am the writer! I am the host, Oscar."
After saying that, he bowed slightly.
The lights illuminated the auditorium at the right time. Under the director's command, the four cameras aimed at the auditorium began to move. The moment the audience applauded and cheered, the camera panned over.
The staff have done openings like this countless times, and they are very familiar with it. Unless Oscar accidentally falls down while going on stage, he has done it all over again.
"Friends in person, in front of the TV, and on the Internet..." After a live BGM, Oscar immediately continued, "Today is a special day." He paused for a few seconds, turned slightly sideways and said,
"Today, on the stage where I am a writer, there are seven contestants... who are very familiar to everyone."
After all, he is a professional host, with a perfect combination of tone and small movements. As he spoke, Oscar naturally took a few steps back and came to the front of the contestant seats.
"Since the first episode of I Am a Writer was broadcast, we have experienced twenty such nights." Oscar continued, "During this period, our program team has welcomed a total of twenty-six unique and exciting people.
Unforgettable writer." He took a deep breath. "But in the end...only seven people can be on our finals stage." At this point, he raised his arms high, 45 degrees upward, facing the big screen.
The curtain gestured.
Photos of six writers appeared on the screen. Each one's appearance and expression were edited to look like a mafia, and their pen names were also marked below the photos.
Next to the six photos, there is a gap. A black shadow is displayed in the gap, and there is a big question mark on the black shadow.
"Now... there are six contestants who have gone through many tests and entered the finals, but..." Oscar continued in a measured tone, "There is still one vacancy..." He waved his arm again and pointed to his side.
contestant seat, "And this opportunity to enter the finals...who will it go to..."
"Fire of the night! Fire of the night!" Before the host finished speaking, a group of people in the audience were already shouting. They chanted neatly, shouted loudly, and responded quickly. They looked like professionals.
Fans of other writers also belatedly shouted a few times to the writer they supported, but most of these shouts were insubstantial and sounded a bit scattered.
"I am a writer - Resurrection Night. Now..." Oscar made a sideways move. "...the curtain begins."
After Oscar finished reading this sentence, the lights and the live DJ started making noise again under the direction of the director...
Then came the introduction of the contestants (as in previous recordings, the parts of reading sponsors and advertising slogans were recorded separately, so Oscar's dialogue sometimes jumped out a bit). Oscar said: "Okay, no more gossip.
Say more, let us take a look. The seven players standing on this 'counterattack stage' are..."
The lights in the No. 1 contestant's seat lit up from above, illuminating a young man wearing glasses and slightly fat.
"Contestant No. 1, soda." Oscar did not give a long and detailed introduction this time, nor did he read the "Editor's Comments" from the program team.
Because... after a long period of continuous reform, this program has omitted this content. Instead, the contestant introductions were added later in the form of subtitles at the bottom of the screen.
There are two main reasons for this change: first, since only one person is eliminated in each period, many players will appear repeatedly, so there is no need to recite it every time; second... the time saved can be used to insert more advertisements.
"Contestant No. 2, Yamcha." Oscar's introduction continued, and the lights above the contestants' seats also lit up one by one as he spoke.
Although he had a pen name that would allow him to fight in the world's best martial arts club, the writer himself is just a boy with a rather weak appearance. One look at his face and you can tell that he is at most twenty years old.
In fact, Yamcha is indeed only nineteen years old this year. He started writing in the first year of high school, dropped out of school in the third year of high school, and started working full-time. Last year, he became one of the first-line online writers with a very popular fantasy novel.
"Contestant No. 3, the spring breeze of reform is blowing across the earth." Oscar said again.
This is an uncle who is about forty years old and wears black-rimmed glasses. The series of science fiction novels he wrote are very popular. Uncle Dadi worked as a journalist in his early years and later became a freelance writer. At first, he wrote a few articles out of interest.
He wrote a 100,000-word science fiction novel, but he submitted it to publishing houses many times and was rejected. So... he tried online serialization. Unexpectedly, he became an instant hit. And his pen name... was actually just typed casually on the keyboard.
A phrase that popped up twice on GG, because when he registered a writer account, he didn't think he could be popular at all. He just started it casually with the mentality of "No one wants this manuscript anyway, so instead of destroying it, it's better to send it out to people for casual viewing."
pen name...
"Contestant No. 4, Chainsaw Rose."
This is a "character writer" who is famous for her extremely gothic writing style and dress. To be honest... her writing is not very popular and can be said to be very niche. But fortunately, her father is a wealthy businessman.
I also met some friends in the publishing industry... In this way, her strange articles were printed and sold, and aroused a certain social response... Some people said she was innocent and "shenyin", some said she was cynical, and some (
Most of them are minors) regard her as their spiritual mentor. But no matter what...no matter whether you criticize or praise, someone comments, it shows that someone is paying attention. In this era when various ideas collide with each other, her novels can be considered unique.
"Contestant No. 5, Bandit General."
This is a young man in his mid-twenties. His face is very white, with small eyes and slanted bangs. His clothes are quite fashionable. At first glance, he looks like a Korean male artist. He is also a veteran online writer.
He has produced quite popular works on popular themes such as urban and fantasy. However, he has never really become popular, and his slightly thin writing style and fixed plot routines have been criticized frequently. For example, "poor writing"
Comments such as "Love pours water, creativity is getting boring" can be said to be a daily routine that he sees every day.
Oscar walked and introduced, and finally... came to the table of the last two people.
The seating order of the contestants in the Easter match is based on the popularity of online voting. The higher the ranking, the further back the seat will be, so Feng Bujue is contestant No. 6 today.
To be honest, Feng Bujue did not expect that the "Soda" brother who had appeared in the same field as him would be the least popular among the seven. Although being able to make it into the top seven among the twenty eliminated contestants is still considered
Not bad, but this feeling of being at the bottom of the table... it's probably not going to be good.
"Contestant No. 6..." When Oscar came to Brother Jue's table, he made brief eye contact with him. "I don't know."
Two seconds later, Oscar turned around and continued, "And the last... Contestant No. 7, Night Fire."
Previously, every time he announced the pen name of a contestant, the audience would burst into cheers and applause, and the cheers were increasing gradually. It reached a boiling point when he finally introduced the Night Fire.
Ye Zhihuo is a man under thirty years old, and he doesn't look amazing. However, he is a newly emerging Internet god this year. With an urban masterpiece, he has become the most popular for a while. The popularity of his works has even
It competes with some of the top writers such as Xuantianzong and Vegetables and Fruits (see I am a writer - please feel free to complain).
"Okay, as usual..." After the audience calmed down for a while, Oscar returned to the center of the stage with a smile on his face, "...The next step should be to name this program. But..." he said.
Then he said, "This program is special because we already have a title." He raised his hand and gestured to the big screen.
Indeed, the words "Resurrection Night" were displayed at the top of the screen.
"Therefore, we will no longer have a naming session in this issue." Oscar glanced at the camera with a mysterious look, "And..." After he finished these two words, he came up with a paragraph.
There was a long and uncomfortable pause. Then he continued, "...the changes in this issue are far more than just this one link. In the resurrection match, we will see completely new rules!"
The DJ then played some more sound effects. The lights also flashed suddenly, creating a slightly tense atmosphere.
"Haha... don't be too nervous, everyone." Oscar smiled, "Let's see... the contestants in this issue are all our old friends. At the beginning of this issue, we will let them say hello to everyone one by one.
, tell me a few words about your return."
At this time, Feiran said through the earphone: "Oscar, come backwards."
The director is undoubtedly doing Ye Zhihuo a favor, because there are only a few lines that can be repeated over and over like this. It is more advantageous to say it first, because when the next few people say it, the content will definitely be repeated.
After Oscar received the instruction, he calmly came to the side of Night Fire: "In this case, let's start with Night Fire."
Ye Zhihuo smiled at the camera and said: "Hello everyone, I am Ye Zhihuo. I am back again. I hope to go further on this stage. I look forward to your support."
A few very simple words, which were quite satisfactory, and his fans in the audience also responded loudly.
Then...Oscar's difficulty came again...
"Haha... I don't know." Oscar's smile immediately became a little stiff, "Just say a few words..."
"You don't need to introduce yourself, you've already said it." When Feng Bujue spoke, he frowned, turned his face sideways, and kept looking at the big screen aside, "If you want to express your return... just use 'I miss me'
I'm still not used to it. From being unknown to someone liking it, that's it..." He paused, "But there's something else I wanted to say a few minutes ago..." He said in a deep voice, "On the big screen just now
The promotional picture of the seven finalists and one missing one... What exactly is going on? Is it necessary to make the P picture look like a wanted list... Is this a choice between a writer or a Shichibukai..."
