"Heh...hehe..." Oscar smiled awkwardly. He winked at the director quickly, intentionally or unintentionally, hoping that Feiran would help him out.
But Feiran was indifferent...
"Alas..." Oscar sighed deeply in his heart. There was nothing he could do. As a professional host, as long as the director didn't shout to stop, he had to control the scene and find a way to keep the program going...
Of course, this matter is not very difficult... After all, Oscar is from a serious academic background. Finding something to say and changing the topic are basic skills in the hosting industry. Even if he has no script in hand and no epigraph machine in front of him, he can rely solely on his
The on-the-spot reaction is nonsense... He can also talk for ten minutes in a row without repeating the same thing.
"I don't know, if you keep complaining like this, when the show is broadcast, our post-processing will make your photos look ugly." Oscar quickly let go of the smile on his face and spoke in a joking tone.
Such a sentence.
At this time, Feiran took action when it was time to take action. He raised his arm and made a gesture, commanding the audience to burst into laughter.
Just like that... In a "funny" atmosphere, Brother Jue's speech ended. Judging from the stage effect, it was quite good. After being treated like this... Ye Zhihuo's performance just now seemed a bit mediocre.
"General Bandit, let me say a few words." Oscar did not give Brother Jue a chance to speak again. After he finished speaking, he quickly took a few steps and walked to the table of contestant No. 5.
"Hello everyone, I am the bandit general." The bandit general raised his right hand and waved at the camera, "I hope everyone will support me as always..." He had a smile on his face, but suddenly he gave a malicious look,
He glared towards his left side and said, "...I will use my strength to win everyone's applause."
Feng Bujue held his cheek with his hand, tilted his head to look at the other person, and said with a smile in his heart: "Humph... This one seems to have something in his words..." Thinking of this, he also turned his head slightly towards the other side of himself.
After looking at it... As expected, Ye Zhihuo stared back, immediately showed a disdainful expression, and snorted coldly.
"Haha...Is this the rhythm of breaking up..." Brother Jue shook his head slightly and said to himself, "Oh...I really shouldn't have come...There is something wrong with the atmosphere here..."
Feng Bujue felt right. The situation in this resurrection match was very different from the one he had participated in before... As Fei Ran said. The program "I Am a Writer" has gradually deviated from him until today.
original intention...
In fact, during the planning stage of the program, the TV station's executives were not optimistic about the project, so they only provided a small amount of production funds and scheduled the broadcast time at 10 p.m. every Monday.
In the first and second issues of "I Am a Writer", there were only two first-line writers invited by the program team, and they all attended in a friendly manner. The other five were all less famous or outdated writers. Overall,
, this show seems to be a case where it is likely to be canceled after the pilot is over...
Unexpectedly... the behind-the-scenes team led by Fei Ran made a wonderful turnaround. With limited funds, they produced very high-quality works, making "I Am a Writer" one of the ratings hits of the quarter.
Dark horse.
As a result, the top management of the TV station responded quickly, and they began to increase investment in various aspects. The broadcast period of the program was moved to the prime time slot on weekends.
Soon...sponsors came in droves, and merchants who bought online copyrights also spent money to bid. And the writers who appeared on the stage became more and more famous. Basically, as long as the program team invites them, they will come. Even if
Even if the writers themselves don’t want to come, the companies that have signed contracts with them will try their best to get them in...
Feng Bujue was noticed by several chief editors behind the scenes when the show was on the rise. After the program team contacted the cultural promotion department of Sirui Group, they finally found him step by step. It happened that Brother Jue was lacking a
Money, once I heard there was an appearance fee... I gave in.
However, with the popularity of "I Am a Writer", there has been more and more interference from high-level officials.
TV station executives, sponsors, people with relevant interests, etc... These people don't know anything professional at all, but they always make some self-righteous demands. Some of them are made out of business considerations.
, this is reasonable, mainly because the investors want to protect their own interests; others have the mentality of "I spent the money and I am the uncle", and simply want to help, to improve their sense of presence and IQ.
Anyway. Since then, the tone of the show has gradually changed...
The originally harmonious and polite atmosphere has faded, replaced by a ubiquitous sense of competition...
As a result, writers like Night Fire and Bandit General also came to the show one after another. In fact, according to the concept of the core team of the program, they would not invite this type of writer. But people are not allowed to do so under the roof.
Don’t bow your head... The sponsors don’t know what kind of writers are suitable for this show. All they will do is to open a search engine, search for a few keywords such as "popular writers" on the Internet, and then go to the professional
He gives advice in front of people and thinks he has made good suggestions.
Fei Ran also has a big head, because in almost every episode of the program, he and the behind-the-scenes team have to readjust the rules and content of each link to cater to the needs of all aspects...
In hindsight, "I am a writer" became what it is now...
Writers no longer come here with the attitude of "learning from each other" or "showing themselves", but rather to "win" and "showdown".
On and off the court, on and off stage, in virtual reality... you can see the scolding wars between fans, the hype of online trolls, and even writers attacking each other in the text of their works.
Perhaps this is in line with the saying-literati have always looked down upon each other since ancient times.
This situation is what businessmen want to see. What they want to show is conflicts and contradictions, and stage hypocritical emotions in cruel elimination. They gain attention and gain profits by selling these dramas that can only deceive fools.
To this end, they can strip away the last bit of character and arrogance from the literati without hesitation.
If Feng Bujue had been paying attention to this show, he wouldn't have come today. At least at this moment, he already felt... whoever comes to this stage has already lost.
To use a metaphor often said by Li Yunlong (the protagonist of "Bright Sword")... Brother Jue and Ye Zhihuo, bandit generals, can't pee in a pot.
"Wow, the bandit general is very impressive." Oscar's questioning continued, and he came to the seat of contestant No. 4, "Rose, please say a few words."
It is obviously inappropriate to directly address a girl in her early twenties with the pen name "Chainsaw Rose". Fortunately, she has an English name...
"I am who I am..." Beauty Rose was dressed in black, with bangs on her forehead covering her eyebrows, and heavy smoky makeup on her face. Her pale face looked almost like a ghost, and her voice revealed a lot of emotion.
Decadent, "I have nothing to say to a bunch of walking dead..."
"Hmm... Is this Goth girl originally a chuunibyou..." Feng Bujue turned around and looked over, thinking in his mind. "You can gain popularity by talking like this. What is the mentality of today's audience...
"
"What are you looking at?" Suddenly, Rose noticed Brother Jue's gaze, and she actually said this to the latter on the spot.
"Why do you care about the empty gaze of a walking zombie..." Feng Bujue wittily gave an answer that made it difficult for Chuunibyou to refute.
"Hmph..." Rose snorted coldly, and then...she actually took out a cigarette and lighter from her pants pocket.
"Hey...you two are going to go against the grain..." The veins on Oscar's forehead bulged out, and he complained fiercely in his heart. "Fuck me, right? You want to fuck me, right? It's okay to be a lunatic."
, how should I round out my words during a show! Why doesn’t the director just call it quits! If this continues, the situation will get out of control sooner or later!”
Ding——cha——
Rose lit a cigarette for herself and took a puff. White disgust floated out of her lips covered with black lipstick, which looked particularly dazzling.
"Oh." She said to Oscar as if she had just remembered it, "Do you mind if I smoke here?"
"You've already been slapped and you still ask the question!" Oscar yelled in his heart. But on the surface, he still forced himself to be calm. "Haha... take it easy."
This is not the first time that Oscar has dealt with Chainsaw Rose. According to his experience, it is best to "treat her coldly" at this time and just ignore her. If you argue with her, such as saying "Smoking is harmful to health",
Then she will probably answer "My heart is dead long ago, and this body is just a rotten skin" and other Gothic remarks, which will leave you speechless...
"Come on." At this time, the sound of great business came from the earphones again, and he spoke enthusiastically in the staff's dedicated channel, "I have a hunch that this program will become a legend..."
"What are you talking about about a plane..." Oscar broke out in a cold sweat, thinking to himself, "Director Fei, you are in your forties, don't you feel ashamed to say such a silly line..."
"Yeah!" "Okay!" "Understood!" "Fight!"
Unexpectedly, the staff of other units all responded enthusiastically to Fei Ran's words, showing high-spirited expressions and raising their spirits to the fullest.
"Let me go... who are the people on this show!" Oscar thought. "I have to resign in the second season next year! Unless they offer me twice the salary... um... or 1.5 times...
...Hmm...a 20% increase can also be considered..."
"Then... next..." Oscar's thoughts were not shown on his face at all. He took three steps and two steps at a time and walked to the No. 3 contestant's table. "Brother Dadi, it's your turn."
The spring breeze of reform blows to the earth (hereinafter referred to as Uncle Dadi) raised his hand and adjusted his black-rimmed glasses: "I hope... I can live up to the friends who support me today."
"Although it is very short, it is a very sincere statement." Oscar responded, moved a few steps, turned his face and said, "Yamucha, what do you want to say to the audience?"
"Ah... I'm actually very happy to be sitting here today." Brother Yamcha replied, "I came here with the attitude of learning from my seniors, but... I also hope to get good results.
Bar."
"Okay, I'm looking forward to your performance." Oscar continued, and then he finally reached the No. 1 player position, "Then finally, I would like to treat you to something we are very familiar with... soda." He paused, and then said, "Today's meeting
Among the seven contestants, Soda, you have been in the main competition the longest, so there is no doubt about your strength. At this moment... what do you want to say to the audience?"
"I'll come as soon as I'm notified." Soda shrugged. His mentality when participating in the show was relatively peaceful, "I just... hope I can have a good performance today."
"I believe you will." Oscar said.
At this point, the warm-up is over, and Oscar is relieved.
He turned around, returned to the center of the stage, looked at the camera and said, "After listening to the contestants, I wonder, audience friends... who do you think will win tonight? Please send your answers to..." This was followed by
A formulaic monologue about SMS lottery and advertising.
When it is officially broadcast, a one or two minute advertisement will be inserted here.
Oscar finished reading the previous paragraph, paused for a few seconds, changed his posture and expression, and then said, "Welcome back... I am a writer - Resurrection Night."
Music and lights took advantage of the situation to make a lot of noise.
"Without further ado, let's move on to the first round of the showdown..." Oscar raised his arm again. In conjunction with the subtitles on the big screen, "...the writing is done."
"Isn't this the same as the last session..." Feng Bujue thought to himself, "Could it be that the rules have changed?"
"Of course, as I said before." Oscar's words matched Brother Jue's guess, "Our rules for this issue will be changed. Please watch... the big screen..."
As he spoke, the complete rules were displayed on the large screen at the scene. The players did not need to look there, they were also displayed on the console screen in front of them, and they could see it as long as they lowered their heads.
"OK, first of all, let's see what the first 'keyword' is." Oscar quickly added, "Ready...go!" He shouted. The words in the middle of the screen began to scroll at high speed.
The last time Feng Bujue came here, dozens of words such as "events, characters, animals, scenery" were scrolling on the screen, but this time... the number of these random keywords seemed to have decreased. Maybe the general audience, or even
None of the players noticed it. But Feng Bujue discovered this with his excellent dynamic vision...
"Stop!" Oscar shouted again after dozens of seconds, and the key words on the screen suddenly stopped on the word "emotion".
The audience immediately became agitated. This seemed to be a very popular keyword.
"Then..." Oscar said to the camera, "According to the new rules, all our players will also get a keyword. And this keyword is the same..." He deliberately changed his expression, "That is,
Said... this time, the seven writers here were writing under exactly the same conditions. And the time... is still only seven minutes. Now..." He turned around and said, "The first round
.Officially begin!"
After Oscar finished speaking, the second keyword appeared on the console in front of the players - "time".
"Dear viewers, as we have said repeatedly, all the creative aspects of this program are recorded in real time, without any water added." Oscar began to use a stereotyped formula, "Every writer who comes to our scene is
I am creating without the Internet or any auxiliary tools."
When he said this, another brilliant voice came from Oscar's headphones, and the director seemed to have some new instructions.
Oscar kept talking, and had silently recorded this instruction in his mind. Then, he naturally followed what he just said: "According to the special rules of our resurrection night, this time the article will be published in the final chapter.
The order will be based on the order of completion by each contestant..." He turned around and said, "Dear writer teachers, after you confirm that you have completed it, you can directly click the submit button at the top of the screen, and the system will record your completion time."
beep——
Before he finished speaking, Brother Jue's console was already ringing...
Feng Bujue was seen resting his head on his hands, leaning on the back of the chair, looking around leisurely. Ye Zhihuo and Bandit General, who were sitting on the left and right of him, were indeed affected by this sudden situation, and neither of them realized it.
He glanced at Brother Jue and felt nervous.
"Uh..." Oscar was stunned for two seconds before he said, "Oh, we saw that the contestant had already finished it without realizing it... His time was only fifty-two seconds, which is incredible..."
Even though there were ten thousand reluctances in his heart, Oscar still went to Brother Jue out of professional ethics...
At this point in the program, it was time for the close-up photographer to take the stage. The person carrying the camera happened to be the photographer Xiao Wu. Under the direction of the director, he walked quickly to Oscar and followed him to the contestants' table.
In addition to taking close-ups of the six writers one by one while they were creating, the camera finally focused on Brother Jue's face.
Oscar also happened to walk up to Contestant No. 6's table and said, "I don't know, you finished it so quickly."
"Yes..." Feng Bujue responded weakly.
"You didn't hand in the paper in vain, did you?" Oscar said half-jokingly.
"Do you want to take a look?" Brother Jue replied.
"Haha..." Oscar smiled at the camera, "Dear viewers, this is the benefit of being a host. Let me take a look first..."
Two seconds later, Oscar's smile froze. What he saw was - "From acquaintance to now, from indifference to care, from rejection to dependence, from stranger to love, from deep trust to suspicion, from love to love."
Hurt, from dazzling to pale, from staying together to separation, from touching to feeling, from understanding to blaming, from expectation to helplessness, from ecstasy to sadness."
