"Please look at... the big screen." Oscar continued the previous sentence, turned around and said.
At the same second, the following content appeared on the big screen next to the stage and the small screens in front of the writers: [Zhang San, Li Si, dusk, grassland, victory and defeat]
"As you can see, today's rules have changed. In the past, the requirement for this round was... to design an outline text based on a narrative content, and to make it into a relative text through oral narration.
The complete story." Oscar explained, "But today, what we give is... the people, the time, the place and the events."
When he said this, the cameraman scanned the expressions of each player 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 added, "At this moment, the consoles in front of our seven writers have been switched to free input mode. Regardless of text, sketches, or tables,
, Graffiti... You can plan whatever you want." He paused, "And the time for this round is still ten minutes."
After that, he looked at the contestants' seats and spoke quickly: "Now...the second round begins!"
Tick tick tick...
Before Oscar finished speaking, the sound effect of a clock rang out. This was also the director's arrangement...in order to reflect a sense of tension. Many similar techniques have been used to create an atmosphere in this revival competition.
"A stroke of genius, as the most popular part of this show, is deeply loved by all the viewers." The commercial time has not yet come, and Oscar has to continue, "Performance in this round is crucial.
...There are many players who were eliminated in the end because of poor performance in this round..." He moved slowly on the stage and made some eye contact with the audience to make his speech look more natural."
And today... on this resurrection night stage, only one contestant can advance to the finals. That means... we will eliminate not one person, but six people." He used an extremely serious tone to explain this well-known nonsense.
He stated it again, but without any sense of violation, "But if... we can take the lead in this round, then it goes without saying that... we have one foot on the threshold of the finals.
"
While he was speaking, the timer on the big screen had already run for nearly two minutes. Six of the seven writers present had picked up their electronic pens and were busy on the console. Only Feng Bujue...
… He held his cheeks with both hands and raised his head at a 45-degree angle to look at the ceiling. I don’t know if he was in a daze or just being cute.
"What is this kid... thinking about again..." Oscar caught a glimpse of this scene with his peripheral vision, and instantly had a bad premonition, "Speaking of which... has he given up on himself..." he thought in his mind, "
Or...is he just trying to please others?"
"No...he's not that kind of person." Oscar thought for a few seconds and quickly rejected these two guesses: "Well...according to his personality, I'm afraid the truth is...he thought the finals were too troublesome, so he deliberately
Get yourself out."
After thinking about this, all the surprises and doubts in Oscar's heart were swept away. At this moment, he smiled unconsciously, because he suddenly thought... what was happening in front of him was very ironic... for some people
What they must strive for at all costs, for others, is a burden that cannot be shaken off.
…………
Ten minutes passed quickly. During this period, Oscar came off the stage to rest for a few minutes, drink some water and touch up his makeup.
The three minutes he was chatting about just now 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 Ge came to compete, this time the on-site conductor was Fei Ran himself) also had some brief exchanges with the audience and talked about what issues should be paid attention to in the subsequent recording.
.
It wasn't until thirty seconds were left in the countdown on the big screen that Oscar took to the stage again.
"Attention all units, get ready." Feiran said hello into the headset.
"Welcome back...I am the writer - Resurrection Night! I am Oscar." Oscar rested for a few minutes and then returned to his energetic state, "Thank you for your patience during the commercial period...let us take a look.
, there is still time left in this round..."
The main camera's lens cut away at this time, giving a close-up of the big screen.
"...Twenty-one seconds." Oscar continued, "Are you all as nervous as me?" He said, approaching the contestants' seat sideways. "But the most nervous one... is undoubtedly ours.
The seven writers, I wonder how their creative progress is..."
Next, there was a rather abrupt silence.
These ten seconds will be handed over to the post-processing personnel. When the film is finished, this section of the screen will be divided into several pieces. While the countdown is playing, close-ups of the players will be constantly switched, and then paired with
The BGM with a strong sense of imminence...creates a feeling like "the TV screen will explode when the time is up".
I don’t know why, but techniques like this... have been tried and tested in various variety shows and have remained popular for a long time.
"Time's up!" Oscar added after the countdown ended, and then said directly to the big screen, "Without further ado...please look at...the random numbers."
Seven Arabic numerals flashed rapidly on the screen, and after a few seconds, they suddenly stopped at the number "6".
"Huh... This is also done secretly..." Feng Bujue thought in his mind, "In this round, it is obvious that the later the person who announces the outline is more advantageous, they have more time to think... and the first one
Those who appear are the most unlucky. By the time the scores were given, the following narratives had already diluted the audience’s impression of the first story." His eyes looked at Fei Ran intentionally or unintentionally, "As expected of Director Fei... he did a great job.
Very clever. I think the last person to announce it is Night Fire. Hmm... If it were me, I would also separate the narration order of soda and Night Fire by at least two people. If Soda is counting down
The second appearance is in contrast to Night Fire, and the latter will be in trouble..."
Brother Jue's mind flashed with lightning, and all these thoughts passed through his mind in just three seconds.
And Oscar just walked up to him at this time: "I don't know, I still remember that the last time you came to our show, you won the second place in this round. Although you were unfortunately eliminated in the end, your
This story with a very prank spirit still left a deep impression on everyone." Under the prompts of the staff (through headphones), he briefly reviewed Brother Jue's past performance, "I wonder what you will do today...
What a surprise it brings us."
"Surprise is for sure..." Feng Bujue replied expressionlessly, "I'm so happy...hehe..."
"Then, please start...start..." When Oscar said this, there was an unexpected pause between "start" and "start", because at that second, he saw
Brother Jue's console...the screen is completely empty. Not a single word has been touched.
"Once upon a time, there were two people." Feng Bujue intertwined his fingers, put his hands under his nose, and made Commander Ikari's signature move, and said coldly, "One is named Zhang San. The other is named 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, "One evening, Zhang San invited Li Si out and wanted to race him..."
"Huh?" Oscar was stunned and thought to himself, "Running?"
"The location of the competition is on a grassland..." Feng Bujue continued, "Li Si is lame, nicknamed Tieguai Li, and he usually relies on crutches to help him walk. Zhang San is an athlete, two meters tall.
One-six, with long legs, was nicknamed Chamberlain."
"Is it really just a nickname..." Oscar really wanted to say this, but he could only hold back.
"The two stood side by side, and the arrogant Zhang San asked Li Si to call and prepare to run." Feng Bujue said, "So, Li Si said, 'Everyone is on your place...walk!'"
"What the hell are you walking on!" Oscar exclaimed in his heart.
"Li Si rushed out before he finished speaking." Feng Bujue said, "Zhang San didn't pay attention to the other party's despicable cheating behavior. He smiled calmly and rushed to follow."
"Anyone who wants to run a race with a lame man is not a gentleman, right?"
"In a matter of ten seconds, Zhang San surpassed Li Si and opened a distance of hundreds of meters. He ran at this speed for a while... When he looked back, the limping Li Si had become
"I found a tiny black spot on the grassland," Brother Jue said. "Zhang San thought to himself: The finish line is just five meters away. I'm sure to win. It's better to lie down and take a nap."
"You're crazy! You should run five more meters!"
"Zhang San was lying on the grassland, blowing the warm evening breeze, and after a while... he really closed his eyelids and fell asleep." Feng Bujue continued, "And Li Si was chasing and chasing, turning and turning...
When he walked to Zhang San, he was exhausted."
"Haha... If it were me... Seeing Zhang San stand up at this time, I would beat him into a cripple with a cane..." Oscar's inner complaints continued uninterrupted.
"And Zhang San is still sleeping...Although Li Si also wants to take a rest, he knows that Zhang San runs faster than him, and he can only win if he persists." Brother Jue looked solemn, "After a fierce ideological struggle,
, Li Si still gritted his teeth and kept moving forward."
"It's only five meters! Fighting is nothing! Just move a few steps during the struggle and you'll be there!"
"Finally, Li Si crossed the finish line." Feng Bujue's story came to an end, "Zhang Sanyi woke up and looked back... Huh? Why is Li Si missing?" He used a method of lecturing to kindergarten children.
In a tone of voice, he added vividly, "Oh, that's incredible! Li Si has already crossed the finish line. Zhang San was anxious when he saw it, but it would be useless for him to catch up now. Li Si has already won." He shook his head.
Shaking his head, he sighed, "Ah... it's really thought-provoking..."
"Director... let's call security..." Oscar turned his head and switched the microphone to background communication mode.
"No need..." Fei Ran said, "He has finished speaking. It's too late to drive him out..."
"No...I mean, let the security be on standby." Oscar whispered, "If the audience throws debris on the stage, or rushes directly towards him, the security guard can resist for a while..."
"It's okay... Just be patient." Fei Ran said, "Find a way to cover up the past..."
"Cover it up!" Oscar actually swore at the chief director in the communication, "Even the kindergarten children can tell that this is the tortoise and the hare!"
"Calm down...be calm..." Feiran said in a firm tone, "Choose something nice to say, if you can't tell a few jokes or change the subject..."
The part where Oscar held his earphones and whispered would naturally be edited out in the later stages, so he simply talked for more than three minutes.
Three minutes later, Oscar adjusted his mood and expression, and then turned the microphone back to the host's channel: "Ha..." He smiled, and the smile was as fake as possible, "I don't know... your story... the whole
Come and see...it's quite educational..."
"Porphyry--" The audience immediately booed. This time, the entire audience was booing Brother Jue. Some of the fans who supported him had left the venue angrily, and the rest basically turned from fans to fans.
Throwing away the banners and slogans, I joined the camp that booed him.
"Haha... of course, this is a modification of the tortoise and the hare race." Feng Bujuetian smiled shamelessly and replied calmly.
"Don't go too far!" Suddenly, Ye Zhihuo, who was sitting next to contestant seat No. 7, said loudly.
This situation is unprecedented... In the history of the recording 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,
... Whoever says what, when, and what to say... are all guided by him as the host.
But now, an unexpected situation has occurred.
"Attention all units, don't stop, keep recording!" Fei Ran's excited voice sounded in the staff's headphones. It seemed... the director liked this scene.
"No matter what your purpose is. Please don't tarnish this sacred stage with this attitude." Ye Zhihuo glared at Brother Jue righteously and said.
"Oh?" Feng Bujue turned his head and looked at Ye Zhihuo with a sarcastic smile, "Is this stage sacred?"
Before he finished speaking, Brother Jue suddenly stood up.
Near the stage, several security guards outside the camera broke into cold sweat. They all thought to themselves: No way... are we really required to appear...
Feng Bujue took two steps and came to stand in front of the No. 7 contestant of Night Fire. He put his hands on the operating table, put his face in front of the opponent, and stared at the latter...
Faced with Brother Jue's actions, Ye Zhihuo was suddenly at a loss... He originally wanted to gain some popularity for himself through what he said just now, and conveniently gave the guy next to him who ranked second in the online vote a blow. It was exactly that.
The strategy of "adding insult to injury, humiliating others and respecting oneself" kills two birds with one stone.
Unexpectedly... Feng Bujue actually left his seat and came directly towards him. Look at this posture... Could he be planning to take action?
Ye Zhihuo is about thirty years old this year. He is dressed energetically and wears a slim-fitting suit, but it is still difficult to hide his rather plump figure.
And Feng Bujue... although he seems to be thin, but after regular exercise during the recent period, his body has become very strong and has clear lines. Coupled with the suppression of his height, he obviously won't suffer in a fight...
"Hey, hey... what's going on... If you really beat up Ye Zhihuo, you won't just be pulled 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 solemnly, "...then why are you here?"
"What do you mean by that!" Ye Zhihuo was furious on the spot as if his hair was fried.
Because, he heard another meaning in Brother Jue's words...
Ye Zhihuo himself knows best that his "No. 1 popularity vote in the resurrection competition" was achieved through secret operations... To put it more bluntly - he paid for it. Just like some Internet writers
Just like spending money to improve his performance on the website, Ye Zhihuo also did similar things to get himself ranked first in the online selection. In addition, he also used some connections to put pressure on the TV station executives through sponsors.
, paving the way for himself to enter the finals.
When Feng Bujue used his so-called "holy" remarks to ridicule him, Ye Zhihuo naturally became angry.
"It's nothing, I'm just talking casually. If you don't like to hear it, I'll say something else." Feng Bujue suddenly smiled again, turned around leisurely, and returned to his seat.
The audience on the sidelines were stunned, not knowing how to react...
When Oscar saw that the situation had eased, he quickly said: "Ah...haha...I don't realize I'm still so joking..." He tried to use laughter to dilute the terrifying atmosphere. The next step was to change the topic.
"Speaking of which... I don't realize that your creation this time actually has some highlights. At least it has a lot of flaws."
"Where is it?" Feng Bujue was trying to undermine himself, "I said this story was adapted from The Tortoise and the Hare. Even if there are highlights, 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's leave the mess to post-processing) and the atmosphere, he said directly, "No.
I feel... to be honest, I'm quite shocked. What does your performance today... mean?"
"Ha... you will understand when the program ends..." 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 sounds like you are just as powerful as you are if you perform normally..." Ye Zhihuo snorted coldly from the side.
Feng Bujue didn't care about this at all. He didn't even look at Ye Zhihuo. He just smiled and said, "It doesn't matter if you say I'm arrogant. I don't want anyone to understand. I'm proud of myself."
