After Feng Bujue's article was revealed, the scene fell into silence.
Maybe the audience was hesitating...should they applaud this guy who was messing around all over the place?
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 kept fooling around. But now, isn't this behavior the same as saying... "I'm 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, he didn't need to read out the entire writing content for this round. He was also watching the big screen with the audience. So what was he thinking?
You can answer the call at any time, there is no need to rush to speak at a specific time.
"Well...I think everyone has seen the contestant's answer." A few minutes later, Oscar received the director's instructions on the communication channel, and he felt confident before speaking, "...Uh, I don't know.
Ah. To be honest, if you had performed like this in the first two rounds, you probably wouldn't have fallen behind, right?"
"Hmph..." Feng Bujue sneered, "I don't think so."
Oscar realized something alertly and did not answer the question. He just turned around and shrugged towards the camera, and then walked to contestant seat No. 7: "Then... let's watch today's finale..."
He waved his arm and gestured to the big screen, "... Let's reveal together the final chapter created by Night Fire."
The next second, the masterpiece that Night Spark had written for an hour and a half was displayed on the screen.
In this round, his performance was indeed very good. Because Feng Bujue left the stage for a while, Ye Zhihuo's mood calmed down a lot. Without being distracted, he wrote a high-quality paragraph.
end.
Of course... this has something to do with the novel itself that he "randomly" picked up. The team behind the scenes specially selected an urban novel whose writing style is similar to Night Fire, but slightly inferior to his urban novel, and the original author of this book has no
Too many holes were dug, and the structure of the entire story was relatively small... In short, in this round, the program team provided various favorable factors to reduce the difficulty of writing Night Fire.
According to Fei Ran's original words: "Director, I can only help you so far."
"Wow! Night Fire is really extraordinary!" Not long after, Oscar commented loudly, "After reading this article... I feel... the suspense of the championship on the resurrection night... has become smaller and smaller.
"Before the results were announced, he already said something very suggestive.
Immediately afterwards, the fans of Night Fire took the lead in cheering in the audience. The director followed suit and directed the audience to applaud together. Together with the epic BGM inserted in time by the DJ on site, he successfully created a
Very warm atmosphere.
After the commotion, Oscar wiped his sweat, breathed a sigh of relief, and said: "Huh... Dear viewers, the tense moment has arrived again... Now, please cast... your last vote tonight.
." After he said this, he immediately added, "The time is...three minutes."
This time, the program crew directly displayed a countdown to the voting time on the big screen, seemingly to urge the audience to make a choice quickly.
This move is also very beneficial to Ye Zhihuo, who was the last to publish the article. The length of the voting time limit is not important, what is important is the "time limit", as long as such a idea is planted in the minds of the audience
concepts, they will make decisions faster and their thinking will become less detailed.
In this way... the final chapter will have the upper hand. First, because the memory is still fresh and the impression is still there; second, because the audience needs to re-recall and appreciate the previous six articles, which also requires a certain amount of time.
Time.
"Tick-tock, tick-tock..."
The DJ did not forget to help, and turned on such sound effects in the audience area at the right time, as if he was afraid that they would think too much...
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Three minutes passed in the blink of an eye...
When the timer reached zero, Oscar responded: "OK! Time's up!" He faced the audience, "On behalf of every contestant, thank you for your careful choice."
After that, he bowed, and the audience gave him a round of applause.
"At this moment, the evaluation of the twenty expert judges is still going on. Faced with such seven excellent answers, they must be extremely entangled..." Oscar continued, "Of course. For us contestants, today's competition is over.
." He turned to face the players' seat, "No matter what the result is, I think... everyone has no regrets." He walked over slowly. "Let us finish the second part of the question and answer session in a relaxed atmosphere.
Bar."
"Then let's..." Oscar glanced at the seven writers, "... let's start asking questions according to the ranking order as of the last round." He took a step forward and walked to the seat of contestant No. 6.
"Let's start with... Bujue, the last one on the list." He looked at Brother Jue and said, "Bujue, which writer do you want to ask a question?"
"Ye Zhihuo." Feng Bujue said nothing, turned his head, looked at Ye Zhihuo who was sitting next to him, and asked, "Let me ask... do you like writing?"
He asked quite suddenly, and did not relay it through Oscar. He just finished the whole sentence directly into the microphone in front of the contestants' table.
Ye Zhihuo's response was quite quick. He didn't want to give people the impression that "I was overwhelmed by such a simple question," so he immediately responded: "I use the pen name of 'Ye Zhihuo'."
The creation started a year ago." He paused, "I have loved literature very much since I was a child. I read many books and wrote many articles. After graduating from college, I relied on my pen to earn a living... Later, for my literary dream
, so he became a full-time writer." His answer was quite witty, and he took advantage of the situation and added some remarks to please the audience.
"Well, I wish you can go further and further on the road of literature." Oscar praised again, then turned to Brother Jue and said, "I wonder if Ye Zhihuo's answer satisfies you?"
"The answer is wrong and full of nonsense." Feng Bujue responded with eight words without expression.
At this moment, the atmosphere in the audience dropped to freezing point...
Not to mention the audience, the brains of many staff members were short-circuited, and Oscar showed an expression of shock and confusion in front of the camera like never before.
"What's wrong?" Feng Bujue looked at the stunned Oscar and said, "Go on, Yamcha will ask the next question."
"Quick! Take action before the night fire quarrels with him!" Fei Ran's urgent words also sounded from Oscar's headphones at this moment.
Oscar was ordered to turn around and came to the No. 2 contestant's seat with a gliding step... He quickly adjusted his expression and said: "Okay... next, Yamcha... who do you want to ask questions?"
"Uh..." Yamcha couldn't take his eyes away from Feng Bujue, and he said without looking back, "I want to ask Brother Jue..." He tilted his head slightly and said into the microphone, "Before
I just noticed... There is a well-known player in a very popular online game recently. His ID is very similar to your pen name. He also looks..."
"No comment." Feng Bujue interrupted him and continued in a tone of educating children, "Also... young people should not be addicted to games and write books."
"Okay... okay..." The corners of Yamcha's mouth twitched, and she gave up on the spot.
"Brother Dadi! Brother Dadi is more reliable! Hurry up and find Brother Dadi!" Feiran shouted a few words quickly in the communication channel.
Oscar was completely out of ideas at this moment, so just let the director say whatever he said. He didn't even answer Yamcha's words. He turned to Uncle Dadi in 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 already middle-aged, very good at observing people's emotions, and he also leaves a little room for everything. Therefore, he chose to cooperate with the host to divert everyone's attention.
force.
So Uncle Dadi immediately asked Soda Water an insignificant question, and Soda Water gave a brief and decent answer.
Then, when it was Soda's turn to ask questions, he asked Uncle Dadi a similar question...
With the joint efforts of these two people, the audience's attention finally shifted away from Feng Bujue and Ye Zhihuo... and the atmosphere at the scene became slightly normal.
After that, Goth sister Rose refused to ask questions and declared that if anyone asked her questions, she would also refuse to answer.
Next time...it's the bandit general's turn.
"I also want to ask...Ye Zhihuo." The bandit general smiled and turned to Ye Zhihuo, "Did you enjoy today's game...?"
Apart from Night Fire, Bandit General was obviously the one who cared most about this resurrection match among the writers. At the beginning, he used words to insinuate Night Fire's cheating behavior. But... that's all.
. The bandit general also understood in his heart that even without the Night Fire, if he wanted to win the resurrection competition, he would still have to rely on the abnormality of other writers...
But... now that the matter has come to this, the bandit general will not let go of the opportunity to finish the attack and take pleasure in his misfortune.
"Haha...hehe..." Ye Zhihuo's smile was as embarrassing as it was. He was so upset by Feng Bujue that he could hardly speak... there were too many words in the scene... it seemed hypocritical.
.Tell the truth...I'm afraid it will appear stingy.
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Fifteen minutes later, Feng Bujue was in the lounge.
The lighting, camera and recording were all set up. Oscar and Brother Jue sat across from each other, ready to start the interview.
The previous recording was interrupted...
After CUT, Night Fire came off the stage to say a few words to the director, and then left angrily with his entourage. However, the other contestants stayed and recorded the remaining scoring part together. As for Night Fire’s scene, we will discuss it later
Recorded separately.
Later... all the question and answer sessions in this episode were naturally cut out. The people behind the scenes did a lot of editing before they mixed the many separately recorded shots together to make the master tape of this episode... Fortunately
, this revival match will not be broadcast until the end of June, so there is still plenty of time for post-production.
"Can we start?" Oscar held the manuscript and looked at Brother Jue and asked.
"You can do it anytime." Feng Bujue replied.
"OK, action!" 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. He seemed very relaxed now, as if he was chatting with a friend: "Ha...yeah...I think it's quite normal." He picked up the tablet at hand and dragged the progress bar.
"Let's talk about the first round first... Did you copy the lyrics in the entire paragraph?"
"I demonstrated it." Feng Bujue said, "That's called plagiarism."
Oscar nodded: "So...the story of the second round of the tortoise and the hare..."
"I told you, high-level copying." Feng Bujue said.
"Why...do you have to do this in the game?" Oscar said.
"I want to see the audience's reaction." Feng Bujue replied.
"That's no need to look at it..." Oscar said with a smile, "You must be despised by others."
"Really? Then why is it not like this on the larger stage of reality?" Feng Bujue answered the question with another question, "Could it be that such a simple truth can only become true at this time and here?
Black and white?"
Oscar was slightly startled: "This..."
"Does it mean that... no matter what means I use to achieve success, as long as someone cleans the floor for me afterwards, I will feel at ease? Will I really be clean?" Feng Bujue asked again.
"You will offend your colleagues by talking like this." Oscar said with a smile, trying to change the subject.
"Haha... not just colleagues... film and television media, game software, electronic products..." Feng Bujue said, "I've seen so much that I've become numb..." He smiled, "So... I just saw the audience
My fans at the table also came to boo me. I was very happy."
Oscar was silent for a few seconds, looked at Brother Jue with a rather admiring look, and then moved the progress bar on the tablet: "In the third round, your performance was very good, and it took more time to
It's been less than half an hour since you got up." He paused, "Sure enough...is this your true strength?"
"That's what you think." Feng Bujue smiled.
At this time, Oscar read the question script and raised his hand to gesture to the staff behind him. The radio engineer and cameraman immediately understood and stopped filming.
Then, Oscar changed his tone and said to Brother Jue: "Well... according to the regulations, all the contestants who came to participate in the resurrection competition today must say a few words to the writer who was successfully resurrected. 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 Night Fire is really deep. I have already helped you get to this point. What else do you want to do..."
After seeing this, I think everyone should understand. That's right... the person who is really extremely unhappy with Night Fire... is 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 secretly conspired to direct today's drama... But Ye Zhihuo, who had a ghost in his heart, could only
I can accept the order in full dejectedly.
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On the evening of June 8th, Feng Bujue was at home.
"You guys...don't you have to go to work or go to 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... this large group of people were all sitting in front of the screen of his home theater, watching "I" he brought back from the TV station
It's the writer - the unedited version of "Resurrection Night".
"It's rare for guests to come to your house. You should be happy." Ouyang Jian took an apple, walked all the way from the kitchen, stood next to Brother Jue, and said. "By the way...why are there underwear in your refrigerator?"
Feng Bujue slowly turned his head, stared at the litigator and said, "Everyone... they really don't regard themselves as outsiders!" He snatched the apple from Ouyang Jian's hand, "I haven't asked you yet?
Why are you here to join in the fun?"
"I called him on the way here." An Yueqin, who was sitting not far away, raised her head and said.
Ouyang Jian took advantage of the situation and said: "That is to say...let me, a professional, come over and see...whether your various behaviors in this program will constitute a condition for litigation." He said, and then took it back.
He looked at the apple in Brother Jue's hand and said, "If there is any problem... I can prepare in advance."
"Obviously I came here to watch the fun... and what I said was reasonable..." Feng Bujue continued with empty eyes, "I have already colluded with the chief director, how could there be any clues in the official version of the broadcast?
?”
"Shhh - stop talking, let's start!" Xiao Tan said excitedly.
Before he finished speaking, the first scene of the program appeared on the TV screen.
After one hour……
All the feature films of the competition have been played, and the video has entered the backstage interview stage. Images of Oscar talking to Brother Jue, and images of him interviewing other writers alternately appeared.
"Before you leave our stage, can you say a few words to Ye Zhihuo who entered the finals?" Oscar asked with a smile on the screen.
"Well... okay..." The camera cut to Feng Bujue, who replied in a long tone with a listless expression on his face.
"Oh, by the way, according to statistics from our backstage staff, you quoted a lot of songs written or composed by Mr. Li Zongsheng today..." Oscar said again, "How about..." As he spoke, he handed over the tablet in his hand.
To Feng Bujue, "How about you leave a message in the form of lyrics?"
"Ha, ha, ha..." Feng Bujue laughed three times in a straight voice, "It's just what I wanted..."
Then, as if he had prepared it in advance, he quickly wrote on the tablet:
[If you want it but can't get it, what will happen to your life?
Those who should give up are reluctant to let go, and only care about entangled with worldly things.
By the time you realize that compromise is a thief, it has already stolen all your choices.
Fame and wealth are just a high fever, followed closely by regrets, which will never get better.
I can forgive, but I can't stop.
Feeling sad alone at night.
He is young and frivolous, but he pretends to be vicissitudes of life.
Who gave you the courage to pretend?
A discarded ideal is like a slap in the face.
Get a slap in the face every time you remember a sentence.
Then I started to reflect and hate myself for being dirty.】
