Chapter 551 Laughing at the World of Red Dust

"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 we’re giving... 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, tables , Graffiti... You can plan whatever you want." He paused, "And the time for this round is still ten minutes."

After saying that, [he looked at the contestants' bench and spoke quickly: "Now... the second round begins!"

Tick ​​tick tick...

Before Oscar finished speaking, the sound effect of a clock rang out. This is 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 Easter match.

"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 he made some eye contact with the audience to make his speech look more natural, "And today... on the stage of the resurrection night, only one contestant can advance to the finals. In other words... we will Not one person was eliminated, but six people." He stated this well-known nonsense again in an extremely serious tone, but there was no sense of violation, "But if... we can get the lead in this round, then. It goes without saying...it’s like having one foot on the threshold of the finals.”

As he spoke, the timer on the big screen had gone off for nearly two minutes. Six of the seven writers present have picked up electronic pens. Get busy at the workbench. Only Feng Bujue... held his cheeks with both hands, raised his head at a 45-degree angle and looked at the ceiling. He didn'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 heart. "Or... is he just trying to impress people?"

"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 figuring this out, 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 have to win at all costs, but for others, they can't get rid of it. drop the burden.

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Ten minutes passed quickly, during this period. Oscar stepped 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 can 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 in 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's 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. Seven writers, I wonder how their creative progress is..."

Next, there was a rather abrupt silence.

These ten seconds will be handed over to 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, coupled with BGM with a strong sense of imminence... to create a sense of "when the time is up" It feels like the TV screen will explode.

I don't know why, 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".

"Heh... this is also a covert operation..." Feng Bujue thought to himself, "In this round, it is obvious that the later the outline is released, the more advantageous it is. They have more time to think... and the first person to appear is the most unlucky. By the time the rating is given, the following paragraphs of narration have 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 very good job. I guess the last person to be announced... is Ye Zhihuo. Well... if it were me, I would also separate the narration order of Soda from Ye Zhihuo by at least two people. If Soda is the second to last to appear, in contrast to Ye Zhihuo, then the latter will be in trouble..."

Brother Jue's mind flashed, and all these thoughts passed through his mind in just three seconds.

Oscar just walked in front of him at this time: "Bujue, remember 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 story with a very funny spirit still left a deep impression on everyone." Under the prompting of the staff (through the headset), he briefly reviewed Brother Jue's past performance, "I wonder what kind of surprise you will bring us today."

"Surprise is for sure..." Feng Bujue replied expressionlessly, "Happy... hehe..."

"Then, please start..." When Oscar said this, there was an unexpected pause between "start" and "begin", because at that second, he saw Brother Jue's operating table... The screen was empty. Not a single stroke was moved.

"Once upon a time, there were two people." Feng Bujue intertwined his fingers, put his hands under his nose, and made Commander Ding's signature move, and said coldly. "One is called Zhang San, and the other is called Li Si."

The scene suddenly became very quiet...

All the audience present today, including fans of other writers. Everyone was looking forward to Feng Bujue's performance in the stroke of genius. Because no one knew what this guy would come up with...

Feng Bujue's story gradually unfolded, "One evening, Zhang San asked Li Si out to compete with him in a running race..."

"Huh?" Oscar was stunned and thought, "Running?"

"The competition took place on a grassland..." Feng Bujue continued, "Li Si is lame, nicknamed Tieguai Li, and usually has to rely on crutches to help him walk. And Zhang San is an athlete. He is 2.16 meters tall, with long legs, and is nicknamed Chamberlain."

"Is it really just a nickname..." Oscar really wanted to add this sentence, but he could only hold back.

"The two stood side by side, and the arrogant Zhang San asked Li Si to shout ready to run." Feng Bujue said, "So, Li Si said 'Everyone... Walk!'"

"What the hell is walking!" Oscar exclaimed in his heart.

"Li Si rushed out before he finished speaking." Feng Bujue said, "Zhang San didn't care about the other party's despicable cheating behavior. He smiled calmly and ran to catch up."

"A guy who finds a lame person to race is not a gentleman!"

"In just a dozen seconds, Zhang San surpassed Li Si and opened up a distance of hundreds of meters. He ran at this speed for a while... When he looked back, the limping Li Si had become a tiny black dot on the grassland." Brother Jue said, "Zhang San thought: The finish line is only five meters away, I'm sure to win, so I might as well lie down and take a nap."

"What a psycho! Why don't you run another five meters!"

"Zhang San was lying on the grassland, enjoying the warm evening breeze, and soon...he really closed his eyes and fell asleep." Feng Bujue continued, "while Li Si kept chasing and turning...when he got to Zhang San's side, he was exhausted."

"Hehe...if it were me...when I saw Zhang San stand up at this time, I would use my crutches to beat him into a cripple..." Oscar's inner complaints continued.

"And Zhang San is still sleeping... Although Li Si also wants to rest for a while, 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 persisted forward."

"It's only five meters! What's the point of struggling! Wouldn't it be enough to move a few steps during the struggle!"

"Finally, Li Si crossed the finish line." Feng Bujue's story was coming to an end, "Zhang San woke up and looked back... Hey? Why is Li Si gone?" He continued in a tone of lecturing to kindergarten children, vividly, "Oh, it's terrible! Li Si has crossed the finish line. Zhang San was anxious when he saw it, but it was useless for him to catch up now, Li Si had already won." He shook his head and sighed, "Ah... It's really thought-provoking..."

"Director... Let's call security..." Oscar turned his head and switched the microphone to the backstage communication mode.

"No need..." Feiran said, "He's already finished talking, it's too late to chase him out..."

"No... I mean, let the security guards stand by." Oscar whispered, "In case the audience throws debris onto the stage, or rushes directly towards him, the security guards can hold them off for a while..."

"It's okay... Just take it easy." Feiran said, "Find a way to cover it up..."

"Cover up what!" Oscar actually cursed at the director during the call, "Kindergarten kids can hear that this is a tortoise and hare race!"

"Calm down... Be calm..." Feiran said in a firm tone, "Say something nice, or tell a few jokes if that doesn't work. Change the subject..."

The part where Oscar was whispering while holding the headset would naturally be cut in the later stage, so he simply spoke for more than three minutes.

Three minutes later, Oscar adjusted his mood and expression, and turned the microphone back to the host channel: "Ha..." He smiled, and the smile was as fake as it could be, "Bujue... your story... overall... is still quite educational..."

"Boo——" The audience booed in an instant. This time, the whole audience was booing Brother Jue. Some of the fans who supported him had already left angrily, and the rest basically turned from fans to haters. They threw away the banners and joined the booing camp.

"Haha... of course, this is a modification of the tortoise and the hare race." Feng Bujue smiled shamelessly and replied calmly.

"Don't go too far!" Suddenly, Ye Zhihuo, who was sitting in the No. 7 contestant seat next to him, spoke loudly.

This situation is unprecedented... In the history of "I am a Writer". There has never been a scene where two contestants clashed on the spot. Oscar has a strong ability to control the scene. Generally speaking, who, 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 seems that the director is happy to see this scene.

"No matter what your purpose is, please don't use this attitude to defile this sacred stage." Ye Zhihuo glared at Jue Ge 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, Jue Ge suddenly stood up.

Near the stage, several security guards outside the camera were sweating coldly. They all thought: No way... Are we really going to perform...

Feng Bujue took two steps and stood in front of the No. 7 contestant of Ye Zhihuo. He placed his hands on the operating table, put his face in front of the contestant, 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 his words just now, and also hit the guy who ranked second in the online vote next to him. It was a plan of "adding insult to injury and respecting oneself" to kill two birds with one stone.

Unexpectedly... Feng Bujue actually left his seat and approached directly. Looking at this posture... Is he going to fight?

Ye Zhihuo is about 30 years old this year. He is dressed very energetically and wears a slim suit, but it is still difficult to hide his relatively bloated body.

And Feng Bujue...although he looks thin, after regular exercise in recent times, his body has become very strong and well-defined; plus the height, he obviously won't suffer a loss in a fight...

"Hey, hey...what are you doing...if you really beat up Ye Zhihuo, it won't be a matter of being dragged 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's eyes and said in a deep voice, "...then why are you here?"

"What do you mean by that!" Ye Zhihuo was furious on the spot.

Because he heard another meaning from Brother Jue's words...

Ye Zhihuo himself knew best that his "No. 1 in the popularity vote for the resurrection match" was achieved by a secret operation...To put it more bluntly-he paid for it. Just like some online writers spend money to brush up their scores on the website, Ye Zhihuo also did something similar to make himself rank first in the online vote. In addition, he also used some connections to put pressure on the TV station's top management through sponsors, paving the way for himself to enter the finals.

When Feng Bujue used his so-called "sacred" remarks to ridicule him, Ye Zhihuo was naturally angry.

"Nothing, just talking casually, if you don't like 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...

Oscar saw that the situation had eased, and hurriedly said: "Ah... Haha... Bujue is still so fond of joking..." He tried to use laughter to dilute the terrifying atmosphere. The next step is to change the subject, "By the way... Bujue, your creation this time actually has some highlights, at least there are quite a few flaws."

"How can there be?" Feng Bujue was exposing himself, "I said this story is adapted from the tortoise and the hare race. Even if there are highlights, I am just 'high-level copying'."

"Uh..." Oscar really couldn't continue the conversation. He sighed, and didn't care about the on-site effects (it really doesn't matter now, let the mess be dealt with in post-production) and the atmosphere. He said directly, "Bujue... To be honest, I am quite shocked. Your performance today... What exactly does it mean?"

"Hehe... When the program is recorded, you will understand..." Feng Bujue put his hands behind his head again, and replied in a relaxed tone, "For now... just treat it as my abnormal performance."

"Humph... It's as if you are so great if you perform normally..." Ye Zhihuo snorted coldly beside him.

Feng Bujue didn't care about it at all. He didn't even look at Ye Zhihuo. He just smiled and said, "You can say that I look down on everyone. I don't ask anyone to understand. I am just too proud." (To be continued...)