Chapter 554 A Song for Myself

After Feng Bujue's article was revealed, the scene fell into silence.

Maybe the audience was hesitating... Should they applaud this guy who was making trouble all the time?

In a sense, Brother Jue suddenly became serious in the last round, which made people feel even more uncomfortable...

If he just made trouble to the end, it would be fine. But now this kind of behavior is equivalent to saying... "Sorry, I was just teasing you before."

Even Oscar, who has a lot of hosting experience, didn't know how to react for a while. Fortunately, he didn't need to read out the entire writing content of this round, and he was watching the big screen with the audience. So he could respond whenever he wanted, without having to rush to speak at a specific time.

"Well... I think everyone has seen the answer of contestant Bujue." A few minutes later, Oscar got the director's instructions on the communication channel and had a clear mind, so he spoke, "... Uh, Bujue. To be honest, if you had performed like this in the first two rounds, you might not have fallen behind, right?"

"Hmph..." Feng Bujue sneered, "I don't think so."

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Oscar was alert and realized something, but didn't respond. He just turned around and shrugged at the camera, then walked to the No. 7 contestant seat: "Then... Next, let's watch today's finale..." He waved his arm to the big screen again, "... Let's reveal together the final chapter created by Ye Zhihuo."

The next second, Ye Zhihuo's masterpiece, which took an hour and a half to write, was displayed on the screen.

In this round, his performance was indeed very good. Because Feng Bujue temporarily left the stage, Ye Zhihuo's emotions calmed down a lot. In a state of no distraction, he wrote a high-quality ending.

Of course... This is also somewhat related to the novel he "randomly" got. The team behind the scenes specially selected an urban novel with a similar style to Night Fire, but slightly inferior in quality, and the original author of this book did not dig too many holes. The structure of the whole story is also 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 here."

"Wow! Night Fire is really extraordinary!" Not long after, Oscar commented loudly, "After reading such an article... I think... the suspense of the champion of the resurrection night... has become smaller and smaller." Before the result was announced, he had already said a very suggestive word.

Then, the fans of Night Fire took the lead in cheering in the audience. The director followed suit, commanding the audience to applaud and cheer together, and with the epic BGM inserted in time by the live DJ, he successfully created an extremely warm atmosphere.

After the noise. Oscar wiped his sweat, exhaled, and said, "Huh... Dear audience, the tense moment has come again... Now, please cast... your last vote tonight." After he said this, he immediately added, "The time is... three minutes."

This time, the program team directly played the countdown of the voting time on the big screen. It seems that they want to urge the audience to make a choice quickly.

This move. For Ye Zhihuo, who announced the article last... it is also very beneficial. The length of the voting time limit is not important, what is important is "there is a time limit". As long as such a concept is planted in the minds of the audience, they will make decisions faster and think less carefully.

In this way... the last chapter will take the lead. First, because the memory is still fresh and the impression is still there; second, because the audience has to recall and savor the previous six articles again. It also takes a certain amount of time.

"Tick, tick..."

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. It passed in the blink of an eye...

When the timer reached zero, Oscar said, "OK! Time's up!" He turned to the audience and said, "On behalf of every contestant, thank you for your careful choice."

After that, he bowed and the audience applauded.

"At this moment, the twenty expert judges are still discussing. Facing these seven excellent answers, they must be very confused..." Oscar continued, "Of course, for us contestants, today's competition is over." He turned to face the contestant seat, "No matter what the result is, I think... everyone has no regrets." He walked over slowly, "Let's finish the second part of the Q&A session in a relaxed atmosphere."

"Then let's..." Oscar's eyes swept over the seven writers, "... Let's start asking questions in the order of ranking up to the last round." He took a step and walked to the sixth contestant seat, "Let's start with... Bujue, who is temporarily ranked last." He looked at Brother Jue and said, "Bujue, which writer do you want to ask a question to?"

"Ye Zhihuo." Feng Bujue turned his head without saying a word, looked at Ye Zhihuo sitting next to him and asked, "Let me ask you... Do you like writing?"

He asked quite suddenly, and did not relay it through Oscar, but just said the whole sentence directly using the microphone in front of the contestant seat.

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 been very passionate about literature 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 untrue 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 unprecedented look of shock and confusion in front of the camera.

"What's wrong?" Feng Bujue looked at the stunned Oscar and said, "Go on, Yamcha will ask the next question."

"Quick! Take advantage of the fact that Night Fire doesn't quarrel with him. Act quickly!" Fei Ran's urgent words also sounded from Oscar's headphones at this moment.

Oscar was ordered to turn around and slide to the No. 2 contestant's seat... 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 famous player in a very popular online game recently, and his ID looks very similar to your pen name..."

"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! Go find Brother Dadi quickly!" Feiran shouted a few words quickly in the communication channel.

Oscar was completely out of ideas at this moment. Let it be whatever the director says. 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 extra room for everything. Therefore, he chose to cooperate with the host to divert everyone's attention.

So Uncle Dadi immediately asked Soda an irrelevant question. Soda also gave a short 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.

And after this. Goth sister Rose declined the question and stated that if someone asked her a question, she would refuse to answer it.

Next time...it's the bandit general's turn.

"I also want to ask...Ye Zhihuo." The bandit general turned his head to Ye Zhihuo with a smile, "Did you enjoy today's game...?"

Apart from Night Fire, Bandit General is obviously the one who cares most about this resurrection match among all the writers. At the beginning, he used words to insinuate the fraud of Night Fire. But...that's all. The bandit general also knew in his heart that even without the Fire of Night, if he wanted to win the resurrection competition, he would still have to rely on the abnormalities of other writers...

But... now that the matter has come to this, the bandit general will not let go of the opportunity to make a last-ditch attack and rejoice in his misfortune.

"Heh...hehe..." Ye Zhihuo's smile was as embarrassing as it was embarrassing. 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.

Lighting, camera and sound recording are all in place. Oscar and Brother Jue sat across from each other, ready to start the interview.

The previous recording was interrupted...

After the cut, Ye Zhihuo 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 the Night Fire scene, it will be recorded separately in the future.

Later... all the question and answer sessions in this program were naturally cut out. The staff behind the scenes did a lot of editing to mix together many of the separately recorded shots to create the master tape of this issue... Fortunately, this resurrection game 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 entire lyrics?"

"I just 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've said it before, senior copyist." 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.

"Then there's no need to look at it..." Oscar said with a smile, "He must be despised by others."

"Really? Then why is it not like this on the larger stage of reality?" Feng Bujue answered the question again with a 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... no matter what means I use to succeed, as long as someone washes the floor for me afterwards, I will feel at ease? Will I really be clean?" Feng Bujue asked again.

"You will offend your colleagues if you talk like this." Oscar said with a smile, trying to change the subject.

"Haha... not just peers... 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 booed me. "

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 a lot of time. It's been less than half an hour since I got up." He paused. "Sure enough...is this your true strength?"

"That's what you think." Feng Bujue smiled.

At this time, Oscar looked at the question draft. He raised his hand and gestured to the staff behind him. The radio engineer and cameraman understood immediately. Filming stopped.

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. Before you know it, look at this... …”

"I have an idea." At this moment. Feiran, 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..."

Seeing this, I think everyone should understand. That's right... the person who is really extremely unhappy with Fire of the Night... is the chief director Fei Ran.

As early as the "pre-game 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 accept it all in a depressed manner.

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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 the "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, so 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 of them... 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: "In other words... let me, a professional, come over and see... whether your various behaviors in this program will constitute conditions for litigation." He said, and then took it back He picked up the apple in Brother Jue's hand and said, "If there is any problem... I can make preparations 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 broadcast version? ?”

"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 game have been played, and the video has entered the backstage interview stage. Images of Oscar talking to Jue Ge and him interviewing other writers alternately appear.

"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's wrong with you?

Those who should give up are reluctant to let go, and they only care about entangled with worldly things.

By the time you realize that compromise is the thief, it has already stolen all your choices.

Fame and wealth are just a high fever, regret is the cough that follows and never gets better.

I can forgive, but I can't stop it.

I feel sad alone in the night.

I am young and frivolous, but I pretend to be mature.

Who gives you the courage to pretend.

The abandoned ideal is like a slap in the face.

Every time you remember a sentence, you get a slap in the face.

Then I start to reflect and hate my own dirtiness. 】(To be continued..)