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    "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 or 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're giving is the who, when, where and what happened."

    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' seats and spoke quickly: "Then nowthe second round begins!"

    ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ?

    Before Oscar finished speaking, the sound effect of a clock rang out.  This is also the director's arrangementin 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 made some eye contact with the audience to make his speech look more natural."  And todayon the stage of this resurrection night. Only one player can advance to the finals. That meanswe 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, 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 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 mind, "  Oris he just trying to please others?"

    "Nohe's not that kind of person." Oscar thought for a few seconds.  He quickly denied these two speculations: "Wellaccording to his personality, I'm afraid the truth ishe thought the finals were too troublesome, so he deliberately eliminated himself."

    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 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 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.  Let¡¯s talk about what issues should be paid attention to in the next recording.

    It wasn¡¯t until there was thirty seconds left in the countdown on the big screen that Oscar stepped onto the stage again.

    "Attention all units, get ready." Feiran said hello in the headset.

    "Welcome backI 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 periodlet us take a look.  , there is still time left in this round"

    The lens of the main camera cut away at this time.  Give the big screen a close-up.

    "Twenty-one seconds." Oscar continued, "Are you all as nervous as me?" He said, approaching the contestants' seat sideways.  "But the most nervous thingis undoubtedly our seven writers. I don't know how their creative progress is.""What about"

    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, the close-ups of the players will be constantly switched, coupled with the BGM with a strong sense of imminence to create a sense of "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 endured for a long time.

    "Time's up!" Oscar added after the countdown ended, and then said directly to the big screen, "Without further adoplease look atthe 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 announces the outline, the more advantageous it will be. They will have more time to think and the first one will  Those who appear are the most unlucky. By the time the score comes up, the following narratives have 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. Well if it were me, I would also separate the narrative 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: "Unconsciously, 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 funny spirit still left a deep impression on everyone." At the prompt of the staff (through headphones).  He briefly reviewed Brother Jue's past performance, "I wonder what kind of surprise you will bring us today"

    "I'm sure I'm surprised" Feng Bujue replied expressionlessly, "I'm happyhehe"

    "Then, please startstart" 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 was empty.  Not a single move was made.

    "Once upon a time, there were two people." Feng Bujue intertwined his fingers and put his hands under his nose, doing 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 writing, 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 in a running race¡­¡±

    "Huh?" Oscar was stunned and thought to himself.  "running?"

    "The competition took place 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, long legs, nicknamed Chamberlain."

    "Is it really just a nickname" Oscar really wanted to follow this sentence.  But I can only endure it.

    "The two stood side by side, and the arrogant Zhang San asked Li Si to shout to prepare to run." Feng Bujue said, "So, Li Si said, 'Everyone is on your placewalk!'"

    "What the hell are you doing walking!" 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 just 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, Li Si was already limping.  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."

    "Hahaif it were meseeing Zhang San stand up at this time, I would use crutches to beat him into a cripple" Oscar's inner complaints continued uninterrupted.

    "And Zhang San??Sleeping Although Li Si also wanted to take a rest, he knew that Zhang San ran faster than him, and he could only win if he persisted.  Brother Jue looked solemn, "After a fierce ideological struggle, Li Si gritted his teeth and persisted in moving forward.  "

    "It's only five meters! What a waste of fighting! 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 continued, "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 is too late to drive him out"

    "NoI mean, let the security be on standby." Oscar whispered, "In case 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 up!" Oscar actually cursed at the chief director in the communication, "Kindergarten children can tell that this is the tortoise and the hare!"

    "Calm downbe calm" Feiran said in a firm tone, "Choose something nice to say. If you can't tell a few jokes, change the topic"

    The scene where Oscar held his earphones and whispered would naturally be cut 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, this smile could be as fake as possible, "I don't know your story overall  ¡­It¡¯s quite educational¡­¡±

    ¡°Porphyrin¡ª¡ª¡± 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 had basically turned from fans to haters.  Throw down the banners and join the booing camp.

    "Haha Of course, this is a change from 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 him in contestant seat No. 7, said loudly.

    This situation is unprecedented In the history of "I Am a Writer" recording, there has never been a scene where two contestants had a conflict on the spot.  Oscar's ability to control scenes is very strong.  Generally speaking who, when, and what to say are all guided by him as the host.

    But now, something unexpected has happened.

    "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 were sweating. They all thought to themselves: No way are we really required to appear

    Feng Bujue took two steps.  He came to the Night Fire contestant No. 7 and stood in front of him. He put his hands on the operating table, put his face in front of the opponent, and stared at the latter

    Facing Brother Jue¡¯s actions, Ye Zhihuo was at a loss He originally wanted to gain some popularity for himself through what he said just now, and to make up for the guy next to him who ranked second in the online vote.  It is the strategy of killing two birds with one stone by "adding insult to injury and humiliating others and respecting oneself".

    Unexpectedly Feng Bujue actually left his seat and forced himself over.  Look at this posture are you 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 Bujueeven though he looks thin.  But after regular exercise recently, 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

    "Heywhat's going onif you really beat up Ye Zhihuo, you won't just be pulled out by the security guards. Maybe people will sue you" Oscar thought??.

    "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 had exploded.

    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 behind-the-scenes operations To put it more bluntly - he paid for it.  Just like some Internet writers spend money to improve their performance on the website, Ye Zhihuo also did similar things to make himself ranked first in the online selection.  In addition, he also made some connections and put pressure on the TV station executives through sponsors, paving the way for him 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 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: "AhhahaI don't realize you are still so joking" He tried to use laughter to dilute the terrifying atmosphere.  The next step is to change the topic, "Speaking of which 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.  Jue¡­ 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 am 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's okay to say that I am arrogant. I don't want anyone to understand. I am proud of myself."
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