On the 8th of June, on a Sunday afternoon, inside the recording studio of a TV station's variety show.
Feng Bujue sat inside a resting room, waiting for the recording of I Am a Writer Revival Contest to start.
A few minutes earlier, the make-up artist from the show had come in to fix his appearance and hair before leaving. Now, there was only one cameraman left in the room. Due to the need of the recording, unless Brother Jue went to the toilet, the cameraman had to follow him.
This was also a relatively popular filming method nowadays, combining variety shows and reality shows to create a sense of reality by recording the contrast between "on and off stage."
But in reality, it was not to be taken too seriously. Things that should be cut would be cut during editing.
Dong dong!
Suddenly, there was a knock on the door.
"Come in," Feng Bujue answered casually.
It was impossible for him to stop someone from entering because the door was not locked.
"Hey, Bujue, are you ready?" A middle-aged man wearing a cap walked in. He was wearing an ugly work outfit, holding a tablet in his hand, and a tool belt around his waist. Those who did not know him would have mistaken him for a production manager, but in reality, this unassuming middle-aged man was the main director of the show, Fei Ran.
"Actually … there is nothing much to prepare …" Feng Bujue collapsed on the sofa and looked at the director weakly. "It would be best if we could get this done as soon as possible."
"Haha …" Fei Ran laughed and patted the cameraman on his shoulder. He then signaled for him to turn off the camera.
The cameraman nodded and stopped recording.
"Hey, you …" Fei Ran took several steps forward and sat down next to Brother Jue. "This is a show for you, not a serious punishment …" He said as he took out a pack of cigarettes. "You don't mind if I take a puff, right?"
"It's fine," Feng Bujue answered.
Fei Ran lit the cigarette and took a puff. "By the way, have you seen the result of the online poll?"
"No." Feng Bujue immediately replied.
"Hahaha …" Feiran laughed as she blew out a puff of smoke. "Alright … I'll tell you then. You're in second place."
"It doesn't sound good …" Feng Bujue muttered.
"There's something even worse." Feiran said half-jokingly, "Actually, the number of votes for the person in first place is fake …"
"Huh?" Feng Bujue squinted at the director and said, "I'm a contestant. This kind of thing … it's not very good for you to tell me."
"Sigh … It's an open secret. You're the only one who doesn't know." Fei Ran took another puff of her cigarette and turned to the cameraman who was playing with his phone. "Hey, Xiao Wu, you know about this too, right?"
Xiao Wu shrugged. "I know. That person's fans have been cursing at each other for half a month now. There are hundreds of posts on the internet."
"Take a look." Fei Ran immediately looked at Brother Bujue and said, "Bujue … you're too careless about our show. If I didn't call you, you probably wouldn't even know that you've been nominated for the revival round. "
"Yeah … I'm just praying that I won't appear in the results," Feng Bujue added.
"Haha … alright," Fei Ran said. "Anyway, I've told you the situation. You'd better prepare yourself."
"Huh?" Feng Bujue looked confused. "Prepare what?"
"Think about it …" Fei Ran said. "You're so popular, but you don't want to win. You have to do something, right?"
"Oh … I mean, try to be as bad as possible, right?" Feng Bujue replied.
"Yes, but you can't mess around like you did last time," Fei Ran said. "I told you last time. If you want to be eliminated, the best way … is to be mediocre."
"Oh …" Feng Bujue answered. He thought about it for a few seconds before adding, "Let me confirm it first …" He turned to look at Fei Ran. "Actually, the winner of this revival match … has already been decided internally, right?"
Fei Ran heard this and was slightly taken aback. He took another puff of his cigarette and replied after a few seconds, "Hmm … Why do you ask?"
"The process of speculation isn't that complicated …" Feng Bujue raised his hands and rested them behind his head. He said casually, "Since you know that there's something wrong with the contestant who got the first place, but you still let it happen … I'm sure you want to see this result happen. Also, this episode is supposed to be broadcast at the end of June. It should have been recorded in the middle of June, but now it's been brought forward by a week. This is probably to prevent the 'vote manipulation' incident from spreading further. " He looked at Fei Ran calmly and said, "So, I'm guessing … the winner of this revival round has already been decided. And you … Director, you're giving me a heads-up because you think … I might ruin it. "
As soon as he said this, Fei Ran's expression changed. For the next thirty seconds, the lounge fell into silence …
Half a minute later, Fei Ran took a deep puff of her cigarette and put it out. She looked up and said, "Xiao Wu, can you leave for a moment?"
The cameraman didn't say anything and tactfully left. He didn't forget to close the door behind him.
"I don't think so." Fei Ran looked at Brother Jue and said in a deep voice, "You're a smart person. There are some things that I'll tell you here. I hope it won't spread outside this room."
"Okay, go ahead." Feng Bujue crossed his legs and said casually.
Fei Ran looked at Brother Jue again and said in a low voice, "You guessed right. The winner of this revival round has already been decided. It's the winner of the online poll, 'Night of Fire'." He raised his hand and made a gesture of pointing upwards. "Business is business … There are some things that even I can't control. Only the higher-ups have the final say … Do you understand?"
"Hmph … of course." Feng Bujue smirked. At this moment, his eyes were filled with disdain, but he still said politely, "I understand. Director, it's not easy for you."
Fei Ran smiled bitterly. "Ha … it's okay." He shook his head. "To be honest … My original intention for this show was definitely not to turn it into what it is today. It's a pity …" He wanted to say something but stopped himself, looking a little helpless. "If everyone was like you, many things in this world would be purer."
"If everyone was like me, the world would've been over a long time ago." Feng Bujue smiled and quickly changed the topic. "Okay … I understand. Director Fei, don't worry." He patted his chest. "Trust me, I'll definitely be eliminated 'naturally'. There won't be any traces of my performance …"
Fei Ran stared at Brother Jue for two seconds. "Hmm … I have my doubts …"
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