"Ha … Haha …" Oscar laughed awkwardly. He glanced at the director, hoping that Fei Ran would help him out of this situation.
But Fei Ran did not do anything.
"Sigh …" Oscar sighed deeply internally. As a professional host, as long as the director did not stop the show, he had to control the situation and figure out a way to make the show continue.
Of course, this wasn't very difficult … After all, Oscar was a professional. Finding something to talk about and changing the topic were basic skills in the hosting industry. Even if he didn't have a script in hand or an inscription machine in front of him, he could still talk for ten minutes straight without repeating anything.
"Bujue, if you continue to complain like that, when the show is broadcasted, we will make your picture very ugly." Oscar quickly removed the smile from his face and said in a joking tone.
At that moment, Fei Ran made her move. He raised his arm and made a gesture, causing the audience to laugh.
Just like that, amid the 'hilarious' atmosphere, Brother Jue's speech ended. From the stage effect, it was not bad. After being pranked by him … Night Fire's performance appeared rather normal.
"Bandit General, please say something." Oscar did not give Brother Jue the chance to speak again. After he said that, he took several steps forward and walked to the seat for contestant number five.
"Hello everyone, I am Bandit General." Bandit General raised his right hand and waved at the camera. "I hope that everyone will continue to support me …" He had a smile on his face, but he suddenly used a wicked gaze to glare to his left. "… I will use my ability to win everyone's applause."
Feng Bujue used his hand to hold his chin and tilted his head to look at the man. He laughed internally. "Humph … This man seems to be hiding something behind his words …" With that in mind, he turned his head slightly to look at the other side of him. And as he expected, Night Fire returned a glare and immediately revealed a condescending expression and scoffed.
"Ha … Is this the start of a war?" Brother Jue shook his head and thought, "Sigh … I really shouldn't have come. This atmosphere is not right …"
Feng Bujue was not wrong. The situation of this revival match was very different from the one he had participated in earlier. Just as Fei Ran said, I Am a Writer had slowly deviated from his original intention.
Actually, during the planning stage of the show, the TV station's management did not have high hopes for this project, so they only provided a small budget and scheduled the broadcast at 10 pm every Monday.
In the first and second episodes of I Am a Writer, the show only invited two first-rate writers, and they were there as friends. The other five were writers who were either not very famous or past their prime. Overall, this show was a case where it was likely to be axed after the pilot was over …
Who would have thought … the team led by Fei Ran would turn the show around? With limited funds, they produced excellent quality works, making "I Am a Writer" a dark horse in the ratings of the season.
Therefore, the TV station's management reacted quickly. They began to increase their investment in various aspects and moved the broadcast to the weekend primetime slot.
Soon … a large number of sponsors flocked to the show, and businesses that bought the online copyright also threw in money to bid. The writers who went on stage became more and more famous. Basically, as long as the show invited them, they would come. Even if the writers themselves did not want to come, the companies that signed contracts with them would find ways to get them in.
It was when the show was on the rise that Feng Bujue was chosen by the few main editors behind the scenes. After the show contacted Sirui Corporation's cultural promotion department, they finally found him. Brother Jue happened to be short of money at the time, so when he heard that there was an appearance fee … he agreed.
However, as "I Am a Writer" became more and more popular, the interference from the higher-ups … increased.
The TV station's management, sponsors, people with relevant interests, and so on … These people did not know anything about professional matters, but they would always make some self-righteous requests. Some of the requests were made due to business considerations, which was reasonable. The main reason was that the investors wanted to ensure their own interests. Some of them had the mentality of "I'm the boss since I'm the one who spends the money". They just wanted to get involved and increase their sense of presence and intelligence.
In short, from then on, the tone of the show gradually changed.
The original harmonious and polite atmosphere faded and was replaced by a sense of competition.
Thus, writers like Night Fire and the Bandit General also joined the show. In fact, according to the core team of the show, they would not invite such writers. But when you're under someone else's roof, you have no choice but to lower your head … The sponsors didn't know what kind of writer was suitable for this show. All they could do was open up a search engine and search for keywords like "popular writer" on the Internet. Then, they would run to the professionals and point out what they thought was a good suggestion.
Fei Ran was also quite troubled because almost every episode of the show, he and the behind-the-scenes team had to adjust the rules and content of each segment to cater to the needs of various parties.
In hindsight, I Am a Writer had become what it was today.
The writers no longer came with the attitude of "learning from each other" or "showing themselves." They came to "win" and "compete."
On and off the stage, on and off the stage, in virtual reality … There were verbal battles between fans, online ghostwriters, and even writers attacking each other in the text of their works.
Perhaps this was the case with the saying, "Scholars despise each other."
This was what the businessmen wanted to see. They wanted to show conflict and contradiction. They wanted to show hypocrisy in the midst of cruel elimination. By selling these tricks that could only fool fools, they wanted to gain attention and gain benefits.
For this, they could strip the last bit of pride from the scholars without hesitation.
If Feng Bujue had been paying attention to this show, he would not have come today. At least at this moment, he already felt that … anyone who came to this stage had already lost.
To use a phrase often used by Li Yunlong (the protagonist of Drawing Sword) as an analogy … Brother Jue, Night Fire, and Bandit General were passersby. They could not even pee in the same pot.
"Wow, Bandit General is very imposing." Oscar's questioning continued. He came to the seat of contestant number four. "Rose, you should say a few words."
It was obviously inappropriate to use the pen name "Chainsaw Rose" to refer to a girl in her early twenties. Fortunately, she had an English name …
"I am me …" Rose was dressed in black. Her bangs covered her eyebrows, and her face was covered in heavy smoky makeup. Her pale face was seventy percent ghostly, and her voice was full of decadence. "I have nothing to say to a bunch of walking corpses …"
"Hmm … So this Goth girl is a chuunibyou …" Feng Bujue turned his head and looked at her. He thought to himself, "She can be so popular even with such words. What kind of mentality does the audience have these days …"
"What are you looking at?" Suddenly, Rose noticed Brother Jue's gaze, and she said that to him on the spot.
"Why do you care about the empty gaze of a walking corpse …" Feng Bujue cleverly gave an answer that the chuunibyou girl could not refute.
"Hmph …" Rose snorted coldly, and then … she took out a cigarette and lighter from her trouser pocket.
"Hey … You two are going against the natural order …" The veins on Oscar's forehead were protruding. He complained fiercely in his heart, "Are you messing with me? You're messing with me, aren't you?! One lunatic is fine, but two at the same time, how am I supposed to smooth things over?! Why hasn't the director called for a cut yet?! If this goes on, the situation will get out of control sooner or later! "
Ding — Click — The flame of the lighter lit up.
Rose lit a cigarette for herself and exhaled faintly. White smoke drifted out from her black-lipsticked lips, which was particularly eye-catching.
"Oh." She seemed to have just remembered something, and said to Oscar, "Do you mind if I smoke here?"
"You're already smoking, why are you still asking?!" Oscar roared in his heart. But on the surface, he still forced himself to be calm. "Haha … Go ahead."
This was not the first time Oscar had dealt with Chainsaw Rose. Based on his experience, it was best to treat her with the cold shoulder and ignore her. If you argued with her, for example, "Smoking is bad for your health", she would most likely reply with, "My heart is already dead, and this body is just a rotten skin" or some other gothic statement, which would leave you speechless …
"Keep going." At this time, Fei Ran's voice came through the earpiece again. He said excitedly in the staff's dedicated channel, "I have a feeling that this episode will become a legend …"
"What kind of legend is this …" Oscar was breaking out in cold sweat. He thought to himself, "Director Fei, you're already in your forties. Don't you feel ashamed saying such childish lines …"
"Hmm!" "Okay!" "Understood!" "Let's do it!"
Unexpectedly, the members of the other units all responded to Feiran's words with passion. Their fighting spirits were high, and they were all on high alert.
"F * ck me … What kind of people are on this show?!" Oscar thought. "I have to resign for the second season next year! Unless they offer me double my salary … Hmm … Or 1.5 times … Hmm … I can consider a twenty percent increase … "
"Then … Next …" Oscar did not show his thoughts on his face. He walked quickly to the third seat. "Brother Earth, it's your turn."
The Spring Breeze of Reform (Uncle Earth) raised his hand to adjust his black-rimmed glasses. "I hope … I won't let down the friends who supported me today."
"Even though it was short, it was very sincere." Oscar replied and moved a few steps. He turned around and said, "Yamucha, what do you have to say to the audience?"
"Ah … Actually, I'm already very happy to be able to sit here today," Yamucha replied. "I came here with the intention of learning from the seniors, but … I also hope to get a good result."
"Okay, I look forward to your performance." Oscar finally walked to the first seat. "Finally, let's welcome the person we are very familiar with … Soda." He paused before continuing, "Of the seven contestants today, Soda has stayed the longest in the actual competition, so his ability is undeniable. Now … what do you want to say to the audience? "
"I came after I received the notice." Soda shrugged. He was relatively calm when he joined the show. "I just … hope that I can perform well today."
"Hmm, I believe you will," Oscar said.
At this point, the warm-up was over, and Oscar heaved a sigh of relief.
He turned around and returned to the center of the stage. He looked into the camera and said, "After hearing what the contestants have to say, I wonder … who do you think will win tonight? Please send your answer to … "After that, there was a formal monologue about the SMS quiz and the advertisement.
When it was officially broadcast, there would be one or two minutes of advertisement.
After Oscar finished the monologue, he paused for a few seconds. He changed his posture and expression and said, "Welcome back to … I Am The Writer — Resurrection Night."
The music and lights took advantage of the situation.
"Let's cut to the chase and enter the first round …" Oscar raised his arm and pointed. Following the words on the big screen, "… Let's begin."
"Isn't this the same as last time?" Feng Bujue asked, "Could it be that the rules have been changed?"
"Of course, just as I said earlier." Oscar's words confirmed Brother Jue's speculation. "The rules for this episode have been changed, please look … at the big screen …"
As he spoke, the complete rules were displayed on the big screen. The contestants did not need to look at it because the screen before them was also displayed. They only needed to lower their heads to see it.
"Okay …" After the rules were displayed for a while, Oscar said, "First, let's take a look at what the first 'keyword' is. Ready … Go!" He yelled, and the words in the middle of the screen started to scroll.
When Feng Bujue was there last time, the words that scrolled on the screen were 'event, character, animal, landscape' and so on. But this time … the number of these random keywords appeared to have decreased. Perhaps the normal audience and the contestants did not notice this. But Feng Bujue used his excellent dynamic vision to notice this …
"Stop!" Oscar yelled again after several seconds. The keywords on the screen suddenly stopped at the word 'emotion'.
The audience immediately became restless. This seemed to be a keyword that the masses loved to hear and see.
"Then …" Oscar said to the camera, "According to the new rules, all the contestants will be given a keyword. Furthermore, the keywords that everyone received were the same … "He purposely changed his expression." In other words … for this chapter, all seven of us present here were working under the same conditions. And the time … is still only seven minutes. Now … "He turned around and said," The first round officially begins! "
After Oscar said that, the second keyword appeared on the panel before the contestants — 'time'.
"Ladies and gentlemen, as we have said many times, all the writing sessions of this show are recorded in real time. There is no tampering." Oscar started to get information out of them. "Every contestant that comes to our studio is working without the aid of the internet or any other tools."
At this point, Oscar heard Fei Ran's voice in his earpiece again. The director seemed to have given them a new order.
Oscar kept talking as he memorized this order in his mind. Then he very naturally followed up on what he had said earlier. "Based on the special rules of our Night of Resurrection, this time, the order in which the chapters are announced will be based on the time that each contestant finishes …" He turned back to say, "Dear contestants, after you confirm that you have finished, you can click the submit button at the top of the screen, and the system will record the time that you have finished."
Beep!
Before he finished, Brother Jue's console had already rung.
Feng Bujue had his hands behind his head as he leaned back in his chair and looked around. Night Fire and the bandit general, who sat on his left and right, were indeed affected by this sudden change. Both of them could not help but glance at Brother Jue, and they started to get nervous.
"Er …" Oscar was startled for two seconds before he said, "Oh, we saw it. Contestant Bujue has already finished … He used only fifty-two seconds. That is incredible …"
Even though he was unwilling, out of professional ethics, Oscar still sided with Brother Jue.
At this point, it was time for the cameraman to come on stage. It was the cameraman, Xiao Wu, who carried the camera. With the director's order, he quickly walked to Oscar and followed him to the contestants' area.
After taking a close-up shot of the six contestants, the camera finally landed on Brother Jue's face.
Oscar walked to the sixth contestant's area and said, "Bujue, you finished so fast."
"Yes …" Feng Bujue answered weakly.
"Don't tell me you handed in a blank script?" Oscar asked half-jokingly.
"Do you want to take a look?" Brother Jue asked.
"Haha …" Oscar smiled at the camera. "Ladies and gentlemen, this is the benefit of being a host. Let me take a look …"
Two seconds later, Oscar's smile froze. What he saw was — "From knowing each other until now, from indifference to concern, from rejection to dependence, from strangers to love, from trust to suspicion, from love to hurt, from dazzling to pale, from being together to separating, from being touched to being sentimental, from understanding to blaming, from anticipation to helplessness, from ecstasy to sorrow."
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