"Please look … at the big screen." Oscar continued his sentence and turned around.
At the same time, on the big screen next to the stage and the small screens in front of each of the contestants, the following content appeared. "Zhang San, Li Si, Dusk, Grassland, Victory!"
"As you can see, there are some changes to the rules today. In the past, the requirement for this round … was to design an outline based on a narrative and then recount it orally to make it into a relatively complete story, "Oscar explained. "But today, we are providing … characters, time, place, and event."
When he said this, the cameraman scanned the contestants' expressions one by one. Other than Brother Jue … everyone's expression changed slightly.
"However, the other rules for this round are the same as usual …" Oscar continued. "At this moment, the control panel before the seven of us have been switched to free-input mode. Be it words, sketches, tables, or doodles … you can do whatever you want. "He paused." And the time for this round is still ten minutes. "
Then, he looked at the contestants' table and said quickly, "Then … the second round, begin!"
Tick tock tick tock …
Before Oscar could finish his sentence, the sound of a clock rang in the hall. This was the director's arrangement … to create a sense of tension. In this revival round, many similar methods were used to create the atmosphere.
"This is a stroke of genius. As the most popular segment of the show, it is deeply loved by all of our friends and audience." The commercial break was not over yet, so Oscar had to continue. "The performance in this round is crucial … Many contestants were eliminated because of their poor performance in this round …" He moved slowly on the stage and made some eye contact with the audience to make his speech more natural. "But today … on this revival night stage, only one contestant will advance to the finals. In other words … we will not be eliminating one contestant but six. " He used an extremely serious tone to state this well-known nonsense again, but it did not feel out of place. "But if … we can take the lead in this round, then it goes without saying … it's equivalent to having one foot in the door of the finals."
While he was speaking, the timer on the big screen had already run out of two minutes. Out of the seven writers present, six of them had already picked up digital pens and were busy on the operating table. Only Feng Bujue … supported his cheeks with both hands and raised his head forty-five degrees to look at the ceiling. It was unknown whether he was in a daze or acting cute.
"This kid … What is he up to now …" Oscar caught a glimpse of this scene from the corner of his eye and instantly had a bad feeling. "Speaking of which … Is he giving up on himself …" he thought to himself. "Or … Is he trying to play to the gallery?"
"No … he's not that kind of person." Oscar thought about it for a few seconds and quickly rejected these two speculations. "Hmm … Based on his personality, I'm afraid the truth is … he thought the finals were too troublesome, so he deliberately eliminated himself."
After figuring this out, the surprise and doubt in Oscar's heart were swept away. At this moment, he couldn't help but smile, because he suddenly thought … the scene that was playing out before his eyes was extremely ironic … To some people, they would use any means to obtain something, but to others, it was a burden that they couldn't shake off.
…
Ten minutes passed quickly. During this time, Oscar took a few minutes off the stage to drink some water and touch up his make-up.
The three minutes of idle chatter on the stage had already filled up the gap outside of the commercial time. The rest could be recorded later.
Other than that, the live director (different from the last time when Brother Jue came to participate in the competition, this time, the live director was personally led by Fei Ran) also had a brief conversation with the audience, telling them what to pay attention to in the upcoming recording.
When there were thirty seconds left on the big screen, Oscar walked back onto the stage.
"Attention everyone, get ready." Fei Ran greeted through the earpiece.
"Welcome back to … I am a writer — Resurrection Night! I am Oscar. " Oscar rested for a few minutes before he recovered. "Thank you for your patience during the commercial time … Let's see, there's still time left for this round …"
The main camera then cut over to give the big screen a close-up.
"… Twenty-one seconds." Oscar continued, "Are you guys as nervous as I am?" As he spoke, he stepped closer to the contestants' seats. "But the most nervous ones … are undoubtedly our seven writers. I wonder how their writing progress is …"
Then, there was a rather abrupt silence.
These ten seconds would be left to the post-production staff to deal with. When the film was completed, this section of the screen would be divided into several sections. While the countdown would play, the close-ups of the contestants would be constantly switched. Coupled with the impending BGM … it would create the feeling of "when the time was up, the television screen would explode".
For some reason, this kind of technique … had been tried and tested in various variety shows for a long time.
"Time's up!" After the countdown ended, Oscar said directly to the big screen, "Let's cut to the chase … Look at … the random numbers."
Seven Arabic numbers flashed rapidly on the screen. Several seconds later, it stopped at the number '6'.
"Ha … This is also done in secret, isn't it?" Feng Bujue mumbled to himself. "In this round, it is obvious that the person who announces the outline later will have the advantage because they will have more time to think … And the first person to appear will be the unluckiest. When it is time to give the score, the narration at the back will have already washed away the audience's impression of the first story." His eyes subconsciously turned to Fei Ran. "No wonder Director Fei is so good at this. I believe the last person to announce the outline … will be Night Fire. Hmm … If it was me, I would have separated Soda's narration from Night Fire's by at least two people. If Soda was the second last to appear, it would create a contrast with Night Fire, and the latter would be in trouble … "
Brother Bujue's mind was racing, and all these thoughts crossed his mind in less than three seconds.
At that moment, Oscar walked to stand before him. "Bujue, I still remember the last time you came to our show. You won the second place in this round. Even though you were unfortunately eliminated in the end, your mischievous story still left a deep impression on everyone. " With the hint from the worker (through the earpiece), he reviewed Brother Jue's past performance. "I wonder … what kind of surprise will you give us today?"
"Of course it will be a surprise …" Feng Bujue replied expressionlessly. "As for joy … Haha …"
"Then, please … start …" When Oscar said that, there was an obvious pause between 'start' and 'start' because in that second, he saw Brother Jue's panel … The screen was empty, and there was no movement.
"Once upon a time, there were two people." Feng Bujue crossed his fingers and placed his hands under his nose. He made the signature pose of a commander and said coldly, "One of them was Zhang San, and the other was Li Si."
The room suddenly became very quiet.
All the audience that day, including the fans of the other writers, were anticipating Feng Bujue's performance in Divine Touch because no one knew what kind of story the man would come up with.
Feng Bujue's story slowly unfolded. "One evening, Zhang San asked Li Si out to have a running race with him …"
"Huh?" Oscar was startled and thought, Running?
"The location of the race was on a grassy plain …" Feng Bujue continued. "Li Si was a cripple, and his nickname was Iron Crutch Li. Normally, he needed the aid of a crutch to walk. Zhang San, on the other hand, was a sportsman. He was 2.16 meters tall and had long legs. People gave him the nickname Bolun Zhang. "
"Is it really just a nickname?" Oscar really wanted to say something like that, but he could only hold it in.
"The two of them stood side by side, and the arrogant Zhang San told Li Si to get ready to run," Feng Bujue said. "So, Li Si said, 'Get ready … Let's go!'"
'What do you mean by' let's go! 'Oscar exclaimed internally.
"Before Li Si finished his sentence, he rushed out." Feng Bujue said. "Zhang San was not bothered by his opponent's despicable cheating. He smiled faintly and ran after him."
"He's not a gentleman to race with a cripple!"
"In less than ten seconds, Zhang San overtook Li Si and opened up a gap of more than a hundred meters. He ran at this speed for a while … When he turned back to look, the limping Li Si had become a tiny black dot on the grassy plain. " Brother Bujue said. "Zhang San thought, 'The finish line is just five meters away. I'm sure I'll win, so I might as well lie down and take a nap."
"Are you crazy? Why don't you run another five meters! "
"Zhang San lay down on the grassy plain, enjoying the warm evening breeze. After a while … he really closed his eyes and fell asleep." Feng Bujue continued, "And Li Si chased and chased and turned … When he reached Zhang San's side, he was already exhausted."
"Hehe … If it were me … if I saw Zhang San stand up, I would use my crutch to beat him until he became a cripple …" Oscar complained in his heart.
"And Zhang San was still sleeping … Although Li Si wanted to rest for a while, he knew that Zhang San ran faster than him. He could only win if he persevered." Brother Bujue looked serious. "After a fierce struggle, Li Si gritted his teeth and continued to move forward."
"It's only five meters! Struggle my * ss! Can't he just move a few steps in the process of struggle! "
"Finally, Li Si crossed the finish line." Feng Bujue's story was coming to an end. "Zhang San woke up and looked back … Eh? Why is Li Si gone? " He used a tone like he was lecturing a kindergarten child and continued vividly, "Oh, it's amazing! Li Si has already crossed the finish line. Zhang San panicked when he saw that, but it's useless for him to chase after him now. Li Si has already won. "He shook his head and sighed." Ah … This is really thought-provoking … "
"Director … Let's call security …" Oscar turned his head and switched the microphone to backstage communication mode.
"There's no need …" Fei Ran said. "He's already finished, it's too late to chase him out …"
"No … I mean, have security on standby," Oscar said in a low voice. "If the audience throws things on the stage or rushes directly at him, we can have security block them for a while …"
"It's okay … Just be careful," Fei Ran said. "Think of a way to cover it up …"
"Cover my * ss!" Oscar cursed at the director in the communication mode. "Even kindergarten children can tell that this is a race between the tortoise and the hare!"
"Calm down … You have to calm down …" Fei Ran said in a firm tone. "Pick something nice to say. If it doesn't work, say a few jokes and change the topic …"
The part where Oscar held the earpiece and whispered would naturally be edited out later, so he said it for more than three minutes.
Three minutes later, Oscar adjusted his emotions and expression and switched the microphone back to the host's channel. "Ha …" He smiled, but the smile was as fake as it could be. "Bujue … Your story … as a whole … is quite educational …"
"Tsk —" The audience booed in an instant. This time, the whole audience was booing Brother Bujue. Some of his fans had already left the stage angrily, and the rest had basically turned from fans to haters. They tossed away their banners and joined the booing party.
"Haha … Of course, this is a modified version of the race between the tortoise and the hare." Feng Bujue laughed shamelessly and replied calmly.
Suddenly, Night Fire, who sat at the seventh seat next to him, shouted loudly, "Don't cross the line!"
This was the first time that this had happened. In the history of I Am a Writer, there had never been a scene where two contestants had gotten into an altercation on the spot. Oscar had great control over the situation. Normally, he, as the host, had the final say on who, when, and what to say.
But now, an unexpected situation had occurred.
"Everyone, pay attention. Don't stop, continue recording!" Fei Ran's excited voice echoed in the workers' earpiece. It looked like … the director was happy to see this.
"No matter what your purpose is, please do not use this kind of attitude to tarnish this sacred stage." Night Fire glared at Brother Jue sternly.
"Oh?" Feng Bujue turned around and looked at Night Fire with a sarcastic smile. "Is this stage sacred?"
Before he finished, Brother Jue suddenly stood up.
Near the stage, the security guards outside of the camera were sweating. They thought to themselves, "No way … Do we really have to go on stage?"
Feng Bujue took two steps forward and stood in front of Night Fire's seventh seat. He placed his hands on the console and put his face in front of Night Fire, staring at him intently.
Night Fire was at a loss of what to do when faced with Brother Jue's actions. He had wanted to gain some popularity with what he had just said, and at the same time, he wanted to stab the guy next to him, who was ranked second in the online poll. It was the strategy of "hitting a man when he is down and respecting himself", killing two birds with one stone.
Unexpectedly, Feng Bujue left his seat and walked over. Looking at his posture … Was he going to fight?
Night Fire was around thirty years old this year. He was dressed very well and was even wearing a slim-fit suit. However, it still couldn't hide his slightly chubby body.
On the other hand, Feng Bujue … Although he looked thin, he had been training regularly recently. His body was very strong and well-defined. With the advantage of height, he would not be at a disadvantage in a fight …
"Hey, hey … What are you doing … If you really beat up Night Fire, you won't just be dragged out by the security guards. They might sue you …" Oscar thought to himself.
"If this stage is sacred …" Feng Bujue looked straight into his eyes and said in a low voice, "… Then why are you here?"
"What do you mean by that?!" Night Fire was enraged, as if his hair was standing on end.
This was because he heard another layer of meaning from Brother Jue's words …
Night Fire knew very well that his "revival round's first place in the popularity poll" was achieved through under-the-table manipulation … To put it more bluntly, he paid for it. Just like some web novelists who spent money to promote their results on the website, Night Fire did the same thing to push himself to first place in the popularity poll. Other than that, he used his connections to put pressure on the TV station's management to pave the way for him to enter the finals.
When Feng Bujue used his so-called "sacred" speech to mock him, naturally, Night Fire was angered.
"It's nothing, just a casual remark. If you don't like it, I'll say something else." Feng Bujue suddenly smiled and turned around to return to his seat.
The audience was stunned, and they did not know how to react …
Seeing that the situation had calmed down, Oscar quickly said, "Ah … Haha … Bujue still loves to joke …" He tried to use laughter to diffuse this scary atmosphere. The next step was to change the topic. "By the way … Bujue's work this time has some highlights, or at least some points to complain about."
"What do you mean?" Feng Bujue was trying to undermine himself. "I told you, the story was modified from the tortoise and the hare. Even if there are highlights, I'm just a 'high-level plagiarist.'"
"Er …" Oscar really did not know how to continue the conversation. He sighed and ignored the effect of the scene. After all, it did not matter anymore. He would leave the mess for the post-production to deal with. He said directly, "Bujue … To be honest, I am quite shocked. Your performance today … What is the meaning of that? "
"Hah … When the show is over, you will understand …" Feng Bujue placed his hands behind his head again and replied in a relaxed tone, "But now … just treat it as if I was not on my usual level."
"Humph … You make it sound like you'll be that good if you perform normally …" Night Fire scoffed.
Feng Bujue did not mind that. He did not even look at Night Fire and said with a smile, "You can call me arrogant, but I don't expect anyone to understand me."
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