After the 'little interlude' between Feng Bujue and Night Fire, Oscar chatted for a bit before forcefully changing the topic and forcing the show to continue …
Therefore, based on the number that appeared on the screen, each contestant gave their own outline.
Unsurprisingly, the second person to go on stage was Soda … The director had indeed placed him far enough away from Night Fire, and he was the second to go on stage. He had really put a lot of thought into this.
However, Soda's story was still interesting. He developed a plot about the love of the martial world, and it was quite touching.
The third one to appear was Uncle Earth. The story he designed was a rare social theme, implying real problems such as the destruction of the ecological environment … This kind of theme was difficult to arouse people's interest. Coupled with the slightly long synopsis, it made the audience want to doze off.
Even though his intention and courage to create this kind of story was admirable, there was no doubt … it would be difficult for him to get a high score.
The fourth contestant was the bandit general, and the outline he came up with was also a wuxia story. But … as the saying went, it was better not to be ignorant than to be compared. He had the same plot as Soda, so he could only blame himself for being unlucky.
Rose was the fifth contestant, and she wrote a fanfiction … The time was from dusk to night, and the process was filled with sickness, but the ending was suicide …
After hearing this, the audience's reaction was polarized. Oscar found it hard to complain, so he just said a few words and jumped to the next contestant …
Yamcha was the second to last contestant. When his number appeared on the screen, Brother Jue's speculation was confirmed … Night Fire was indeed the last contestant, and the two contestants who narrated before him … the quality of their outlines did not pose any threat to him.
But … something unexpected still happened.
Perhaps due to the conflict with Brother Jue, Night Fire's emotions were obviously affected, and it caused his performance to be abnormal …
Even though Night Fire's ability was not that good, he was at least better than those who were not that good. If he did not have this standard, then he would not have become so popular.
Unfortunately, his performance was so terrible that even his fans found it hard to be satisfied with his story.
Without waiting for the score, Night Fire knew … he had lost this round. Moreover, he had lost a good game when he had all kinds of advantageous conditions, which made him feel even more resentful.
"Okay, the seven contestants have finished their narrations, so … let us enter the intense scoring stage." After Night Fire's answer was announced, Oscar said a few words and then continued, "I have to explain … the scoring criteria for this round's Stroke of Genius will be different from the previous rounds." He paused for a second. "First, in this round, our seven hundred audience friends still only have one first place vote, and no second votes. "Secondly … our expert panel will also be participating in the judging of this round. Their opinions will take up thirty percent of the score. "
"Oh … So, they still have this trick up their sleeve …" Feng Bujue thought to himself. "Since they are in this line of work, they have already considered all kinds of scenarios. This way, even if Night Fire's final victory is controversial, it can't be verified based on the votes … "
Not only Brother Jue, the other writers also noticed something from this grading system. However, of the seven who sat there, only Night Fire had a strong desire for the finals. The other five either did not care or knew that they were too weak to qualify for the finals, so they did not have much hope. Therefore, no one was dissatisfied with the sudden change in the rules.
"Now, let's invite our audience friends to cast your most important vote through the screen in front of you," Oscar said immediately.
After he finished his monologue, the second round of voting began.
The live DJ and cameramen started to get busy … The powerful and tense background music, the shaking like epilepsy, and the constantly changing angles … would undoubtedly become a nightmare for post-production editing. Of course, this was Fei Ran's and the editor's business …
After about three minutes, Oscar spoke again, "We have thirty seconds left in the voting time. Please vote for the writer that you are most satisfied with in the 'Genius Pen' segment." He looked at the audience and said seriously, "If you don't vote after the time limit, you will be considered to have forfeited."
In fact, he was just saying this as a greeting. Basically, ninety percent of the audience (excluding those who left because of Feng Bujue) had already made their decision in the first minute. At this point, the six hundred or so people in the audience had all cast their votes without exception.
"Voting time is up!" After thirty seconds, Oscar announced the end of the voting time and continued, "But …" He dragged his voice, "… our judges behind the scenes still need some time to discuss, so …" He turned around and walked to the contestants' seats. "Before the results of the second round are announced, let us enter … the card Q&A session!"
Before he finished speaking, he had already reached into the pocket of his suit and took out a card.
Oscar took a deep breath and looked at the contestants. "Today, our Q&A session will be different …"
On the stage, a strange sound effect similar to a collision sounded, as if it was saying … The contestants' hearts immediately sank.
"In the past, the three chief editors of our show would pick three questions from the online message board of I Am a Writer and give them to the seven of us to answer. Today, I only have one question in my hand. " At this point, Oscar paused for about five seconds before he continued, "But after I ask this question …"
The strange sound effect was heard again. Xiao Wu, the cameraman, carried the camera and walked quickly to the contestants' seats.
"… each of our writers can also ask any other writer a question." When Oscar said this, cold sweat dripped down his temples because he felt the pressure when he thought about what might happen next …
"Haha … Of course, these Q&A sessions have nothing to do with the score." Oscar forced a smile. "Everyone should try to be as relaxed as possible when you answer."
Even though he said that … everyone knew that this seemingly unimportant segment was actually the most important.
This segment would be of great help to the writers in increasing their popularity. Those with quick thinking and quick reflexes could use the Q&A session to give themselves extra points in the third round.
"Okay … enough chit-chat, let's …" Oscar paused maliciously. "… start with a commercial!"
Just as he said that, he took several steps to the side and used the handkerchief in his pocket to wipe the sweat on his face. Then he changed his expression and looked at the camera again. "Welcome back! You're watching I Am a Writer — Resurrection Night. "
"Now, it's time for our favorite Q&A session." Oscar used a brisk tone to tell the contestants, "Today's first question is …" He raised the card in his hand to his eyes and read, "I wish to ask all the writers here, since you normally come up with so many amazing names in your novels, what names will you give to your children in the future? Ps: Boys. "
After reading the card, Oscar laughed. "Haha … this netizen sure asked an interesting question." He walked to stand before Soda. "Soda, why don't you tell us?"
"Huh?" Soda was startled. "This … this …" He was stunned by the question. "My son is two years old this year, and I've already decided on his name."
"Oh, oh, then can you reveal your son's name?" Oscar asked with a smile.
"Er …" Soda replied, "This … I don't think it's appropriate for me to reveal it on my own. My dear wife doesn't wish for our family's situation to be made public."
"Hmm … Indeed, for those with families, this question seems to involve privacy," Oscar said as he gave the director a look.
Fei Ran immediately gave the order through the earpiece.
Oscar understood and said, "… How about this, for those with a son, you can choose not to answer." As he spoke, he had already arrived in front of contestant number two. With a gloating smile, he said to Ya Mucha, "Ya Mucha, don't tell me you're already a father?"
"Of course not …" Yamu Cha blushed. It looked like this nineteen-year-old was quite shy. "But … you suddenly want me to come up with a name … That's not easy. Choosing a son's name … isn't something that I can decide on my own. "
"Just pick one. Think of it as giving a name to a character in a novel," Oscar said. "It's just a suggestion. No one said that you have to use that name in the future."
"Oh … Is that so …" Yamu Cha hesitated for a few seconds. "Then I'll call him Ah Qiang."
"Hey! That's too perfunctory! "It was time for Oscar to complain." Is this even your own son? "
Laughter came from the audience, and the DJ also inserted a cheesy funny sound effect at the right time.
"Let's ask Brother Earth." Oscar walked to the third seat.
However, before he could get close, Uncle Earth said, "Our son is already in junior high school. Don't cause trouble for him …"
Oscar froze and made a face at the camera. The audience burst into laughter again.
"Well, then …" Oscar walked to the fourth seat. "… Rose, as the only female contestant in the game, I think everyone must be looking forward to your answer."
Rose did not answer immediately. She silently lit another cigarette for herself, raised her head slightly, and moved her bangs away from her forehead.
After a short silence, she said, "Fu — Edward Antonio Mason Cullen."
"Ha … Ha ha …" Oscar's mouth twitched. "Isn't that …"
"Yes, that's a vampire's name," Rose interrupted. "Do you have a problem with that?"
"No … Absolutely not …" Oscar really did not want to argue with this lady about 'Twilight'. Otherwise, the security guards would really have to step in.
"Let's hear Bandit General's answer again." Oscar ran to the fifth contestant's seat and said, "Bandit General, the characters in your work all have very catchy names. I wonder … what kind of good name do you plan to give to your child in the future? "
"My son … Let's have a single name, Fei," Bandit General replied.
"Oh … Spreading his wings and soaring to the sky, that is indeed a good name." Oscar quickly praised. He was quite helpless … Of the top four contestants, two of them passed, and the other two were full of flaws. He really could not praise them even if he wanted to.
"Actually …" Bandit General explained, "Let me think about it for a while. I should be able to come up with a better name."
"Hmm, this question is indeed difficult to answer," Oscar said. Oscar said, "But this is the revival round. We have to pick a difficult question and launch a surprise attack. Haha …"
His smile had already vanished as he walked from the contestant number five seat to the contestant number six seat.
In just a few short steps, in just a few seconds, Oscar became highly focused …
"Bujue, your answer is …" Oscar asked nervously.
"Hmm …" Feng Bujue pondered. "When you walked over, I already thought of several names …"
"Oh?" Oscar's expression relaxed. "If it's possible, please tell me all of them."
"Oh." Brother Jue answered. "You just opened your mouth and came up with names like Shinichi, Tuohai, Gohan, Ryoma, Xiao Jie …"
'This guy has completely lost his mind …' Oscar thought. 'Even during the question and answer session, he wants to draw hatred! His son's name has to be taken from somewhere else! Even a random name like Yong or Ping would be more sincere than this! '
"Tsk —" The boos from the audience came again, like a tsunami. This was something that had never happened in a question and answer session before.
"Ah, I'm sorry …" Suddenly, Feng Bujue interrupted his nonsense and apologized.
At that moment, everyone thought that he was going to say, 'I was just joking' and then come up with a proper name.
But …
"… I'm sorry, my phone vibrated. I think there's a message. Let me take a look, "Brother Jue said as he took out his phone from the back pocket of his pants. He touched the screen and looked at the message.
Three seconds later, he snorted. Then, a subtle smile appeared on his face. He shook his head gently and put his phone away.
Of course, no one knew that Feng Bujue had received a message from Li Ruo Yu. The content was, "That's horrible!"
"Haha … I'm sorry," Brother Jue said calmly. "I forgot to close it. Cut this out."
…
Due to the dissatisfaction of the audience, after Night Fire finished answering the questions, Fei Ran paused the recording of the show and announced a fifteen-minute break.
During this break, Night Fire was invited to the side by Fei Ran to discuss some under-the-table manipulations.
Director Fei was a clever man. He knew that if he continued to keep Night Fire at the contestant area … he would definitely get into an argument with Feng Bujue. After all, Night Fire was not that popular, so Director Fei decided to bring him over to his side.
At the contestant area, the remaining six contestants gathered at Brother Jue's side to chat.
"Bujue, I think I know what you're doing now." The bandit general sat at his seat and told Brother Jue, who was next to him. "I thought you were a rather arrogant person, but I didn't expect you to be this arrogant … You plan to use this method to mess up the situation and have Night Fire die with you, right?"
"Haha …" Feng Bujue laughed but did not say anything.
"Bujue is not that kind of person," Soda said to the general. "He … must have a reason for doing this."
"Fufu —" Rose blew out a puff of smoke and told Brother Jue, "I am quite envious of you …" She looked at Brother Jue with a sense of superiority. "Actually, I also think this show is quite boring, but the fans kept begging me to come, so I had no choice." She took another puff. "Sigh … What a pity … My fans aren't like yours. Even if I do what you did just now, they won't leave."
"Miss, if you really want to reduce the number of your fans, I can provide you with a very simple method." Feng Bujue turned around and raised three fingers. "This method only requires three steps, which are … one, open your social media account and log into your home page; two, remove your make-up; and three, upload your picture." After that, he put down his hand and shrugged. "I call this method … the three consecutive attacks to lose fans."
"Fufu … Do you believe that I'll write you into my next book and kill you?" Rose narrowed her eyes and replied in an annoyed tone.
Uncle Earth laughed. "Bujue, don't be too mean when you talk to a girl, or you'll be despised." He paused. "By the way, I see you're around twenty-four this year, right? Do you have a girlfriend? I have a distant relative … "
"Yes!" Feng Bujue quickly stopped Uncle Earth. Brother Jue's landlord, Auntie Liu, had told him similar topics many times, and he did not want to listen to this.
"Brother Jue! Can you give me your autograph? " Ya Mucha found a pen and paper from who knew where and handed them to Feng Bujue. "I'm your fan!"
"Okay." Feng Bujue accepted the pen and paper with a smile. "Just an autograph?"
"Hmm … If you can write a few words for me, that would be even better," Ya Mucha replied.
"Oh …" Feng Bujue thought about it for a few seconds and raised his head to look at Ya Mucha. "You're not even twenty this year, right?"
"Yes, I'm nineteen." Ya Mucha nodded.
"In the future … do you plan to write books full-time?" Brother Jue asked.
"Yes." A serious expression appeared on Ya Mucha's young face. "I will keep writing, and I'll follow the example of all the seniors!"
Feng Bujue, on the other hand, was calm. When he heard this, he started to write.
"In the future, you will encounter many difficulties, many temptations, and many choices …" Feng Bujue said as he wrote. "When you're lost, remember to turn back and think … about the heart that drove you to move forward." As he spoke, he finished writing.
Ya Mucha accepted the paper that Brother Jue handed back. Other than the autograph, there was a lyric. "When you've tasted the warmth and coldness of human nature, when you've decided to burn for your dream, ask yourself, which is more important, the pressure of life or the dignity of life?"
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