After Feng Bujue's essay was revealed, the room fell silent.
Perhaps the audience was hesitating … Should they give this man who had been messing around the whole time a round of applause?
In a way, Brother Jue's sudden seriousness during the last round made the audience feel even more annoyed.
If he had been messing around all the way, it would have been fine. But with his reaction, it was as if he was saying, "I'm sorry, I was just messing with you earlier."
Even Oscar, who had a lot of experience in hosting, did not know how to react. Thankfully, he did not need to read the whole essay out loud for this round, and he was looking at the big screen with the audience. Therefore, he could speak whenever he wanted. He did not need to rush to speak at a specific time.
"Hmm … I believe everyone has seen Contestant Bujue's answer." Several minutes later, Oscar got the director's order through the communicator. He had a grasp of the situation, and he said, "Er, Bujue. To be honest, if you had shown such a performance in the first two rounds, you probably wouldn't have fallen behind, right? "
"Humph …" Feng Bujue scoffed. "I don't think so."
Oscar seemed to have realized something and did not continue the conversation. He merely turned to face the camera and shrugged. Then he walked to the booth for contestant No. 7. "Then … let us see today's finale …" He waved his arm to signal at the big screen. "Together, we will reveal the final chapter written by Night Fire."
The next second, Night Fire's masterpiece that he had spent one and a half hours writing was displayed on the screen.
In this round, his performance was indeed very good. Since Feng Bujue had temporarily left the stage, Night Fire's emotions had calmed down quite a bit. Without any distractions, he wrote a high-quality ending.
Of course … that had something to do with the novel that he had 'randomly' picked up. The behind-the-scenes team had specially chosen an urban novel that had a similar style to Night Fire's but was slightly inferior to his. Furthermore, the author of this novel had not dug too many holes, and the structure of the story was relatively small. In short, in this round, the production team had provided various factors to reduce the difficulty of Night Fire's writing.
Based on Fei Ran's original words, "Director, I can only help you up to this point."
"Wow! Night Fire is truly extraordinary! " Not long after, Oscar commented loudly, "After reading this article … I think … the suspense of the champion of Resurrection Night … is getting smaller and smaller." Before the result was announced, he had already made a very suggestive remark.
Immediately after, Night Fire's fans led the crowd in cheering. The director followed suit and directed the audience to applaud and cheer. Coupled with the DJ's timely insertion of epic BGM, it successfully created an extremely enthusiastic atmosphere.
After the hubbub, Oscar wiped the sweat off his forehead and sighed softly. "Phew … Everyone, the tense moment has arrived again … Now, please cast your last vote for the night." After he said this, he immediately added, "The time limit is … three minutes."
This time, the program team directly displayed the countdown to the voting time on the big screen, as if to urge the audience to make a choice quickly.
This move … was also very beneficial for Night Fire, who was the last to announce the article. The length of the voting time was not important, the important thing was that there was a time limit. As long as this concept was planted in the audience's mind, their speed of making a decision would increase, and they would be less meticulous in their thinking.
In this way … the final chapter would naturally gain the upper hand. First, it was because the memory was still fresh and the impression was still fresh. Second, it was because the audience needed some time to recall and savor the previous six articles.
Tick tock, tick tock …
The DJ did not forget to help. He turned on this sound effect in the audience area at the right time, as if afraid that the audience would overthink it …
…
Three minutes passed in the blink of an eye …
When the countdown reached zero, Oscar took the opportunity to say, "Okay! Time's up! "He faced the audience." On behalf of every contestant, I thank you for making such a serious choice. "
Then, he bowed, and the audience responded with a round of applause.
"At this moment, the twenty judges are still discussing. Facing these seven excellent answers, I believe they are quite conflicted …" Oscar continued. "Of course, for us contestants, today's competition is already over." He turned to face the contestants. "No matter the result, I believe … none of us have any regrets." He slowly walked over. "Let us finish the second part of the Q&A session in a relaxed atmosphere."
"Then we …" Oscar's eyes scanned the seven contestants. "… will start the questioning according to the ranking of the previous round." He walked to the seat of contestant number six. "Then … we will start with Bujue, who is temporarily last." He looked at Brother Bujue. "Bujue, which contestant would you like to ask?"
"Night Fire." Feng Bujue did not say anything. He turned around to look at Night Fire, who was sitting next to him, and asked, "If you don't mind me asking … do you like to write?"
His question came out of the blue, and he did not ask it through Oscar. Instead, he used the microphone before the contestants to finish the sentence.
Night Fire reacted quickly. He did not want to give the impression that he was stumped by such a simple question, so he answered instantly. "I started writing under the pen name Night Fire about a year ago." He paused. "I have loved literature since I was young. I read many books and wrote many essays. After I graduated from university, I relied on my pen to make a living. Then, for the sake of my literary dream, I became a full-time writer." His answer was quite clever, and he even added some words to please the audience.
"Yes, I wish you the best on the road of literature." Oscar praised him again before turning to his Brother Bujue. "Bujue, are you satisfied with Night Fire's answer?"
"You did not answer the question. What a load of nonsense," Feng Bujue replied expressionlessly.
At that moment, the atmosphere in the room dropped to freezing point.
Even the workers' brains had short-circuited, much less the audience. Oscar showed an unprecedented expression of shock and helplessness before the camera.
"What's wrong?" Feng Bujue looked at the stunned Oscar. "Continue, it's Yamucha's turn next."
"Quick! Before Night Fire starts an argument with him, we need to move! "Fei Ran's urgent voice came through Oscar's earpiece.
Oscar followed the order and slid to the second seat. He adjusted his expression quickly and said, "Okay … Next, Yamucha … who do you want to ask?"
"Er …" Yamucha's eyes were still glued to Feng Bujue, so he said without turning his head, "I wish to ask Brother Jue …" He turned his head slightly to the side and said into the microphone, "I noticed earlier … in a very popular online game recently, there is a famous player. His ID is similar to your pen name, and he also looks …"
"I have no comment." Feng Bujue cut him off and said in a tone like he was educating a child, "Also … young people shouldn't be addicted to games. Focus on your book."
"O … okay …" Yamucha's lips twitched, and he gave up on the spot.
"Brother Earth! Brother Earth is more reliable! Hurry up and find Brother Earth! "Feiran shouted a few more times in the comms channel.
Oscar had no idea what to do now. He would just follow whatever the director said. He did not even reply to Yamucha. He turned to Uncle Earth and said, "Brother Earth, it's your turn …"
"Oh, I want to ask … Soda …" Uncle Earth was indeed reliable. After all, he was middle-aged and was good at reading people's body language. He would leave himself some leeway. Therefore, he chose to cooperate with the host to divert everyone's attention.
Therefore, Uncle Earth asked Soda an unimportant question, and Soda gave a short and appropriate answer.
Then, when it was Soda's turn to ask a question, he asked Uncle Earth a similar question …
With the combined effort of these two, the audience's attention finally moved away from Feng Bujue and Night Fire … and the atmosphere became more normal.
After that, Goth Rose refused to answer any questions. She said that if someone asked her a question, she would refuse to answer.
Then … it was Bandit General's turn.
"I also want to ask … Night Fire." Bandit General turned around with a smile and asked Night Fire, "Did you … enjoy today's competition?"
Other than Night Fire, Bandit General was obviously the one who cared the most about this revival competition. At the start of the competition, he used his words to mock Night Fire's cheating. But … that was it. Bandit General knew that even without Night Fire, if he wanted to win the revival competition, he would have to rely on the other writers' abnormal behavior …
But … since things were already like this, Bandit General would not let go of this opportunity to gloat.
"Ha … Haha …" Night Fire laughed awkwardly. He was so annoyed by Feng Bujue that he almost forgot how to speak … If he said too much, he would seem hypocritical. If he told the truth … he was afraid that he would seem petty.
…
Fifteen minutes later, in Feng Bujue's lounge.
The lights, cameras, and sound recording were all set up. Oscar and Brother Jue sat opposite each other, ready to start the interview.
The previous recording was forced to stop …
After the cut, Night Fire left the stage and said a few words to the director. Then, he angrily left with his entourage. However, the other contestants stayed and recorded the rest of the scoring together. As for Night Fire's scenes, they would be recorded separately in the future.
After that … the Q&A segment in this episode was naturally cut out. The people behind the scenes did a lot of editing to mix together the scenes that were recorded separately to make this episode's master tape … Luckily, the revival competition would not be released until the end of June, so there was still plenty of time for post-production.
"Can we start?" Oscar held the script and asked Brother Jue.
"Anytime," Feng Bujue replied.
"OK, action!" The director who was sitting at the side ordered.
Oscar asked the first question in a calm tone, "Are you surprised by the result of being eliminated?"
"What do you think?" Feng Bujue actually threw the question back.
Oscar smiled. He seemed very relaxed, like he was chatting with a friend. "Ha … Yes … I think it's quite normal." He picked up the tablet beside him and scrolled down the progress bar. "Let's talk about the first round … Did you copy the entire lyrics?"
"I only demonstrated it," Feng Bujue said. "That's called plagiarism."
Oscar nodded. "So … the story of the tortoise and the hare in the second round …"
"Like I said, it's a high-level plagiarism," Feng Bujue said.
"Why … do you have to do this during the competition?" Oscar asked.
"I want to see the audience's reaction," Feng Bujue replied.
"Do you even need to look?" Oscar chuckled. "Of course he'll be despised."
"Is that so? Then why isn't it the same in reality? " Feng Bujue answered with another question. "Is such a simple logic that it only becomes black and white at this time and place?"
Oscar was startled. "That …"
"Does that mean … no matter what method I use to achieve success, as long as someone clears my name, I will be able to live with a clear conscience?" Am I really clean? "Feng Bujue asked again.
"You'll offend your peers if you talk like that." Oscar smiled and tried to change the topic.
"Haha … Not just my peers … Media, gaming software, electronic products …" Feng Bujue said. "I've seen so much that I'm numb to it …" He smiled. "So … when I saw my fans in the audience booing me, I was so happy."
Oscar was silent for a few seconds and looked at Brother Jue with admiration. Then he moved the progress bar on the tablet. "In the third round, your performance was outstanding, and you used less than half an hour." He paused. "So … this is your real ability?"
"If you think so, then so be it." Feng Bujue smiled.
Then, Oscar looked at the script and raised his hand to signal the workers behind him. The sound collector and cameraman immediately understood and stopped filming.
Then Oscar changed his tone to tell Brother Jue, "Hmm … According to the rules, all the contestants who participated in the revival contest today have to say something to the successful writer. Bujue, what do you think …"
"I have an idea." At that moment, Fei Ran, who sat in the corner of the room, suddenly interrupted. "Bujue, let's discuss this …"
Feng Bujue glanced at her from the corner of his eyes and replied, "Director … your resentment toward Night Fire sure runs deep. I've already helped you so much, what more do you want from me?"
Seeing this, I believe everyone understands the situation. That's right … the person who was really annoyed by Night Fire … was the main director, Fei Ran.
Before the 'pre-competition mobilization', Fei Ran had already come to an agreement with Feng Bujue. These two treacherous fellows had secretly conspired to direct today's drama … And Night Fire, who had a guilty conscience, could only gloomily accept it.
…
The evening of the 8th of June, Feng Bujue's home.
Brother Jue looked at the group of people in the living room and said in a helpless tone, "You bunch of people … don't you need to go to work tomorrow?"
At that moment, Li Ruo Yu, Wang Tanzhi, Gu Xiao Ling, An Yueqin, Bao Qing, the landlord, Auntie Liu … The group of people were all sitting before the screen in his home theater, watching the unedited version of I Am a Writer — Revival Night that he had brought back from the television station.
"It's rare for your house to have guests, you should be happy." Ouyang Ruo held an apple and walked over from the kitchen. She stood next to Brother Jue and said, "By the way … why are there underwear in your fridge?"
Feng Bujue slowly turned around to glare at the litigation stick. "None of you … really treat yourselves as outsiders!" He snatched the apple from Ouyang Ruo's hand. "I haven't asked you yet. Why are you here to join the fun? "
"I called him on the way here." An Yueqin, who sat not far away, raised her head to say.
Ouyang Ruo added, "In other words … I, the professional, am here to see … whether your actions in this episode will be enough to warrant a lawsuit." As he said that, he snatched the apple back from Brother Jue's hand. "If there's a problem … at least I'll be prepared."
"You're just here to watch the show … and yet you make it sound so reasonable …" Feng Bujue narrowed his eyes. "I've already colluded with the main director. How could there be any evidence left in the official broadcast?"
"Shh! Stop talking, it's starting!" Xiao Tan said excitedly.
Before he finished, the first scene of the show appeared on the television screen.
One hour later …
The official footage of the competition had finished, and the video entered the backstage interview phase. The video of Oscar talking to Brother Jue and him interviewing other writers alternated on the screen.
"Bujue, before you leave this stage, can you say a few words to Night Fire, who has entered the finals?" Oscar asked with a smile.
"Hmm … Sure …" The camera cut to Feng Bujue. He used a listless expression and dragged out his reply.
"Oh, by the way, according to our backstage statistics, you've used many songs written or composed by Mr. Li Zongsheng today," Oscar said. "How about …" As he said that, he passed the tablet in his hand to Feng Bujue. "How about you leave a message in the form of lyrics?"
"Ha, ha, ha …" Feng Bujue used a flat voice and laughed drily. "That's exactly what I want …"
Then, as if he had prepared this beforehand, he wrote quickly on the tablet.
"What can you do about life if you can't get what you want?
You can't bear to give up what you should, and you only care about worldly affairs.
When you realize that compromise is a thief, it will have stolen all your choices.
Fame and fortune are just a high fever, and regret follows closely behind. Cough.
I can forgive, but I can't stop.
Feeling sad alone at night.
You're young and frivolous, but you pretend to be old.
Who gave you the courage to pretend?
Abandoning your dream is like a slap.
Whenever you remember a sentence, you'll get a slap.
Then you'll start to reflect and hate yourself for being dirty. "
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