"Look...... Big screen. Oscar picked up on the previous sentence and turned around and said.

At the same second, on the big screen next to the stage, as well as on the small screen in front of each writer, there was such content: [Zhang San, Li Si, Dusk, Grassland, Victory or Defeat]

"As you can see, the rules have changed today. In the past, the requirements for this round were...... According to the narrative content, design an outline of the text, and dictate it through guò, so that it becomes a relatively complete story. "But today, we're giving ...... People, times, places, and events. ”

As he said this, the cameraman scanned the expressions of the contestants one by one. Except for Brother Jue...... Everyone's expressions changed a little.

"However, the other rules of this round ......are still the same as usual," Oscar then added, "At this moment, the console in front of the seven of us writers has been switched to free input mode. Words, sketches, tables, doodles...... You can plan as you please. He paused, "And the time of this round is still ten minutes." ”

With that, he looked at the bench and said quickly, "So now...... Round 2, begin! ”

Tick tick tick ......

Before Oscar finished speaking, the sound of a clock sounded on the scene. This is also the director's arrangement...... In order to embody a sense of tension. A number of similar tactics have been used to create the atmosphere for this repechage match.

"The stroke of genius, as the most popular part of this show, is deeply loved by all the audience and friends." The advertising time has not yet arrived, and Oscar has to continue to pull, "In this round, it is crucial...... There are many players who have been eliminated because of their poor performance in this round...... "He moved slowly around the stage and made some eye contact with the audience to make his speech look more natural," and today...... On the stage of this night of resurrection. Only one player can advance to the finals. Other words...... We will eliminate not one person, but people. He repeated this well-known nonsense in an extremely stern tone, but without any sense of disobedience, "but what if...... It goes without saying that it can take the lead in this round...... It is equivalent to having one foot on the threshold of the finals. ”

As he spoke, the timer on the big screen had gone for almost two minutes. Some of the seven writers present have already picked up electric pens. Get busy on the workbench. Only the seal is not realized...... Holding his cheeks with both hands, he looked up at the ceiling at forty-five degrees, and he didn't know if this was a daze or cute.

"This little ...... What are you thinking about......" Oscar caught a glimpse of this scene with his peripheral vision, and instantly had a bad premonition," he said...... Did he give up on himself......" he thought to himself, "or...... Is he grandstanding? ”

"That's not right...... He's not that kind of person. Oscar thought for a moment. The two speculations were quickly dismissed: "Hmm...... According to his personality, I am afraid the truth is...... He thought the final was too troublesome, so he deliberately let himself out. ”

Thinking of this, all the surprises and doubts in Oscar's heart were swept away. At this moment, he smiled unconsciously, because he suddenly thought of ...... What is happening before us is ironic...... For some, what you want to get by any means is a burden that you can't shake off for others.

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Ten minutes passed quickly. During this period, Oscar stepped off the stage and rested for a few minutes, drank some water, and touched up his makeup.

The three minutes he was idle on it just now have filled up the gaps outside the advertising time, and the rest will be recorded in the later stage.

In addition, the on-site director (unlike the last time Jue Ge came to the competition, the on-site conductor of this scene was personally in charge of Feiran) also made some brief exchanges with the audience. I talked about what problems to pay attention to in the next recording.

It wasn't until there were thirty seconds left in the countdown on the big screen that Oscar took the stage again.

"Attention units, ready." Fei Ran said hello on the headphones.

"Welcome back to ...... I'm a Writer - Resurrection Night! I'm Oscar. Oscar rested for a few minutes before recovering his spirits, "Thank you for your patience during the commercial...... Let's take a look at the time of this round, there are ...... left"

The lens of the main camera cuts to this point. A close-up of the big screen was given.

“…… Twenty-one seconds. Oscar continued, "Are you as nervous as I am?" As he spoke, he approached the bench with a sideways step. But the most nervous ...... Undoubtedly, it's still our seven writers, I don't know how their creative progress is......"

What followed was a rather abrupt silence.

These ten seconds will be handed over to the post-production personnel to deal with. When the film is made, the picture of this section will be divided into several pieces, and while the countdown is played, the close-ups of the contestants are constantly switched, and the BGM with a sense of imminence is added...... It creates a feeling that the TV screen will explode as soon as the time comes.

For some reason, things like that...... has been tried and tested in various variety shows and endured for a long time.

"It's time!" Oscar picked up after the countdown was over, and then said directly to the big screen, "Don't talk much...... Please take a look...... Random numbers. ”

Seven Arabic numerals flickered on the screen, and after a few seconds, they stopped at the number "6".

"Huh...... This is also a secret operation......" Feng Bujue thought in his heart, "This round, it is obvious that the later the person announces the outline, the more advantageous, they have more time to think...... And the first person to appear was the most unlucky, and by the time it was scored, the next few narratives had already diluted the audience's impression of the first story. His eyes looked at Fei Ran intentionally or unintentionally, "It is worthy of Fei Dao...... It's very clever. Presumably the last person to make an announcement...... It's the fire of the night. Well...... If it were me, I'd also separate at least two people from the nightfire in the narrative order of the soda. If you let Soda appear in the penultimate place, in contrast to Nightfire, then the latter will be in trouble......"

Brother Jue's mind flashed, and all these thoughts passed through his mind in just three seconds.

And Oscar happened to walk in front of him at this time: "No, I still remember the last time you came to our show, you won the second place in this round." Although you were unfortunately eliminated in the end, your very spoofed story still left a deep impression on everyone. "Under the tips of the staff (tong guò headphones). He briefly looked back at Brother Jue's past expression, "I don't know today...... What kind of surprise will you bring to us? ”

"Surprise is for sure......" Feng Bujue replied expressionlessly, "Happy...... Hehe......"

"So, please open ...... Start......" When Oscar said this, there was an obvious unexpected pause between "on" and "start", because at that second, he saw Jue's console...... The screen is empty. Not a single touch.

"Once upon a time, there were two people." Feng Bujue intersected his fingers, put his hands under his nose, and made Commander Ikari's signature move, and said coldly, "One is called Zhang San." One is named Li Si. ”

The scene suddenly became quiet......

All the audience here today, including fans of other writers, were looking forward to Feng Buyi's expression, because no one knew what this guy was going to make up......

Feng Buju's narration gradually unfolded, "At a certain dusk, Zhang San asked Li Si out to compete with him for a run......"

"Huh?" Oscar was stunned for a moment, and said in his heart. "Run?"

"The location of the competition is on a grassland,...... Feng Bujue continued, "Li Si is lame, nicknamed Tie Guan Li, and usually relies on crutches to assist. And Zhang San is an athlete, two meters tall, with long legs, and is nicknamed Chamberlain. ”

"Is it really just a nickname...... Oscar really wanted to pick up. But I can only endure it.

The two stood side by side, and the arrogant Zhang San asked Li Si to shout and prepare to run. Feng Bujue said, "So, Li Si said, 'Everyone is in place...... Walking! ’”

"What the hell is walking!" Oscar exclaimed in his heart.

Before Li Si could finish speaking, he rushed out. Feng Bujue said, "Zhang San didn't care about the other party's despicable cheating, he smiled indifferently. And he pulled his legs to follow. ”

"It's not a decent guy to find a lame runner!"

In more than ten seconds, Zhang San surpassed Li Si and opened a distance of hundreds of meters. He ran with his head down at this speed for a while...... When he looked back, Li Si, who was limping, had become a small black spot on the grassland. "Brother Jue said." Zhang San thought to himself: The finish line is five meters away, I have won, it is better to lie down and take a nap. ”

"Neurotic! You'll run another five meters! ”

Zhang San lay on the grassland, blowing a warm evening breeze, and after a while...... I really closed my eyelids and fell asleep. Feng Bujue continued, "And Li Si is chasing, chasing, crutching, crutches...... When he walked up to Zhang San's side, he was already exhausted. ”

"Huh...... If it's me...... At this time, when I saw Zhang San standing up, I beat him lame with a cane......" Oscar's inner complaint did not stop.

And Zhang San was still sleeping...... Although Li Si also wanted to rest for a while, he knew that Zhang San ran faster than himself, and he could only win if he persevered. Brother Jue's face was solemn, "After a fierce ideological struggle, Li Si still gritted his teeth and insisted on moving forward." ”

"It's only five meters! Fight a fart! Wouldn't it be a few steps away in the process of struggle? ”

"Finally, Li Si crossed the finish line." Feng Bujue's story is nearing the end, "Zhang San woke up and looked back...... Hey? Why is Li Si missing? In a tone of lecture to a kindergarten child, he replied vividly, "Oh, that's amazing! Li Si has already crossed the finish line. Zhang San was anxious when he saw it, but it was useless for him to catch up now, Li Si had already won. He shook his head and exclaimed, "Ah...... It's so thought-provoking......"

Director...... Let's call security......" Oscar said, turning his head and switching the microphone to backstage communication mode.

"No need......" Fei Ran said, "He's done talking, it's too late to kick him out......"

"No...... I mean, keep the security on standby. Oscar whispered, "In case the audience throws debris at the stage, or rushes directly at him, it can make the security guard brother resist for a while......"

"It's okay...... You're going around a little. Fei Ran said, "Find a way to cover up the past ......"

"Cover up the eggs!" Oscar was actually communicating, and burst into foul language at the chief director, "The kindergarten children all heard that this is a tortoise and rabbit race!" ”

"Calm down...... Be calm......" Fei Ran said in a firm tone, "Pick something nice to say, it's really not good to say a few jokes and tear up the topic......"

The part where Oscar whispered with his headphones would naturally be cut out in the later stage, so he simply said it for more than three minutes.

Three minutes later. Oscar adjusted his emotions and expressions, and re-adjusted the microphone back to the host's channel: "Ha ......" he smiled, how fake this smile was, "I don't know...... Your story...... What about the whole...... It's still quite educational......"

"Porphyry—" The audience burst into boos. This time, the audience was booing Brother Jue, some of the fans who supported him had left the venue angrily, and the rest basically turned from pink to black. threw away the banner and joined the camp of booing him.

"Huh...... Of course, this is a tortoise and rabbit race. Feng Bujue Tian smiled shamelessly and replied calmly.

"Don't go too far!" Suddenly, Night Fire, who was sitting in the No. 7 player seat next to him, spoke loudly.

This is the first time this has happened...... In the history of the recording of "I Am a Writer", there has never been a scene where two contestants clash on the spot. Oscar's ability to control the scene is very strong. Generally speaking...... Who, when, and what to say...... It's all guided by him, the host.

But now, there is an unexpected situation.

"Attention units, don't stop, keep recording!" The sound of great excitement sounded in the headphones of the staff, and it looked ...... The director is very happy to see this scene.

"It doesn't matter what your purpose is. Please do not use this attitude to defile this sacred stage. Night Fire glared at Brother Jue solemnly and said.

"Oh?" Feng Bujue turned his head, looked at the Night Fire with an ironic smile, and said, "Is this stage sacred?" ”

Before the words fell, Brother Jue suddenly stood up.

Near the stage, several security guards outside the camera broke out in a cold sweat, and they all said to themselves: No...... Are we really going to play......

Feng Bujue took two steps. Player Seven stood still in front of the No. 7 player who came to Nightfire, propped his hands on the table, and put his face in front of the opponent, forcing him to look at him......

Faced with Brother Jue's actions, Night Fire was suddenly a little overwhelmed...... He originally figured out what Guò said just now to gain some popularity for himself, and easily made up for the guy next to him who was voted second on the Internet. It is the plan of "falling into the well and respecting oneself".

Unexpectedly...... Feng Bujue actually left his seat and forced him over. Look at this stance...... Is it to do it?

Night Fire is around Chinese New Year's Eve years old today, dressed very energetically, and wears a slim suit, but it is still difficult to hide his relatively fat body.

And the seal is not realized...... Although it seems emaciated. But after regular exercise recently, his body has become very strong and well-defined; Coupled with the suppression of height, it is obvious that the fight will not suffer......

"Hey...... What's going on...... If you really beat up the night fire, it's not like you're being pulled out by the security guards, maybe people will sue you......" Oscar said in his heart.

"If this stage is sacred...... Feng Bujue looked directly into the other party's eyes and said in a deep voice, "...... So why are you here? ”

"What do you mean by that?" The fire of the night was furious on the spot as if it had exploded.

Because, from Brother Jue's words, he heard another layer of meaning......

Nightfire himself knows best in his heart that his "first place in the popularity vote of the repechage competition" was completed by a dark box operation...... To put it more bluntly - he paid for it. Just like some online writers spend money to brush up on their results on the website, Nightfire has done something similar and made himself ranked first in the online audition. In addition, he also made a few connections, and through guò sponsors, he put pressure on the top management of the TV station, paving the way for him to reach the finals.

When Feng Bujue used his so-called "sacred" remarks to satirize him, the fire of the night was naturally annoyed and angry.

"It's nothing, just talk about it, if you don't like to hear it, I'll say something else." Feng Bujue smiled again, then turned around and returned to his seat.

The crowd on the sidelines was stunned, not knowing how to react......

Oscar saw that the situation had eased up, and hurriedly said, "Ah...... Ha ha...... I don't think I'm still so fond of jokes......" He tried to dilute the terrifying atmosphere with laughter. And the next step is to change the topic, "Say...... I don't think your creation this time actually has some highlights, at least there are a lot of slots. ”

"Where?" Feng Bujue was dismantling his own platform, "I said that this story is changed by the tortoise and rabbit race, even if there are bright spots, I am just 'copying at the senior level'." ”

"Uh......" Oscar really couldn't answer anymore, he sighed, and didn't care about the live effect (it really doesn't matter now, let's let the mess be post-processed) and the atmosphere, and said directly, "I don't know...... To be honest, I was shocked. Your table for today...... What does that mean exactly? ”

"Huh...... When the excerpt is finished, you will understand......" Feng Bujue put his hands on his head again, and replied in a relaxed tone, "Now...... It's just like when I'm playing out of style. ”

"Hmph...... It's as if you're as good as you can be......" Nightfire snorted coldly.

Feng Bujue didn't care about this, he didn't even look at the night fire, he just smiled and said: "It's okay to say that my eyes are empty, I don't want anyone to understand, I am proud." ”RI