Thriller Paradise Chapter 551: Laughing Hong Chen
"Look at... the big screen." Oscar continued with the previous sentence, turning around and saying.
At the same second, on the big screen next to the stage and on the small screens in front of the writers, this content appeared: [Zhang San, Li Si, dusk, grassland, victory and defeat]
"As you can see, today’s rules have changed. In the past, the requirements for this round were...based on a narrative content, to design an outline text, and make it through oral dictation. Become a relatively complete story." Oscar explained, "But today, what we give is... the characters, times, places, and events."
When he said this, the cameraman scanned the faces of each player one by one. Except for Brother Jue... everyone's expression has changed a little.
"However, the other rules of this round are still the same as usual..." Oscar immediately said, "At this moment, the console in front of our seven writers has been switched to free input mode. Regardless of text, Sketches, tables, graffiti...You can plan as you like." He paused, "The time for this round is still ten minutes."
After that, he looked at the players' stand and spoke very quickly: "So now...the second round, start!"
Tick Tick...
Before the Oscar's voice was over, the sound of clocks and watches rang out on the scene. This is also the director's arrangement... in order to express a sense of tension. Many similar techniques have been used in this resurrection to create the atmosphere.
"The brush of God, as the most popular part of this program, is deeply loved by all viewers and friends." The advertising time has not come yet, Oscar has to continue to talk, "The performance in this round is the most Importantly... Many players 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 look even better. Naturally, "And today...on the stage of the resurrection night. Only one player can advance to the final. That is to say...we will eliminate not one, but six." He said in a very serious tone. The well-known nonsense is stated again, but without any sense of disobedience, "But if... can take the lead in this round, it goes without saying... it means that one foot has entered the finals. Threshold."
As he spoke, the timer on the big screen had gone for nearly two minutes. Among the seven writers present, six have already picked up electronic pens. Get busy on the console. Only Feng Bujue...supported his cheeks with both hands, looked up at the ceiling forty-five degrees, and didn't know if it was a daze or a cuteness.
"This kid...what's the idea..." Oscar caught a glimpse of this scene from the corner of his eye, and instantly had a bad premonition, "Speaking of which...Is he abandoning himself..." He said in his heart Said, "Or... he is grandstanding?"
"No... he is not that kind of person." Oscar thought for a few seconds. He quickly denied these two speculations: "Well...according to his personality, I'm afraid the truth is... he thought the final was too troublesome, so he deliberately let himself out."
I figured this out, all the surprises and doubts in Oscar's heart were swept away. At this moment, he smiled unconsciously, because he suddenly thought...what was going on in front of him was very ironic...for some people, what they have to win by any means, for others, it is impossible to get rid of them. Burden.
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Ten minutes passed quickly. During this period, Oscar stepped down and rested for a few minutes, drank some water and applied makeup.
The three minutes he was talking about just now has already made up the gap outside of the ad time, and the rest will be recorded later.
In addition, the on-site director (different from the last time when Brother Jue came to the competition, Fei Ran was the on-site conductor of this show) also had some brief exchanges with the audience. I talked about what issues should be paid attention to in the next recording.
It wasn't until 30 seconds left in the countdown on the big screen that Oscar stepped onto the stage again.
"Attention all units, ready." Feiran said hello in the headset.
"Welcome back...I am the writer—Resurrection Night! I am Oscar." After a few minutes of rest, Oscar returned to his radiant state, "Thank you for your patience during the advertisement... Let’s take a look, there is still time left for this round......"
The lens of the main camera is now cut over. Gave a close-up of the big screen.
"...twenty-one seconds." Oscar continued, "Are you all tense like me?" He said, stepping sideways closer to the players' bench. "But the most nervous... is undoubtedly our seven writers, I don't know how their creative progress is..."
Next, there was a sudden silence.
These ten seconds will be handed over to later personnel for processing. When the film is finished, this segment of the screen will be divided into several pieces, while the countdown is played, while the close-ups of the players are constantly switched, coupled with the imminent BGM... to create a kind of "time is up" The TV screen will explode.
I don’t know why, and such methods...I’ve tried many times in various variety shows, and they endure for a long time.
"Time is up!" Oscar took a sentence after the countdown ended, and then directly said to the big screen, "Not much gossip... please see... random numbers."
Seven Arabic numerals flashed rapidly on the screen, and a few seconds later, it stopped at the number "6".
"Heh...this is also done secretly..." Feng Bujue said in his heart, "In this round, it is obvious that the later the people who announce the outline, the more advantageous they have more time to think...and The first person to appear was the most unlucky. By the time the score was scored, the following paragraphs had already diluted the audience’s impression of the first story." His eyes looked at Fei Ran intentionally or unintentionally, “As expected of the director... …It’s done very well. I think the last person to announce... is Night Fire. Um... If it’s me, I will also separate the narrative sequence of soda from Night Fire by at least two people. If it’s allowed Soda will appear in the penultimate stage, in contrast to Night Fire, the latter can be troublesome..."
Brother Jue's mind flashed, and all these thoughts passed through his mind in only three seconds.
As for Oscar, he just walked in front of him at this time: "Unconsciously, I still remember that when you came to our show last time, you won the second place in this round. Although you were eventually eliminated, But your very spoofing story still left a deep impression on everyone." At the prompt of the staff (via headphones). He briefly reviewed Jue's past performance, "I don't know what kind of surprise you will bring us today..."
"Surprised is for sure..." Feng Bujue replied blankly, "Hey...hehe..."
"Then, please start...start..." When Oscar said this, there was an unexpected pause between "open" and "begin", because in that second, He saw Brother Jue's console...the screen was empty. Not moved.
"Once upon a time, there were two people." Feng Bujue intersected his ten fingers, put his hands under his nose, and made the signature moves of Commander Ikura, and said coldly, "One is called Zhang San. The other is called Li Si."
The scene suddenly became very quiet...
All the audience present today, including fans of other writers, are all looking forward to Feng Bujue’s performance in the brush of God, because no one knows what this guy will make up...
Feng Bujue’s narration gradually unfolded, "At some evening, Zhang San asked Li Si out to race and run with him..."
"Huh?" Oscar said in a daze. "Run?"
"The place of the test was on a grassland..." Feng Bujue continued, "Li Si is a lame man, nicknamed Tieguai Li, and he usually walks with crutches. Zhang San is an athlete. He is 2.16 meters tall and has long legs. He was given the nickname Chamberlain."
"Is it really just a nickname..." Oscar really wanted to add such a sentence. But I can only endure it.
"The two stood side by side, and the arrogant Zhang San asked Li Si to call and prepare to run." Feng Bujue said, "So, Li Si said, ‘Sit down...and walk!’"
"What is it walking!" Oscar exclaimed in his heart.
"Li rushed out before the four words came out." Feng Bujue said, "Zhang San didn't care about the other party's despicable cheating. He smiled indifferently. He pulled his leg to keep up."
"Finding a guy who is lame in a race is not a gentleman!"
"In ten seconds, Zhang San surpassed Li Si and opened a distance of hundreds of meters. He ran at this speed for a while... When he looked back, Li was limping. Si has become a tiny black spot on the grassland." Brother Jue said. "Zhang San thought: The end point is five meters away. I'm set to win. It's better to lie down and take a nap."
"Insane! You run five meters!"
"Zhang San was lying on the grassland, blowing the gentle evening breeze. After a while... he really closed his eyelids and fell asleep." Feng Bujue continued, "and Li Si is chasing, chasing, and abducting. Abduction... When he walked to Zhang San's side, he was exhausted."
"Hehe...If it were me...I saw Zhang San standing up at this time, and I would beat him to a crippled man with crutches..." Oscar's heart was uninterrupted.
"And Zhang San is still sleeping...Although Li Si wants to rest for a while, he knows that Zhang San runs faster than himself, and he can only win if he persists." Brother Jue looked solemn, "After a lot of intense Li Si gritted his teeth and insisted on moving forward."
"It's only five meters! Fighting ass! Don't you just take a few steps in the process of fighting!"
"Finally, Li Si crossed the finish line." Feng Bujue's story came to an end, "Zhang San wakes up and looks back...Huh? Why did Li Si disappear?" He used one for the kindergarten The child said in a vivid tone, "Oh, it's amazing! Li Si has already crossed the finish line. Zhang San looked anxious, but now he can't help catching up. Li Si has already won." He shook his head and sighed, "Ah... it's so thought-provoking..."
"Director...let's call the security guard..." Oscar turned his head, switched the microphone to the background communication mode and said.
"No need..." said brilliantly, "He has finished speaking, and it will be too late to drive him out..."
"No...I mean, let the security guard stand by." Oscar whispered, "In case the audience throws debris on the stage or rushes towards him directly, you can let the security guard resist for a while..."
"It's okay...you go around a little bit." said brilliantly, "find a way to cover the past..."
"Cover an egg!" Oscar actually sweared at the director in the communication, "Kindergarten children have heard that this is a race between the tortoise and the hare!"
"Calm...Be calm..." Feiran said in a firm tone, "Choose something nice to say, it's really impossible to tell a few jokes, talk about it..."
The part of Oscar whispering while holding on to the earphones will naturally be cut off in the later stage, so he simply talked for more than three minutes.
Three minutes later. Oscar adjusted his emotions and expressions, and re-tuned the microphone back to the host's channel: "Ha..." He smiled, how fake and fake this smile is, "I don't know... your story... as a whole... …It’s still quite educational..."
"Por--" The audience booed in an instant. This time, the audience was booing, some of the fans who supported him have left the stage angrily, and the rest have basically turned from fans to black. Tossed away the banner slogan and joined the booing camp.
"Hehe... of course, this is the tortoise and the hare race." Feng Bujue smiled shamelessly and replied calmly.
"Don't go too far!" Suddenly, the night fire sitting next to the number seven player's seat said loudly.
This situation is unprecedented...In the history of the recording of "I Am a Writer", there has never been a scene where two players clashed on the spot. Oscar's ability to control the scene is very strong. Generally speaking...who, when, what to say... is guided by his host.
But right now, there is an unexpected situation.
"Attention, all units, don't stop, continue recording!" Excited voices sounded in the staff's earphones, and it seemed...The director liked this scene.
"No matter what your purpose is. Please don't use this attitude to tarnish this sacred stage." Ye Zhihuo stared at Brother Jue sternly.
"Oh?" Feng Bujue turned his head and looked at Ye Zhihuo with a smile full of irony, "Is this stage sacred?"
Before the words fell, Jue suddenly stood up.
Near the stage, several security guards outside the camera are sweating coldly, and they all thought: No, do you really want us to appear on the stage...
Feng Bujue took two steps. The seventh player who came to the night fire stood still, put his hands on the console, put his face in front of the opponent, and stared at the latter...
Faced with Brother Jue’s actions, Ye Zhihuo was suddenly at a loss... He originally wanted to gain some popularity for himself through the remarks just now, and easily make up for the second-ranked guy next to the Internet. . It is the strategy of "falling down in the well and the humble person respecting oneself" with one stone and two birds with one stone.
Unexpectedly...Feng Bujue left his seat and forced him over. Look at this posture... Is it to do it?
Ye Zhihuo is about 30 years old this year, dressed up very vigorously, and also wore a slim suit, but it is still difficult to conceal his more puffy posture.
Feng Bujue...Although it looks thin. However, after regular exercise during the recent period, his body has been trained very strong and has clear lines; coupled with the suppression of height, it is obviously not a disadvantage to fight...
"Hey hey...what's the trouble...you are really going to beat the fire of the night, this is not caused by being pulled out by the security, maybe people will sue you..." Oscar said in his heart.
"If this stage is sacred..." Feng Bujue looked directly into the other's eyes and said in a deep voice, "...then why are you here?"
"What do you mean by that!" Night Fire seemed to blow up hair, furious on the spot.
Because, from the words of Brother Jue, he heard another meaning...
Ye Zhihuo knows best in his heart that his own "No. 1 in the popular vote of the wild card game" was completed by a black box operation...to put it more bluntly-he paid the money. Just like some Internet writers spend money to review their own results on the website, Ye Zhihuo has also done similar things and made his ranking first in the Internet selection. In addition, he also walked a little relationship and put pressure on the top of the TV station through sponsors to pave the way for him to enter the finals.
When Feng Bujue in turn satirized him with his so-called "sacred" remarks, Ye Zhihuo naturally became angry.
"It's nothing, just talk casually. If you don't like to listen, I'll say something else." Feng Bujue suddenly smiled again, turned around leisurely, and returned to his seat.
The audience on the sidelines were all dumbfounded, not knowing how to react...
Oscar saw that the situation eased, and hurriedly said: "Ah...haha...I still love to joke so much..." He tried to dilute the terrifying atmosphere with laughter~IndoMTL.com~and The next step is to change the topic, "Speaking... I don't realize that there are some highlights in your creation this time, at least there are many slots."
"Where is it?" Feng Bujue was dismantling his own stage. "I said that this story is the tortoise and the hare race. Even if there are highlights, I'm just "advanced copy"."
"Uh..." Oscar really couldn't take the conversation anymore. He sighed, regardless of the on-site effects (it really doesn't matter now, the mess will be processed later) and the atmosphere, and he said directly. , "Unconsciously... I was shocked to be honest. What do you mean by your performance today...?"
"Heh... when the section list is over, you will understand..." Feng Bujue put his hands on his head again, and replied in a relaxed tone, "Now...just let me behave abnormally. ."
"Huh... it sounds like you can be as good as your normal performance..." Night Fire snorted coldly beside him.
Feng Bujue didn’t care about it. He didn’t even look at Ye Zhihuo. He just smiled and said, “It’s okay to say that I’m arrogant, I don’t want anyone to understand, I’m proud.” (To be continued. . If you like this work, you are welcome to come to the starting point () to vote for recommendation votes, monthly tickets, your support is my biggest motivation. For mobile phone users, please go to read.)