Thriller Paradise Chapter 554: Songs for myself

After Feng Bujue's article was published, the scene fell silent.

Maybe the audience is hesitating...Would you like to applaud this guy who is messing around in the audience?

In a sense, Jue suddenly took a serious look in the last round, but it made people feel even more uncomfortable...

If he just messed around to the end, it would be fine. But now this kind of performance is not equivalent to saying... "Sorry, I was teasing you before."

Even the Oscar, who is very experienced in hosting, didn't know how to react for a while. Fortunately, this round of writing content does not require him to read the entire text. He is also watching the big screen with the audience. So he can answer the call whenever he wants, and he doesn't need to rush to speak at a specific time.

"Um... I don't know the answer of the contestant, I think everyone has seen it." A few minutes later, Oscar got the director's instructions on the communication channel and got a bottom line before he said, "...erh , I’m not aware of it. To be honest, if you performed like this in the first two rounds, you might not be behind, right?"

"Huh..." Feng Bujue sneered, "I don't think it is necessary."

Oscar realized something vigilantly and didn't answer the question. He just turned around and shrugged to the camera lens, and then walked to the seventh player seat: "So... Next, let's watch today's finale..." He waved his arm to the big screen again, "... …To announce together, the final chapter created by Nightfire."

In the next second, the proud work written by Night Spark for an hour and a half was displayed on the screen.

In this round, his performance is indeed very good. Because Feng Bujue temporarily left the stage, Ye Zhihuo's mood calmed down a lot. With no distractions, he wrote a good quality ending.

Of course... This is also related to the novel itself that he "randomly" arrives at. The behind-the-scenes team specially selected an urban novel whose style is similar to that of Night Fire, but is slightly inferior to his. Moreover, the original author of this book did not dig too many holes, and the structure of the whole story is relatively small...In short, In this round, the program group provided various favorable factors to reduce the difficulty of writing night fire.

According to Feiran’s original words: "Director, I can only help you here."

"Wow! The Fire of Night is extraordinary!" Not long. Oscar commented loudly, "After reading such an article...I think...the suspense of the championship of Resurrection Night...has been getting smaller and smaller." Before the results were announced, he had already said something very interesting. Suggestive words.

After that, the fans of Nightfire took the lead and cheered in the audience. The director also followed the trend, commanding the audience to applaud and cooperating with the epic BGM inserted in time by the on-site DJ, successfully creating an extremely warm atmosphere.

After the noise. Oscar made a gesture of wiping sweat, sighed softly, and said: "Hoo... viewers, the tense moment has come again... Now, please vote... your last vote tonight." After saying this, he immediately added. "The time is... three minutes."

This time, the program team directly printed the countdown to the voting time on the big screen, seeming to want to urge the audience to make choices quickly.

This move is also very beneficial for Nightfire, who was the last to publish the article. The length of the voting time limit is not important. What is important is the "time limit." As long as the audience has such a concept in their minds, their decision-making speed will increase and their thinking will become less detailed.

In this way... the final chapter. Since it will take the lead. One is because the memory is fresh and the impression is still there; the other is because it takes a certain amount of time for the audience to recall and taste the previous six articles.

"Tick, tick..."

The DJ did not forget to help, and turned on such sound effects in the audience area at the right time, as if they were afraid they would think too much...

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Three minutes passed in a blink of an eye...

When the time went to zero, Oscar took the opportunity: "OK! Time is up!" He faced the audience, "I represent every player. Thank you for your serious choice."

After that, he bowed, and the audience responded with applause.

"At this moment, the comments of the 20 expert judges are still going on. Facing such seven excellent answers, they must be extremely entangled..." Oscar continued, "Of course. For our players, today's game It's over." He turned to face the players' bench, "No matter what the result is, I think...everyone has no regrets." He walked over slowly. "Let us finish the second part of the question and answer session in a relaxed atmosphere."

"Then we..." Oscar's gaze swept across the seven writers, "...Let’s start asking questions in the order of the ranking up to the previous round." He stepped forward and reached the number six contestant. Before the meeting, "Just start with... temporarily the last one." He looked at Brother Jue and said, "No, which writer do you want to ask questions?"

"Yezhihuo." Feng Bujue said nothing, turned his head, looked at Yezhihuo next to him, and asked, "Let me ask...Do you like writing?"

He asked very suddenly, and didn't pass the Oscars to relay it, but just finished the whole sentence directly with the microphone in front of the players' bench.

Yezhihuo's reaction was quite quick. He didn't want to give people the feeling of "just ask me for such a simple question", so he immediately responded: "I use'nightfire' I started writing under this pseudonym a year ago.” He paused, “I have loved literature since I was a child. I read many books and wrote a lot of articles. After graduating from college, I also rely on the pen to eat... and later for me. He became a full-time writer for his literary dream.” His answer was quite witty, and he took advantage of the momentum and added some comments to please the audience.

"Well, I wish you can go further and further on the road of literature." Oscar praised again, then turned to Brother Jue, "No, Ye Zhihuo's answer, does it satisfy you?"

"The answer is not what you are asking, it's nonsense." Feng Bujue replied blankly.

At this moment, the atmosphere of the audience dropped to a freezing point...

Don't talk about the audience, many of the staff's brains are in a state of short-circuiting, and Oscar has shown a look of consternation and helplessness in front of the camera like never before.

"What's the matter?" Feng Bujue looked at the stunned Oscar and said, "Go on, the next one is Ya Mucha's question."

"Quick! Before the fire of the night quarreled with him, act quickly!" The words eagerly rang out from Oscar's earphones at this moment.

Oscar had to turn around, and he came to the No. 2 bench with a slip... He quickly adjusted his expression and said: "Okay... Next. Ya Mucha... Who do you want to ask questions? What?"

"Uh..." Ya Mucha couldn't look away from Feng Bujue's side, he said without looking back, "I want to ask Brother Jue..." He turned his head slightly and said into the microphone. "I’ve noticed before... In a popular online game recently, there is a well-known player whose ID is very similar to your pen name. He looks like..."

"No comment." Feng Bujue interrupted him, and said in an educative tone, "Also...Young people don't indulge in games and write books well."

"Okay... okay..." Ya Mucha's mouth twitched, and she was persuaded on the spot.

"Brother Dadi! Brother Dadi is more reliable! Hurry up and find Brother Dadi!" Feiran quickly yelled a few words in the communication channel.

Oscar is completely out of ideas at the moment. Whatever the director says. He didn't even take Ya Mucha's words. He turned his face to Uncle Dadi on the third seat and said: "Brother Dadi, it's your turn..."

"Oh, I want to ask...soda..." Uncle Earth is indeed very reliable. After all, he has reached middle age and is very good at observing words and behaviors, and will leave more room for everything. Therefore, he chose to cooperate with the host to divert everyone's attention.

So. Uncle Da Di immediately asked a trivial question about soda, and soda gave a short and decent answer.

Next, when it was the soda turn to ask questions, he asked Uncle Da Di a similar question...

With the joint efforts of these two people, the audience's attention has finally moved away from Feng Bujue and Ye Zhihuo...The atmosphere on the scene is also slightly normal.

After that, Sister Goth refused to ask questions and stated that if someone asked her a question, she would also refuse to answer.

Coming again...it's the turn of the bandit general.

"I also want to ask...Night Fire." The bandit general smiled and turned his head. To Yezhihuo, "Today's game... was it pleasant?"

Except for the Fire of Night, the bandit general is obviously the most concerned about this resurrection match among the writers. In the opening, he used words to insinuate the fraud of the overnight fire. It's just... it's limited to this. The bandit general also knew in his heart that even if there was no Fire of Night, if he wanted to win the resurrection, he still had to rely on other writers' abnormalities to be possible...

But... now that it's over. The bandit general would not let go of the opportunity to make up his knife, so he took pleasure in his misfortune.

"Heh...hehe..." Ye Zhihuo laughed so awkwardly and awkwardly, he was so upset by Feng Bujue that he almost couldn't speak...the scene said too much... …Appears hypocritical. To tell the truth... and I'm afraid it will look stingy.

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Fifteen minutes later, in Feng Bujue's lounge.

Lighting, video and audio recording are all set up. Oscar and Jue were sitting across from each other, ready to start the interview.

The previous recording was interrupted...

After CUT, Night Fire stepped off the stage and said a few words to the director, and then left the scene angrily with the entourage. However, the other players stayed and recorded the remaining scoring part together. As for the scene of Fire of Night, it will be recorded separately in the future.

Later...All the question and answer sessions in this program were naturally cut out. The behind-the-scenes staff did a lot of editing, and then mixed a lot of separately recorded shots together to make the master tape for this issue... Fortunately, the resurrection game will not be broadcast until the end of June, and there is still plenty of time for post-production. .

"Can you start?" Oscar asked, holding the manuscript, looking at Brother Jue.

"Anytime." Feng Bujue replied.

"OK,!" the director who was sitting by the side ordered at this time.

Oscar asked the first question in a gentle tone: "Are you surprised by the result of being eliminated?"

"What do you mean?" Feng Bujue actually threw the question back.

Oscar laughed, now he looked relaxed, as if chatting with friends: "Ha...Yes...I think it's normal." He picked up his tablet and dragged it a bit. Progress bar, "Let’s talk about the first round...Is the entire paragraph copied the lyrics?"

"I gave a demonstration." Feng Bujue said, "That's called plagiarism."

Oscar nodded: "So...the story of the second round of the tortoise and the hare..."

"As I said, advanced copy." Feng Bujue said.

"Why... in the game?" Oscar said.

"I want to see the audience's reaction." Feng Bujue replied.

"Then you need to see..." Oscar smiled, "It must be despised."

"Really? Then why is it not like this on the larger stage of reality?" Feng Bujue answered the question again with questions, "Is it such a simple truth, only at this time and here. Will it become black and white?"

Oscar was slightly startled: "This..."

"Do you mean...No matter what method I use to succeed, as long as someone washes the floor for me afterwards, I can feel at ease? I am really clean?" Feng Bujue said again.

"You will offend your peers by speaking like this." Oscar smiled, trying to change the subject.

"Hehe... more than just peers... film and television media, game software, electronic products..." Feng Bujue said, "I've seen too much, I'm already numb..." He laughed, "So... just now Seeing my fans in the audience booed me. I was so happy."

Oscar was silent for a few seconds, looked at Brother Jue with a look of admiration, and then moved the progress bar on the tablet again: "In the third round, you performed very well, and before and after It takes less than half an hour to add up." He paused, "Sure enough...Is this your true strength?"

"You think it is." Feng Bujue smiled.

At this time. Oscar looked at the question draft, raised his hand and gestured to the staff behind him. The radio operator and the camera elder brother immediately understood and stopped shooting.

Next, Oscar changed his tone and said to Brother Jue: "Well...according to the regulations, all the players who come to participate in the resurrection match today have to say a few words to the writer who succeeded in the resurrection, no idea. You. Look at this..."

"I have an idea." At this moment, Fei Suan who was sitting in the corner of the room suddenly interrupted, "Unconsciously, let's discuss it..."

Feng Bujue squinted at the other party and replied: "Director...you have a deep resentment for Night Fire. I have already helped you do this. What else do you want to make..."

Seeing this, I think you should also understand. That's right... the person who really feels extremely upset about Nightfire... is the chief director.

As early as the "pre-match mobilization". Fei Ran has reached an agreement with Feng Bujue. These two insidious guys secretly conspired to direct today's drama together... But the night fire with a ghost in his heart can only take it all in a depressed manner.

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Feng Bujue was at home on the evening of June 8.

"You guys... don't you have to go to work or school tomorrow?" Brother Jue looked at the group of people in the living room and said in a helpless tone.

At this time, Li Ruoyu, Wang Tanzhi, Gu Xiaoling, An Yueqin, Bao Qing, the landlord Aunt Liu... All this group of people sat in front of the screen of his home theater, watching him bring him back from the TV station. The unedited version of "I Am a Writer-Resurrection Night".

"Your family is a rare visitor. It should be happy." Ouyang Jian walked all the way from the kitchen with an apple, standing next to Brother Jue, said. "By the way... Why do you have **** in your refrigerator?"

Feng Bujue slowly turned his head and stared at the litigation stick, "Everyone...I really don’t treat myself as an outsider!" He snatched the apple from Ouyang Jian, "I haven’t asked yet. What about you? Why are you here to join in the fun?"

"I called him on the way here." An Yueqin, who was sitting not far away, looked up and said.

Ouyang Jian took the opportunity and said: "That is to say... Let me, a professional, come and see... Will your various actions in this show constitute conditions for litigation." He said. He regained the apple in Jue brother's hand again, "If there is any problem...I will also prepare early."

"Obviously I was here to watch the excitement... and it was justified and well-founded..." Feng Bujuexu replied, "I have been in a mess with the chief director. How could it be left in the official version Get a handle?"

"Shhh-stop talking, let's start!" Xiao Tan said excitedly.

Before the voice ended, the first act of the program has appeared on the TV screen.

In one hour...

The feature film of the game was all played, and the video entered the backstage interview stage. The dialogue between Oscar and Jue Ge and the video of him interviewing other writers alternately appear.

"Unconsciously, before leaving our stage, can you say a few words to the finals of Nightfire?" Oscar asked with a smile in the screen.

"Um...you can..." The camera cut to Feng Bujue, and he replied with a listless expression on his face, dragging a long tone.

"Oh, yes, according to the statistics of our backstage staff, you quoted a lot of songs written by Mr. Li Zongsheng today..." Oscar said again, "Why..." The tablet was handed to Feng Bujue, "How about you just leave a message in the form of lyrics?"

"Ha, ha, ha..." Feng Bujue smiled three times in a flat voice, "It's just what I want..."

Next, as if he had prepared in advance, he quickly handwritten on the tablet:

[Thinking but not getting it~IndoMTL.com~How can you live.

It's reluctant to give up, just entangled with mundane affairs.

When you discover that compromise is a thief, it has already stolen all your choices.

Fame and fortune is nothing but a high fever, and regrets are followed closely, and can't get better.

I can forgive, but I can't stop it.

Sentimental alone in the night.

I was young and frivolous, but pretending to be vicissitudes of life.

Who gives you the courage to pretend.

The discarded ideal is like a slap.

Every time you remember a sentence, you get slapped in the face.

Then I started to reflect and hate my dirty. 】(To be continued. If you like this work, you are welcome to come to the starting point () to vote for a recommendation, a monthly pass, and your support is my greatest motivation. For mobile phone users, please go to read it.)