Thriller Paradise Chapter 550: 1 person

"Hey...this is the lyrics..." Oscar had thousands of beasts rushing past his heart, but on the surface he had to endure it and couldn't say it, "and he didn't change a word... You are completely copying it! Even if it is an old song, many people have heard it... Even if not many people have heard it, people will find it after the show is broadcast on the Internet..."

"What's the matter?" Feng Bujue looked at Oscar and asked nonchalantly.

"Uh...I don't know..." Oscar replied, "Are you sure... you want to submit this content?" Because the audience hasn't seen what Feng Bujue has written, Oscar feels that there is still room for recovery. . He winked at Brother Jue vigorously, and said in a strange tone, "What you wrote...I look a bit familiar..." He glanced at his glasses again, "There is plenty of time now... Do you want to change it again?"

The implication of what he said is that I already know that this phrase is not your original, so you still have time to change it quickly.

Unexpectedly, Feng Bujue didn't appreciate it at all.

"Of course I am familiar." Brother Jue replied with ease, "This is the lyrics."

"Actually admitted! I just said it in front of the camera!" Oscar roared in his heart, "Is it really okay?" He quickly turned his head and cast a look at the director for help, waiting for further instructions. .

"Continue to record, it's okay." Feiran said in the communication channel, "The rules don't say that it's not allowed."

"Ahaha...I don't think you are really honest." Oscar has no choice but to try to say something nice.

It's a pity... Brother Jue still doesn't appreciate it.

"I'm just too lazy to think about it myself." Feng Bujue replied immediately, "So I just copied a paragraph that fits the theme."

As soon as the words were spoken, even the audience didn't know how to react...

"What the **** is this kid planning to do?" Oscar asked, "You are not only digging your own grave, but you seem to be a little shameless..."

At this moment, Oscar has turned his face away from the camera. As a person with a strong sense of lens, he would do this on purpose. Because he didn't want his expression at the moment to appear in the picture.

"Anyway, the rules are allowed." Feng Bujue said again at this time. He still put his hands behind his head and put on a rather arrogant posture, "I think this is no different from quotations. Isn't it?"

"The difference is great, okay..." Oscar continued in his heart, "The quotation is to explain the truth, but you can copy the whole paragraph without saying a word of your own..."

"Um...hehe..." Oscar smiled awkwardly, "Okay...what's the result. We'll reveal it later." He could only reveal the matter quickly.

The photographer Xiao Wu is also quite clever. Seeing this scene, he turned the camera around and aimed at other writers.

Oscar also reacted to the circumstances, moved a little away from the No. 6 player seat, and said loudly: "Time... is passing by. Except for the unconscious players, the creation of the other six of our writers has not stopped. Maybe we You can see some clues from the expressions on their faces..." He said this passage in cooperation with Xiao Wu's shooting, and successfully diverted the audience's attention.

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Seven minutes passed quickly, and some writers clicked the submit button on the screen one after another.

Oscar has been looking for words during this time. Some nonsense that seems to be related to the show, but it doesn't make much sense. Rao is so... He will not be silent for more than ten seconds each time... This is professionalism.

"There is not much time left...Let's count down ten seconds..." When the time on the big screen was only the last ten seconds left, Oscar promptly said, "Ten...Nine... …Eight…Seven…Six…" He counted ten on the screen, and then said, "…Time is up!"

A commonly used BGM for about five seconds in a show sounded, and the lights on the stage flickered for a while.

The cameraman Xiao Wu adjusted his position. Prepare to act with the host.

"Okay...the time for the announcement has arrived." Oscar said while listening to the relevant information from the headphones, "The careful audience must have known the order in which we published the articles." He paused. "I don't want to sell it anymore... We'll be the first one to submit an article..." He turned around, "...I don't know the contestants start." After that, he led the camera to the front of Brother Jue.

At the same time, Feng Bujue wrote the paragraph. Also appeared on the big screen.

The audience was full of discussions, and the applause never sounded...

Oscar read the entire lyric again, and then said: "Well... it's really very good." He looked at Brother Jue, "It also fits the two keywords of'love' and'time'. ." He changed the subject. With a smile on his face, "Unfortunately...this doesn't seem to be what you came up with..."

The sentence that followed was not made by Oscar, who had intentionally unwrapped the package, but had commanded him to say it through headphones. It seems...The director is going to cooperate with Jue, let him lay the ground for defeat in the first round.

"Yes..." Feng Bujue said with a face that is not afraid of boiling water, "Master Li Zongsheng's words."

"But... if you copied the whole paragraph like this..." Oscar said, "Audience friends may not buy it."

"It's okay." Feng Bujue answered these two words calmly.

Oscar heard this, widened his eyes and made a helpless expression at the camera, and shrugged.

Then, he walked to the position of No. 4 player and said: "Okay... Then, let's see... What kind of content was written in five minutes and eleven seconds."

The atmosphere on the scene became very cold for more than a minute. Many fans who came to support Feng Bujue have been silent. They don't know what this is, and they don't know what to say at the moment...

On the Oscar side, we have started to announce the articles of other writers step by step...

Except for Feng Bujue, other players naturally created original content on the spot.

First of all, the passages she wrote are undoubtedly very "gothic", full of despair, darkness, death, loneliness...and a strong atmosphere of second and second. But unexpectedly, this passage of her text actually combined well with the two themes of "love" and "time", and received quite enthusiastic responses.

Next is Ya Mucha. Compared with the other writers present, his writing style is not much appreciated. But he can at least be straightforward and easy to understand. And its codeword speed is very fast. Using the Quanpin input method on the on-site console, he was able to type more than 500 characters in six minutes. So... he simply wrote a short story of a few hundred words to fit the theme of this time. It is a pity that the plot of his story is a bit too naive and idealistic, and his writing style has not been able to fill these shortcomings. After reading the whole paragraph, the effect is not very good.

Next, is the article about soda. He is a man who can make up stories and his writing is also good. In terms of the type of writer. He and Feng Bujue are quite close. He also wrote a short story to express the themes of "love" and "time", but there are not as many words as Yamucha. But... With his more condensed writing style, the response he evoked was much warmer than that of Yamucha.

As for the remaining three people... Both Night Fire and General Bandit submitted at six minutes and forty seconds; and Uncle Earth used the handwriting function on the console, which led to lack of time. He was forced to stop writing until the second after the countdown expired.

Oscar also read out their articles separately...The description of the bandit general is not bad, it can be said to be quite satisfactory. But it is true; the paragraph of Uncle Da Di... has a hasty ending, obviously not finished yet, but after all, he is the oldest and most experienced person here, and there is no need to say what he wrote. The part he wrote is enough. It resonated with the audience.

The worst effect is probably Fire of Night... from the first minute. He was disturbed by Jue Brother's sudden convulsions. Ye Zhihuo originally wanted to write a first-person parallel parallel sentence to incite sensation, but he lost his emotions... the more anxious he writes, the more anxious and the more wrong... the final paragraph is incomprehensible; neither can he see the truth. You can’t see the gorgeous “techniques” of the “love”. Fortunately, his live fans worked very hard. After the article was published... they took a lot of effort to yell for him, which finally slightly improved the impression score of others on this text...

"Well, we have watched the performance of all seven writers in this round of writing..." After Oscar visited every player, he turned and returned to the center of the stage. "The tense moment... is here again..."

A camera above the recording studio made a large-scale movement and scanned the players' seats.

Oscar went on to say: "The seven hundred audience friends and the fate of the players are in your hands again..." He paused, "Today, we will cancel the'preferred ticket' and the'time The rules of "voting votes"...you have only one first-choice vote in your hand. You can only support...one writer." He said with a solemn expression, "The voting time is two minutes, please cast your vote carefully. An important vote...now...the voting begins!"

In the next second, intense background music rang out on the scene. Xiao Wu carried the close-up camera and rushed up to give each of the seven writers a close-up.

"My friends who just turned on the TV, website, or radio, you are watching now that I am the writer—Resurrection Night!" After a short silence, Oscar continued this sentence directly.

This sudden change is also the director's instruction. Obviously... an advertisement and a pre-recorded long-form phrase will be added here later.

"The first round of voting is still going on nervously. Who is the one who can take the first place and take the lead in the first round..." Oscar used self-questioning and nonsense, and delayed for more than a minute. .

"Time is up!" Finally, Oscar completed the task brilliantly again, and sighed, "OK...today, I will start from..." He looked at the big screen, "seventh... Announce."

The cameras in the audience got busy, aiming at the auditorium, player seats, host from all angles...

"Get...I am the writer-the night of the resurrection, the first round...the seventh...the writer...is..." Every time at this moment, Oscar always speaks one word. , How long can it be stretched?

The live DJ is also very cooperative, taking advantage of the opportunity to insert a tight-tempo sound effect.

"No." When Oscar read out the pen name of Brother Jue, his voice and intonation were a little low.

There was an uproar from the audience, which seemed to be mixed with some boos.

Oscar turned sideways, facing the camera lens, and looked at Brother Jue with his eyes: "No, do you have anything to say?"

Feng Bujue sneered: "I don't know, I didn't do well, I don't care, how much I did."

"You guy is too arrogant..." Oscar said in his heart. "After the plagiarism was exposed, I didn't mean to repent or feel ashamed at all, but shamelessly responded to such words... Wait... These words are also lyrics!"

"Por--" At this moment, the fans of Nightfire in the audience booed unabashedly and neatly. The audience and the neutrals who supported Brother Jue also remained silent.

"Hehe...I don't know that he still has such a personality." Oscar smiled stiffly, and quickly answered, "Then... Next, what I will reveal is..." In order to quickly divert the audience's attention force. He did not delay for too long this time, and announced, "The writer who won the fourth place..."

His words successfully made the audience stunned for a while. This is because in accordance with past practice, only the first, second, and seventh rankings will be announced in the next chapter.

"As I have repeatedly emphasized, tonight...many of the previous rules will be changed." Oscar smiled secretly. "The rankings I will announce today will be... third, fourth... and last." He paused for a second. "The four writers ranked one, two, five and six... are kept secret for now... "

"Well... it seems to be a way to increase suspense..." Feng Bujue's reaction was so fast, and when he heard this, he said in his heart, "In fact, it is for the convenience of the black box operation..."

"Today, in the first round, the fourth-place writer is..." Oscar's words continued. "...The reform spring breeze blows the earth...our uncle earth."

There was a round of applause in the audience.

Oscar also hurried to the seat of the fourth player and said with a smile: "Brother Dadi, my little brother, I'm really a five-body to you... I have never seen anyone use it in the'writing into a chapter' before. 'S articles are among the top four."

"Hehe...I rely on the support of audience friends." Uncle Da Di helped his black-rimmed glasses and replied kindly.

"Well, Brother Dadi's humility is also very impressive." Oscar laughed.

While speaking, he turned to face the screen again: "Okay...let us immediately announce the next player...in the first round...the third place..." He looked at the camera and kept on An expression similar to "I just don't say, you come and hit me". After staring for ten seconds, he said, "...that's...soda!"

There was another cheer from the audience... But on the whole, people cheering for soda and Uncle Earth, plus there are more fans of Night Fire...

This is also quite a helpless situation. Most of these two fans are over 30 years old and mostly male. Although in the online voting. Their number of votes is not bad, but among the audience today, the number of people who support them is the least.

"It's true that Cao Cao saw Cao Cao." Oscar walked over to the soda, "I just talked about the players who failed to finish the article in the next chapter..."

"Haha..." Soda naturally understands what the other party was talking about in a previous period. "I can finish it today."

"Yes, as long as you complete it, you will be able to securely enter the top three." Oscar said.

"No, no, you overwhelmed." The soda waved his hand.

"I’m not complimenting you." Oscar turned to look at the audience, "Now...I can publish a set of statistics..." He returned to the stage, "In the past, it was the issue of "I In "I'm a Writer", soda participated in the 16th issue..."

Speaking of this, he paused intentionally, and the audience understood what he meant, and responded with cheers and applause.

"And he keeps this record that no one has done, that is..." Oscar waved his arm and pointed to the soda. "

The audience applauded again, but Oscar interrupted them: "And..." he said loudly, "...and in the second round, the stroke of magic, soda has also won the'first' number of times so far. The most writer."

At this time, he was finished. The audience also burst into the greatest cheers since the opening.

Several other writers ~IndoMTL.com~ all sat in their seats and applauded. Of course, some of them are sincere, or some are just acting...

"Okay, just click and stop, don't forget to be business." A brilliant voice came from the earphones again.

Oscar understands when he hears it, the director is just letting himself stop, and don’t overthrow it. After all... the person who really wants to hold this game is Fire of Night.

To tell the truth... Oscar personally has likes and dislikes for these players. He usually doesn't read many novels, but the people he has been in contact with are gone. Which ones are gentlemen, which ones are villains, which ones have real talents, which ones are deceiving the world... He has a scale in his heart.

From a personal emotional point of view, Oscar really hopes that soda will make it to the finals. But out of the needs of the show team... he had to compromise.

"OK...This is the end of the story. I think the audience is also in desperate need. Let's enter the next round immediately..." Oscar quickly took over, "A stroke of the gods!"

"Well...the most troublesome link is here..." Feng Bujuexu looked at it and muttered silently, "The consequences of the nonsense last time were quite serious...this time I have to think of a countermeasure..."