Thriller Paradise Chapter 552: I am a little bird

After the episode of Feng Bujue and Ye Zhihuo, Oscar chatted a few words, forcibly changed the subject, and bit the bullet and let the show go on...

So, according to the numbers that popped up on the big screen, each player gave out their own outlines.

Unsurprisingly, the second person to appear on the stage is soda...The director really kept him far enough away from Nightfire, and also let him play the second place. It was really well-intentioned.

However, the story of soda is still wonderful. He has developed a plot about the love of the rivers and lakes, which is quite touching.

The third person who appeared on the stage was Uncle Earth. The story he designed was a rare social theme, implying real problems such as the destruction of the ecological environment... This kind of theme is difficult to attract interest, and The above is a slightly lengthy summary, which makes the audience doze off.

Although his intention and courage to create this kind of story on the show are admirable, there is no doubt...it is difficult to get a high score.

The fourth person to announce the answer is the bandit general. The outline he came up with is also a martial arts story. But... As the saying goes, if you are not afraid of not knowing the goods, you are afraid of comparing goods. Thinking of almost the same plot as soda, he can only be considered unlucky.

In the fifth place, she actually wrote a period of corrupt comrades... Time from dusk to night, the process is full of sickness, and the ending is love...

After listening to this passage, the audience's response became polarized, and Oscar was also difficult to complain, so he had to deal with a few words casually and skip to the next...

Yamucha is the second to last debut. When his number popped up on the big screen, Jue's speculation has already been verified...Nightfire surely gained the advantage of the last appearance, and he gave a narration before him. The two of them...the quality of the outlines they gave did not pose any threat to him.

However... an unexpected situation still happened.

Perhaps due to the conflict with Brother Jue, Ye Zhihuo's mood fluctuated significantly, causing his performance to be a little abnormal...

Although Nightfire's original strength is not a top-notch writer, he is at least better than those who are not influential. If he doesn't have this level, then he won't get hot.

Unfortunately, his performance at this moment is really terrible. Even his fans can hardly be satisfied with his story.

There is no need to wait for the score at all, Night Fire knows...I've been planted this round. Moreover, he still lost a good game while occupying various favorable conditions, which made him even more regretful.

"OK, the narratives of the seven players are over, so...let us enter the tense scoring stage." After Nightfire's answer was announced, Oscar pulled a few sentences and continued. "Here I want to explain... The scoring standards of the brush of God in this issue are also different from the past." He paused for a second. "First of all, in this round, the 700 audience friends on the scene still only hold There is one first vote. There is no second vote. Next is... Our expert jury will also participate in the judgment in this round. Their opinions will account for 30%."

"Oh...Is there still this hand..." Feng Bujue said in his heart, "I've already thought of all kinds of situations. In this way, even if the fire of the night is the last The victory has caused controversy, and it cannot be verified from the number of votes..."

It's not just Brother Jue. Several other writers have also noticed something from this scoring standard... However, among the seven people sitting here, only Yezhihuo is quite persistent in the finals, and the other five writers either don’t care, Either they are consciously unable to qualify, so they don't have much expectations. So no one expressed dissatisfaction with this sudden change of rules.

"Now, please invite the audience friends at the scene to pass the screen in front of you. Cast your vital vote." Oscar said immediately.

As his monologue read, the second round of voting began.

The live DJ and the cameramen of each camera are also busy...the imposing and tense background music; the lens that shakes like a goat and constantly switches angles...it will undoubtedly become a later stage. Clipping nightmare. Of course, these are the affairs of Feiran and the editor...

About three minutes later, Oscar said again: "We have 30 seconds left to vote. Please be sure to vote for your vote in the "Stroke of God" link before this time. A satisfied writer." He looked at the audience and said sternly, "If you don't vote for more than time, you will be deemed to have abstained."

In fact, what he said was just a greeting. Basically...90% of the audience (excluding those who have already been out of the show by Feng Bujue) made a decision in the first minute. At this moment, more than 600 spectators at the scene had voted without exception.

"Voting time is up!" Thirty seconds later, Oscar was still very dedicated to announce the end of the time, and followed the trend, "But..." He made a long tone, "... Our judge behind the scenes We still need a certain amount of time to discuss, so..." He turned around and walked to the players' bench, "Before the results of the second round are announced, let's enter... the card question time!"

Before speaking, he reached into the pocket of his suit and took out a card.

Oscar took a deep breath and looked at the players and said: "Today, our questioning session is also different..."

Hey——On the stage, a weird sound effect resembling a crash sounded, as if it was expressing...the hearts of the players sank immediately.

"In the past, the three editors of our program group would select three questions on the online message board of "I Am a Writer" and give them to our seven writers to answer. Today, I only have A question." Oscar said here, paused for about five seconds, and then continued, "But after I asked this question..."

The weird sound effect rang again, and the cameraman Xiao Wu also carried the camera and walked quickly to the contestants' bench.

"...Each of our writers can also ask any other writer a question." When Oscar said these words, the cold sweat from the temples shed, because he thought of What might happen next is very stressful...

"Hehe...Of course, these questions and answers are irrelevant to ratings." Oscar continued with a strong smile, "Just try to relax as much as possible when you answer."

That said... but everyone knows that this seemingly insignificant link is actually the most important thing.

This segment is of great help for writers to increase their popularity. Those who are quick-thinking and easy to deal with You can add points to yourself in the third round through the questioning session.

"Okay...not much gossip, let us..." Oscar paused maliciously, "...advanced an ad!"

As soon as he finished this sentence, he moved a few steps sideways, wiped the sweat from his face with the handkerchief in his pocket, then changed his expression, looked at the camera again and said: "Welcome back! What you are watching is I am a writer-the night of resurrection."

"Now. It's the card question time we love to hear." Oscar said in a brisk tone to the players, "The first question today is..." He took the card in his hand and read, "I would like to ask all the writers, you usually have so many powerful names in novels. Then what name will you name your children in the future? PS: Boy."

After reading the card, Oscar smiled and said, "Haha... this netizen really asked a very interesting question." He walked up to the soda, "Soda, let's talk about it."

"Huh?" Soda was stunned, "This...this..." He was really dumb when asked, "My son is two years old this year, and his name has already been chosen."

"Oh. Can you reveal the name of Master Ling?" Oscar continued with a smile.

"Uh..." Soda replied, "It's not good for me to say it on my own terms. My wife doesn't want the situation at home to be made public."

"Well... Indeed, for people with families, this issue seems to involve privacy." Oscar said, while winking at the director in the audience.

Fei Ran immediately gave an instruction through the headset.

Oscar knows, and then: "...Let’s do it, you are here. Players with sons can choose not to answer." With that, he had already arrived in front of the second player seat, and smiled at Ya with a gloating smile. Mucha ceremony, "Ya Mucha, don't you say that you are already a father?"

"Why..." Yamucha blushed unexpectedly, and it seemed that the nineteen-year-old was rather shy. "But... you suddenly want me to think of a name... It's not easy to deal with. The son's name... is not something I can decide alone."

"Just say one, just think of naming the characters in the novel." Oscar continued, "It's just a talk, no one stipulates that you must use this in the future."

"Oh...this way..." Yamucha hesitated for a few seconds. "That's A Qiang."

"Hey! It's too perfunctory!" Oscar's time is up for complaining, "Is this a son!"

There was a burst of laughter from the audience, and the DJ also inserted a very cheesy funny sound effect at the right time.

"Let's ask Brother Dadi." Oscar then walked to the number three player seat.

As a result, before he got close, Uncle Dadi snatched up: "My son is in junior high school, so don't mess with him..."

Oscar's movements froze, making a grimace at the camera, and there was a burst of laughter in the audience.

"Okay, then..." Oscar walked to the fourth player's seat, "..., as the only female player in this field, I think everyone must be looking forward to your answer."

Without answering immediately, she silently lit another cigarette for herself, lifted her head back slightly, and removed the bangs in front of her forehead.

After a brief silence, she said: "Fu——Edward Antonio Mason Cullen."

"He...hehe..." Oscar's mouth twitched, "This is not..."

"Yes, this is the name of a vampire." Interrupted, "Do you have an opinion?"

"No...absolutely..." Oscar really didn't want to have a dispute with this girl over the issue of "Twilight", otherwise the security buddies would really go on stage.

"Let’s listen to General Bandit’s answer again." Oscar flees to player number five and said, "General Bandit, the characters in your work all have very catchy names. I don’t know. ...What kind of good name are you going to give your children in the future?"

"Son?...Single name with a flying character." The bandit general replied.

"Oh... spread your wings high and soar into the sky, this is indeed a good word." Oscar hurriedly praised a few words. He is also quite helpless... Among the top four players, there are two PASS players, and two with full slots. It is really impossible to praise if you want to.

"Actually..." The bandit general explained again, "I will think about it for a while, and I should think of a better name."

"Well, this question is indeed a bit difficult to answer." Oscar said, "But. This is a resurrection match, just pick some difficult questions, let’s make a surprise attack, haha..."

His smile disappeared as he walked from the fifth player's seat to the sixth player's seat.

Just a few steps, a few seconds in a hurry. Just let Oscar's spirit be highly concentrated...

"Unconsciously, your answer is..." Oscar asked nervously.

"Hmm..." Feng Bujue said in deep thought, "When you walked all the way, I already thought of several..."

"Oh?" Oscar looked relaxed. "If you can, please tell me all."

"Oh." Brother Jue replied. "This mouth is coming... like Shinichi, Takumi, Gohan, Ryoma, Xiaojie..."

"This guy is completely frantic..." Oscar said in his heart, "Even the card questioning session has to pull hatred! The son's name is picked from elsewhere! Even if he is brave and flat, it is better than this. Sincere!"

"Por--" The boos from the audience came again, like a tsunami. In the question and answer session, this is still something that has never happened before.

"Ah, sorry..." Suddenly, Feng Bujue interrupted his nonsense and apologized.

At that moment. Everyone in the audience thought that he was going to say "just kidding" and then say a serious name.

Unexpectedly...

"...Sorry, the phone vibrated, it seems that there is a text message, let me take a look." Brother Jue said, he actually took the phone out of the back pocket of his pants and touched it twice on the touch screen. Looked at the content of the text message.

Three seconds later, he "cut...", then, showing a rather subtle smile, shook his head lightly, and then put the phone back away.

No one else would know, Feng Bujue received a text message from Li Ruoyu at this moment. The content is: "It's so terrible!"

"Haha...I'm sorry." Brother Jue answered quietly, "Forgot to turn it off, cut this paragraph off."

…………

Due to the serious dissatisfaction of the audience, after Ye Zhihuo finished answering the questions. Amazingly, the recording of the show was suspended, and the whole group was announced to rest for fifteen minutes.

During this period of rest, Night Fire was invited to aside alone to discuss some topics about black box operation.

Professor is a smart man. He knows that if he continues to leave the night fire in the player bench... he will definitely have a dispute with Feng Bujue. Anyway, Yezhihuo's popularity is not that good, so let's call him to my side.

As for the player seat... the remaining six players all gathered at Brother Jue's side and chatted freely.

"Unconsciously, I seem to know what you are doing." The bandit general sat in his seat and said to the brother Jue next to him, "I thought you were an arrogant person, but I didn't expect to be arrogant to this point... Are you planning to use this method to mess up the situation and let the Fire of Night die with you?"

"Heh..." Feng Bujue smiled without saying a word.

"I don't know it's not such a person." Soda said to the bandit general, "He did this...there must be some reason."

"Fu——" he spit out his cigarette and said to Brother Jue, "I really envy you..." She looked superior, "Actually, I also think this show is pretty boring, but it's a fan. Crying and yelling to let me come, I can’t help it.” She took another sip, “Oh... what a pity... my fans are not like yours, even if I do all the things you just did, they I won’t leave either."

"This girl, if you really want to reduce the number of fans, I can provide you with a very simple method." Feng Bujue turned his head and raised three fingers. "This method only requires three steps. They are... …First, open the social network and log in to your homepage; second, remove makeup; third, upload photos." After he finished speaking, he put his hands down, and shrugged, "I call this method...three combos of powder dropping."

"Fu... believe it or not, I will write you in the next book and kill you..." With a blank eye, he replied in a very uncomfortable tone.

Uncle Da Di smiled and said: "Unconsciously, don't be too distracted when speaking to girls, you will be disgusted." He paused, "By the way, I think you are also twenty-four or five this year. Do you have a girlfriend? I have a distant relative..."

"Yes!" Feng Bujue quickly stopped Uncle Dadi. On similar topics, Jue's landlord Aunt Liu has told him many times, and he doesn't want to listen to it.

"Brother Jue! Sign me a name." Ya Mucha got paper and pen from nowhere, and handed it to Feng Bujue, "I'm your fan!"

"Okay." Feng Bujue smiled and took the pen and paper. "Should I sign a name?"

"Well...if you can write a few words to me, that would be better." Ya Mucha replied.

"Oh..." Feng Bujue thought for a few seconds~ IndoMTL.com~ raised his head and glanced at Ya Mucha, "You are... less than twenty this year, right?"

"Well, I'm nineteen." Ya Mucha nodded and turned back.

"In the future... Are you ready to write a book full-time?" Brother Jue said again.

"Yes." A serious expression appeared on Ya Mucha's childish face, "I will keep writing down, and work hard with the predecessors as an example!"

Feng Bujue's face was calm, and when he heard this, he began to write.

"In the future, you will encounter many difficulties, many temptations, and many choices..." Feng Bujue wrote as he wrote, "When you are confused, remember to look back and think... the original book that drove you forward. Heart." While speaking, he had finished writing.

Ya Mucha took the paper that Brother Jue handed back, except for the signature on the paper, and sure enough... I also gave him the lyrics: "When you taste the warmth and warmth of humanity, when you decide to burn for your ideals, ask yourself , Which is more important, the pressure of life or the dignity of life?" (To be continued. If you like this work, you are welcome to come to the starting point () to vote for recommendations and monthly tickets. Your support is my biggest motivation. Mobile users Please read it.)