"cut!"

The chief director shouted to stop, which made Oscar relieved, because he didn't know how to proceed. If he didn't stop, he might just start complaining.

As soon as the screen turned, it went directly to the voting stage.

Xiaotan asked: "Eh? What happened during that period?"

Feng Bujue replied: "Oh... in that section, there will be a few post-match interviews of each contestant, which are other writers' and my own comments on this outline. Then Oscar will record a separate speech to follow it.

, so that the live effect when the program is broadcast will be better."

"Is it because there are too many flaws in your words, and you need to think carefully about what you say next..." Mr. Bao interjected.

"Probably." Feng Bujue shrugged, "Oh, by the way, at that time, the director also told me something quite troublesome..."

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"Every unit is taking a break. The cameraman will adjust the equipment and start again in ten minutes." The chief director calmly gave a few instructions into the microphone of the headset. Then he raised his arm and made a gesture: "Be aware, you

come here."

Feng Bujue got down from the contestants' table and walked up to the chief director Fei Ran, "Director Fei, are you going to directly declare that I have a bad attitude in the competition and will be eliminated?" When he asked this question, he looked beaming with joy.

"In my opinion, if this continues...you will be on probation today." Feiran replied calmly.

"This is different from what was promised!" Feng Bujue answered hurriedly.

"Who told you to act so eye-catching? Do you think you can be eliminated by just making a fool of yourself?" Fei Ran said: "The correct way to be eliminated is to act as mediocre as possible."

"Then what should we do now?" Feng Bujue asked.

"Well...you really don't want to come again?" Feiran asked.

"Yes." Feng Bujue replied decisively and sincerely.

"Let's do this... I can help you do it behind the scenes when calculating the total index in the last round." Feiran said, "But... what about this matter..."

"I see……"

"What do you understand?"

"First, you are not allowed to talk about black-box operations. Second, you are not allowed to talk about black-box operations." Feng Bujue said with a serious face. He kept adding more emphasis: "Third... you are not allowed to talk about black-box operations!"

Fei Ran pushed up the glasses on the bridge of his nose: "Do I look like the kind of person who loves Fight Club memes?"

"Of course they are very similar," Feng Bujue replied.

Fei Ran nodded: "Well, well, since everyone is so close to each other, I believe you will keep it a secret for me to the end."

"It's necessary." Feng Bujue answered.

"Oh, in addition, there is one more thing. I have to say hello to you first." Fei Ran said.

"But it doesn't matter."

"I have a hunch that the ratings for this episode will definitely be good, and your unique behavior will definitely generate a certain number of fans." Feiran said: "So, at the end of June, before the end of this quarter's competition, you will probably win 80% of the votes."

Attend the Easter match."

"Huh?" Feng Bujue said, "Is it so troublesome?"

"The list of the resurrection competition will be based on the top seven online votes. All contestants who have appeared on the show and been eliminated will be included in the voting list. This voting is open and transparent. If you are selected by then, I will not

Way." Feiran replied.

"You can just make a random statement, for example...because the Bujue player is ill and unable to participate in the resurrection match, so we temporarily invited someone who ranked eighth in the vote to take over." Feng Bujue said.

"Do you think this is a primary school student skipping class?" Fei Ran said: "You're still feeling sick..."

"Not convincing enough... Let's be specific. What about syphilis?"

"You seem to have misunderstood the point of my words..."

"Don't worry, this is a completely reasonable reason. Schubert contracted it at the age of twenty-five, and I also..."

"Mr. Feng, you have to respect yourself..."

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"Eh? In other words...you will go to the Easter match in two months?" Xiaotan asked.

"The specifics will depend on the response after this program is broadcast." Feng Bujue replied: "If I don't enter the top seven in the online voting in early June, hehehe..."

"This is the first time I have seen such a wicked smile looking forward to defeat..." Lord Bao continued.

"It really doesn't work... Mr. Bao, please help me contact some Internet trolls and spread some negative remarks about me during the voting. In this way..."

"Wait a minute." Mr. Bao interrupted him, "Why do you want me to help you contact... Where can I help you find the gunman?"

"You're working in a government agency. Why are you so pretentious?"

"I don't know what the government you imagine looks like... Anyway, I am..."

"Okay, you don't need to explain." Feng Bujue also interrupted Mr. Bao, "Let's watch the video first, and we'll talk about the rest later."

At this time, on the screen, the results of the second round of magical voting have been announced.

Feng Bujue's story that broke through the world was a blockbuster, making him ranked second in this round. The first place was soda. And the last place turned out to be Mo Buxiang. The first contestant to appear was indeed at a disadvantage, although her story

Not bad, but lacking impact and highlights. After the other six writers successively announced their outlines, the audience's impression of her story was diluted a lot, so she received very few first-choice votes.

Oscar stabilized his mood a little during the break, and now he was back to his normal state. He said the usual words as if nothing had happened: "After two rounds of intense duels, we are finally about to usher in the third round of the ultimate contest." He paused for a second.

, and then said; "The indexes of the seven players in the first two rounds will each account for 30% of their total index, while the indexes in the third round will account for 40%. Therefore, each of our players will, in the end,

There is always a chance to counterattack and win the first place in this period. Of course, this also means that every player is at risk of being eliminated."

"However, before the third round of the showdown begins, let's relax for a while." Oscar's tone also changed with the content of the lines: "It's time for card questions." He said, taking out a few cards from his suit pocket.

Cards prepared in advance, "I have three question cards here. The questions on them were selected by the three editors-in-chief of the show from the online message board of "I Am a Writer"." His eyes swept across the contestants' seats, and the camera also

He scanned all seven writers. "These questions come from the audience friends of this show." He raised the card and placed it at eye level: "There is no scoring mechanism in this link. You can use it in a relative way.

Answer with a relaxed mind."

Oscar turned to the camera and said: "So...what answers will different writers give to the same question? We will reveal it to you after the commercial."

The next second, Oscar on the screen began to read the question, "Today's first question is..." He read according to the card: "Everyone, I am a rookie writer. I am serializing a novel online.

, there is a very secondary character in the book. I think he steals the show too much, and his existence is a bit useless. I want to write him off. But I can’t think of a reasonable plot. I wonder if you can give me some ideas.

ps: I write ordinary urban novels, without supernatural settings."

After Oscar finished reading, he said: "Oh~ the audience member who asked the question is also a writer. He encountered some obstacles in writing and wanted the help of our seven great masters at the scene."

Oscar said some more nonsense, wasting a minute or two, and then continued: "Then... can we start with the Xuantian Sect?"

Xuantianzong replied: "Yeah... ok." He looked into the microphone and said thoughtfully: "I think... I accidentally fell into the rails when the subway entered the station..."

"How cruel!" Oscar said directly, and the audience laughed, and Xuantianzong himself also laughed.

"Compared to this, isn't it similar to being hit by a car while crossing the road?" Oscar added, "Isn't it more tragic to die from the second disease?"

Xuan Tian smiled and said: "No, no, you can assume that is the case... This character is on the subway platform, playing a game of heroes and monsters. A person pretends to be a hero and a monster, jumping around. And then..."

"How pitiful!" Oscar interrupted again, and the audience burst into laughter again, "When you say this, I think this guy is even more miserable, don't you?"

"Let's see Brother Ping's answer." Oscar came to the eight-screen operating console: "Brother Ping, what is your answer?"

"Well... I was pretending to be a sea monster in the swimming pool and accidentally drowned..." Ba Fanping replied.

Oscar made no comment, just turned his head and looked at the camera with a funny expression, and the director incited the audience to laugh again.

"Why do I think these two ways of death do not reflect the character's middle school attributes, but make people feel that the character is only a sophomore in junior high school?" Oscar continued to be funny. At this stage, he could finally complain at will.

.

"Okay, let's hear how Caigua answered this question." Oscar came to the front of the vegetables and fruits again.

The other party had obviously already thought of the answer and said into the phone: "Wearing a homemade superhero uniform, jump from a tall building."

"Is it like the opening of Kick-Ass?" Oscar asked.

Vegetable Guoguo also smiled and replied: "Yes, almost."

Oscar nodded, as if he thought this answer had nothing to say, and went directly to Mo Buxiang's console: "Mo Mo, where's your answer?"

"Myocardial infarction at the Comic Con?" Mo Buxiang replied in an uncertain tone.

"Are you equating middle schoolers with otakus?" Oscar asked.

"Is there any difference?" Mo Buxiang asked with a puzzled look on his face.

Oscar licked his lips, looking speechless, and the audience burst into laughter again.

"Okay, what's Brother Chang's answer?" Oscar continued.

"I made a dish based on the plot of the comic, and after eating it, I died of food poisoning at home." I'm going to answer.

"Hey...this has nothing to do with the method, right? Is it caused by buying toxic raw materials from the beginning?" Oscar complained again and again.

Then came Soda's answer: "Well...there's no supernatural setting, right...then...choking to death while eating?"

"Are you asking me?" Since Soda used a purely questioning tone, Oscar asked Po Xia Donkey: "I didn't kill the person."
To be continued...