"Don't go too far!" Suddenly, Ye Zhihuo, who was sitting next to contestant seat No. 7, 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 contestants clashed on the spot. Oscar's ability to control the scene is very strong. Generally speaking,

... Whoever says what, when, and what to say... are all guided by him as the host.

But now, an unexpected situation has occurred.

"Attention all units, don't stop, keep recording!" Fei Ran's excited voice sounded in the staff's headphones. It seemed... the director liked this scene.

"No matter what your purpose is. Please don't tarnish this sacred stage with this attitude." Ye Zhihuo glared at Brother Jue righteously and said.

"Oh?" Feng Bujue turned his head and looked at Ye Zhihuo with a sarcastic smile, "Is this stage sacred?"

Before he finished speaking, Brother Jue suddenly stood up.

Near the stage, several security guards outside the camera broke into cold sweat. They all thought to themselves: No way... are we really required to appear...

Feng Bujue took two steps and came to stand in front of the No. 7 contestant of Night Fire. He put his hands on the operating table, 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 what he said just now, and conveniently gave the guy next to him who ranked second in the online vote a blow. It was exactly that.

The strategy of "adding insult to injury, humiliating others and respecting oneself" kills two birds with one stone.

Unexpectedly... Feng Bujue actually left his seat and came directly towards him. Look at this posture... Could he be planning to take action?

Ye Zhihuo is about thirty years old this year. He is dressed energetically and wears a slim-fitting suit, but it is still difficult to hide his rather plump figure.

And Feng Bujue... although he seems to be thin, but after regular exercise during the recent period, his body has become very strong and has clear lines. Coupled with the suppression of his height, he obviously won't suffer in a fight...

"Hey, hey... what's going on... If you really beat up Ye Zhihuo, you won't just be pulled out by the security guards. Maybe they will sue you..." Oscar thought to himself.

"If this stage is sacred..." Feng Bujue looked directly into the other person's eyes and said solemnly, "...then why are you here?"

"What do you mean by that!" Ye Zhihuo was furious on the spot as if his hair was fried.

Because, he heard another meaning in Brother Jue's words...

Ye Zhihuo himself knows best that his "No. 1 popularity vote in the resurrection competition" was achieved through secret operations... To put it more bluntly - he paid for it. Just like some Internet writers

Just like spending money to improve his performance on the website, Ye Zhihuo also did similar things to get himself ranked first in the online selection. In addition, he also used some connections to put pressure on the TV station executives through sponsors.

, paving the way for himself to enter the finals.

When Feng Bujue used his so-called "holy" remarks to ridicule him, Ye Zhihuo naturally became angry.

"It's nothing, I'm just talking casually. If you don't like to hear it, I'll say something else." Feng Bujue suddenly smiled again, turned around leisurely, and returned to his seat.

The audience on the sidelines were stunned, not knowing how to react...

When Oscar saw that the situation had eased, he quickly said: "Ah...haha...I don't realize I'm still so joking..." He tried to use laughter to dilute the terrifying atmosphere. The next step was to change the topic.

"Speaking of which... I don't realize that your creation this time actually has some highlights. At least it has a lot of flaws."

"Where is it?" Feng Bujue was trying to undermine himself, "I said this story was adapted from The Tortoise and the Hare. Even if there are highlights, I'm just doing 'advanced copying'."

"Uh..." Oscar really couldn't answer any more. He sighed, and regardless of the on-site effects (it really doesn't matter now, let's leave the mess to post-processing) and the atmosphere, he said directly, "No.

I feel... to be honest, I'm quite shocked. What does your performance today... mean?"

"Ha... you will understand when the program ends..." Feng Bujue put his hands behind his head again and replied in a relaxed tone, "Now... just treat me as if I'm not performing properly."

"Hmph... It sounds like you are just as powerful as you are if you perform normally..." Ye Zhihuo snorted coldly from the side.
Chapter completed!