"I told you, high-level copying." Feng Bujue said.

"Why...do you have to do this in the game?" Oscar said.

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

"That's no need to look at it..." Oscar said with a smile, "You must be despised by others."

"Really? Then why is it not like this on the larger stage of reality?" Feng Bujue answered the question with another question, "Could it be that such a simple truth can only become true at this time and here?

Black and white?"

Oscar was slightly startled: "This..."

"Does it mean that... no matter what means I use to achieve success, as long as someone cleans the floor for me afterwards, I will feel at ease? Will I really be clean?" Feng Bujue asked again.

"You will offend your colleagues by talking like this." Oscar said with a smile, trying to change the subject.

"Haha... not just colleagues... film and television media, game software, electronic products..." Feng Bujue said, "I've seen so much that I've become numb..." He smiled, "So... I just saw the audience

My fans at the table also came to boo me. I was very happy."

Oscar was silent for a few seconds, looked at Brother Jue with a rather admiring look, and then moved the progress bar on the tablet: "In the third round, your performance was very good, and it took more time to

It's been less than half an hour since you got up." He paused, "Sure enough...is this your true strength?"

"That's what you think." Feng Bujue smiled.

At this time, Oscar read the question script and raised his hand to gesture to the staff behind him. The radio engineer and cameraman immediately understood and stopped filming.

Then, Oscar changed his tone and said to Brother Jue: "Well... according to the regulations, all the contestants who came to participate in the resurrection competition today must say a few words to the writer who was successfully resurrected. Look at this...

…”

"I have an idea." At this moment, Fei Ran, who was sitting in the corner of the room, suddenly interrupted, "I don't know, let's discuss it..."

Feng Bujue squinted at the other party and replied: "Director... your resentment towards Night Fire is really deep. I have already helped you get to this point. What else do you want to do..."

After seeing this, I think everyone should understand. That's right... the person who is really extremely unhappy with Night Fire... is the chief director Fei Ran.

As early as the "pre-match mobilization", Feiran had already reached an agreement with Feng Bujue. These two insidious guys secretly conspired to direct today's drama... But Ye Zhihuo, who had a ghost in his heart, could only

I can accept the order in full dejectedly.

…………

On the evening of June 8th, Feng Bujue was at home.

"You guys...don't you have to go to work or go to 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... this large group of people were all sitting in front of the screen of his home theater, watching "I" he brought back from the TV station

It's the writer - the unedited version of "Resurrection Night".

"It's rare for guests to come to your house. You should be happy." Ouyang Jian took an apple, walked all the way from the kitchen, stood next to Brother Jue, and said. "By the way...why are there underwear in your refrigerator?"

Feng Bujue slowly turned his head, stared at the litigator and said, "Everyone... they really don't regard themselves as outsiders!" He snatched the apple from Ouyang Jian's hand, "I haven't asked you yet?

Why are you here to join in the fun?"

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

Ouyang Jian took advantage of the situation and said: "That is to say...let me, a professional, come over and see...whether your various behaviors in this program will constitute a condition for litigation." He said, and then took it back.

He looked at the apple in Brother Jue's hand and said, "If there is any problem... I can prepare in advance."

"Obviously I came here to watch the fun... and what I said was reasonable..." Feng Bujue continued with empty eyes, "I have already colluded with the chief director, how could there be any clues in the official version of the broadcast?

?”

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

Before he finished speaking, the first scene of the program appeared on the TV screen.

After one hour……

All the feature films of the competition have been played, and the video has entered the backstage interview stage. Images of Oscar talking to Brother Jue, and images of him interviewing other writers alternately appeared.

"Before you leave our stage, can you say a few words to Ye Zhihuo who entered the finals?" Oscar asked with a smile on the screen.

"Well... okay..." The camera cut to Feng Bujue, who replied in a long tone with a listless expression on his face.

"Oh, by the way, according to statistics from our backstage staff, you quoted a lot of songs written or composed by Mr. Li Zongsheng today..." Oscar said again, "How about..." As he spoke, he handed over the tablet in his hand.

To Feng Bujue, "How about you leave a message in the form of lyrics?"

"Ha, ha, ha..." Feng Bujue laughed three times in a straight voice, "It's just what I wanted..."

Then, as if he had prepared it in advance, he quickly wrote on the tablet:

[If you want it but can't get it, what will happen to your life?

Those who should give up are reluctant to let go, and only care about entangled with worldly things.

By the time you realize that compromise is a thief, it has already stolen all your choices.

Fame and wealth are just a high fever, followed closely by regrets, which will never get better.

I can forgive, but I can't stop.

Feeling sad alone at night.

He is young and frivolous, but he pretends to be vicissitudes of life.

Who gave you the courage to pretend?

A discarded ideal is like a slap in the face.

Get a slap in the face every time you remember a sentence.
Chapter completed!