Chapter 549: Love in Progress

"Heh... Heh..." Oscar smiled awkwardly. He intentionally or unintentionally winked at the director, hoping that Feiran would help him out.

But Feiran was indifferent...

"Ah..." Oscar sighed deeply in his heart. There was no way. As a professional host, as long as the director didn't call for a stop, he had to control the situation and find a way to keep the show going...

Of course, this was not very difficult... After all, Oscar was a regular host, and finding something to say and changing the subject were the basic skills of the hosting industry. Even if he didn't have a script in his hand or a writing machine in front of him, and he was just talking nonsense based on his on-the-spot reaction... He could talk for ten minutes without repeating himself.

"Bujue, if you keep complaining like this, when the show is broadcast, our post-production will make your photos look ugly." Oscar quickly let go of the smile on his face and said this in a joking tone.

At this time, Feiran also took action when it was time to do so. He raised his arm and made a gesture, directing the audience to laugh.

Just like that... In a "funny" atmosphere, Jue Ge's speech ended. From the stage effect, it was pretty good. After being teased by him... Ye Zhihuo's performance just now seemed a bit mediocre.

"General Fei, say a few words." Oscar did not give Jue Ge a chance to speak again. After he finished speaking, he quickly took a few steps and walked to the seat of contestant No. 5.

"Hello everyone, I am General Fei." General Fei raised his right hand and waved at the camera, "I hope everyone will support me as always..." He had a smile on his face. But suddenly he glared at his left side with a malicious look, "... I will use my strength to win everyone's applause."

Feng Bujue held his cheek with his hand, tilted his head and looked at the other party, laughing in his heart: "Humph... This person seems to have something to say..." Thinking of this, he also turned his head slightly and looked at the other side of himself... As a result, Ye Zhihuo really glared back at this side, and immediately showed a disdainful expression and snorted coldly.

"Heh... Is this the rhythm of tearing the face..." Jue Ge shook his head slightly. I thought to myself. "Alas... I really shouldn't have come... The atmosphere of this show is a little bit wrong..."

Feng Bujue's feeling was right. The situation of this resurrection match was very different from the one he participated in before... As Fei Ran said, the show "I am a Writer" has gradually deviated from his original intention...

In fact, during the planning stage of the show, the senior management of the TV station was not optimistic about this project, so they only gave a small amount of production funds and arranged the broadcast time at 10 o'clock every Monday night.

In the first and second episodes of "I am a Writer", the program team invited only two first-line writers, and they were all friendly. The other five were not very famous or outdated writers. Overall, this show seemed to be a case that was likely to be cancelled after the trial broadcast...

Unexpectedly... the behind-the-scenes team led by Fei Ran fought a beautiful turnaround. With limited funds, they produced very high-quality works, making "I am a Writer" a dark horse in the ratings of the quarter.

So, the senior management of the TV station responded quickly. They began to increase investment in various aspects and put the broadcast time of the show in the prime time of the weekend.

Soon... a large number of sponsors flocked to the show, and businesses that bought online copyrights also spent money to bid. The writers who appeared on the stage were becoming more and more famous. Basically, as long as the program team invited them, they would come. Even if the writer himself did not want to come, the company that had a contract with him would find ways to squeeze them in...

Feng Bujue was chosen by several editors behind the scenes when the show was on the rise. After the program team contacted the cultural promotion department of Si Rui Group, they finally found him step by step. It happened that Jue was short of money at the time, and when he heard that there was an appearance fee... he gave in.

However, as "I am a Writer" became popular, there was more and more interference from the top.

TV station executives, sponsors, people with related interests, etc. These people don't understand any professional things at all, but they always make some self-righteous requests. Some of these requests are made for commercial considerations, which is reasonable, mainly because the investors want to protect their own interests; some are "I spend money, I am the boss" mentality, just wanting to get involved and brush up their presence and IQ.

In short, from then on, the tone of the program gradually changed...

The original harmonious and polite atmosphere faded, replaced by the ubiquitous competitive consciousness...

So, writers like Ye Zhihuo and Fei Jiangjun also came to the program one after another. In fact, according to the concept of the core team of the program group, they would not invite this type of writers. But people under the eaves have to bow their heads...Sponsors don’t know what kind of writers are suitable for this program. What they will do is nothing more than opening the search engine, searching for a few keywords such as "popular writers" on the Internet, and then running to the professionals to give advice, and thinking that they have made good suggestions.

Feiran is also quite troubled, because in almost every episode of the program, he and the team behind the scenes have to readjust the rules and content of each link to cater to the needs of all parties...

After realizing it, "I am a Writer" has become what it is now...

Writers no longer come here with the attitude of "learning from each other" or "showing themselves", but to "win" and "compete".

On and off the court, on and off stage, in virtual reality... you can see the scolding wars between fans, the hype of online trolls, and even writers attacking each other in the text of their works.

Perhaps this is in line with the saying-literati have always looked down on each other since ancient times.

This situation is what businessmen want to see. What they want to show is conflict and contradiction, and stage a hypocritical move in the cruel elimination. Gain attention and profit by selling these tricks that can only deceive fools.

To this end, they can strip away the last bit of character and arrogance from the literati without hesitation.

If Feng Bujue had been paying attention to this show, he wouldn't be here today. At least at this moment, he already felt... the person who came to this stage. Already lost.

To use a metaphor often said by Li Yunlong (the protagonist of "Bright Sword")... Brother Jue, Ye Zhihuo, and Bandit General cannot pee in a pot.

"Wow, the bandit general is very impressive." Oscar's questioning continued, and he came to the seat of contestant No. 4, "Rose, you can also say a few words."

It is obviously inappropriate to directly call a girl in her early twenties using the pen name "Chainsaw Rose". Fortunately, she has an English name...

"I am who I am..." Miss Rose was dressed in black, with bangs covering her eyebrows, and heavy smoky makeup on her face. His pale face looked almost like a ghost. The voice he spoke also revealed complete decadence. "I have nothing to say to a bunch of walking dead..."

"Hmm... Is this Goth girl originally a chuunibyou..." Feng Bujue turned around and looked over, thinking in his mind, "You can gain popularity by talking like this. What is the mentality of today's audience... "

"What are you looking at?" Suddenly. Rose noticed Brother Jue's gaze. She actually said this to the latter on the spot.

"Why do you care about the empty gaze of a walking zombie..." Feng Bujue wittily gave an answer that made it difficult for Chuunibyou to refute.

"Hmph..." Rose snorted coldly, and then...she actually took out a cigarette and lighter from her pants pocket.

"Hey...you two are going against the odds..." The veins on Oscar's forehead protruded, and he complained fiercely in his heart. "Fuck me, right? You want to screw with me, right! It doesn't matter if I'm just a lunatic. How should I round things up when there are two people in one show! Why doesn't the director just call it quits! If this goes on, the situation will get out of control sooner or later! "

Ding - click - the lighter's flame lit up.

Rose lit a cigarette for herself and took a puff. White smoke drifted out from her lips covered with black lipstick, which looked particularly dazzling.

"Oh." She said to Oscar as if she had just remembered it, "Do you mind if I smoke here?"

"You've already been slapped and you still ask the question!" Oscar yelled in his heart. But on the surface, he still forced himself to be calm, "Haha... please do it."

This is not the first time Oscar has dealt with Chainsaw Rose. According to his experience, it is best to "treat her coldly" at this time and just ignore her. If you argue with her, such as saying "Smoking is harmful to health", she will probably reply with Gothic remarks such as "My heart is already dead, and this body is just a rotten skin", which will offend you. Nothing to say…

"Come on." At this time, Fei Ran's voice came from the earphones again, and he spoke enthusiastically in the staff's dedicated channel, "I have a hunch that this program will become a legend..."

"What are you talking about about a plane..." Oscar broke out in a cold sweat, thinking to himself, "Director Fei, you are in your forties, don't you feel ashamed to say such a silly line..."

"Yeah!" "Okay!" "Understood!" "Fight!"

Unexpectedly, the staff of other units all responded enthusiastically to Fei Ran's words, showing high-spirited expressions and raising their spirits to the fullest.

"Let me go... who are the people on this show!" Oscar thought to himself, "I have to resign in the second season next year! Unless they offer me twice the salary... um... or 1.5 times... ...Hmm...a 20% increase can also be considered..."

"Then... next..." Oscar's thoughts were not shown on his face at all. He took three steps and two steps at a time and walked to the No. 3 contestant's table. "Brother Dadi, it's your turn."

The spring breeze of reform blows the earth (hereinafter referred to as Uncle Dadi) raised his hand and adjusted his black-rimmed glasses: "I hope... I can live up to the friends who support me today."

"Although they are very brief, they are very sincere words." Oscar responded, moved a few steps, turned his face and said, "Yamucha, what do you want to say to the audience?"

"Ah... I'm actually very happy to be sitting here today." Brother Yamcha replied, "I came with the attitude of learning from my seniors, but... I also hope to get good results. Bar."

"Okay, I'm looking forward to your performance." Oscar continued, and then he finally reached the No. 1 player position, "Then finally, let me treat you to something we are very familiar with... soda." He paused, and then said, "Today's meeting Among the seven contestants, Soda has been in the main competition the longest. There is no doubt about his strength. At this moment... what do you want to say to the audience? "

"I'll come as soon as I'm notified." Soda shrugged. His mentality when participating in the show was relatively peaceful, "I just... hope I can have a good performance today."

"Well, I believe you will." Oscar said.

At this point, the warm-up is over, and Oscar is relieved.

He turned around, returned to the center of the stage, looked at the camera and said, "After listening to the contestants, I wonder, audience friends... who do you think will win tonight? Please send your answers to..." This was followed by a paragraph A formulaic monologue about SMS lottery and advertising.

When it is officially broadcast. A minute or two of advertising will be inserted here.

Oscar finished reading the previous paragraph. He paused for a few seconds, changed his posture and expression, and then said, "Welcome back... I am a writer - Resurrection Night."

Music and lights took advantage of the situation to make a lot of noise.

"No further talk. Let's move into the first round of the showdown..." Oscar raised his arm again. With subtitles on the big screen. "...The writing is done."

"Isn't this the same as the last session..." Feng Bujue thought to himself, "Could it be that the rules have changed?"

"Of course, as I said before." Oscar's words fulfilled Brother Jue's guess. "Our rules for this issue will be changed, please watch...the big screen..."

As he spoke, the complete rules were displayed on the big screen. The players don't need to look there, there is also a display on the console screen in front of them, they can see it as long as they lower their heads.

"Okay..." After the rules were displayed for a while, Oscar continued, "First of all, let's see what the first 'keyword' is, ready...go!" He shouted, and the words in the middle of the screen Just start rolling at high speed.

The last time Feng Bujue came, dozens of words such as "events, characters, animals, scenery" were scrolling on the screen, but this time... the number of these random keywords seemed to have decreased. Maybe the general audience and even the players didn't notice it. But Feng Bujue discovered this with his excellent dynamic vision...

"Stop!" Oscar shouted again after dozens of seconds, and the key words on the screen suddenly stopped at the word "emotion".

The audience immediately became agitated. This seemed to be a keyword that the people loved to hear.

"Then..." Oscar said to the camera, "According to the new rules, all contestants will also get a keyword. And the keyword that everyone gets is the same..." He changed his expression intentionally, "That is to say... this time the writing was completed. The seven writers here were writing under exactly the same conditions. And the time... was still only seven minutes. Now..." He turned around and said, " The first round has officially begun!”

After Oscar finished speaking, the second key word - "time" appeared on the console in front of the players.

"Dear viewers, as we have said time and again, all the creative aspects of this program are recorded in real time, without any water added." Oscar began to talk in a stereotyped manner, "Every writer who comes to our scene is I am creating without the Internet or any auxiliary tools.”

When he said this, another brilliant voice came from Oscar's headphones, and the director seemed to have some new instructions.

Oscar kept talking, and he had silently recorded this instruction in his mind. Then, he naturally followed what he just said: "According to the special rules of our resurrection night, this time the article will be published in the final chapter. The order will be arranged according to the completion time of each contestant..." He turned around and said, "Dear writer teachers, after you confirm that you have completed it, you can directly click the submit button at the top of the screen, and the system will record your completion time. ”

Beep——

Before he finished speaking, Brother Jue's console was already ringing...

Feng Bujue was seen resting his head on his hands, leaning on the back of the chair, looking around leisurely. Ye Zhihuo and Bandit General, who were sitting on the left and right of him, were indeed affected by this unexpected situation. They both glanced at Brother Jue unconsciously and became nervous.

"Uh..." Oscar was stunned for two seconds before he said, "Oh, we saw that the contestant had already finished it without realizing it... His time was only fifty-two seconds, which is incredible..."

Even though he was unwilling to do so, Oscar still went to Brother Jue out of professional ethics...

At this point in the program, it’s time for the close-up photographer to take the stage. The person carrying the camera happened to be the photographer Xiao Wu. Under the direction of the director, he walked quickly to Oscar and followed him to the contestants' table.

After taking close-ups of the six writers one by one while they were creating, the camera finally landed on Brother Jue’s face.

Oscar also happened to walk up to Contestant No. 6's table and said, "I don't know, you finished it so quickly."

"Yeah..." Feng Bujue responded weakly.

"You didn't hand in the paper in vain, did you?" Oscar said half-jokingly.

"Do you want to take a look?" Brother Jue replied.

"Haha..." Oscar smiled at the camera, "Dear viewers, this is the benefit of being a host. Let me take a look first..."

Two seconds later, Oscar's smile froze. What he saw was - "From acquaintance to now, from indifference to care, from rejection to dependence, from stranger to love, from deep trust to suspicion, from love to love." Hurt, from dazzling to pale, from staying together to separation, from touching to feeling, from understanding to blaming, from expectation to helplessness, from ecstasy to sadness." (To be continued...)