Vol 2 Chapter 551: Laughing red dust

"Look... big screen." Oscar followed the previous sentence and turned around and said.
In the same second, on the big screen next to the stage, and on the small screen in front of the writers, all of them appeared: [Zhang San, Li Si, dusk, grassland, victory and defeat]

As you can see, today’s rules have changed. In the past, this round of requirements was... based on a narrative content, to design an outline text and to make it a relative The complete story,
Oscar explained.
But today, we are giving... characters, time, place, and events.

When he said this, the cameraman swept the expressions of the players one by one. In addition to feeling brother... everyone's look has changed a bit.
"However, the other rules of this round are still the same as usual..." Oscar immediately said, "At this moment, the consoles in front of our seven writers have been switched to free input mode. No matter words, sketches, tables. Graffiti... You can plan as you wish." He paused. "And the time of this round is still ten minutes."
After all, he looked at the player's seat and quickly said in a quick speech: "So now... the second round, start!"
Oh...
The voice of the Oscar did not fall, and the sound of the clock was heard on the scene. This is also the arrangement of the director... in order to reflect a sense of tension. A lot of similar techniques have been used in this resurrection to create an atmosphere.

The pen of God’s coming, as the most popular part of this program, is very popular among the audience.
The advertising time has not yet arrived, Oscar has to continue to pull down.
The performance in this round is crucial. ... There are a lot of players who are out of performance in this round, and they are finally eliminated..." He moved slowly on the stage and had some eye contact with the audience, which made his speech look more natural." And today... On the stage of this resurrection night, only one player can advance to the finals. That is to say... we will not knock out one person but six people.
He used this very serious tone to make this well-known nonsense It was stated again, but there was no sense of disobedience. "But if... can get a leading position in this round, it goes without saying that it means that one foot has already entered the threshold of the finals.

As he spoke, the timer on the big screen had gone for nearly two minutes. Six of the seven writers in the room have picked up the electronic pen. Busy on the console. Only the seal is not felt... I used my hands to hold the scorpion, and looked up at the ceiling for forty-five degrees. I don’t know if this is a daze or a mess.
"This kid...what is the idea..." Oscar saw this scene with Yu Guang, and there was a bad foreboding in an instant. "Do you say... Did he give up on himself?" He said in his heart, " Or...he is this a sensation?"
"No... he is not that kind of person." Oscar thought for a few seconds. I quickly denied these two speculations: "Well... according to his personality, I am afraid the truth is... He suspects that the final is too much trouble, so he deliberately let himself out."
I figured this out, and all the surprises and doubts in Oscar’s mind were swept away. At this moment, he smiled unconsciously, because he suddenly thought... The things that are being performed in front of him are very ironic... For some people, what they have to win is unscrupulous, but for others, it’s not awkward. The burden of falling.
............
Ten minutes passed quickly. During this period, Oscar stepped down for a few minutes, drank some water and made up the makeup.
The three minutes he had just spent on it had already filled the gap outside the advertising time, and the rest of the time was recorded again.
In addition, the on-site director (different from the time when he came to participate in the competition, the live conductor of this field, sitting in front of the audience) also made some brief exchanges with the audience. Say something to pay attention to in the next recording.
Oscar was once again on the stage until 30 seconds left in the countdown on the big screen.
"The attention of all units, prepared." Feel free to say hello in the headphones.
"Welcome back... I am a writer - Resurrection night! I am an Oscar." After a few minutes of rest, Oscar regained his temperament. "Thank you for your patience during the advertising... Let's take a look The time of this round, there is still..."
The lens of the main camera was cut at this time. Give a big close-up of the big screen.
"... twenty-one seconds." Oscar answered. "Are you all nervous like me?" he said, stepping closer to the player's seat. "But the most nervous... no doubt our seven writers, I don’t know how their creative progress is..."
Next, there was a sudden silence.
These ten seconds will be handed over to the late personnel to deal with. When the film is made, the picture of this paragraph will be divided into several pieces, while playing the countdown, while switching the close-ups of the players, and then with the imminent BGM... create a "time to arrive The TV screen will explode.
I don't know why, such a technique... I have tried and tested in various variety shows and it has been enduring for a long time.
"Time is up!" Oscar took the sentence after the countdown, and then directly to the big screen, "No more gossip... Please see... random numbers."
Seven Arabic numerals flashed rapidly on the screen, and after a few seconds, they stopped at the number "6".
"Oh... this is also a secret operation..." Feng Shou said in his heart, "In this round, it is obviously the more favorable the people who announced the outline later, they have more time to think... and the first one The people who played the most unlucky, when the score, the following paragraphs have already diluted the impression of the audience on the first story." His eyes looked at the consciously or unconsciously, "I don't want to be Fiji... done It’s very bright. Presumably the last person to announce... is the fire of the night. Um... If it’s me, I’ll also separate the narrative order of the soda from the fire of the night by at least two people. If the soda is counted down The second appearance, in contrast to the night fire, the latter can be troublesome..."
Feeling his brother's mind flashing, all the thoughts passed through his mind only three seconds.
Oscar, just happened to be in front of him: "I don't know, remember that when you last came to our program, you won the second place in this round. Although you are unfortunately eliminated, but you The story of the spoof spirit of the paragraph, still left a deep impression on everyone." At the staff's tips (via headphones). He simply reviewed the performance of the past, "I don't know what it is... what surprises you will bring us."
"Surprised is affirmative..." Feng did not feel greeted with a blank expression. "Happiness...hehe..."
"So, please open... Let's start..." When Oscar said this, there was an unexpected pause between "open" and "beginning", because at that second, he saw Jue brother's console... The screen is empty. One move did not move.
"In the past, there were two people." Feng Shi did not feel the fingers crossed, hands clasped under the nose, posing the signature action of the commander of the sergeant, cold and cold, "One is called Zhang San. One is called Li Si."
The scene suddenly became very quiet...
All the audiences present today, including fans of other writers, are all looking forward to the performance of the pen in the pen, because no one knows what this guy will make...
The unrecognized story gradually unfolded. "At some dusk, Zhang San asked Li Si to come out and play with him..."
"Ha?" Oscar sighed, my heart. "Run?"
"The location of the test is on a piece of grassland..." Feng Shou continued. "Li Si is a lame, nicknamed Tie Li, and usually walks with a cane to help. And Zhang San is a sportsman, two meters tall. One, six long legs, people give the nickname Chamberlain."
"Really just a nickname..." Oscar really wanted to pick up this sentence. But I can only resist it.
"The two stood side by side, and the arrogant Zhang San asked Li Si to shout and prepare to run." Feng did not know, "So, Li Si would read ‘all of you... walk!’

"What is the thing to walk!" Oscar exclaimed in his heart.
"If Li Si’s voice did not fall, he rushed out." Feng did not know, "Zhang San does not care about this kind of despicable cheating behavior of the other party. He smiles lightly. Then he pulls his legs to keep up."
"The guy who is looking for a scorpion is not a gentleman!"
"After a dozen seconds of effort, Zhang San surpassed Li Si and opened a distance of hundreds of meters. He ran for a while at this speed... When he looked back, Li Si was limping A small black spot on the grassland." "Zhang Sanxin thought: The end point is just five meters away. I won it. It is better to lie down and take a nap."
"Nervous disease! You are running five meters again!"
"Zhang San is lying on the grassland, blowing the wind and the evening wind, and in a short while... I really fell asleep on my eyelids." Feng continued to say, "And Li Si is chasing, chasing, turning... When he walked over to Zhang San, he was exhausted."
"Oh... if it was me... When I saw Zhang San stand up, I used a cane to make him a scorpion..." Oscar’s inner heart was uninterrupted.
"And Zhang San is still sleeping... Although Li Si also wants to rest for a while, he knows that Zhang San runs faster than himself. Only by persisting can he win." He felt a face of awe, "after a fierce ideological struggle Li Si still insisted on his teeth."
"It’s just five meters! Fight a fart! If you don’t move a few steps in the process of struggle!

"Finally, Li Sichong passed the end." The story of Feng Buzhi came to an end. "Zhang Sanyi woke up and looked back... Hey? How did Li Si disappear?" He used a class to teach kindergarten children. In tone, he said, "Oh, it’s awful! Li Si has crossed the end. Zhang Sanyi is anxious to see, but he has not caught up now, Li Si has won." He shook Shaking his head, exclaimed, "Ah... it’s really thought-provoking..."
"Director...we call it security..." Oscar turned his head and said that the microphone was cut into the background communication mode.
"No need to..." He said, "He said it’s all over, and it’s too late to drive him out..."
"No... I mean, let the security stand by," Oscar whispered. "If the audience throws debris at the stage or rushes directly toward him, the security guard can resist it for a while..."
"Nothing... you have a little bit of it." He said, "Try to cover up the past..."
"Cover up an egg!" Oscar actually in the newsletter, swearing at the general director. "Kindergarten children have heard that this is a tortoise and a rabbit race!"
"Calm... calm down..." With a firm tone, "I can’t say a few jokes and talk about the topic..."
Oscar held the whispering of the headset, and naturally it would be cut off later, so he simply said more than three minutes.
Three minutes later. Oscar adjusted his emotions and expressions and re-adjusted the microphone back to the hosted channel: "Ha..." He smiled. This smile is more fake and false. "I don't know... you tell the story... overall... ...still very educational..."
"Hey--" the audience was screaming in an instant. This time, the audience of the audience are all stunned, and some of the fans who support him have already left the scene angrily, and the rest are basically turned from powder to black. Throw away the banner slogan and join his camp.
"Oh... of course, of course, this is the change of the tortoise and the hare." Feng Wei smiled shamelessly, and calmly returned.
"You don't want to be too much!" Suddenly, the fire of the night sitting next to the No. 7 player's seat shouted loudly.
This situation is unprecedented. In the history of the recording of "I am a Writer", there have never been scenes where two players collided on the spot. Oscar's ability to control the scene is very strong. Generally speaking...who, when and what to say... are all guided by his moderator.
But now, there are unexpected situations.
"Every unit pays attention, don't stop, then record!" The exhilarating voice rang in the staff's headphones, it looks... the director is very fond of this scene.
"No matter what your purpose is. Please don't use this attitude to tarnish this sacred stage." The fire of the night is strictly speaking to the buddy.
"Oh?" Feng Shuan turned his head and looked at the fire of the night with an ironic smile. "Is this stage sacred?"
The voice did not fall, and the brother suddenly stood up.
Near the stage, several security guards outside the camera came down, and they all said: No, don’t you really want us to play?
I did not feel that I took two steps. I arrived at the No. 7 player in the night fire and stood on the console. I put my face in front of the other side and looked at the latter...
In the face of Jue's move, the fire of the night was a little overwhelmed... He originally wanted to gain some popularity for himself through the words just now, and he made a good deal for the guy who ranked second in the online ticket. It is the one stone and two birds of "falling down the stone, humiliating people and respecting oneself".
Unexpectedly... I couldn’t help but leave the seat and forced it over. Look at this posture... Is it necessary to do it?
The fire of the night is 30 years old, dressed up in a spirit, and wearing a slim suit, but it is still difficult to hide its more puffy body.
And I don’t feel it... although it seems to be thin. However, after a regular exercise in the recent period, the body has been trained to be very strong and has a clear line; plus the suppression of height, it is obviously not a disadvantage to fight...
"Hey... what kind of trouble... You have to really smash the fire of the night, this is not the matter of being pulled out by the security guard. Maybe someone will sue you..." Oscar said.
"If this stage is sacred..." Feng Shou looked directly at the other's eyes, Shen Shen, "...how are you here?"
"What do you mean by this!" The fire of the night was like a fried hair, and it was furious on the spot.
Because, from the words of his brother, he heard another meaning...
The fire of the night is the clearest in my heart. My "the first place in the resurrection race" is done by the black-box operation... It is a bit more straightforward - he is squandering money. Just like some web writers spend their money on the website, the night fire has done similar things, making it the first place in the network. In addition, he also took a bit of a relationship, through the sponsors to pressure the TV station executives, paving the way for their own finals.
When the seal inadvertently satirizes him with his so-called "sacred" remarks, the fire of the night is naturally irritated.
"Nothing, just talk about it casually, you don't want to listen, I said something else." Feng did not feel a smile, and turned away, back to his seat.
The audience on the sidelines are all ignorant, I don’t know what to do...
As soon as Oscar saw the situation ease, he quickly said: "Ah...haha... I don’t think it’s so funny to joke..." He tried to dilute this horrible atmosphere with laughter. The next step is to shift the topic. "If you don't feel that your creation is actually a bit bright, there are at least a lot of slots."
"Where is there?" But I did not know how to dismantle myself. "I said this story is the change of the tortoise and the hare. Even if there are bright spots, I am just in the "advanced copy"."
"Oh..." Oscar couldn't take it anymore. He sighed and didn't care what the scene was. (It doesn't matter now, it's a mess, let's deal with it later.) And the atmosphere, direct, "No. I feel... I am shocked to tell the truth. What is your performance today... What exactly does it mean?"
"Oh... when the catalogue is over, you will understand..." After closing his hands and putting his hands behind his head, he replied easily with a tone. "Now... I will be out of play."
"Oh... it’s as if you are playing as normal." The fire of the night chilled.
Feng did not care about this. He didn't even look at the fire of the night, just smiled and said: "I say that I am arrogant, and I don't ask anyone to understand, and be proud."