Thriller Paradise

"Hey... this is the lyrics..." Oscar’s heart was filled with thousands of beasts, but he had to bear it on the surface and couldn’t say it. “And one word has not changed... you are Completely copying! Even if it is the first old song, there are a lot of people who have heard it... Even if not many people have heard it, after the program is broadcast, people will find it on the Internet...."

"What's wrong?" Feng Shou looked at Oscar and asked if nothing had happened.

"Oh... I don't know..." Oscar replied. "Are you sure... Do you want to submit this content?" Because the audience hasn't seen anything written, Oscar feels that there is room for recovery. He gave the sorrowful eyes to him, and used the strange tone. "You wrote these... I looked as if I was familiar..." He squinted again. "Now the time is quite abundant... Do you want to change it again?"

The implication of his words is that I already know that this word is not your original, and you can quickly change it.

Unexpectedly, I didn’t feel that I didn’t appreciate it.

"Of course I am familiar." He said with a relaxed look. "This is the lyrics."

"Accepted it! Just said it in front of the camera!" Oscar groaned. "Does this really matter?" He turned his head quickly and cast a look for help from the director, waiting for further instructions.

"Let's record, nothing." Said in the communication channel, "The rules did not say no."

"Ah haha... I don't think you are really honest." Oscar had no choice but to find a way to say good things.

It’s a pity... I still don’t appreciate it.

"I just don't bother to think about it myself." Feng immediately replied, "so I just copied a paragraph that fits the subject."

When the words were exported, even the audience did not know how to react...

"What the kid is going to do?" Oscar said. "You are not only digging your own grave, it seems to be a little shameless..."

At this moment, Oscar has turned his face to a place that the camera can't take. As a person with a strong sense of lens, he will do so naturally. Because he didn't want his face to appear in the picture at the moment.

"There is no rule anyway." Feng Jie then opened his mouth again. He still put his hands behind his head and put on a rather arrogant gesture. "I don't think this is the same as the introduction of the classics. Isn't it?" ”

"The difference is very good..." Oscar said in his heart. "The classics are used to explain the truth, but you can copy it whole, without your own words..."

"Well...hehe..." Oscar smiled slyly. "Well... what's the result. We'll reveal it later." He can only reveal this matter quickly.

The photographer Xiao Wu is also very clever. Seeing this scene, he took the camera and turned it to other writers.

Oscar is also a random strain, slightly away from the sixth player's seat, Lang said: "Time ... is passing by. In addition to not knowing the players, the creation of our other six writers has not stopped. Maybe we can from them The expression on the face, seeing a bit of clues..." He spoke with Xiao Wu's shooting, spoke this passage, and successfully transferred the attention of the audience.

............

Seven minutes later, it quickly passed, and there were successive writers who clicked the submit button on the screen.

Oscar has been looking for nothing during this time. It seems that it seems to be related to the program, but in fact there is not much nonsense. This is so... he will not be silent for more than ten seconds each time... this is professional.

"The rest of the time is not much... let's count down for ten seconds..." When the time on the big screen was only the last ten seconds left, Oscar spoke in a timely manner, "Ten...9...eight... ...seven...six..." He finished the count of ten on the screen and took a sentence, "...time is up!"

A BGM that was commonly used in a program, about five seconds, and the lights on the stage flashed for a while.

The cameraman Xiao Wu adjusted his position. Be prepared to follow the host.

"Well... the moment of the announcement came." Oscar listened to the relevant information from the headphones and said, "The careful audience must have already known the order in which we published the article." He paused. "I also Don't sell it... We just submitted the article from the first..." He turned and went, "...the player didn't start." After that, he led the camera lens to the face of the buddy.

At the same time, I did not know what to write. Also appeared on the big screen.

The audience was full of talks, and the applause never sounded...

Oscar read the entire lyrics again, and then said: "Well... it’s really good." He looked at the singer, "It fits the two words 'love' and 'time'." The words turned. With a smile, "It’s a pity... it doesn't seem to be what you came up with..."

The words that followed were not what Oscar intended to unpack the Taiwanese, but he told him through headphones. It seems that the director is ready to cooperate with him and let him lay the ground in the first round.

"Yeah..." Feng Shou did not use a pair of dead pigs who were not afraid of boiling water. "The words of Teacher Li Zongsheng."

"But... you have copied it all the way..." Oscar said, "The audience may not buy it."

"No problem." Feng did not feel calmly back to these two words.

Oscar heard the words, widened his eyes and made a helpless expression on the camera, and shrugged.

Then he went to the No. 4 player and said, "Okay... Then, let's take a look... Rose, which took five minutes and eleven seconds, wrote what kind of content."

The atmosphere at the scene has become very cold in just over a minute. Many fans who have come to support it are already silent. They don’t know what it is, and they don’t know what to say at the moment...

On the Oscar side, it has begun to unveil the articles of other writers step by step...

In addition to being unconscious, other players naturally created original content on the spot.

The first is Rose. The passage she wrote is undoubtedly very "gothic", full of despair, darkness, death, loneliness... and a strong second-inspired breath. Surprisingly, her text has been well combined with the two themes of "love" and "time", and it has received quite enthusiastic response.

Followed by Yamu tea, his writing is less optimistic than other writers present. However, he can at least be straightforward and easy to understand. And its codeword speed is very fast. He used the full spell input method on the field console to knock down more than 500 words in six minutes. So... he simply wrote a small story of a few hundred words to match the theme of this time. It is a pity that the plot of his story is a bit too naive and idealistic, and his writing has not been able to fill these shortcomings. After reading the whole paragraph, the effect is not very good.

Next, it is an article about soda. He is a very capable storyteller and his writing is not bad. In terms of the type of writer. He and the seal are quite close. He also wrote a small story to express the theme of "love" and "time", but the number of words is not as much as Yamu tea. But... With a more concise writing, the response he caused was much warmer than the Yamu tea.

As for the rest of the three... The night fire and the generals were all submitted in six minutes and forty seconds; and the uncle used the handwriting function on the console, resulting in insufficient time, he is always It was written that the second countdown was forced to stop the pen.

Oscar also read their articles separately... The description of the generals of the generals is okay, but it can be said to be quite satisfactory. But not losing; the uncle's paragraph... the end of the rush, obviously not finished, but he is the oldest and most experienced one here, and the writing is not to say, with the part he wrote, it is enough Resonated with the audience.

The worst effect, I am afraid it is the fire of the night... From the first minute. He was disturbed by the sudden convulsions of his brother. The fire of the night wanted to write a paragraph of the first person's serial row to express sensation, but I didn't have emotions first... The more I write, the more urgent, the more urgent the mistake... The final written paragraph is incomprehensible; The "love" can not see the gorgeous "technique". Fortunately, his live fans were very hard. After the article was published... they took a lot of effort to sip for him. Finally, they slightly improved the impression of others on this text...

"Well, we have watched all the seven writers in the round of the next chapter..." Oscar visited each player and turned back to the center of the stage. "Nervous moments... come again..."

A camera above the studio made a large movement, sweeping it over the player's seat.

Oscar went on to say: "The 700 spectators at the scene, the fate of the players, once again in your hands..." He paused. "Today, we will cancel the 'preferred votes' and 'secondary votes'. Rules... In your hand, there will be only one preferred ticket. You can only support...one writer.” He looked awkward. “The voting time is two minutes. Please carefully cast your crucial one. Ticket... now... voting starts!"

In the next second, the scene was filled with intense background music. Xiao Wu took a close-up camera and rushed up to give each of the seven writers a close-up.

"Friends who have just turned on the TV, website, or radio, you are watching me now is the writer - the night of the resurrection!" Oscar immediately connected with such a sentence after a brief silence.

This abrupt conversion is also the director's instructions, it is clear that ... later will be added an ad here and a long-form set of pre-recorded.

"The first round of voting is still going on intensely. Who is the first to win the lead in the first round?" Oscar used self-answering and nonsense, and delayed for more than a minute.

"Time is coming!" Finally, Oscar once again accomplished the task brilliantly and sighed with a sigh of relief. "OK... Today, I will be from..." He looked at the big screen, "The seventh place... began to announce."

The cameras in the audience were busy, and they were aligned with the audience, the players, and the host from all angles...

"Get... I am a writer - the night of the resurrection, the first round... the seventh... the writer... is..." At this moment, Oscar always speaks in one word, can How long does it take?

The live DJ is also very cooperative, and it has inserted a tightly-paced sound effect.

"I don't think." When Oscar read the pen name of his brother, his voice and tone were somewhat low.

There was a noise in the audience, and it seemed to be mixed with a few buzz.

Oscar turned to face the camera lens and looked at him with his eyes: "I don't think, what do you want to say?"

I didn’t know how to sneer: "I don't know, I don't do well, I don't care, how much I did."

"You guy is too arrogant..." Oscar spoke in his heart. "There was no repentance and embarrassment after the plagiarism was exposed. I actually returned this word shamelessly...and so on... these are the lyrics!"

"Oh--" At this moment, in the audience, the fans of the night fire have sent out undisguised, neat buzz. The audience and neutrals who support Jue are also silent.

"Oh... I don’t think it’s such a character." Oscar smiled stiffly and quickly followed. "So... next, I will reveal..." in order to quickly divert the attention of the audience. He did not drag it for too long this time, he announced, "Get the fourth place writer..."

His words, very successful, let the audience stunned. Because in accordance with past practice, only three, one, two, and seven rankings will be announced.

"As I have repeatedly stressed, tonight... many of the rules of the past will be changed." Oscar smiled secretly. "The rankings I announced today will be... third place, fourth place... and last one." He paused for a second, "the four writers who lined up at one-two-six-six... temporarily kept secret... ”

"Well... it seems to be a way to strengthen suspense..." How quickly the response was unconsciously heard. When I heard this, I read in my heart, "It’s actually for the black-box operation."

"Today, the first round, the fourth place is the writer..." Oscar's words are still going on. "...the reform spring breeze blows the earth...our uncle."

A round of applause sounded in the audience.

Oscar also hurried to the front of the No. 4 player, smiling with a smile: "Dadi brother, younger brother, I am really a five-body vote for you... I have never seen anyone in the 'British chapter' with an unfinished article. The first four."

"Oh, huh... all rely on the support of the audience friends." Uncle Da, helped the black-rimmed glasses, and replied with enthusiasm.

"Well, the modesty of the land brother is also very admirable." Oscar smiled.

During the conversation, he turned to face the screen: "Well... let us immediately reveal the next one... in the first round... the third player..." He looked at the camera lens and kept a similar "I just don't say, you come to hit me." This smashed for ten seconds, and said, "...is...soda!"

There was another cheer in the audience... However, from the overall point of view, the people who cheered for the soda and the uncle of the earth, and the fans who had no fire at night...

This is also a very helpless situation, most of the fans of these two ages are over 30 years old, mostly male. Although in the online vote. Their votes are not bad, but today they came to the audience and supported them the least.

"It’s true that Cao Cao saw Cao Cao." Oscar went to the soda. "I just said that the player who didn't finish the article in the next chapter is coming..."

"Ha ha..." Soda naturally understands what the other party is saying in a certain period before. "I can finish it today."

"Yeah, as long as it is completed, it is the strength of the top three." Oscar said.

"No, you have won the prize." Soda swayed.

"I am not complimenting you." Oscar turned to look at the audience. "Now... I can publish a set of data..." He returned to the stage. "In the past, it was "I am a writer." In the "Soda, participated in the sixteenth period..."

Having said that, he intentionally paused, and the audience understood his meaning very well and responded with a burst of cheers and applause.

"And he keeps this undocumented record, that is..." Oscar waved his finger at the soda. "In the ‘getting the next chapter,” as long as he can finish writing, he can enter the top three.”

The audience applauded again, but Oscar interrupted them: "And..." He sighed, "...and in the second round, the part of God's pen, soda is also the one with the most 'first' ever. Writer."

At this time, he was finished. The audience also broke out with the loudest cheers since the opening.

The other writers also sat in their positions and clashed. Of course, some of them are sincere, or some people just do it...

"Okay, let's just stop, don't forget the business." The sound of the sound came from the headphones.

As soon as Oscar heard it, the director was able to stop himself and not to overtake it. After all... The one who really wants to hold this is the fire of the night.

To be honest... Oscar personally has some likes and dislikes for these players. He usually sees a lot of novels, but the people he has contacted have gone to sea. Which are gentlemen, which are villains, which have real talents, which are deceiving the world... He has a scale in his heart.

From the personal feelings, Oscar really hopes that the soda will enter the finals. But because of the needs of the program group... he had to compromise.

"OK... The words are here, and the audience must have been waiting for it. Let us immediately enter the next round..." Oscar quickly approached, "The pen of God!"

"Well... the most troublesome part is coming..." Feng did not feel guilty and silently recited. "The consequences of the last nonsense are quite serious... I have to think about a countermeasure..."