Chapter 120 "Well... These are song lyrics..." Oscar's heart was stampeded by ten thousand mythical beasts, but on the surface, he had to hold back, unable to say the words out loud. "And not a single word has been changed... You're completely copying! Even if it's an old song, a lot of people must have heard it... Even if not many people have heard it, people will be able to find it online after the show airs..."

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

"Uh... Bujue..." Oscar replied, "Are you sure... you want to submit this content?" Because the audience hadn't seen what Feng Bujue had written yet, Oscar felt there was still room for salvage. He winked at Brother Jue with all his might, and said in a strange tone, "What you wrote... looks kind of familiar..." He glanced at the camera again, "There's still plenty of time... Do you want to revise it?"

The implication of his words was that he already knew that this passage wasn't original, and he urged him to revise it quickly while there was still time.

Unexpectedly, Feng Bujue didn't appreciate it at all.

"Of course it looks familiar." Brother Jue replied casually, "These are song lyrics."

"He actually admitted it! He said it in front of the camera!" Oscar roared in his heart, "Is it really okay to do this?" He quickly turned his head and cast a pleading look at the director, waiting for further instructions.

"Keep recording, it's fine." Fei Ran said in the communication channel, "The rules don't say it's not allowed."

"Ah ha ha... Bujue, you're really quite honest." Oscar had no choice but to try to say something nice.

Unfortunately... Brother Jue still didn't appreciate it.

"I'm just too lazy to think for myself." Feng Bujue replied immediately, "So I just casually copied a passage that fits the theme."

As soon as these words came out, even the audience didn't know how to react...

"What on earth is this kid planning to do?" Oscar thought to himself, "You're not only digging your own grave, but you also seem to be a little shameless..."

At this moment, Oscar had already turned his face to a place where the camera couldn't capture it. As a person with a strong sense of the camera, he did this intentionally, because he didn't want his current expression to appear on the screen.

"Anyway, the rules allow it, right?" Feng Bujue then continued, still resting his hands behind his head, striking a rather arrogant pose, "I think there's no difference between this and quoting classics, is there?"

"The difference is huge, okay..." Oscar replied in his heart, "Quoting classics is to explain the principles, but you're copying the entire passage, without a single word of your own..."

"Um... hehe..." Oscar laughed awkwardly, "Okay... We'll reveal the results later." He could only quickly gloss over this matter.

The photographer, Xiao Wu, was also quite clever. Seeing this situation, he took the opportunity to turn the camera to the other writers.

Oscar also improvised, slightly distancing himself from the No. 6 contestant seat, and said loudly, "Time... is passing by every minute and every second. Apart from contestant Bujue, the creations of our other six writers have not stopped. Maybe we can see a bit of a clue from the expressions on their faces..." He cooperated with Xiao Wu's filming and said these words, successfully diverting the audience's attention.

...

Seven minutes passed quickly, and writers successively clicked the submit button on the screen.

During this time, Oscar had been trying to find something to say, spouting some seemingly relevant to the program, but actually meaningless nonsense. Even so... the time he remained silent never exceeded ten seconds... This is professionalism.

"There's not much time left... Let's count down the last ten seconds..." When only the last ten seconds or so remained on the big screen, Oscar opened his mouth at the right time, "Ten... nine... eight... seven... six..." He counted down the ten numbers to the screen, and added, "...Time's up!"

A piece of background music commonly used in programs, about five seconds long, sounded, and the lights on the stage flickered for a while.

The photographer, Xiao Wu, adjusted his position, preparing to follow the host's actions.

"Okay... The moment of revelation has arrived." Oscar said, listening to the relevant information coming from his earpiece, "Careful viewers must already know the order in which we will announce the articles." He paused, "I won't keep you in suspense... We'll start with the first contestant to submit an article..." He turned around, "...Contestant Bujue." After saying that, he led the camera to Brother Jue.

At the same time, the passage that Feng Bujue had written also appeared on the big screen.

The audience on the scene was in an uproar, and applause never sounded...

Oscar read the entire passage of lyrics, and then said, "Well... It's written very well indeed." He looked at Brother Jue, "And it fits the two keywords 'love' and 'time' quite well." He changed the subject, and said with a smile, "It's a pity... this doesn't seem to be what you came up with..."

The sentence that followed wasn't something that Oscar intentionally said to tear down Feng Bujue's platform, but something that Fei Ran ordered him to say through the earpiece. It seemed... the director was preparing to cooperate with Brother Jue and let him establish a defeat in the first round.

"Yeah..." Feng Bujue said with a look of a dead pig not afraid of boiling water, "It's a lyric by Teacher Li Zongsheng."

"But... if you copy the entire passage like this..." Oscar said, "The audience may not buy it."

"It doesn't matter." Feng Bujue replied calmly with these two words.

Hearing this, Oscar widened his eyes, made a helpless expression to the camera, and shrugged his shoulders.

Then, he walked to the No. 4 contestant seat and said, "Okay... Then, let's take a look at... what rose, who used five minutes and eleven seconds, has written."

The atmosphere on the scene had become very cold in the past minute or so. Many fans who came to support Feng Bujue were already silent. They didn't know what was going on, and they didn't know what to say at the moment...

And Oscar had already begun to announce the articles of the other writers in an orderly manner...

Except for Feng Bujue, the other contestants naturally created original content on the spot.

First of all, it was rose. The passage she wrote was undoubtedly very "gothic", full of despair, darkness, death, loneliness... and a strong sense of chuunibyou (middle school syndrome). But unexpectedly, this passage was well combined with the two themes of "love" and "time", and received a quite enthusiastic response.

Then there was Yamucha. Compared with the other writers present, his writing was not very promising. But at least he can write straightforwardly and in an easy-to-understand manner. And his typing speed is very fast. He can also type more than 500 words in six minutes using the full pinyin input method on the on-site console. So... he simply wrote a short story of several hundred words to fit the theme. Unfortunately, the plot of his story is a bit too naive and idealistic, and his writing hasn't been able to fill these shortcomings. The whole passage sounded down, and the effect wasn't very good.

Next, it was Soda's article. He is a very good storyteller, and his writing is also good. In terms of the type of writer, he is quite similar to Feng Bujue. He also wrote a short story to express the themes of "love" and "time", but the number of words wasn't as many as Yamucha's. But... with more condensed writing, his response was much more enthusiastic than Yamucha's.

As for the remaining three... Nightflame and Bandit General both clicked submit at six minutes and forty seconds; while Uncle Earth used the handwriting function on the console, which led to insufficient time. He was forced to stop writing until the last second of the countdown.

Oscar also read out their articles respectively... Bandit General's description was okay, and can be said to be quite satisfactory, but not outstanding; Uncle Earth's passage... the ending was rushed, and it was obvious that it hadn't been finished, but after all, he is the oldest and most experienced one here, and his writing is also impeccable. The part he wrote was enough to arouse the audience's resonance.

And the worst effect was probably Nightflame's... From the first minute, he was disturbed by Brother Jue's sudden freakish behavior. Nightflame originally wanted to write a series of parallel sentences in the first person to stir up emotions, but he lost his emotions first... The more he wrote, the more anxious he became, and the more anxious he became, the more mistakes he made... The final passage was incomprehensible; neither genuine "emotion" nor gorgeous "skill" could be seen. Fortunately, his on-site fans were very enthusiastic. After the article was published... they spent a lot of effort to promote him, and finally slightly improved the impression of this passage to others...

"Okay, we have seen the performance of all seven writers in the rapid writing round..." Oscar visited each contestant, then turned around and returned to the center of the stage, "The tense moment... has come again..."

A camera above the recording studio made a wide range of movements and swept across the contestant seats.

Oscar continued, "Seven hundred audience friends on the scene, the fate of the contestants is once again in your hands..." He paused, "Today, we will cancel the rules of 'first choice vote' and 'second choice vote'... In your hands, there will only be one first choice vote, and you can only support... one writer." He looked solemn, "The voting time is two minutes, please carefully cast your crucial vote... Now... the voting begins!"

In the next second, tense and intense background music sounded on the scene, and Xiao Wu, carrying a close-up camera, rushed up and gave each of the seven writers a close-up.

"Friends who have just turned on the TV, website, or radio, you are now watching I Am a Writer - Resurrection Night!" After a brief silence, Oscar directly added such a sentence.

This abrupt transition was also the director's instruction. Obviously... a segment of advertising and pre-recorded long-winded words will be added here in the later stages.

"The first round of voting is still in full swing, who will be able to take the lead in the first round and gain the lead..." Oscar used self-answering questions and nonsense to delay for more than a minute.

"Time's up!" Finally, Oscar once again excellently completed the task, and breathed a long sigh of relief, "Okay... Today, I will start..." He looked at the big screen, "...announce from the seventh place... first."

All the camera positions on the scene became busy, aiming at the audience seats, contestant seats, and hosts from various angles...

"The writer who obtained... I Am a Writer - Resurrection Night, the first round... seventh place... is..." At every moment, Oscar always spoke word by word, stretching it out as long as he could.

The on-site DJ also cooperated very well, taking the opportunity to insert a segment of rhythmic sound effects.

"Bujue." Oscar's voice and tone were a bit low when he read Brother Jue's pen name.

A burst of noise immediately came from the audience seats, which seemed to be mixed with a few boos.

Oscar turned to the side, faced the camera lens, and looked at Brother Jue with his eyes, "Bujue, do you have anything to say?"

Feng Bujue sneered, "I don't know, I don't care how much I did if I didn't do well."

"This guy is too arrogant..." Oscar complained in his heart, "After being exposed for plagiarism, he doesn't have the slightest sense of remorse and shame, and he shamelessly replied with such words... Wait... these sentences are also song lyrics!"

"Poof-" At this moment, in the audience, Nightflame's fans had already made undisguised and neat boos. And the audience and neutrals who supported Brother Jue remained silent.

"Hehe... Bujue is still so characteristic." Oscar smiled stiffly, and quickly added, "Then... next, I will announce the..." In order to quickly divert the audience's attention, he didn't delay this time, and announced, "The writer who obtained the fourth place..."

His sentence successfully stunned the audience for a moment. Because according to past practice, only the first, second, and seventh places are announced in the rapid writing round.

"As I have repeatedly emphasized, tonight... many of the previous rules will be changed." Oscar smiled mysteriously, "The rankings I will announce today will be... the third place, the fourth place... and the last place." He paused for a second, "And the four writers ranked in the first, second, fifth, and sixth places... are temporarily kept secret..."

"Hmm... It seems to be a way to increase suspense..." Feng Bujue's reaction was so quick, that as soon as he heard these words, he chanted in his heart, "In fact, it's to make it easier to operate in secret..."

"Today, the writer who won the first round, fourth place is..." Oscar's words continued, "...The spring breeze of reform blows across the land... our Uncle Earth."

A round of applause rang out in the audience.

Oscar also quickly came to the No. 4 contestant seat, and said with a smile on his face, "Brother Earth, I really admire you... I have never seen anyone enter the top four with an unfinished article in 'Rapid Writing' before."

"Hehe... It's all thanks to the support of the audience friends." Uncle Earth pushed his black-rimmed glasses and replied quite kindly.

"Well, Brother Earth's modesty is also admirable." Oscar smiled.

While speaking, he turned to face the camera again and said, "Okay... next, let's reveal the next one... the contestant ranked in the first round... third place..." He looked at the camera, put on a "I just won't say it, come and hit me" expression, stared for a full ten seconds, and then added, "...is... Soda!"

Another burst of cheers came from the audience... However, on the whole, the people cheering for Soda and Uncle Earth, added together, were still not as many as Nightflame's fans...

This is also a very helpless situation. The fans of these two are mostly over thirty years old and mostly male. Although their votes were not bad in the online voting, the number of people supporting them in the audience today was the smallest (there are also reasons for the organizer's artificial manipulation).

"Speak of the devil." Oscar walked to Soda, "I was just talking about the contestant who couldn't finish the article in rapid writing..."

"Haha..." Soda naturally understood what the other party was talking about in the previous episode, "Today I have completed it."

"Yes, as long as you complete it, you are guaranteed to be in the top three." Oscar said.

"No, no, you're overpraising me." Soda waved his hand.

"I'm not complimenting you." Oscar turned to face the audience again and said, "Now... I can announce a set of data..." He returned to the stage, "In the past twenty episodes of I Am a Writer, Soda has participated in sixteen episodes..."

Speaking of this, he paused intentionally, and the audience also understood what he meant and responded with a burst of cheers and applause.

"And he maintains a record that no one has done, that is..." Oscar waved his arm and pointed to Soda, "In the 'Rapid Writing' segment, as long as he can finish writing, he can enter the top three."

The audience applauded again, but Oscar interrupted them: "And..." he said loudly, "...and in the second round, Soda is also the writer who has won the 'first' the most times in the Divine Touch segment."

At this time, he had finished speaking. And the audience on the scene broke out into the most massive burst of cheers since the opening.

The other writers also sat on their seats and applauded. Of course, some of them were sincere, while some of them were just putting on a show...

"Okay, stop at the point, don't forget the main business." Fei Ran's voice came from the earpiece again.

As soon as Oscar heard it, he understood that the director was telling him to stop and not to over-praise. After all... the real person to be praised in this episode is Nightflame.

To be honest... Oscar personally has likes and dislikes for these contestants. He may not have read many novels, but he has been in contact with countless people. Which ones are gentlemen, which ones are villains, which ones have real talents and learning, and which ones are deceiving the world... he has his own yardstick in his heart.

Starting from personal feelings, Oscar really hopes that Soda will enter the finals. But due to the needs of the program group... he had to compromise.

"Okay... Now that I have said this, I believe that all the audience can't wait any longer, let's immediately enter the next round..." Oscar quickly added, "Divine Touch!"

"Hmm... The most troublesome part is coming..." Feng Bujue squinted his eyes and muttered silently, "The consequences of the last nonsense were quite serious... This time I have to think of a countermeasure..."