After that “little interlude” involving Feng Bujue and Ye Zhihuo, Oscar chatted idly for a few lines, forcibly changing the subject and carrying on the show with a forced smile…

Thus, according to the numbers that popped up on the big screen, the contestants gave their outlines.

Unsurprisingly, the second to take the stage was Soda… The director had indeed kept him far enough away from Ye Zhihuo, and even had him go on second. A truly painstaking effort.

However, Soda's story was still wonderful. He expanded on a section about brotherhood in the Jianghu (martial world), which was quite touching.

The third to appear was Uncle Da Di. The story he designed was a rare social commentary, subtly implying real-world problems such as ecological damage… This kind of subject matter was already difficult to make interesting, and coupled with a slightly lengthy summary, it made the audience want to doze off.

Although his intention and courage to create such a story on the show were admirable, there was no doubt that… it would be difficult to get a high score.

The fourth to announce his answer was General Fei. The outline he came up with was also a wuxia story. But… as the saying goes, one is not afraid of not knowing the goods, but afraid of comparing goods. It could only be considered bad luck that he came up with almost the same plot as Soda.

Rose appeared fifth. She actually wrote a BL (boy's love) fanfiction… The time spanned from dusk to night, the process was full of yandere (lovestruck and lovesick) attributes, and the ending was a double suicide…

After listening to this, the audience's reaction was polarized. Oscar also found it difficult to comment and could only deal with it casually, skipping to the next person…

Yamucha was the second to last to appear. When his number popped up on the big screen, Brother Jue's prediction had already been verified… Ye Zhihuo had indeed gained the advantage of appearing last, and the quality of the outlines given by the two people who spoke before him… did not pose any threat to him.

However… an unexpected situation still occurred.

Perhaps due to the conflict with Brother Jue, Ye Zhihuo's emotions showed obvious fluctuations, causing his performance to be somewhat abnormal…

Although Ye Zhihuo's original strength could not be considered a first-class writer, he was at least stronger than those who were not in the mainstream. If he didn't even have this level of skill, he wouldn't have become popular.

Unfortunately, his performance at the moment was really too bad. Even his fans found it difficult to be satisfied with his story.

Without even waiting for the scores, Ye Zhihuo knew… that he had failed this round. Moreover, he had painfully lost a good situation while occupying all kinds of favorable conditions, which made him even more resentful.

"Okay, the narratives of all seven contestants are over, so… let's move on to the tense scoring phase." After Ye Zhihuo's answer was announced, Oscar chatted a few more words and then continued, "Here I want to explain… the scoring criteria for this episode of Stroke of Genius are also different from the past." He paused for a second, "First of all, in this round, our seven hundred audience friends on site still only have one preferred vote, and no second-choice vote. Secondly… our expert judging panel will also participate in the judging in this round. Their opinions will account for 30% of the weight."

"Oh… there's this trick too…" Feng Bujue thought to himself, "They really do this for a living, they've already thought of all kinds of situations. In this way, even if Ye Zhihuo's victory causes controversy in the end, it can't be verified from the votes…"

Not only Brother Jue, but also the other writers, also sensed something from these scoring criteria… However, among the seven people sitting here, only Ye Zhihuo was quite persistent about the finals. The other five writers either didn't care or felt that they were unable to qualify, so they didn't have high expectations. Therefore, no one expressed dissatisfaction with this sudden change of rules.

"Now, please, audience friends on site, cast your crucial vote through the screen in front of you." Oscar said immediately.

As his monologue was spoken, the second round of voting began.

The on-site DJ and the camera operators on each camera position were also busy… The imposing and tense background music; the lens that shook like epilepsy and constantly switched angles… would undoubtedly become a nightmare for the post-production editing. Of course, these were matters for Fei Ran and the editors…

About three minutes later, Oscar spoke again: "Our voting time has thirty seconds left. Please be sure to cast your vote for the writer who satisfied you the most in the 'Stroke of Genius' segment before this time." He looked at the audience and said sternly, "If you fail to vote after the time limit, you will be deemed to have abstained."

In fact, he was just making an announcement. Basically… 90% of the audience (not including those who had been angered and left by Feng Bujue) had made their decisions in the first minute. By this time, the more than six hundred audience members on site had all cast their votes without exception.

"Voting time is up!" Thirty seconds later, Oscar still announced the end of the time in a dedicated manner, and then smoothly continued, "But…" He dragged out the sound, "... our behind-the-scenes judges still need a certain amount of time to deliberate, so…" He turned around and walked towards the contestant seats, "Before the results of the second round are announced, let's move on to… the Card Question Time in advance!"

Before he finished speaking, he had already reached into his suit pocket and taken out a card.

Oscar took a deep breath and said to the contestants: "Today, our question segment is also different…"

Ding— A strange sound effect, similar to a collision, rang out on the stage, as if expressing… the contestants' hearts sank immediately.

"In the past, the three editors of our program team would select three questions from the online message board of *I Am a Writer* and hand them over to our seven writers to answer. But today, I only have one question in my hand." Oscar paused for about five seconds at this point, and then continued, "But after I ask this question…"

That strange sound effect rang again, and the cameraman Xiao Wu also carried the camera and quickly walked in front of the contestant seats.

"... each of our writers can also ask any other writer a question." When Oscar said this sentence, cold sweat was flowing down his temples, because he felt great pressure when he thought about what might happen next…

"Hehe… of course, these questions and answers have nothing to do with scoring." Oscar said with a forced smile, "Everyone should try to relax a little when answering."

That being said… everyone understood that this seemingly unimportant segment was actually the most important.

This bridge had a great help for writers to increase their popularity. Those who were quick-witted and able to respond freely could add points to themselves in the third round through the question segment.

"Okay… enough small talk, let's…" Oscar paused maliciously, "... have a commercial break first!"

As soon as he finished speaking, he moved a few steps to the side, wiped the sweat on his face with a handkerchief in his pocket, and then changed his expression and looked at the camera again, saying: "Welcome back! You are watching *I Am a Writer*—Resurrection Night."

"Now, it's our favorite Card Question Time." Oscar said to the contestants in a brisk tone, "Today's first question is…" He brought the card in his hand to his eyes and read, "I would like to ask all the writer teachers, you usually come up with so many powerful names in your novels, what names will you give your children in the future? P.S. Boys."

After reading the card, Oscar said with a smile, "Haha… this netizen really asked a pretty interesting question." He walked to Soda, "Soda, tell us about it."

"Huh?" Soda was stunned, "This… this…" He was really dumbfounded, "My son is two years old this year, and his name has already been chosen."

"Oh, oh, can you reveal your son's name?" Oscar said with a smile.

"Uh…" Soda replied, "This matter… it's not good for me to say it on my own initiative. My wife doesn't want our family's situation to be made public."

"Well… indeed, for people with families, this question seems to involve privacy." Oscar said as he gave the director a look under the stage.

Fei Ran immediately gave an instruction through the headset.

Oscar understood and continued, "... How about this, those contestants who have sons can choose not to answer." As he said this, he had already arrived in front of seat number two, and said to Yamucha with a gloating smile, "Yamucha, you wouldn't say you've already become a father, would you?"

"How could that be…" Yamucha actually blushed. It seemed that this nineteen-year-old boy was quite shy. "But… it's not easy for you to suddenly ask me to think of a name. This kind of question about a son's name… can't be decided by me alone, right?"

"Just say one casually, just treat it as naming a character in a novel." Oscar continued, "It's just talking, no one stipulates that you must use this in the future."

"Oh… is that so…" Yamucha hesitated for a few seconds, "Then call him A Qiang."

"Hey! That's too perfunctory!" Oscar's complaining time had arrived, "Is this your own son!"

Laughter came from the audience, and the DJ also inserted a rather corny comedic sound effect at the right time.

"Let's ask Brother Da Di." Oscar then walked to seat number three.

As a result, before he got close, Uncle Da Di snatched, "My son is already in junior high school, don't cause him any trouble…"

Oscar's movements stiffened, and he made a face at the camera, causing another burst of laughter in the audience.

"Okay, then…" Oscar walked to seat number four, "... Rose, as the only female contestant in this round, I think everyone must be looking forward to your answer."

Rose didn't answer immediately. She silently lit another cigarette for herself, gently raised her head back, and moved the bangs from her forehead.

After a brief silence, she said, "Fūh—Edward Anthony Masen Cullen."

"Heh… hehe…" Oscar's mouth twitched as he continued, "Isn't this…"

"Yes, this is a vampire's name." Rose interrupted, "Do you have a problem with that?"

"No… absolutely not…" Oscar really didn't want to get into any dispute with this girl over the Twilight issue, otherwise the security guards would really have to come on stage.

"Let's hear General Fei's answer." Oscar came to seat number five as if running away, and said, "General Fei, the characters in your works all have very catchy names. I wonder… what kind of good name are you going to give your own child in the future?"

"Son… just give him the single name Fei." General Fei replied.

"Oh… Zhan Chi Gao Fei (spreads wings and flies high), Yi Fei Chong Tian (soar straight to the sky), that is indeed a good word." Oscar quickly praised a few words. He was also quite helpless… Among the first four contestants, two had chosen to pAss, and the other two were full of things to complain about. He really couldn't praise them even if he wanted to.

"Actually…" General Fei explained again, "If I think about it a little more, I should be able to think of a better name."

"Well, this question is indeed a bit difficult to answer." Oscar said, "However, this is the resurrection match, so we have to pick some difficult questions and do a sudden attack, haha…"

His smile had disappeared as he walked from seat number five to seat number six.

Just a few steps, a few seconds, made Oscar's spirit highly concentrated…

"Bujue, what's your answer…" Oscar asked nervously.

"Hmm…" Feng Bujue pondered, "As you walked all the way over here, I have already thought of several…"

"Oh?" Oscar's expression relaxed, "If possible, please say them all."

"Oh." Brother Jue responded, "I can just open my mouth and say them… like Shinichi, Takumi, Gohan, Ryoma, Gon…"

"This guy is completely insane…" Oscar thought to himself, "He's even going to create hatred in the card question segment! He's just taking names for his son from somewhere else! Even just casually saying Yong or Ping would be more sincere than this!"

"Boo—" The booing from the audience came again, like a tsunami. In the question and answer segment, this was something that had never happened before.

"Ah, sorry…" Suddenly, Feng Bujue interrupted his nonsense and apologized.

At that moment, everyone in the audience thought that he was going to say "I was just joking" and then say a serious name.

Unexpectedly…

"... sorry, my phone vibrated. It seems there's a text message. Let me take a look." As he spoke, Brother Jue actually took out his phone from the pocket behind his pants, touched the screen twice, and looked at the contents of the text message.

Three seconds later, he said "Tch…" and then showed a rather subtle smile, shook his head gently, and put his phone back.

Others would naturally not know that Feng Bujue had just received a text message from Li Ruoyu, which read: "Sounds awful!"

"Hehe… sorry." Brother Jue said calmly, "I forgot to turn it off, cut this out."

…………

Due to the serious dissatisfaction of the audience, Fei Ran suspended the recording of the program after Ye Zhihuo finished answering the question, and announced a fifteen-minute break for everyone.

During this break, Ye Zhihuo was invited aside by Fei Ran alone to discuss some topics about behind-the-scenes operations.

Director Fei was a smart man. He knew that if he continued to leave Ye Zhihuo in the contestant seats… he would definitely have a dispute with Feng Bujue. Anyway, Ye Zhihuo's popularity wasn't very good, so it was better to call him to his side.

And on the contestant seats… the remaining six contestants gathered around Brother Jue, chatting idly.

"Bujue, I think I know what you're doing." General Fei sat in his seat and said to Brother Jue next to him, "I thought you were a pretty arrogant person, but I didn't expect you to be arrogant to this point… Are you planning to use this method to mess up the situation and make Ye Zhihuo and you die together?"

"Heh…" Feng Bujue smiled without saying a word.

"Bujue is not that kind of person." Soda said to General Fei, "He must have some reason for doing this…"

"Fūh—" Rose spat out a mouthful of smoke and said to Brother Jue, "I'm quite envious of you…" She looked full of superiority, "Actually, I also think this show is quite boring, but my fans cried and shouted for me to come, so I had no choice." She took another puff, "Alas… what a pity… my fans are not like yours. Even if I did everything you just did, they wouldn't leave."

"This lady, if you really want to reduce the number of your fans, I can provide you with a very simple method." Feng Bujue turned his head, raised three fingers, "This method only requires three steps, which are… one, open your social network and log in to your homepage; two, remove your makeup; three, upload a photo." After he finished speaking, he put his hand down and shrugged, "I call this method… Fan Drop Triple Combo."

"Fūh… do you believe I'll write you into my next book and kill you…" Rose narrowed her eyes and said in a very unhappy tone.

Uncle Da Di laughed from the side: "Bujue, don't be too mean when talking to girls, you'll be disliked." He paused, "By the way, I see you're twenty-four or five this year? Do you have a girlfriend? I have a distant relative…"

"Yes!" Feng Bujue quickly stopped Uncle Da Di. Brother Jue's landlord, Aunt Liu, had already told him about similar topics many times, and he didn't want to listen to it.

"Brother Jue! Can you sign my autograph?" Yamucha didn't know where he had gotten paper and pen from, and handed it to Feng Bujue, "I'm your fan!"

"Sure." Feng Bujue took the paper and pen with a smile, "Just sign my name?"

"Well… it would be even better if you could write a few words to me." Yamucha replied.

"Oh…" Feng Bujue thought for a few seconds, looked up at Yamucha, "You're… not even twenty this year, right?"

"Yeah, I'm nineteen." Yamucha nodded.

"In the future… are you planning to write books full-time?" Brother Jue asked again.

"Yes." A serious expression appeared on Yamucha's childish face, "I will keep writing, working hard with all the seniors as my role models!"

Feng Bujue, however, looked calm. When he heard this, he began to write.

"In the future… you will encounter many difficulties, many temptations, and many choices…" Feng Bujue wrote as he spoke, "When you are confused, remember to look back and think about… the original intention that drove you forward." As he spoke, he had finished writing.

Yamucha took the paper that Brother Jue handed back. In addition to the signature, as expected… he had given him a lyric again: "When you have tasted the warmth and coldness of human relationships, when you decide to burn for your ideals, ask yourself, which is more important, the pressure of life or the dignity of life?"