“Does it really matter if you answer like that?” Bao Daren asked.

Feng Bujue replied, “Of course not, my editor won’t mind. As for the TV station… well, television programs these days are very open, you can say almost anything. My answer will probably be regarded as a joke.” He paused. “But you can tell from the editing space left after that part of the footage that Oscar was also momentarily speechless.”

“I'm curious, what will other writers think of you after this episode?” Xiao Tan asked. At this moment, Assas had climbed onto Xiao Tan's lap, reaching out with its furry little paws to snatch food from Xiao Tan's plate, and Xiao Tan didn't seem to mind.

“Actually, we chatted both before and after the competition,” Feng Bujue said. “Although my worth, fame, and influence are far from those six, we all got along very well. Not the kind of superficial harmony, but genuinely good rapport.”

“Speaking of which, aren't competitors supposed to be enemies in your line of work?” Bao Daren interjected.

“That depends… Lao Bao, you're in the government, you know a lot of people, so you should understand. In any industry, there are always some jerks,” Feng Bujue said bluntly. “These people are no good, whether it's talent or hard work, and they're basically active in the lower and middle levels of the industry. They spend their days using unfair competitive tactics, acting one way in front of people and another behind their backs, and they like to act like seniors in front of newcomers, showing off their superiority.

They're always envious, jealous, and hateful towards colleagues who are doing better than them, with a serious imbalance in their mentality. Instead of trying to catch up with others through hard work, they play tricks or blame everyone but themselves.” He paused. “Such a group of people is like stubborn dirt in a pipe elbow; they don't have the ability to completely block the flow of water, but they spare no effort to pollute the water source. It's hard to get rid of them completely, and it's annoying to leave them alone. Because of the existence of such a group of jerks, many industries are a mess, and under their influence, many originally well-behaved practitioners also join in the corruption. Some violations have gradually become unspoken rules, and those who don't follow these rules can only suffer in silence.”

Men always talk endlessly when they talk about their careers, and Feng Bujue was no exception. “So… in many highly competitive or direct industries, competitors become enemies.” He changed the subject. “But the six people on the show are all top professionals in the industry, and at their level, that kind of conflict doesn't exist.

Since they can become top-notch, each of them must have something outstanding. It's just that jerks often only see the shortcomings of successful people, but they don't see the strengths and efforts of others.

Three of these six are worth over ten million, and besides, everyone is a cultured person. Even if there is a direct conflict of interest between them under certain circumstances, they will solve it in the way writers do. Attacking each other or even scolding each other in public would seem a bit out of line.”

“Hehe… but the fans of these people must be constantly fighting when watching this show, right?” Bao Daren asked again.

“That's like the emperor isn't worried, but the eunuchs are,” Feng Bujue said. “These great gods themselves may just be participating in the competition with a playful attitude, but the fans are serious. This program itself is for entertainment purposes, and there is no first in literature, so how can we distinguish between high and low?

In my opinion, no matter who wins this final, it won't be good, and they will definitely be blackened by the fans of others in various ways.” He spread his hands. “That's why I don't want to get involved in any resurrection matches. What if I get seventh place in the online voting? Wouldn't the fans of the guy in eighth place hate me to death?”

“Are you, a guy who is unscrupulous on the show and exhibits all kinds of industry cancer characteristics, afraid of being blackened?” Xiao Tan held up Assas, blocking his face with the cat's face, as if Assas had said this.

“Put down my cat,” Feng Bujue said. “It's shameful to be cute.”

While the three were chatting, the program in the recording had entered the final segment.

Oscar came to the front of the camera, and the scene once again returned to the horror movie-like darkness. The spotlight shone down from directly above, and in a beam of light, Oscar stood there with a solemn expression and said, "The moment everyone has been waiting for has finally arrived. The third and final round of the ultimate showdown is about to begin." He extended one arm, pointing at the camera, "Welcome to the final round of the showdown—*Hua Long Dian Jing* (The Finishing Touch)."

At this time, the rules of the third round were displayed on the TV screen.

“This round takes a long time, and the rules are more complicated,” Oscar said. “In this round, each contestant will randomly draw an unfinished novel.” He paused. “That is, what we commonly call a *taijian* (eunuch) novel.”

Oscar faced the camera and said, "The authors of these novels, for various reasons, failed to write an ending to the story and stopped abruptly in the middle of the plot. The task of our seven writers is to put a perfect ending to these unfinished stories."

At this time, the camera switched, and Oscar skillfully turned his face to the next camera position and said, "The novels in this round were jointly selected by the three chief editors and many staff members of our program team. They read countless unfinished works, and after a phased selection and discussion, they selected these seven novels. The amount of work is very large, let us give these behind-the-scenes heroes some applause."

The live director directed the audience to give a wave of enthusiastic applause.

Oscar continued, "Now, these seven novels have been printed out separately." As he spoke, several staff members had come to the contestants' seats and gave each contestant an envelope with a number on it.

“Our seven writers will each receive an envelope. And in each envelope, there is a stack of bound A4 paper, on which is an unfinished novel of about 100,000 words.” Oscar explained, “Of course, it is impossible for us to ask the contestants to read the entire novel within the specified time. Therefore, in the envelope, there is also a special piece of paper, which records the outline of the novel summarized by the editing team of *I am a Writer*. The outline contains the relationship between the existing characters and the general plot retelling, with about 3,000 words.”

Oscar waved his hand and pointed to the large screen on the scene, "The time for this round is ninety minutes!" He snapped his fingers, and a countdown of 90:00 appeared on the big screen. "When I shout 'start', the writers can open the envelopes. You have to write a final chapter for the novel you have drawn within ninety minutes. This final chapter will directly continue after the last chapter of the book."

The camera swept across the face of each contestant, and then returned to Oscar's close-up, "In this round, the audience friends on the scene can also see the outline of each book, so as to judge whether the content written by the writers corresponds to the previous text. However… the scoring standard for the audience in this round is only for the last chapter written by the contestants themselves. That is to say, the audience friends only need to make a horizontal comparison between the seven chapters of the seven writers.

On this basis, please choose… the one you think is the best, and then cast the vote in your hand.”

Oscar added, "I said before that the index of the final round will account for 40% of the total index. However, the audience's voting index only accounts for two-thirds of this 40%. The other one-third comes from our expert jury." He stretched out his hand and pointed to the front row of the audience and introduced, "The twenty-member expert jury composed of the three chief editors, fourteen editors, and three teachers we invited from the Writers Association of this program group, their votes will be converted into… one-third of the index for the contestants in the final round.”

Oscar said, "Our twenty expert teachers have all read the seven novels in the third round completely in advance, and most of them participated in the writing of the general outline. However, no one knew before the competition which contestant would draw which book." His tone deliberately created an increasingly tense atmosphere. "The scoring criteria of the teachers are more stringent. They will evaluate the ending written by the writers in all aspects from the degree of fit between the final chapter and the previous text, the consistency of the writing style, and the rationality of the plot."

"Okay, I believe everyone can't wait, so now… the third round, *Hua Long Dian Jing* (The Finishing Touch)… officially begins!" Oscar gave an order, and the time on the big screen jumped to 89:59, and then started counting down second by second, and the annoying ticking sound of the stopwatch came from the TV screen.

"The audience in front of the TV won't wait for ninety minutes, will they?" Xiao Tan asked at this time.

Feng Bujue replied, "Of course not, this section should be condensed to about ten minutes, mainly filled with interviews edited in post-production, and some interviews with the audience on the scene will also be shown. There will also be a lottery section of the current program, and of course there will be advertisements." He suddenly thought of something. "Oh, yes, there is no such background sound effect on the scene. The ticking sound was added later."

"Hiss… I said, this round, ninety minutes may not be enough, right? Even if you only look at the beginning and the ending of a 100,000-word novel, and skip all the middle content, and rely on the general outline to make up for it… it will take nearly half an hour to sort out your thoughts before you can officially start writing." Bao Daren said.

"That's a must," Feng Bujue replied. "Writing with the two input methods on the scene, and creating it temporarily, it's considered a professional level to complete more than two thousand words with guaranteed quality and quantity in an hour." He picked up the drink on the coffee table and took a sip. "And I think the ending is actually very difficult to write. Moreover, these *taijian* (eunuch) books have a lot of loopholes that haven't been filled. The audience on the scene doesn't know, but the expert jury will score according to the loophole filling situation. Also, it's best to imitate the original author's style when writing, so that people don't get a sense of separation at first glance."

"It sounds super difficult just listening to it…" Xiao Tan said.

Feng Bujue stretched lazily: "I think it's okay. When recording this section, the audience and most of the staff took a break. Only the cameramen of the four fixed cameras and the two mobile cameras on the stage had to follow the whole process. During this period, I took the time to chat with Oscar, who was touching up his makeup, and went to the toilet."

"Hey… wait, didn't you say that time was tight? You actually had time to leave your seat and chat with others?" Bao Daren asked in surprise.

"Hehe… you'll know when you see the result," Feng Bujue replied.

Because it was a preliminary edited version, even the ten-minute section in the middle was quickly skipped, and it was quickly broadcast to the section where the results were announced.

With Oscar's countdown, a series of close-up shots of the writers appeared in a ghost-like high speed, and the music became more and more urgent. Finally, when the time on the big screen ended, Oscar shouted hoarsely: "Time's up!"

He wiped his sweat and breathed a sigh of relief: "Phew… finally, the moment of unveiling has arrived. I want to ask a question first…" Oscar turned to the contestant seat, "Everyone… is there still enough time?"

"No~time~" The writers answered in unison.

This scene was like a primary school classroom in the 1980s, where the teacher asked on the podium: "What do you want to be when you grow up, students?"

The students replied in unison with a long voice: "Scien~tist~"

Feng Bujue didn't speak at this time, so Oscar stepped forward and asked: "I see that contestant Bujue didn't speak, it seems that you think there is still plenty of time, right?"

Feng Bujue replied, "Yes, I've read the whole book."

"In ninety minutes?" Oscar asked with wide eyes.

"Yes," Feng Bujue replied.

"Wow, is contestant Bujue's ability the legendary photographic memory?" Oscar continued, "Then let me ask, after you finished reading it, what do you think of this book?"

"It's well written," Feng Bujue replied blankly.

Oscar made a funny expression to the camera again: "Why do I feel like you can give this evaluation after only watching it for five minutes?"

A burst of laughter rang out at the scene in a timely manner.

"Okay, according to the usual practice, let's start announcing the works of contestant No. 1." Oscar brought the topic back to the right track and came to Xuan Tianzong's operating table, "Xuan Tian, you drew No. 1 today, do you feel a lot of pressure?"

"Um…" Xuan Tianzong thought for a while and replied, "Actually… it's okay, it's like going to the hospital for an injection when I was a child, the feeling that a long pain is worse than a short pain, I think it's better to be the first." He turned his head and smiled, "Whoever draws No. 1 next time can ask me to exchange."

As the program progressed to this point, the contestants' moods also relaxed, and they would make some jokes with each other. Because the creation session has ended, the following voting and interview sessions are more leisurely.

Oscar said, "Okay, then let's take a look at the ending written by Xuan Tian."

The chapter written by Xuan Tianzong was immediately displayed on the big screen. The number of words in this final chapter was about 1,700 words. If you read it faster, you can finish it in four or five minutes. It's really not easy for Oscar to host this show. He has to read the content of the chapter together with the audience and the expert jury, and he must read it faster than others, because he has to say some reliable comments immediately after reading it.

Of course, Oscar is not completely unprepared. The general outline of these seven books has been announced on the on-site sub-screen an hour ago. Oscar interviewed several audiences and expert juries at that time, so he has a basic concept of the plot of the seven novels, and he won't be at a loss when reading the ending.

Speaking of that interview, the opinions of ordinary audiences and experts are indeed different… The audience generally believes that the easiest ending to write is a online game novel drawn by Mo Bu Xiang, and the most difficult one is a martial arts story drawn by Vegetables and Fruits; but the experts believe that the martial arts story drawn by Vegetables and Fruits is actually the easiest to end, and the difficult one is the urban supernatural power novel drawn by Wo Yao Shangchang.

"Okay, the final chapter written by Xuan Tian has been presented to everyone." A few minutes later, Oscar said, "I think everyone is as shocked as I am by the content of less than 2,000 words." At this time, he actually took the initiative to come to Feng Bujue, "Bujue, what do you think of this final chapter?"

"Why are you asking me?" Feng Bujue asked with a confused expression.

"Just tell us, we also want to hear what you have to say." Soda, who was sitting closest to him, smiled, and the other writers also looked over here, looking at him with expectant eyes.

"Okay… how should I put it… The feeling when reading this chapter is like when I click on a new anime and start watching the first episode, but when I see the end of this episode, I have a feeling of 'Did I miss a whole season? Why do I feel like this is actually the last episode?'" Feng Bujue replied.

Oscar said, "Um… can you give an example?"

"Sure, like *My Little Monster*," Feng Bujue replied.

"Uh… okay," Oscar said, "I understand…"

Next, Ba Shan Ping, Vegetables and Fruits, and Mo Bu Xiang announced the final chapters they continued to write one by one. The level of each writer is very high. The final chapter they wrote not only restored the style of the original author to a certain extent, but also created a strong sense of "end". Even if you don't look at the general outline at all, just looking at this chapter will make you feel that this chapter is a memorable ending.

The book that the experts thought was the most difficult, which was the one drawn by Wo Yao Shangchang, its final chapter was indeed not performing well. The ending written by Brother Chang made many viewers feel confused, and the expert jury's comment was: "It's already very good to be able to write to this extent."

After the chapters of the first six writers were announced, the final chapters of Vegetables and Fruits and Soda had the best response. The former received the support of the vast majority of the audience, while the latter was favored by the expert jury.

"Okay, finally came to the end of the end." Oscar's physical and mental consumption was also not small in recording this episode. He came to Feng Bujue's operating table, "I have no doubt that in this round, contestant Bujue will bring us another surprise."

Feng Bujue laughed dryly twice: "Well… in a sense… that's true."

Oscar waved his hand excitedly: "Now, let's take a look… the final chapter written by contestant Bujue."

A few seconds later, nothing appeared on the big screen…

"Uh…" Oscar said softly into the headset, "Director, is there a device malfunction?"

"It's not a device malfunction, it's that I didn't write anything." Feng Bujue answered Oscar's question instead of Director Fei.

Oscar had a shocked expression on his face: "Contestant Bujue… didn't you just say…"

"Yes, there was plenty of time. I've read the whole book. Objectively speaking, I think this brother writes really well." Feng Bujue replied, "But I personally don't like this novel, I can even say I quite hate it, for no reason." He supported his chin with one hand and said to the microphone, "So-called different paths, not conspiring with each other. I don't want to continue a single word for this book."