Rebirth 09: Starting from taking charge of Running Man on CCTV

Chen Yang pointed to the back of the T-shirt.

"The rules are simple: chase each other freely within the area, tear off your opponent's name tag, and your opponent is eliminated. The last person with a name tag remaining wins."

Fat Tiger grinned.

"That's it? Like pulling tails when we were kids?"

"almost."

Chen Yang pushed the row of T-shirts forward.

"Put them on first and go through the process."

The seven people slowly put on their T-shirts.

Fat Tiger's T-shirt was stretched taut, and the fat on his belly bulged out in a semi-circle.

Xiao Zhou tucked his T-shirt into his pants, his movements as perfunctory as if he were just going through a physical fitness test.

"Let's begin, let's run."

Chen Yang stood on the sidelines, watching the seven people walk listlessly around the stadium.

Yes, it's walking, not running.

With one hand protecting his back, Da Liu symbolically stretched out the other hand, but didn't even touch Xiao Zhou's clothes.

Fat Tiger stood still and didn't move, while Old Ma circled around him once, but neither of them made a move.

Director Xiao Zhao took two steps after chasing, but Xiao Meng dodged past him, and he stopped abruptly, hands on his hips, panting.

"This thing is so boring..."

The whole scene was relaxed, perfunctory, and devoid of any confrontation, like a group of old men taking a stroll in a park.

Chen Yang stared for thirty seconds, and the expression on his face gradually turned cold.

"stop."

His voice wasn't loud, but the echo in the hall carried the word to everyone's ears.

The seven people stopped.

Chen Yang didn't curse or complain.

He took off his dark gray casual jacket.

He was wearing the same white T-shirt as them.

A name tag with "Chen Yang" was pasted on his back.

"Big Liu, Old Ma, Little Zhao."

He called out three names.

Da Liu is 1.85 meters tall and weighs 190 kilograms.

Old Ma is 1.8 meters tall and weighs 170 kilograms.

Xiao Zhao is 1.78 meters tall and weighs 160 kilograms.

The three men were the strongest in the room.

"All three of you, come at me together."

Chen Yang stood in the center of the field, his feet slightly apart, his center of gravity lowered.

"Tear off my name tag."

Da Liu was stunned for a moment.

"Director Chen, are you serious?"

"If I fail to tear the three of you off, I will not make any demands on today's rehearsal. Everyone can go back and rest."

Chen Yang's tone was flat and indifferent.

"If you tear it off, you'll do whatever I say from now on."

These words immediately drew the attention of all seven people.

Da Liu put the thermos on the ground and winked at Lao Ma and Xiao Zhao.

"Alright, Director Chen, then don't blame us for being impolite."

The three burly men spread out in a fan shape, surrounding Chen Yang in the middle.

Da Liu was the first to make a move.

The tall man, standing at 1.85 meters, lunged forward, his hands aimed straight for Chen Yang's back.

At the same time, Lao Ma flanked from the left, while Xiao Zhao attacked from the right.

It is surrounded on three sides, with almost no gaps.

Chen Yang's body moved.

His reaction speed was so fast that everyone present couldn't even focus their pupils.

He turned sideways, slid in, and slipped through the gap between Da Liu and Lao Ma like an eel.

Da Liu missed his target, and the momentum carried him forward two steps, almost causing him to collide with Lao Ma.

Chen Yang had already circled around to behind Lao Ma.

With a quick reach of his right hand, his five fingers precisely gripped the corner of the name tag on Old Ma's back.

"hiss!"

The tearing sound was particularly crisp in the quiet stadium.

Old Ma's name tag was ripped off cleanly, without even a wrinkle on his T-shirt.

"Old Ma, out."

Chen Yang casually tossed the designer brand aside and continued walking.

Xiao Zhao realized what was happening and turned to run away.

late.

Chen Yang took two steps behind him, placed his left hand on his shoulder and pressed down gently, while his right hand was already holding the name tag.

"hiss!"

the second one.

From Da Liu's missed attempt to Xiao Zhao's elimination, it took less than three seconds.

Da Liu stood there, his eyes wide open.

"Hold……"

He instinctively took a step back.

Chen Yang had already turned around and was facing him directly.

The two people were less than four meters apart.

Da Liu weighed 190 jin, which was at least 30 jin heavier than Chen Yang.

He gritted his teeth, let out a low growl, and charged forward, his body arched.

Instead of grabbing his back, this time it was a head-on grappling match, with the intention of using his weight advantage to pin Chen Yang against the wall.

Chen Yang did not dodge.

He went to meet him.

The moment Da Liu's hand touched his shoulder, he felt an irrational force coming from the other side.

Chen Yang grabbed Da Liu's wrist with one hand and pulled it outward. At the same time, he stepped to the side, pressed his left shoulder against Da Liu's chest, and used the momentum to turn around.

Chen Yang spun Liu's 190-pound body around half a circle with one hand, and Liu's back slammed against the wall with a "bang".

It didn't hurt, but I was completely immobilized by being nailed down.

Chen Yang's right hand had already reached his back.

"hiss!"

The third name tag.

The stadium was silent for a full five seconds.

Then, it exploded.

Holy crap!

Fat Tiger's thermos slipped from his hand and crashed to the ground with a thud.

Xiao Zhou's Nokia screen was still lit, but his eyes were no longer on the phone.

Xiao Meng covered her mouth, but the sound leaked out through her fingers.

"Is...is this something a human being would do?"

Da Liu leaned against the wall, panting heavily. He looked down at the empty back of his T-shirt and then at Chen Yang across from him, whose breathing was perfectly steady.

"Director Chen, what exactly is your constitution?"

Chen Yang stacked the three name tags together and slapped them onto Da Liu's chest.

"Never mind your physical condition, just tell me, is it fun or not?"

Da Liu was stunned for two seconds.

He savored the few seconds of confrontation he had just experienced—adrenaline surged, his heart pounded, and all the muscles in his body were straining. The thrill of that real, hand-to-hand combat was something he had never experienced in the five years he had been carrying a camera.

"It's fun."

Da Liu grinned and smiled.

"This is fucking fun."

"Still bored?"

Chen Yang glanced at the other six people.

No one answered.

Everyone's eyes lit up.

"Put on a T-shirt and start over."

Chen Yang clapped his hands twice.

"This time, I want to see real running, real chasing, and real tearing!"

"Whoever keeps taking walks, I'll have to do extra practice until 10 p.m.

None of the seven people dawdled.

Within thirty seconds, everyone was in position.

……

For the next two days, the gymnasium became Chen Yang's private training ground.

During the day, the seven simulated guests repeatedly rehearsed the process designed by Chen Yang.

The game includes an opening assembly, group battles, clue searching, physical challenges, and the ultimate name tag ripping game.

Chen Yang drew the movement routes, camera positions, and rhythm control for each step directly on the floor of the stadium with chalk.

The cameraman followed the simulated guest around the venue, repeatedly adjusting the angle after setting up the fixed position.

Sun Bin has visited twice.

I didn't say anything after watching it the first time, and then I sat there for half an hour.

After watching it a second time, I pulled Chen Yang into a corner.

"Your dispatching skills are something that Anhui and Anhui stations can't develop in three years."

He stared into Chen Yang's eyes, his voice low.

"Tell me the truth, where did you work before?"

"Director Sun, are you jealous because I'm performing so well?"

Chen Yang changed the subject with a grin.

Sun Bin glared at him but didn't ask any further questions.

But he knew in his heart that this 24-year-old had much more to offer than his resume suggested.

It's not just about planning ability, nor just about that insane physical fitness.

It is leadership ability.

Standing in front of the monitor, Chen Yang issued every instruction with precision down to the second, and every scheduling decision seemed to have been rehearsed a hundred times in advance.

In just two days, he transformed a hastily assembled team into a highly efficient machine.

Even Sun Bin, who worked at CCTV for twenty years, wouldn't dare say he possessed such skill.

……

May 21st, Thursday, 6:00 AM.

As dawn broke over Beijing, all the lights in the stadium were already on.

All twenty-three fixed camera positions have been set up and are ready to go.

Seven cameramen, each carrying a Sony PDW-700, stood at their respective starting points.

Seven mock guests, wearing T-shirts with name tags attached, lined up at the entrance of the venue.

Da Liu stretched his shoulders, his expression completely different from two days ago.

Fat Tiger tightened his shoelaces and, for the first time ever, didn't complain about his knees hurting.

Xiao Zhou turned off his phone and stuffed it into the cabinet.

Chen Yang sat in front of the makeshift director's monitoring station set up on the sidelines, with six monitors lined up side by side and the walkie-talkie channel tuned to the public communication band.

He put on the headset and glanced at all the screens.

All fixed camera feeds are normal, and timecode synchronization is complete.

The camera is in position, and the wireless microphone signal is stable.

He pressed the call button on the walkie-talkie.

"Attention all camera positions."

"Sample footage of 'Run, China'"

"Recording officially begins."

The red light is on.