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

Chen Yang held up the starting pistol and glanced at the two men again.

Deng Chao stood at the starting line of the track corresponding to Gate A, twisted his neck to the left and right, his joints cracking, and then slowly moved his ankles a couple of times.

He looked like a veteran going into battle.

Chen He stood by Gate B, his expression filled with a sense of resignation to his fate.

He looked down at his fair and tender feet.

Then I looked up at the densely packed acupressure mat track in front of me.

The dark green plastic spikes reflected the sunlight, stretching fifty meters long and seemingly endless.

Chen He's Adam's apple bobbed as he swallowed hard.

"Brother Chao, let's make this clear beforehand."

Chen He took a deep breath.

"Don't yell and scream because your foot hurts later, it'll be embarrassing."

Deng Chao glanced at him sideways.

A smug smile played on his lips, as if to say, "You little brat, you're trying to teach me how to do things."

You mean me?

"How much were you laughing when you watched Zheng Kai run in the first round? You almost slapped the grass to pieces while squatting on the ground."

"That's different."

Chen He was stubborn.

"I was cheering on my teammates, and I was smiling because I was happy."

Deng Chao sneered.

"Okay, whatever makes you happy."

He glanced down at Chen He's feet, then at the track.

"It's your turn. You're shouting even louder than him. Just you wait and see."

Chen He rolled his eyes and didn't reply.

If we keep talking, morale will collapse first.

Next to the track, the three members of the green team lined up in a row.

Shen Teng leaned against Li Chen's arm, his hands in his pockets, looking as if it had nothing to do with him.

"Brother Chen, do you think Hehe can win this round?"

Li Chen thought about it.

"It's hard to say. Deng Chao's explosive power is not bad either."

Shen Teng nodded, then changed the subject.

"It's not about whether we win or lose."

He glanced at Chen He, and a barely perceptible smile appeared on his lips.

"They're asking if Hehe will be the loudest."

He paused for a second.

I believe it will.

"And it's highly likely to be the loudest one out of everyone today."

Chen He, standing behind the starting line, turned around and glared at him angrily.

"Brother Teng! Can't you say something auspicious?! I haven't even run away yet and you're already cursing me, are you?!"

Shen Teng remained expressionless.

"I'm telling the truth."

On the opposing red team's side, Baby clenched her fists and held them in front of her chest, her eyes sparkling.

"Keep it up, Brother Chao!"

Deng Chao raised his chin at her, looking calm and collected.

"Don't worry, the captain is sure to win this round."

Wang Baoqiang grinned from the side.

"Brother Chao, hurry up! Don't choose the wrong door. Brother Xiang and I both made a mistake there."

Liu Xiang suppressed a laugh and said something from the side.

"With all three players choosing the Muddy Pool, statistically speaking, we should switch this round."

Deng Chao nodded and looked at Gate A very seriously.

"Yes! Theoretically, door A should be a good route this time!"

Chen Yang checked the time and found it was almost time.

"preparation......"

The two of them lowered their bodies at the same time.

"Bang!"

At the sound of the gunshot, the two men were ejected simultaneously.

The first step is to step onto the acupressure mat.

"Ouch, ouch, ouch!"

Deng's shout startled three pigeons in the entire Olympic Park into flight.

Chen He, standing nearby, did so almost simultaneously.

"Aaaaaaah!"

Neither of them stopped.

But the running style is completely different from the previous rounds.

Zheng Kai and Liu Xiang are speedsters; they dart around like lightning, their feet like springs, oblivious to any pain.

Li Chen simply endured it, gritting his teeth without uttering a sound, until his teeth turned white.

Deng Chao and Chen He have a different painting style.

One word...

Jump.

The two of them seemed to have stepped on a scorching hot iron plate, yelling and jumping as they rushed forward.

His arms were swinging wildly, and his running posture was comparable to that of an old lady who had picked up a hot potato on the street.

With each step Deng took, he bounced upwards.

"Hiss! Ouch! Hiss! Ouch!"

It is rhythmic and very stable.

Chen He was even more outrageous. He took one step and veered to the right, then took one step and veered to the left, running in a serpentine pattern, and splitting into a crab swimming on a hot pan.

"Oh my god! What is this thing?!"

"This is not a path for humans to walk on!"

He ran and made accusations, his voice louder than a starting gun.

The area around the track was in complete chaos.

For the first time, Shen Teng lost his "calm persona" and burst out laughing.

This is very rare.

He leaned on Li Chen's shoulder, laughing so hard his body was shaking.

"Brother Chen, look, Hehe has come up with a new running style."

Li Chen glanced over there, unable to suppress the urge to smile, and secretly took half a step to the side, pretending to cough.

Zheng Kai burst out laughing, squatting down and patting the lawn with both hands.

"Hehe! Are you jogging or doing square dancing?"

Chen He didn't have time to pay attention to him.

He is now focusing all his energy on battling the acupressure mat on the soles of his feet.

On the Red Team's side.

The baby covered her mouth, her little shoulders trembling.

Wang Baoqiang was so happy that he squatted down, slapped his leg, and shouted.

"Brother Chao! Brother Chao, what was that jumping posture of yours?!"

Deng Chao ran halfway when he suddenly turned around and shouted something.

"Stop talking nonsense! Go for it!"

Turn back and keep jumping.

The laughter from the onlookers outside the cordon had already surpassed that of the first round.

Several middle-aged women huddled together, laughing so hard they couldn't stand up straight.

A young mother pushing a stroller points her child toward the race track.

"Look, baby, the uncles are dancing."

The child clapped his little hands, speaking in a childish voice.

"Uncle! Keep it up!"

Chen Yang stood in the monitoring tent, his eyes scanning the six monitors.

The panoramic view of Unit 1 captures the entire scene of the two people hopping and skipping forward.

The sixth aircraft filmed the soles of the feet close to the ground, with close-up shots of each step clearly visible.

He said something into the walkie-talkie.

"Fifth camera, along with the onlookers, get me a picture of those middle-aged women laughing so hard they're rolling on the floor."

"receive."

"Unit number two, switch to the one pushing the stroller."

"receive."

The genuine reactions of the masses are always the best source of material.

On the track, the two of them hopped and skipped all the way to the AB gate.

Deng Chao fell half a step ahead.

He stood in front of door A, panting, and glanced back.

Chen Heka was at Gate B, his hands covering his knees, looking down as he caught his breath.

The two people looked at each other.

Deng Chao grinned.

"Hehe, I'll wait for you for a second."

Chen He straightened up and stared at him with wide eyes.

Why are you waiting for me?

"Let's slam the door together, it'll feel a bit ceremonial."

Chen He: "...You play basketball the same way, always waiting for others."

"Enough with the small talk."

Deng raised his hand and made a "one, two, three" gesture.

Chen He followed.

They both took a deep breath at the same time.

"May my door not be a quagmire."

Chen He closed his eyes and muttered something under his breath.

"May Amitabha Buddha protect us, there is a good road behind the door, a good road, a good road..."

Deng Chao also closed his eyes briefly and muttered something under his breath.

"Theoretically, this round at door A is a sure thing. Theoretically, this round at door A is a sure thing..."

"one two three!"

The two people collided at the same time.

"Bang! Bang!"

The paper door shattered at the same time.

then.

"Hahahahahahaha!"

Chen He's laughter was genuine, carrying a sense of exhilaration from surviving a calamity.

He burst through Gate B, and behind the gate lay a clean, flat road.

He turned around, spread his arms, and laughed loudly.

"My luck has turned! God has finally opened his eyes!"

But Deng Chao's side.

It's quiet now.

It was unusually quiet.

one second.

two seconds.

then.

"thump!"

The brownish-yellow mud churned and splashed more than half a meter high.

Deng Chao's voice came from the mud, muffled.

"Holy crap!"

on site.

thorough.

Blasted.

"Hahahahahahahahaha!!!!"