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

Chen Yang stood in front of her.

Before he could even switch off his cool expression, Baby stared at him in disbelief, and his lips twitched almost imperceptibly.

Baby loosened her grip on the mask and took a step back.

"It's you?! You're the one ringing the bell?!"

Chen Yang didn't say anything, but bent down and picked up the mask from the ground.

Baby's mind raced, instantly switching modes.

She blinked twice, her lips pursed slightly, and her voice immediately softened by three octaves, the ending of her Cantonese-accented Mandarin drawn out sweetly and for a long time.

"Director Chen...you're not really going to tear me apart, are you?"

Chen Yang looked at her but didn't answer.

"I'm the only girl on your show."

Baby took a half step back, put her hands behind her back to protect the name tag, and tilted her head to look at him.

"How can you be so heartless?"

The camera lens followed the two people back and forth.

Chen Yang was silent for two seconds.

Then he put the mask back on his face, and his voice returned to the bell-ringer's indifference.

"Consider yourself lucky. Next time we meet, I won't hold back."

After saying that, he turned around and strode into the depths of the corridor.

Ding-dong, ding-dong.

The sound of the bells gradually faded into the distance.

Baby leaned against the wall and let out a long breath.

She turned to the cameraman, patted her chest, and smiled with relief at surviving the ordeal.

"Thank goodness... I'm cute enough!"

"hello."

Behind.

The sound was abnormally close.

Baby suddenly turned around.

Chen Yang returned at some point.

He was standing less than half a meter behind her.

The eyes visible beneath the mask held a mischievous smile she would never forget.

"We've met again."

Baby's pupils contracted sharply.

"You, ***#￥%#%#￥%@￥@***!"

He hadn't finished speaking.

An arm reached out from the side, precisely around her shoulder, and its five fingers gripped the top edge of the name tag on her back.

Baby struggled desperately, trying to pry the arm off with both hands.

But the difference in strength is too great.

Hiss.

The name tag was torn off.

The whole process took less than three seconds.

Chen Yang held up the nameplate that read "Angelababy" and took a step back.

Baby stood there, stunned.

one second.

two seconds.

three seconds.

Her eyes reddened.

"You're lying!"

His voice trembled.

"You said you'd let me go! You just said it yourself!"

Tears welled up in my eyes and then fell with a plop.

Chen Yang froze, his hand holding the nameplate still in his hand.

The eyes behind the mask instantly panicked.

He ripped the mask off and stuffed it into his pocket, his voice completely devoid of the coldness of the bell-ringer from before.

"Hey, hey, don't cry, don't cry."

Baby turned her head away, refusing to look at him.

Tears streamed down her cheeks.

"You've gone too far."

The nasal tone in Hong Kong-accented Mandarin is so heavy it sounds like it's stuffed with cotton.

"You promised to let me go...you broke your promise..."

Chen Yang rubbed his hands together, his expression instantly switching from that of a domineering devil to that of a primary school student whose parents had been called in by their homeroom teacher.

"Um... this is required for the game..."

"I don't care!"

Baby finally turned to look at him, her eyes red, tears clinging to her dimples, her lips pouting, her expression a mix of grievance and accusation.

"You have to make it up to me!"

Looking at that tear-streaked face, all of Chen Yang's variety show thinking, program logic, and "big boss" persona completely crashed at that moment.

"Alright, alright, tell me, how do you want to compensate me?"

"Extra chicken drumsticks tonight."

"no problem."

"Add more tomorrow too."

"……OK."

"I will not participate in the final punishment segment."

"this……"

Baby sniffed again, tears welling up in her eyes.

"That won't do! This is a matter of principle!"

Baby wiped her eyes, calming down a bit, but still didn't give them a friendly look.

"snort."

The cameraman was recording the whole thing from the side, and the camera was shaking slightly as he tried to suppress his laughter.

Chen Yang glanced at the camera, then at Baby, and let out a long sigh.

The broadcast started.

"Angelababy, OUT."

When Baby heard the announcement that she had been eliminated, she glared at Chen Yang again.

Chen Yang raised his hands in surrender.

"I mean what I say about the chicken leg."

Baby snorted and walked towards the elimination zone with her arms crossed.

Her ponytail swayed back and forth, and after taking three steps, she turned back to deliver another blow.

"Director Chen, you are really annoying."

After saying that, he turned and left.

Chen Yang stood there, watching the ponytail disappear around the corner of the corridor. His lips twitched, but he forcefully suppressed the smile.

He put the mask back on.

The moment the mask fell off, the expression on his face switched from helplessness back to that of the cold-blooded bell-ringer.

Clean and efficient. Like turning the page of a script.

Ding-dong.

Ding-dong.

The sound of bells echoed again in the corridor.

Central control room.

Zhang Lei stared at the monitor screen, his expression complex.

He slowly turned his head to look at Su Xiao.

"Was he... completely captivated by just two tears from the baby?"

Su Xiao flipped through the script without looking up.

"You're only realizing this now?"

Ma Li stood to the side, arms crossed, and muttered something under her breath.

"I think this edited version would be more entertaining than him tearing apart ten people."

Zhang Lei didn't respond.

He turned his attention back to the monitor.

In the scene, the man in black is moving along the second-floor corridor toward the wall of honor.

The bell rang steadily and calmly.

Three people were torn apart, leaving five.

Deng Chao and Liu Xiang were the first to hear the baby cry.

The two rushed over from the east side of the second-floor audience seating area.

But by the time they arrived, the baby was already gone, and only the echoing sound of bells remained in the corridor.

Ding-dong, ding-dong.

Deng Chao stopped and narrowed his eyes.

"It's just ahead."

Liu Xiang flexed his wrists and lowered his center of gravity.

"Attack together?"

"Together."

The two people, one on the left and one on the right, approached the direction of the bell sound, hugging the walls on both sides of the corridor.

Turn the corner past the wall of honor.

The man in black was standing in the middle of the corridor.

The bell-ringer did not run away.

He even crossed his arms over his chest, as if he was waiting for them.

Deng Chao and Liu Xiang exchanged a glance.

The two launched their attacks simultaneously.

Deng attacked from the right, while Liu Xiang flanked from the left – a classic pincer movement.

Chen Yang made a move.

Instead of retreating, he went to meet Deng Chao.

Deng Chao reached out to touch the name tag on his back, but as soon as his fingers touched the fabric of the clothes, his entire arm was held in place by a tremendous force.

Chen Yang grabbed Deng Chao's wrist with one hand and swung him around half a circle, causing his back to slam into the wall next to him.

The entire sequence of movements was fluid and took less than a second.

"Tearing off name tags isn't about reaching out to grab them."

Chen Yang's voice came from behind the mask, deep and calm, like he was giving a lecture.

"First, control the other person's center of gravity, then look for brand names."

Deng Chao was pinned against the wall. He struggled twice but couldn't break free, and his eyes widened in disbelief.

That voice sounds so familiar!

That's some strength.

Not right.

How the hell is that so powerful!

Taking advantage of the moment when Chen Yang restrained Deng Chao, Liu Xiang pounced on him from behind.

His reaction speed was extremely fast; his fingers had already touched the bottom edge of Chen Yang's name tag on the back.

Chen Yang did not turn around.

He released Deng Chao, his whole body sinking half a body length, and slipped out from under Liu Xiang's arm like an eel.

Liu Xiang missed his target and stumbled forward two steps.

Chen Yang turned to face him and gently placed one hand on Liu Xiang's shoulder.

The force wasn't great, but Liu Xiang felt as if his entire upper body was pinned down by that hand.

The five fingers on his shoulder were like five steel nails, embedded in the gaps between his muscles and bones, unable to move.

"Don't use brute force to lean back when defending."

Chen Yang's other hand reached around from the side, his five fingers precisely gripping the edge of Liu Xiang's name tag.

"Your physical abilities are better than anyone else's, but your center of gravity is too high. Lower it during contact."

Liu Xiang instantly felt the force coming from that hand.

It wasn't torn off all at once.

It's done slowly, little by little, like unwrapping a gift.

This kind of rhythm is more suffocating than simply tearing it apart.

Deng Chao sprang up from the wall and lunged at Chen Yang's back.

This time, instead of trying to reach for designer brands, he simply bumped into them with his body.

Chen Yang stepped aside, giving way by half a step.

Deng Chao's impact missed its mark, and he slid past Chen Yang's side.

In the instant he passed by, Chen Yang gently patted the name tag on the back of his hand with his free hand.

It wasn't torn.

I just took a picture.

Deng Chao's hair stood on end.

The meaning behind that shot was very clear.

I can tear you apart anytime, but I don't want to right now.

Central control room.

Zhang Lei brought his face close to the monitor, his mouth half-open, unable to utter a single word.

Su Xiao had long since stopped reading her script and was staring at the screen with her hands supporting her chin.

Ma Li slowly sat up straight.

"He was teaching them."

Zhang Lei came to his senses, his voice a little hoarse.

"...Yes. He's teaching them how to tear off name tags."

Su Xiao added a sentence.

"It also tells everyone what level of competition this show should be."

The three of them were silent for a few seconds.

On the screen, Chen Yang once again gripped the edge of Liu Xiang's name tag.

This time his fingers tightened.

The brand-name Velcro made a clear click.

Hiss.

Half-torn.

Liu Xiang's eyes widened suddenly.

Deng Chao rushed over from three meters away, shouting hoarsely.

"I am coming!"