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

Deng Chao rushed to within two meters of Chen Yang.

His steps suddenly stopped.

What he saw was Chen Yang's hand already gripping the top edge of Liu Xiang's name tag.

Hiss.

The voice was crisp and clear.

Liu Xiang's name tag was completely peeled off, and the sound of the Velcro snapping off echoed in the empty corridor for several seconds.

Deng Chao abruptly stopped in his tracks.

He saw Chen Yang put the designer brand into his pocket, his eyes behind the mask calm as if he were doing a routine job.

The loudspeaker came on.

"Liu Xiang, OUT."

Liu Xiang...OUT...OUT...OUT...

The echoes pressed down layer by layer, making the entire bird's nest vibrate.

Liu Xiang was stunned for two seconds.

Then he laughed, shook his head, and patted Chen Yang on the shoulder.

Just two words.

There are no unnecessary embellishments.

The athletes' most basic respect for absolute strength is contained in these two words.

Chen Yang nodded slightly, accepting this respect.

Then he turned around.

The gaze beneath the mask locked onto Deng Chao, who was three meters away.

Deng Chao's hair stood on end.

It blew all the way from his ankles to the back of his head, like someone had scraped his spine with sandpaper.

He did not hesitate.

Not even half a second.

The thought of "I'm the captain, I can't run" didn't even have time to pop into my head.

He turned and ran.

The sound of shoes scraping the ground was sharp and piercing. Deng Chao hunched over and disappeared into the darkness of the audience aisle, turning a few corners before vanishing from sight.

He ran fifty meters and made three turns before he dared to lean against a pillar and gasp for breath.

My back was completely soaked.

cold sweat.

"This is fucking terrifying!"

Deng Chao swallowed hard, his heart pounding in his chest.

"A head-on confrontation is a dead end."

"Unwise!"

He wiped the sweat from his face, lowered his body, and continued to feel his way towards the next floor.

We need to find someone.

One person can't handle it.

He now has only one thought in mind: to find Li Chen.

Only that big guy has a slight chance of confronting it head-on.

lounge.

To be precise, it was the room that Chen He named "Prison".

Shen Teng leaned back in his chair, crossed his legs, and stared at the fluorescent light tubes on the ceiling.

Chen He sat next to him, hugging his knees with both hands, curled up into a ball, and kept talking non-stop.

"What's the situation outside right now?"

"have no idea."

"Who is the person ringing the bell? They're so strong, they couldn't possibly be a member of the production crew, right?"

"have no idea."

"Shen Teng, can't you feel a little more urgency?"

Shen Teng looked at him with a serious expression.

"I've already been eliminated, what's there for me to be in a rush for? My only sense of urgency right now is that I'm a little hungry."

Before Chen He could say anything more, the door was pushed open from the outside.

Baby walked in.

wrong.

It's not about leaving.

She stormed in, stomping her feet in a huff.

Her high ponytail swung like a whip, her face was streaked with tears that hadn't dried, her eyes were red, and her lips were tightly pursed.

"Baby? You got torn too?" Chen He suddenly stood up.

Baby plopped down on the chair, crossing her arms over her chest.

"Do you know who the bell-ringer is?"

Shen Teng sat up straight.

Chen He leaned closer.

"Who?"

Baby took a deep breath, raising her Cantonese-accented Mandarin by eight octaves.

"Director Chen! It's Director Chen! Our chief director! He himself came down on set dressed in black and wearing a mask!"

Shen Teng and Chen He both froze.

"What did you say?"

"Director Chen!" Baby's voice trembled as she spoke, "He first told me to let me go, then turned and left, and I was thanking him! But then he came back! From behind me! He said, 'Hello, we meet again!' And then he tore me apart!"

Shen Teng's expression changed from shock to an indescribable complexity.

He opened his mouth, closed it, and then opened it again.

"He personally got involved?"

"Get involved personally!"

"Wearing black clothes and a mask?"

"right!"

"You want to say you'll let me go first, then come back and tear me apart?"

"right!!"

Shen Teng slowly leaned back in his chair and said something in a tone of enlightenment.

"This person truly has no heart."

Chen He slapped his thigh.

"He's shameless! He designed the game himself and then became the boss—isn't that bullying?! Did you guys notice how incredibly strong he was?! He grabbed me with one hand and spun me around like it was nothing!"

Baby nodded emphatically.

"Exactly! I couldn't even budge one of his arms with both hands!"

The three people sat in a row, looking at each other like three plucked quails.

Shen Teng suddenly shouted at the ceiling.

"Captain Deng! Brother Chen! Brother Qiang! You absolutely must avenge us!"

No one responded.

This room doesn't even have windows.

The Bird's Nest has three levels of passageways.

Zheng Kai was hunched over, feeling his way forward along the corridor.

With the soles of my sneakers treading on the concrete floor, I tried to make as little noise as possible with each step.

His breathing was shallow and his heart rate was high.

Ears perked up, ready to catch any suspicious sounds.

Quiet.

It's too quiet.

The broadcast has already announced the eliminations of Shen Teng, Chen He, Baby, and Liu Xiang.

All four people were wiped out.

Zheng Kai's back was covered in cold sweat.

In front.

At the end of the corridor.

A dark figure emerged from around the corner.

Not too fast, not too slow.

Ding-dong.

Zheng Kai's pupils contracted sharply.

Without hesitation, he turned and ran.

Zheng Kai's pride and joy, his speed, was fully unleashed at this moment.

Land on the balls of your feet, lean forward, and maximize your stride frequency.

He ran the fastest stretch of over 100 meters in his variety show career.

The wind whistled in my ears.

But the footsteps behind me—

Faster.

Ding-dong ding-dong ding-dong ding-dong.

The tinkling of the bell changed from a steady, uniform sound to a continuous, rapid metallic twang, like a broken string of beads slamming to the ground.

Zheng Kai gritted his teeth and accelerated desperately, his lungs feeling like they were on fire.

But that distance is getting shorter.

ten meters.

eight meters.

five meters.

There was a wall in front of us.

Dead end.

Zheng Kai slammed on the brakes, bracing himself on his knees with both hands, his chest heaving violently, and turned to face the figure approaching from the darkness.

"Wait, wait, wait!"

He stretched out one hand, palm facing forward, and spoke haltingly, panting heavily.

"Big brother...no...Brother Bell!"

Chen Yang stopped three meters away.

The eyes behind the mask looked at him calmly.

Zheng Kai's mind raced, his eyes darted around, and suddenly he arrived.

"Please, just this once!"

"Let's play rock-paper-scissors! Let's play rock-paper-scissors!"

Chen Yang didn't move.

"I won, so you'll let me run five seconds first!"

Zheng Kai held up five fingers and waved them in the air.

"Just five seconds! Five seconds isn't too much, is it? You're so good, five seconds is enough for you to catch up with me! Give me a chance!"

There was a two-second silence behind the mask.

Then, Chen Yang raised his fist.

Zheng Kai's eyes lit up.

"Come!"

Both fists were raised at the same time.

"Rock, paper, scissors!"

The stone that Chen Yang produced.

Zheng Kai produced the cloth.

"We won!!!"