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

On the temporary podium at the entrance of the Bird's Nest, the lights shone down, casting long shadows of the eight people.

Chen Yang stood at the front of the stage, holding a megaphone, his face showing a calm and composed air of "everything is under control".

"Everyone, the final results of the first episode of 'Keep Running China'..."

He deliberately delayed for two seconds.

Deng Chao's eyelid twitched.

Chen He clenched his fist.

"Green Team wins!"

Li Chen's mouth broke into a grin, revealing his canine teeth.

Chen He jumped up and hung on Zheng Kai's neck, howling.

"I told you so! A genius is a genius!"

Zheng Kai pushed him away.

"What's your name? You're in jail for the last round, what does that have to do with you?"

"Do you understand what emotional support is?" Chen He asked confidently.

Shen Teng stood behind him, arms crossed, a signature smile on his lips.

"There's no way around it, our team has Brother Chen. He single-handedly defeated the entire Red Team plus the director."

He glanced at Chen Yang.

"Of course, the main problem is that the directors aren't good enough."

Chen Yang glared at him.

Shen Teng immediately stopped smiling and lowered his head obediently.

On the red team's side, Deng Chao stood with his hands on his hips, verbally protesting.

"Let's try again next time! I was just unlucky today!"

Wang Baoqiang scratched his head, a simple look of regret on his face.

"I couldn't even keep my designer clothes for a few minutes, it's my fault."

Baby pouted, her eyes slightly red, but she didn't shed a tear.

Liu Xiang was the most composed, patting Deng Chao on the shoulder.

"Alright, bro, a loss is a loss. We can always do it next time."

Chen Yang looked at the four bitter faces on the red team's faces and cleared his throat.

"but......"

Eight pairs of eyes turned to look at them simultaneously.

Chen Yang took a red brocade box from the staff behind him and opened the lid.

Four equally exquisite medals lay inside, only the color had been changed from gold to silver-white, and the inlaid jade had been changed from Hetian white jade to green jade.

The three characters "Silver Inlaid Jade" are engraved on the back of the medal.

"The production team will not let anyone's efforts go to waste."

Chen Yang's voice wasn't loud, but every word hit the mark.

"Although the Red Team lost, everyone saw Deng's sense of responsibility, Xiang's fighting spirit, Qiang's tenacity, and Baby's never-give-up attitude."

He walked up to the red team and hung the four silver-inlaid jade medals around the necks of the four people in turn.

When Baby received the medal, she finally couldn't hold back her tears, and one of them fell down.

But the corners of his mouth were turned up.

"Thank you, Director Chen."

Chen Yang nodded to her without saying anything more.

Turning around, he took out four gold-inlaid jade medals from another brocade box.

The front has a large "R" logo engraved on it, and the back has each person's name engraved on it.

Li Chen lowered his head to let Chen Yang hang up the medal, his ears turning red again.

When Chen He received the medal, he held it above his head and grinned at the camera.

"See that? Gold inlaid with jade! Genius He's first medal!"

Zheng Kai rolled his eyes.

"You only ran across a pressure point mat, but spent the rest of your time in jail."

"That's still a championship!"

Shen Teng hung the medal around his neck, glanced down at it, and couldn't hide the smile on his lips.

But he only said one sentence.

"It's quite heavy."

The whole audience laughed.

The atmosphere at the awards ceremony was turning towards a warmer, more sentimental direction.

Chen Yang's expression changed.

That chilling smile that all MCs had become familiar with slowly crept onto his face.

"The awards ceremony is over."

Chen Yang raised his hand and snapped his fingers behind him.

An assistant pushed a coat rack out from the shadows.

Four sets of brightly colored, eye-catching bodysuits were hanging on the clothes rack.

Crimson, royal blue, emerald green, and bright purple.

Each piece is made of the kind of stretchy fabric that seems to almost print out the texture of your skin.

A huge "Run, China!" logo was printed on his chest.

The back is even more amazing; the funny portraits of the eight guests are printed in a cartoon style, with each expression more exaggerated than the last.

Deng Chao made a grinning, grimacing face.

Wang Baoqiang's signature move is scratching his head.

Liu Xiang's face was covered in mud, a famous scene.

Baby's wide-eyed expression when her name tag was ripped off.

Next to the clothes rack, there was an absurdly thick stack of brochures.

"Next, the penalty for the losing team."

Chen Yang took the bright red bodysuit off the clothes rack, unfolded it, and showed it to the light.

"The four members of the Red Team, put on these clothes and take the Beijing Subway Line 1."

He paused.

"From Fuxingmen to Guomao, there are six stops in total. One hundred brochures will be distributed at each stop."

Deng Chao's expression became more and more interesting with each passing second.

"Wait, what did you say?"

"We're handing out brochures and introducing our show to passersby," Chen Yang added with a smile, "while wearing this outfit."

Baby's mouth was open in an "O" shape.

"This...this is so ugly!"

Wang Baoqiang picked up a purple one and compared it to his own, his face filled with disbelief.

"If I wear this, what will my family think of me?"

Liu Xiang was unusually silent for a few seconds, then reached out and pinched the thickness of the fabric.

Then I put it down.

"Director Chen, let's talk this out."

Deng Chao took a step forward and stood in front of the clothes rack.

"No way! Absolutely not! I, Deng, have seen all sorts of things, but this..."

He pointed to the bodysuit.

"How can I ever face anyone after wearing this?"

Chen Yang stood with his hands in his pockets, looking innocent.

"Brother Chao, this is to let more people know about our new CCTV programs."

"You're supposed to introduce the show to the public, not my body, are you?!"

Shen Teng watched the spectacle from behind with a grin, his shoulders twitching.

Chen He laughed so hard he squatted on the ground.

"Hahaha, look at your expression, Brother Chao! Look at your face!"

Deng Chao turned around and glared at him.

"Stop gloating, it'll be your turn next time!"

Chen He's laughter stopped abruptly.

Seeing the four members of the Red Team looking utterly devastated, Chen Yang's satisfaction with the entertainment value of the show was off the charts.

But he pressed his hand down at the opportune moment.

"Don't panic, everyone."

Four pairs of expectant eyes are looking this way.

"It's past 1 a.m. now, the subway has been shut down for a long time."

Deng Chao's expression relaxed slightly.

"The punishment has been changed to be recorded again tomorrow during the day."

The red team breathed a sigh of relief.

But before he could finish exhaling, he was forced to hold his breath back.

Tomorrow during the day.

In broad daylight.

Beijing Subway.

Wear tight-fitting clothes.

Baby muttered something under her breath.

"Could I wear a jacket?"

Chen Yang's gaze lingered on her for a moment.

Her ponytail was askew, her fingers were gripping the hem of her clothes, and her eyes held a small, expectant look—a look that suggested she wanted to give it a try even though she knew it was hopeless.

He almost nodded.

But three other faces from the Red Team immediately flashed through my mind: Deng Chao, Wang Baoqiang, and Liu Xiang.

No!

There is a standard, and no one can be an exception.

"cannot."

Two words: crisp and clean.

Baby's eyelashes trembled.

Her little fists clenched tightly, her nails digging into her palms.

My mind is exploding with random thoughts...

Chen Yang, you big bad guy.

He was so gentle when he lied to me and said he'd let me go, but now he won't even give me a coat.

You cheapskate!

You big bastard!

I hate you so much!

...What's the use of being so good-looking?

The moment that last thought popped into her head, her ears burned, and she quickly suppressed it.

She pouted and stubbornly turned her face away.

He didn't say anything more.

Chen Yang caught her pouting out of the corner of his eye, and almost couldn't hold back his smile before quickly looking away.

The four members of the Green Team were thoroughly enjoying themselves watching from the sidelines.

Zheng Kai put his arm around Chen He's shoulder, his face full of sympathy.

"Brother Chao, don't be afraid, we'll meet you at the subway station tomorrow."

Deng rolled his eyes.

"To provide backup? You're just here to watch the show, aren't you?"

"Yes." Zheng Kai nodded with a smile, making no attempt to hide his feelings.

Chen Yang clapped his hands, drawing everyone's attention back.

He turned around to face all the camera positions.

"Attention all groups..."

The sound came from the loudspeaker, penetrating the night wind at the entrance of the Bird's Nest.

"The first episode of 'Keep Running China' has been successfully filmed!"

The clapperboard snapped shut.

In that instant, the entire venue seemed to be set ablaze.

More than seventy staff members erupted in a thunderous cheer.

Cameraman Lao Zhou put down the equipment he had been carrying all day, shook his aching arms vigorously, and his eyes reddened.

Sound engineer Feng Tao took off his monitoring headphones, patted the stagehand next to him on the shoulder, and couldn't say a word.

Zhang Lei stood at the back of the crowd, his knuckles white as he gripped the walkie-talkie.

He took a breath and tucked the walkie-talkie back into his waistband.

......

Two o'clock in the morning.

Deep in a hutong in Beijing, there is a late-night diner without a sign.

The owner is a man in his fifties from Beijing who only serves regular customers and doesn't advertise or put up any signs.

Chen Yang booked the entire store.

Two large round tables were pushed together, and more than a dozen chairs were crammed in.

The guests changed back into their own clothes, removed their microphones, and were completely different from when they were recording.

Deng Chao slumped in his chair, his legs stretched out long, holding a bottle of ice-cold beer in his hand.

Shen Teng was holding a bowl of hot soup noodles, slurping them up until he was covered in sweat.

There were six empty plates in front of Chen He, and he was still stuffing skewers into his mouth.

"Don't they provide enough food for us? I only ate two bites of my boxed lunch this afternoon!"

Zheng Kai moved aside with a look of disgust.

"Eat slowly, the skewers are poking my eyes."

Wang Baoqiang held a bowl of millet porridge and slurped it down.

"This is better for the stomach."