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

The shuttlecock flew over his head and landed lightly two meters away.

The entire room fell silent for half a second.

Then laughter erupted like a flood bursting its banks.

Yang Mi squatted down on the ground, laughing uncontrollably.

Liu Shishi covered her mouth, her shoulders shaking like a leaf.

Tang Yan turned around and leaned against Yuan Hong's back, laughing uncontrollably.

Even Wallace Huo couldn't hold back; the curve of his lips visibly widened.

Chen He lay on the ground, not moving for a long time.

Zheng Kai ran over and grabbed him.

Are you alright?

Chen He looked up; a layer of skin had been scraped off his knee, his palms were red, and his face was covered in ash.

He looked at Zheng Kai with a pitiful expression.

"Do you think I'm alright?"

"Can you still kick?"

"……able."

Chen He got up from the ground, dusted himself off, and limped back to his position.

The counter reset to zero again.

Deng Chao glanced at the timer on the sidelines and silently did some mental calculations.

Almost four minutes had already passed in the second round.

perfect.

The third attempt.

This time, both of them toned down their fancy moves.

Zheng Kai kicked the ball straight down, and Chen He caught it.

Baby was watching from the sidelines, ready to fill in at any time.

One, two, three...

Yang Mi was about to speak again to interfere, but Brother Hu gently patted her arm and shook her head.

Yang Mi raised an eyebrow, but didn't shout again.

Ten, eleven, twelve...

Sweat was already beading on Zheng Kai's forehead.

Chen He gritted his teeth, kicking each time with extreme caution.

Thirteen.

fourteen.

The moment Zheng Kai kicked the shuttlecock, his palms were sweaty.

Chen He aimed carefully, caught the ball steadily with his right foot, and flicked it upwards...

"Fifteen! It's passed!"

As soon as the referee finished speaking, Chen He collapsed to the ground.

Zheng Kai rested his hands on his knees, looking down and panting.

Baby jogged over and whispered, "We made it through," her voice filled with relief at surviving a close call.

The timer on the sidelines coldly ticked away the numbers.

Second round time: 5 minutes and 3 seconds.

Adding the two minutes and forty-seven seconds Deng copied in the first round,

The first two rounds combined: seven minutes and fifty seconds.

Li Chen's expression changed.

"At this time..."

Shen Teng smiled and shook his head.

"I have a bad feeling."

Chen Yang stood in the director's area and raised the megaphone.

"Running Man cast, round three, all members on stage."

A giant plastic basin was pushed to the center of the venue by the stagehands.

The bowl was filled with a thick layer of flour.

Next to the basin was a small white porcelain bowl.

Seven pairs of swimming goggles were handed over by the staff.

Chen He took the swimming goggles, looked at the flour bowl, then at the goggles again, his expression as if he had been sentenced to death.

"Will this thing block out flour?"

"It covers the eyes, not the face," the staff member replied expressionlessly.

"...Thank you, I understand."

Seven people stood in front of the basin.

Shen Teng put his swimming goggles on his face, and the lenses were immediately covered with a layer of flour dust.

He looked at the white mountain of flour in front of him through his blurry glasses, then turned to Baby and said something.

"You go first."

Baby glanced at him.

"Brother Teng, you're not trying to save your energy again, are you?"

"I call this tactical energy conservation," Shen Teng said with a smile. "You find three first, and I'll observe the distribution pattern of the sugar."

"How do you observe inside the flour...?"

"start!"

The whistle blew.

Baby didn't say anything more, lowered her head, and buried her entire face in the flour bowl.

Shen Teng hesitated for a second, then followed suit and buried himself.

Without saying a word, Li Chen buried his entire head in the flour, like an ox plowing a field, sweeping from left to right.

Wang Baoqiang is even more formidable.

He shoved his entire face into the deepest part of the flour pile, then shook his head from side to side, his mouth wide open in the flour, like a groundhog frantically rooting for food in the soil.

Flour was splattered everywhere by his shoveling, and Li Chen next to him was covered in white powder.

Deng Chao stood on the other side of the basin, bent down and brought his face close.

The moment he opened his mouth, he deliberately exhaled sharply.

"puff......"

The flour exploded.

White powder shot up from the basin like a small bomb, precisely covering the faces of Li Chen and Chen He, who had just looked up to catch his breath.

"Who?!" Chen He's face was covered in flour, and his eyes behind his swimming goggles were wide open.

Deng Chao had already buried his face again, and said in a muffled voice, "Looking for candy! Don't talk! You're wasting time!"

Zheng Kai took a hard object into his mouth and suddenly raised his head.

He spat it into his palm and looked at it.

"Peanuts?!"

He looked toward the director's area in disbelief.

"Why are there still peanuts in the bowl?!"

Chen Yang smiled and shook his head from a distance, without saying a word.

Zheng Kai threw away the peanuts, gritted his teeth, and plunged the knife in again.

Baby held her breath and carefully searched through the flour.

When she looked up to breathe, her entire face had turned white.

Flour was stuck to his eyelashes, his eyebrows were gone, and his lips were surrounded by white.

The delicate facial features and contours are still there, but the color no longer belongs to humans.

When Shen Teng looked up, things were even worse.

The red ink from the first round of Deng's copying still remained on his face. After the flour was applied, the red and white areas were mixed together, with a red patch on the left cheek and a white patch on the right cheek. The red dot on his forehead was smeared pink by the flour.

It looks like an unfinished Peking Opera mask.

The situation outside the venue has completely spiraled out of control.

Yang Mi laughed so hard she sat down on the ground, slapping her thighs, tears streaming down her face.

"Shen Teng's face! Look at Shen Teng's face!"

Yuan Hong, leaning on the railing, was laughing so hard his whole body was shaking.

Liu Shishi leaned on Tang Yan's shoulder, and the two of them laughed until they were breathless.

Hu Ge covered his mouth, his shoulders shaking uncontrollably, his gentle and refined image shattered.

Huo Jianhua turned his back, but the tips of his ears turned red.

Huang Zhiwei stood at the very back, his lips twitched twice, and he turned his head away.

The battle in the basin continues.

Wang Baoqiang was the first to collect three candies. When he looked up, the powder on his face was so thick it looked like it had been painted white.

He spat the sugar into the bowl and grinned at the camera.

Her teeth were white, her face was white, only her lips were red.

He looked like a piece of porcelain that had just come out of the kiln.

Li Chen was the second to finish, and when he looked up, flour was falling from his short hair.

Zheng Kai and Chen He completed the work one after the other.

When Baby collected the third candy, she gently spat it into the bowl and then stood up straight.

With her face covered in white powder, she winked at the camera.

The swimming goggles made her eyes look exceptionally large.

Yang Mi screamed from outside the venue.

"Oh my god, baby, you look beautiful even with your face covered in flour! Is that even possible?!"

Baby smiled, and flour flakes fell from her cheeks.

Shen Teng was the second to last, and Deng Chao was the last.

When Deng Chao lifted his head from the basin, a very subtle smile was hidden beneath his face covered in flour.

He slowly spat the third candy into the bowl.

"Running Man team, all completed!"

The referee glanced at the stopwatch and called out the number aloud.

Chen Yang took the data and raised the loudspeaker.

"The total time taken by the Running Man team for the three rounds..."

He paused for a moment.

"Ten minutes and fourteen seconds."

All seven members of the Running Man cast collapsed to the ground.

Seven pale faces lay face up, chests heaving violently, like seven defective products just off the flour mill production line.

Shen Teng lay on the ground and smiled at the sky.

The red and white color on his face was particularly dazzling in the sunlight.

"With my current appearance, I could probably go straight to the Peking Opera theater."

"This doesn't look like Peking Opera," Chen He, lying beside him, muttered weakly. "This looks more like... a newly renovated Nezha statue from a temple."

Shen Teng turned and glanced at him.

"You're not much better off; your face looks like a freshly cooked dumpling."

Chen He reached up and touched his face; his fingertips were covered in white powder.

He sighed.

"If my mom saw this, she'd probably cross me off the family tree."

Deng Chao propped himself up on his arms and sat up, flour dripping from his body. He chuckled twice and clapped his hands.

He was calculating in his mind.

Ten minutes and fourteen seconds.

enough.

With this result, as long as the Legend of Sword and Fairy team performs normally, there is almost no doubt that they will beat the Running Man team.

He completed his undercover mission successfully in the first stage.

The laughter from the sidelines hadn't stopped yet.

Chen Yang put away the loudspeaker and turned around.

His gaze passed through the seven disheveled Running Man members and landed on the Immortal Sword team, who were still laughing heartily a dozen meters away.

Yang Mi laughed so hard she wiped away tears three times.

Yuan Hong was still slapping his thigh.

Liu Shishi finally managed to stand up straight, but Tang Yan's few words made her bend over again.

Brother Hu smiled gently, standing in the middle of the crowd, looking calm and composed.

Huo Jianhua finally turned around and resumed his calm and composed expression.

Chen Yang snapped his fingers.

The stagehands behind him immediately sprang into action.

Four people quickly stepped forward, dragged away the three flour bowls, and replaced them with three new flour bowls that were piled high.

The acupressure mat was re-laid, and the inkpad box was replaced.

The wooden stick was straightened.

Everything is ready.

Chen Yang raised the loudspeaker; the sound wasn't loud, but it had extremely strong penetrating power.

"The Legend of Sword and Fairy Team".

The laughter stopped abruptly.

Yang Mi's hand froze in mid-air; she hadn't even had time to spit out the sunflower seed shells.

"It's your turn."

Chen Yang smiled.

His smile was gentle, calm, and completely non-aggressive.

Yang Mi slowly stood up.

She looked down at the path covered with acupressure mats, then at the three flour bowls emitting dust.

Then I looked at the seven Running Man members lying on the ground like corpses, their faces covered in white powder.

Her smile froze.

"Wait a moment."

Yang Mi raised her hand.

"Can we... abstain?"

Chen Yang tilted his head.

What do you think?

Yang Mi's lips twitched.

Brother Hu stood behind her, his gentle smile still on his face.

But in my mind, I started to have my own calculations.

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P.S.: Let's continue the discussion: What celebrity, song, or movie/TV show left the deepest impression on you in 2009? Which guest would you like to invite to Running Man? And what games would you like to see?