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

"Let's go."

Brother Hu took the lead and walked towards the track.

His steps were steady and composed, like a general about to head to the battlefield.

In reality, he was overjoyed.

This is a golden opportunity.

Of the seven people on the Legend of Sword and Fairy team, only Huang Zhiwei was physically capable; he knew the athletic abilities of the others perfectly well.

Yang Mi always seems to have the wrong foot when running, Liu Shishi sometimes kicks a shuttlecock and ends up kicking her own face, and Tang Yan tripped up three people while jumping rope during a team-building activity on set last time.

He doesn't need to do much to hold them back.

These people are enough on their own.

All he needs to do is... add the finishing touches.

"Let's quickly discuss some tactics."

Hu Ge stopped and beckoned his teammates to gather around.

Yuan Hong was the first to come forward, patting his chest.

"I'll take the first round! I'm an expert at spinning!"

Brother Hu smiled and shook his head.

"You have such a great physique. If you perform too aggressively, you won't be able to keep up later."

"I'll go for the first round."

His tone was calm yet firm, carrying a sense of responsibility reminiscent of Jing Tian.

"I'll spin around, and Brother Hua will stand and catch the ink. Brother Hua can just stand still; it's the easiest way."

Huo Jianhua glanced at him expressionlessly.

"Why me?"

"Because you're the most stable." Brother Hu looked at him earnestly. "You stood there motionless, like a mountain. It was easy for me to find you after I'd searched all over."

Huo Jianhua remained silent for two seconds.

"OK."

Yang Mi immediately raised her hand.

"Second round of shuttlecock kicking, me, Shishi, and Tang Yan are here!"

She turned to look at her two sisters, her eyes full of confidence.

"The three of us used to play shuttlecock on set every day while filming; fifteen times was no problem!"

Liu Shishi hesitated for a moment.

"Honey, is the kind of shuttlecock we play... considered a shuttlecock?"

"Why doesn't it count?"

"I think I kicked a mineral water bottle cap."

"They're all pretty much the same! They're all kicked with the feet, it's the same principle!"

Tang Yan timidly raised her hand beside her.

"What I kicked... was a slipper."

Yang Mi blinked.

"...It's okay, just improvise!"

Brother Hu suppressed the smile on his face and nodded.

"In the third round, everyone pitches in. We'll find the candy in the flour and just have to work hard then."

He looked around, his gaze sincere.

"Keep it up, everyone. Don't put pressure on yourselves, just play your normal game."

Just perform normally.

Because if these people played at their normal level, it would be enough to make the Sword and Fairy team lose miserably.

The whistle blew.

Round 1.

Brother Hu took off his shoes and stood barefoot next to the wooden stick.

Wallace Huo walked to the table at the end of the acupressure mat, his hands hanging naturally at his sides, his expression as stern as ever.

He stood there, truly like a mountain.

A mountain that is about to be painted with a garish mess.

"start!"

Brother Hu bent over, pressed his forehead against the back of his hand, and began to spin around.

One lap, two laps, three laps...

He spun slowly, with a steady rhythm, like a precisely operating machine.

It was completely different from Deng Xiaoping's desperate speed.

Ten laps.

Twelve laps.

Fifteen laps.

He loosened his grip on the wooden stick and slowly straightened up.

The world is spinning.

The sky and the earth switched places, and his feet felt like they were stepping on cotton, causing him to sway two steps to the left.

No exaggeration.

He didn't wander around the field like Deng Chao.

But his facial features were slightly distorted.

His brows were furrowed, his jaw was clenched, and the corners of his mouth were pulled down, his gentle and refined face contorted with an extremely suppressed sense of pain.

Yang Mi, standing on the sidelines, burst out laughing.

"Brother Hu's expression looks like he's constipated."

Yuan Hong almost spat out his water.

Brother Hu took a deep breath and stepped onto the acupressure mat.

He didn't call out.

There was none of the earth-shattering howls like Deng Xiaoping's.

But he visibly froze for a moment.

The moment his foot landed on the spikes, the veins on his neck bulged, and he let out a very low "hmm..."

Then the second step.

third step.

With each step, his lips tightened further, and his features contorted more fiercely.

The way he was in so much pain but stubbornly kept silent was even more comical than Deng Chao's wailing and howling.

On the Running Man team's side, Shen Teng was the first to clap his hands.

"Please enjoy Mr. Hu's silent performance art of suffering."

Chen He laughed so hard he squatted down on the ground.

"His expression was like he was filming an art film. Like... the last shot of a terminally ill patient."

Baby covered her mouth, her shoulders shaking.

Brother Hu finally finished walking on the acupressure mat.

He stood in front of the table, swayed a couple of times, and dipped his finger in the ink.

Wallace Huo stood right in front of him, motionless, his cold face expressionless.

Hu Ge raised his finger and aimed it at Huo Jianhua's nose.

Then, precisely... it poked Huo Jianhua's chin.

"Misaligned." The referee's voice was icy.

Brother Hu rubbed his eyes and dipped his finger in the saliva.

This time, the poke landed on Wallace Huo's left cheek.

A red mark.

"Still not accurate."

The third time, on the right earlobe.

The fourth time, at the corner of the mouth.

The fifth time, between the eyebrows.

In just one minute, Huo Jianhua's face was transformed into a bloody abstract painting.

His expression shifted from indifference to a slight frown, from a frown to a twitching at the corner of his mouth, from a twitch to…

"Hu Ge".

Huo Jianhua's voice was very soft, but every word seemed to be squeezed out from between his teeth.

"Are you an undercover agent?"

The entire audience erupted in cheers.

Yang Mi laughed so hard she leaned right onto Yuan Hong's back.

Liu Shishi squatted on the ground, tears streaming down her face.

The Running Man cast was even more exaggerated. Chen He and Zheng Kai fell to the ground at the same time, while Wang Baoqiang squatted next to them, his eyes narrowed into slits with laughter.

Shen Teng stood there, his face full of emotion.

"I have finally found someone who shares my suffering."

He turned to look at Deng Chao.

"But Brother Hu has a better conscience than you; at least he didn't poke someone's lips."

Deng Chaoqian chuckled twice, cursing inwardly.

Hu Ge's acting is so realistic.

On the sixth time, Brother Hu finally pressed the ink pad onto Huo Jianhua's nose.

The referee raised his flag.

"Pass!"

First round time: 3 minutes and 52 seconds.

It lasted more than a minute longer than Deng Xiaoping's copy.

Hu Ge, leaning on the table, gave Huo Jianhua an apologetic smile.

"Brother Hua, I'm so sorry, I'm really dizzy."

Huo Jianhua looked down at his face in the front-facing camera of his phone.

There was a three-second silence.

Turned around and left.

He didn't say a word.

But his silhouette conveyed a resolute determination to "go back and terminate the contract with his agent."

second round.

Yang Mi, Liu Shishi, and Tang Yan walked onto the field.

Yang Mi took the shuttlecock, weighed it a couple of times, and gave a thumbs-up to the sidelines.

"Watch closely!"

She kicked it out.

The shuttlecock flew towards Liu Shishi.

Liu Shishi lifts her foot.

The shuttlecock flew past her toes.

"One!" Yang Mi shouted.

"Zero," the referee corrected. "Missed it, try again."

Yang Mi paused for a moment, then kicked another one.

This time, Liu Shishi caught it.

But she kicked back with too much force, and the shuttlecock flew more than two meters high, drawing a perfect parabola before landing with a thud more than three meters away.

"..."

Yang Mi ran over to pick up the shuttlecock.

restart.

This time it was Tang Yan's turn to answer.

Tang Yan stared intently at the shuttlecock flying towards her and raised her right foot.

Her right foot and the shuttlecock successfully... brushed past each other.

The shuttlecock landed behind her.

Her right foot kicked at thin air.

Then, due to losing his balance, he stumbled and bumped into Liu Shishi next to him.

The two of them fell to the ground at the same time.

There was no one standing on the sidelines anymore.

All seven members of the Running Man cast were laughing so hard they were practically paralyzed.

Chen He lay on the ground, pounding the ground, while Zheng Kai leaned against Li Chen, laughing so hard his whole body was shaking.

Baby squatted down beside her, covered her face with her hands, and chuckled softly.

Shen Teng, supporting his waist, laughed until tears streamed down his face.

"No... I thought my physical strength was too low, and that I was already at the limit for this show."

He pointed to the field.

"I now realize that these three are the true chosen ones."

Wang Baoqiang, standing to the side, laughed so hard he almost fell over, speaking with a thick Hebei accent.

"I've never seen anything this bad when I was a kid playing shuttlecock in the village!"

Yang Mi, who was in the audience, was already getting anxious.