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

"Second round, begin."

Chen Yang held up a megaphone, speaking casually as if he were announcing what would be served for lunch.

"In this round, the Running Man team will go first, followed by the Chinese Paladin team, and they will alternate gliding."

Deng Chao immediately stood up, put his hands on his hips, and glanced at his teammates.

"Listen carefully, hold on this time."

His tone was serious, carrying the authority befitting a captain.

"Anyone who flies off the red line and falls into the lake will not be given dinner tonight."

Zheng Kai shuddered and subconsciously touched his wet hair.

The memory of being dragged down by Deng Xiaoping in the last round is still fresh in my mind.

"Brother Chao, you should mind your own business first." Zheng Kai's tone was full of accusation.

Deng Chao pretended not to hear and turned to look at Chen He.

"Hehe, you go first."

Chen He's face fell instantly.

"Why me?"

"Because you're the lightest, you won't go very far, so it's safe." Deng patted him on the shoulder, his tone sincere. "You're scouting ahead for the brothers."

Chen He opened his mouth, then realized that the logic seemed to make sense.

But something just feels off.

He carried the red basin to the starting line, glanced back at the emerald green lake, and swallowed hard.

"Let me tell you, I'm not afraid, I just... have a phobia of water."

"Slide faster!" Zheng Kai urged from behind.

Chen He gritted his teeth and took a step.

His running speed was roughly equivalent to that of an elderly woman pushing a shopping cart in a supermarket.

When he reached the foam area, he carefully lay down on the basin.

The basin slid forward two meters.

Stopped.

It came to a steady stop on the slippery surface; it had stopped right at the starting line.

There's still a long way to go before we reach the red line.

Chen He lay on the basin, turned around and gave his teammates a thumbs up.

"Safety!"

Shen Teng clapped twice with a smile on his face from the shore.

"Congratulations Hehe, you've successfully completed a prone position."

"Shut up!"

The referee raised his flag, signaling for the Chinese Paladin team to send someone out.

Yuan Hong was the first to step forward, carrying a basin and walking towards the starting line with a grin.

"I learned from the lessons of the last round and will play it safe and steady this time."

He jogged a few steps, lay down on the basin, slid about four meters, and stopped in the middle of the track.

Not too far, not too near; not too far, not too far, not too far.

Yuan Hong lay on the basin and waved to his teammates behind him.

"The benchmark has been set; those who follow suit will simply do as I have."

Yang Mi rolled her eyes from the shore.

"You call this a benchmark? You call this a roadblock."

Second Group.

Shen Teng was pushed forward.

He stood in the starting area, put the basin on the ground, and stretched his wrists.

"Ladies and gentlemen, what you are about to see is the professional movement of graduates from the Performance Department of the PLA Academy of Arts."

After he finished speaking, he started walking.

The first two steps were normal.

On the third step, his left foot stepped on the edge of the foamy water.

The soles of my shoes are slippery.

The person's center of gravity shifted instantly.

His posture while lying face down on the basin was completely distorted; he wasn't lying face down directly, but rather sideways as he was being patted.

The basin began to spin on the foamy water.

Shen Teng, along with the basin, spun around like a top that had been kicked over, inching forward.

"Ah...this isn't right... I lost control..."

His voice seemed to come and go as he spun around, like a broken radio.

Finally, the basin spun three and a half times, and in a sprawling, outstretched position, it precisely hit Chen He's bottom.

"Bang!"

Chen He was knocked forward ten centimeters by the impact, and then turned around to glare at him.

"Shen Teng! Are you like a bumper car?!"

Shen Teng lay on his back on the basin, a calm smile on his face as he gazed at the blue sky and white clouds.

"Military arts movement demonstration complete."

The audience erupted in laughter.

Chinese Paladin 2, starring Wallace Huo.

He stood in the starting area, expressionless.

But everyone could see that he was putting in a lot of effort today.

In the previous round, he slacked off the entire time and was publicly accused by Yang Mi of being an undercover agent.

Although he wasn't, the feeling of being suspected made him extremely uncomfortable.

In this round, he wants to prove himself.

"Go Hua Ge!" Liu Shishi whispered from the shore.

Huo Jianhua nodded, squatted down, and pressed his hands against the edge of the basin.

Then he rushed out.

Extremely fast.

Faster than everyone else.

Yang Mi's smile froze as she approached the sidelines.

"Wait, isn't he running too fast...?"

The moment Huo Jianhua lay on the basin, he looked like a cannonball fired from a gun.

The foamy water offered him almost no resistance.

He dashed out, past Chen He and Shen Teng, heading straight for Yuan Hong.

Yuan Hong was still lying on the basin, leisurely looking at the sky.

Out of the corner of my eye, I caught a glimpse of a dark figure rapidly approaching.

"Holy crap—"

"Bang!!!"

Huo Jianhua's basin collided head-on with Yuan Hong's basin tail.

The impact was so great that Yuan Hong was launched away along with the basin, like a billiard ball being precisely hit by the cue ball.

Yuan Hong's basin went off the edge of the track.

"Thump!"

Immediately afterwards, Huo Jianhua's own basin also deflected due to the rebound force, veering diagonally towards the right side of the track.

"Thump!"

Two huge splashes of water exploded almost simultaneously.

There was a complete two-second silence on the shore.

Then Yang Mi's voice echoed across the entire lake.

"Wallace Huo!!! You knocked your own person down!!!"

She pointed at the lake, laughing so hard her whole body was shaking.

"You're the undercover agent! You're absolutely the undercover agent! Nobody can argue with me!"

Wallace Huo's head popped out of the water, and the expression on his face was classic.

Anger, helplessness, and collapse—three emotions perfectly blended together.

Yuan Hong spat out some lake water and looked at him with a melancholy expression.

"Brother Hua, are you here to save me or to kill me?"

Wallace Huo closed his eyes.

"...I just wanted to prove that I wasn't an undercover agent."

"Your method of proof is even more ruthless than that of an undercover agent."

The style completely changed in the next appearance.

The incident of Huo Jianhua and Yuan Hong falling into the water has cast a long shadow over everyone's mental state.

Baby was the third to go. She carried the basin, took a couple of quick steps, and gently lay down on it. The basin slid for less than two meters before stopping.

Liu Shishi was the fourth, even lighter than Baby, and the basin almost fell over on the spot.

Wang Baoqiang was fifth. He had fallen into the lake in the previous round, but this time he learned his lesson and controlled his strength, bringing the basin to a steady stop behind Shen Teng.

Tang Yan was the sixth one. She climbed up with her eyes closed, and the basin moved a meter before stopping.

Zheng Kai was in seventh place. The little cheetah gritted his teeth and tried to exert his strength, but his mind was filled with the image of being knocked into the water by Deng Chao in the previous round. In the end, he only dared to use half of his strength, and the basin slid to the front of the team, stopping near Yuan Hong's original position.

Yang Mi was the eighth one. Her scream was more noticeable than the distance she slid. The basin only went a meter before crashing into the crowd.

The scene on the track at this moment is exactly the same as the previous round.

Ten red basins, one after another, formed a long line, stuck five meters away from the red line.

The human-shaped parking lot is now open for business.

Chen He lay on the basin, glanced back at the "convoy" behind him, and sighed.

"Why do I feel like the essence of this game is just traffic jams?"

Shen Teng's voice came from behind him.

"Even the morning rush hour on Beijing's Second Ring Road isn't this bad."