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

"If you can't get up there, don't force it!"

Chen He squatted in the mud, looking up at the rapidly spinning Yin-Yang symbol, his face filled with despair.

The groove rotates so fast that there's no time to align it.

Li Chen stood at the edge of the turntable, staring at the yin-yang symbol rotating in reverse in the center for three seconds.

Then he turned to look at Wang Baoqiang.

"Brother Qiang, help me up."

Without saying a word, Wang Baoqiang crossed his arms to form a human ladder.

Li Chen stepped on it, and Wang Baoqiang pushed him up forcefully.

Li Chen was launched into the center of the turntable, his hands gripping the edge of the yin-yang symbol tightly, his entire body lying on top of it.

The turntable is spinning.

The yin-yang symbol is rotating in opposite directions.

Li Chen lay on top of it, like a giant gecko being tortured by a spin dryer.

But he stubbornly refused to let go.

"Brother Chen is awesome!"

Zheng Kai shouted from below.

"Throw it up! I'll catch it!"

Li Chen's voice came from the center of the turntable, muffled and tinged with gritted teeth.

Upon seeing this, Yang Mi immediately turned to look at Huang Zhiwei.

"Brother Zhiwei!"

Huang Zhiwei nodded without saying anything.

Yuan Hong and Huo Jianhua squatted down on either side to form a human ladder.

The burly man, standing at 1.88 meters tall, stepped on the shoulders of two people and flipped onto the rotating platform, then lay firmly on the other side of the yin-yang symbol.

Two power ceilings, one white team and one blue team, lie face to face on the rotating yin-yang symbol.

Eyes facing each other.

Li Chen grinned.

Huang Zhiwei's lips twitched slightly, which could be considered a response.

Shen Teng craned his neck to look for a long time, then turned to Chen He and said something.

"Look at the two of them, don't they look like two horses on a carousel?"

"Can't you be serious for once? Find the ball!"

After the tactical adjustments, the mud pit was completely transformed into a ball-throwing target range.

Instead of climbing onto the spinning wheel, everyone found the ball in the mud, wiped off the paint, and threw it to their teammates above.

Theoretically, it's perfect.

In practice, it's a complete disaster.

The mud ball was round and slippery, covered in sticky mud, and felt almost like catching a live loach.

Yuan Hong was the first to throw it away.

He gripped the basketball, aimed at Huang Zhiwei who was lying on the turntable, and shouted, "Catch!"

The ball deviated by forty-five degrees the instant it left my hand.

The mud ball traced a strange arc and landed precisely on Shen Teng's face, three meters away.

"Smack."

Shen Tenggang opened his mouth to speak, but his mouth was full of mud.

The entire room fell silent for half a second.

Then bursts of laughter erupted.

Shen Teng stood in the mud, his face covered in mud, spitting out a clump of mud from his mouth, his eyes changing from gentle to murderous.

"Yuan Hong".

Yuan Hong clasped his hands together, his face full of apology.

"Sorry, Brother Teng, my hand slipped!"

"You slipped? You were aiming at Huang Zhiwei, but you hit me? There were five meters between you! Isn't that a bit too much of a slip?"

Shen Teng cursed as he smeared the smear on his face, making it more and more smeared.

"What did my face do today? First, Deng copied it and turned it into a Peking Opera mask, then he smeared it with flour like a glutinous rice ball, and now you've smeared a ball of dough on my face?"

Yuan Hong laughed so hard he was stuck in the mud and couldn't stand up.

Chen He stood by, gloating.

"Brother Teng, your face is a perfect target."

"Shut up, or you'll be the next one to get hit."

The melee continues.

Mud balls flew everywhere as ten people searched, threw, and dodged in the mud, creating a chaotic scene resembling a pot of boiling porridge.

Deng Chao had been secretly observing the situation.

On the Running Man team's side, Wang Baoqiang and Zheng Kai were extremely efficient at finding the ball, having already thrown several towards Li Chen.

Li Chen lay on the turntable, gripping the edge tightly with one hand, while using the other to catch the ball and stuff it into the groove.

Although it would be good if three out of ten could fit in, the sheer quantity was overwhelming.

The Running Man team is rapidly catching up in the number of goals scored.

Deng Chao's heart tightened.

No, we have to do something.

He bent down and groped around in the mud for a long time before pulling out a white ball.

"Chen-ge! Catch the ball!"

His voice was loud and urgent, as if he was desperately trying to help his teammates.

Li Chen instinctively reached out his hand.

But the ball that Deng threw was ridiculously powerful and at an ridiculously off-target angle.

The white ball slammed heavily onto the steel frame at the edge of the turntable, bounced off with a "clang," and flew directly into the deepest part of the mud pit.

"Holy crap!"

Deng Chao looked annoyed and slapped his thigh.

"Oops, my hand slipped!"

Li Chen lay on the turntable and glanced at him helplessly.

"Take it easy, don't throw it too hard."

"Okay, okay! I'll definitely hit the mark next time!"

Deng Chao looked remorseful, but inside he was overjoyed.

On the other side of the turntable, Brother Hu's performance was equally smooth.

Yang Mi found a basketball in the mud, spent a lot of time cleaning it, and handed it to Brother Hu who was standing by the turntable.

"Brother Hu, you're closer, throw it up!"

Brother Hu took the ball and nodded.

"Okay, I'll do it."

He raised his hand, aiming in Huang Zhiwei's direction.

The ball has been released.

Then, with a "plop," it fell into the mud puddle at its feet.

"..."

Yang Mi glared at him.

Brother Hu looked down at his empty palms, his face full of innocence.

"It's too slippery, I can't get a grip."

"You clearly caught it just now!"

"It slipped when I threw it."

Brother Hu squatted down and felt for the ball in the mud.

After feeling around for a while, I finally figured it out.

He stood up and threw it again.

It fell again.

Yang Mi's temples throbbed three times.

"Hu Ge, did you do this on purpose?"

Brother Hu gave a wronged look.

"Honey, you're wrong! This mud is so slippery, why don't you try it yourself?"

Yang Mi snatched the ball and threw it herself.

The ball flew out, hit Huang Zhiwei on the back, bounced, and rolled into the groove.

"It's in!"

Yang Mi screamed.

Brother Hu clapped from the side.

"Mimi is amazing!"

I breathed a silent sigh of relief.

Fortunately, Yang Mi stepped in herself; otherwise, if he had made two more "mistakes," he might have been executed on the spot.

Time passed by, second by second.

The battle in the mud was getting more and more intense.

The last five minutes.

Chen Yang's horn blared again.

"Five minutes left!"

Everyone has gone mad.

At Yang Mi's command, Liu Shishi, Tang Yan, and Baby formed a human wall at the edge of the mud pit.

It's not about finding the ball.

It's muddy water.

The four men bent down, scooped up the mud, and splashed it wildly at Zheng Kai and Chen He, who were searching for the ball.

"Don't let them get the ball!"

Yang Mi shouted.

Mud and water covered everything.

Zheng Kai's face was covered in smears, and he couldn't even open his eyes.

"You've fouled! That's absolutely fouling!"

"The rules don't say you can't throw mud!"

Yang Mi spoke with righteous indignation.

Tang Yan smiled and helped splash the water, her movements gentle yet precise, each handful landing perfectly on Zheng Kai's face.

Zheng Kai panicked.

He was clutching a white ball he had just pulled out, his eyes covered in mud so he couldn't see anything.

"Brother Chen! Where are you?"

"Straight above! Throw it upwards!"

Li Chen's voice came from the turntable.

With his eyes closed, Zheng Kai relied on his instincts and swung the ball hard overhead.

The ball traced an arc in the air.

All eyes were on the ball.

Li Chen extended his hand.

The ball slammed into his palm.

It's very stable.

"Beep!"

The whistle blew.

Li Chen held the ball tightly, not having time to stuff it into the groove.

He looked down at the white ball in his hand, then at the referee.

The referee shook his head.

"If the ball doesn't go into the slot before the whistle blows, it doesn't count."

Zheng Kai stood in the mud, his face covered in mud, only his two rows of white teeth visible.

"Did you get in? Does it count?"

"Not really."

Li Chen's voice came down from above, tinged with regret.

"One second short."

Zheng Kai fell backward and landed in the mud.

Lying on its back with limbs outstretched, it resembles a newly unearthed mummy.

"I don't want to live anymore."