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

The referee's whistle was sharp and piercing, cutting through the chaos above the mud pit.

Zheng Kai lay in the mud, still in a supine position, his eyes closed in resentment.

Two workers wearing high-top rain boots carefully climbed onto the Bagua turntable, wading through the mud, and began counting the zodiac balls in the grooves.

All fourteen clay figures craned their necks to look.

A staff member squatted next to the yin-yang symbol, carefully removing the balls one by one from the grooves, wiping them clean with a towel, and sorting them into two piles according to color.

Chen He counted more intently than anyone else below, his lips moving in and out of the counting.

"White Six...Blue Seven..."

His voice grew softer and softer.

"The blue ball is one more than the white ball! Team Sword and Fairy wins!"

The referee's voice echoed throughout the stadium.

Yang Mi was the first to scream, her face covered in mud but unable to hide her excitement, and she hugged Liu Shishi next to her.

"We won!"

Liu Shishi was shaken from side to side by her, and patted her hand with a smile.

"Honey, you're choking me."

Tang Yan jumped around twice, splashing mud and water all over Yuan Hong's face.

Yuan Hong wiped his face and smiled helplessly.

The Running Man cast remained silent for three seconds.

Chen He squatted in the mud, his hands covering his head.

"Just one ball short. Just one ball short."

Zheng Kai sat up from the mud, his face full of resentment.

"If we let the last one go, we'll be even."

Shen Teng stood at the edge of the mud pit and patted Zheng Kai on the shoulder with a smile.

"Kai Kai, that's life. Whether you're a second or a year apart, the result is the same."

"Shut up, Teng Ge. You just stood there watching the whole time."

"I'll provide emotional support."

Chen Yang stood to the side and picked up the megaphone.

"The third challenge, the White Tiger Pool Bagua Formation, was won by the Immortal Sword Team."

His voice was devoid of any emotion, purely businesslike.

"Congratulations to the Sword and Fairy team for obtaining the third clue pouch."

He took out a green silk pouch from behind him, stepped down from the platform, and handed it to Yang Mi.

Yang Mi took the brocade pouch, her eyes shining like searchlights.

"Open it quickly! Open it quickly!"

Seven people formed a circle, and Yang Mi pulled open the rope and poured out the contents.

Similar to the previous clues, it was still two pieces of paper.

Yang Mi looked at it over and over for a long time.

"What is this thing?"

Wallace Huo leaned over for a glance, his face expressionless.

"can't read."

Yuan Hong scratched his head.

Brother Hu took the paper, his brows slightly furrowed.

"But it's definitely related to the final stage."

Huang Zhiwei stood on the outermost circle, arms crossed, staring silently at the two pieces of paper.

Yang Mi stuffed the paper back into the brocade pouch, turned around and shouted in the direction of the running boy group.

"Deng Chao! What are those two brocade pouches filled with?"

Deng Chao, who was squatting by the mud pit covered in mud, laughed when he heard this.

"Keep it a secret."

"You stingy person."

Just as the Legend of Sword and Fairy team huddled together, whispering and studying the clues, Deng Chao's gaze slowly shifted away.

His gaze passed over the mud and the staff, landing on a figure standing in the production crew fifteen meters away.

Chen Yang.

He was wearing a clean casual jacket, had neat short hair, and was holding a walkie-talkie, explaining something to Zhang Lei.

From head to toe, spotless.

Deng Chao looked down at himself.

Dark brown mud covered his head and toes, obscuring the original color of his waterproof suit. Layers of mud dried and were then applied to his face, making him look exactly like a newly unearthed terracotta warrior.

Then look at the brothers around me.

They're all made of mud.

Fourteen people rolled around in the mud for half an hour.

Deng Chao's lips slowly curled up.

He turned his head and met Li Chen's gaze.

Li Chen glanced at him, then at Chen Yang in the distance, and instantly understood.

The corners of his mouth also turned up.

Chen He approached at some point, lowering his voice.

"Brother Chao, look at Director Chen's clothes, they're so clean."

"It's quite clean."

Deng nodded.

"It's too clean."

Shen Teng appeared out of nowhere and replied with a smile.

All four people's eyes were simultaneously fixed on Chen Yang.

As Chen Yang was tucking the walkie-talkie back into his waistband, he looked up and saw four pairs of eyes.

The light in those four pairs of eyes sent a chill down his spine.

wrong.

That's very wrong.

Chen Yang's mind made a judgment in 0.3 seconds—these people were up to something.

He instinctively took a step back.

But Deng had already made his move.

"Director Chen, thank you for your hard work!"

Deng Chao's voice was loud and clear, carrying a sincerity that bordered on hypocrisy.

"The production team designed such a wonderful segment for us. On behalf of all the guests, I'd like to give the director a hug!"

He spread his arms, his arms covered in mud, and ran towards Chen Yang.

Chen Yang turned and ran.

"Deng Chao, don't come any closer!"

"Director Chen, don't run away! This is from our hearts!"

Deng copied the text faster than Chen Yang.

After all, Chen Yang is a director, not an athlete.

Three steps.

Two steps.

step.

"Bang!"

Deng Chao clung to Chen Yang like a lump of wet mud, his arms tightly gripping Chen Yang's waist, making him unable to move.

The dark brown mud transferred extensively from Deng Chao's body to Chen Yang's jacket, shirt, and trousers.

Chen Yang looked down at his chest.

A complete human-shaped clay print.

"Deng Chao!"

"Thank you, director!"

Deng Chao smiled broadly.

Chen He's voice boomed from behind.

"Guys! The director said he also wants to experience the joy of being in the mud!"

"When did I say that?!"

Chen Yang panicked.

Nobody listens to him.

Li Chen was the first to rush forward, and a large hand covered in mud slapped Chen Yang on the shoulder.

"Director Chen, thank you for your hard work."

His tone was sincere, and his actions were genuine.

A clear, distinct handprint.

Chen He pounced from the left, Shen Teng came close from the right, and Zheng Kai circled around from behind.

Wang Baoqiang was the most straightforward; he bent down, scooped up a handful of mud, and smeared it on Chen Yang's trouser leg.

"Director Chen, I've spread it evenly for you."

"Wang Baoqiang, get up!"

Baby stood three meters away, covering her mouth and laughing so hard her shoulders were shaking. She didn't lift a finger, but she didn't help either.

Seven clay figures surrounded Chen Yang in the center, like a group of happy wild beasts surrounding their prey.

Chen He wiped Chen Yang's face with his hand.

"Hehe, you're finished."

Chen Yang gritted his teeth.

"Director Chen, this is called spreading the love evenly."

Chen He laughed so hard his eyes disappeared.

Shen Teng stood on the outside and patted Chen Yang's hair twice with a smile.

"Director Chen, you're finally on our side now."

"Shen Teng, you wait."

"I'll wait. Anyway, the next punishment won't be any worse than this."

The seven members of the Legend of Sword and Fairy team stood five meters away, laughing so hard they almost fell over.

Yang Mi squatted on the ground, patting her thigh.

"Hahahaha, they've ruined the director's career!"

Liu Shishi laughed and leaned on Tang Yan, who herself was also unsteady on her feet.

Huo Jianhua rarely showed a full smile, but his shoulders were shaking.

Yuan Hong laughed so hard he patted Hu Ge on the back.

"This show is insane."