From yearning to becoming a mascot in the entertainment industry

And the other side.

Deng Chao looked at Yao Yitian and asked.

"Which of us are the little bamboo shoots?"

"The odd-numbered sticks, 1, 3, 5, and 7, are small bamboo shoots, and the rest are normal acupressure pads."

After hearing his explanation, Deng Chao looked at the members of the brotherhood with an embarrassed expression.

"You all heard it, there are four people in total who need to run the Little Bamboo Shoots Track."

"As the captain, I choose the bamboo shoot track. There are three left. Is there anyone who wants to be a warrior?"

As soon as he finished speaking, Yun Mu raised his hand without hesitation.

"I'm running little bamboo shoots!"

After hearing his words, everyone looked at him strangely.

Although they didn't spend a long time together, he had a certain understanding of Yun Mu.

They all had a common assessment of Yun Mu: this guy was definitely not a selfless person! He was definitely not someone who would suffer any loss!

Now, knowing clearly that the bamboo shoot track would be extremely painful, he actually took the initiative to apply to run on the bamboo shoot track. There is something wrong!

Feeling the strange gazes of the crowd, Yun Mu's heart couldn't help but skip a beat.

It's broken, it's a bit sloppy!

Being a bit too active!

However, Yun Mu still pretended to be calm on the surface.

"Why are you looking at me like that?"

Then, his expression suddenly became clear.

"Oh, I know!"

"You think that because I'm a newcomer, you want to be dignified and let me run the normal track, right?"

"I understand, thank you!"

As he spoke, he looked at Deng Chao and the others with gratitude.

And his performance successfully dispelled everyone's doubts.

"You're running on a normal track? You're overthinking it!"

Deng Chao smiled cunningly.

"Even if you don't apply, you're definitely one of the people running the bamboo shoot track!"

Hearing this, Yun Mu was immediately delighted.

It seems that this deceived them.

However, he pretended to look bitter.

Soon, the tracks for the old brothers group were also allocated.

Deng Chao ran the first leg, Wang Zulan ran the second leg, Zheng Kai ran the third leg, Chen He ran the fourth leg, Li Chen ran the fifth leg, Bai Lu ran the sixth leg, Yun Mu ran the fourth leg, and the last leg was run by Lu Han.

I saw that both teams were ready to end.

Yao Yitian picked up the loudspeaker.

"Now that the tracks have been assigned, please ask both teams to proceed to their respective starting lines and prepare."

When the two teams were assigned to the running lanes, the staff had already marked the starting positions of each baton.

There was a sign next to it with a large number written on it.

After hearing what Yao Yitian said, members of both teams went to their respective starting points and waited.

Some people want to adapt to the feeling of running on a massage mat in advance.

However, soon, the screams at the scene became continuous.

Fan Chengcheng sat on the acupressure mat, hugging his feet with his hands, looking very painful.

"Producing crew, you guys are such rude people! Running a relay on bamboo shoots? Is that something a human could come up with?!"

"Did your production team try it?!"

Yao Yitian covered his face with the script, leaving only his eyes exposed.

But looking at his eyes, you can tell that this guy is definitely laughing.

"The normal acupressure track, our staff tried it."

After hearing what Yao Yitian said, Fan Chengcheng suddenly felt something was wrong.

"What about the little bamboo shoot track?"

Yao Yitian didn't say anything, just shook his head silently.

Seeing this, Fan Chengcheng jumped up in anger.

He pointed at Yao Yitian and was about to say something when it felt like the small bamboo shoots under his feet were burning him.

The two feet kept jumping alternately.

"It hurts!"

"call!"

"hiss!"

"Ouch, ouch!"

"It hurts to death!"

He didn't feel relieved until he sat down on the sidelines.

Looking at the little bamboo shoot, Fan Chengcheng had a droopy face.

"How can I run? It's hard to even stand, how can I run?!"

Not only him, Deng Chao also put on a mask of pain when he stood on the small bamboo shoot.