Running Man: Female MC causing trouble? I don't take the pressure!

Behind them, two pairs of eyes were fixed on Chen Mo and Lin Xiaohe.

"Is that guy a legitimate assistant? He's dressed so scantily and standing so close; it's obvious he's interested in Chen Mo, right?"

Han Shuang, holding an umbrella in her left hand and a small fan in her right, scoffed at Lin Xiaohe's overly friendly behavior towards Chen Mo.

Why should an assistant and an artist be able to act like friends?

An assistant should have the awareness of an assistant!

"That kind of person is a green tea b*tch; they'll do anything to take advantage of someone."

"Maybe he hooked up with some rich guy when he was in college to get this job."

Bai Lu's disdain was unmistakable; her nasolabial folds were almost as prominent as a 3D model.

"She's pretty good at arguing; she probably got the job by using her verbal skills," Han Shuang chimed in with a gloomy voice.

"Tch, I have plenty of strength and means to deal with people like that."

Bai Lu was furious and decided to teach Lin Xiaohe, that ungrateful little assistant, a lesson.

She turned and instructed Han Shuang to begin making arrangements...

The MCs boarded the bus and parted ways with their assistants.

Lin Xiaohe lowered her head and typed, as if she were sending a message to someone.

Han Shuang then made a disdainful gesture towards her from a short distance away.

Unexpectedly, the other person suddenly turned around and stared at them with burning eyes.

Startled, Han Shuang quickly forced a friendly smile and greeted him.

Lin Xiaohe felt a wave of acid reflux: "Laughing at you, Feng? Did you think I didn't see you? If you want to argue, then come at me. Don't hide behind people like a stinky rat, baring your teeth. Did you get tonsil stones stuck in your teeth? Or has someone died in your mouth?"

Han Shuang: "........."

..........

West City, Variety Show Experience Hall.

Here you can experience all kinds of variety show games, but the production team just happened to choose a game that the MCs disliked the most.

"It's a pressure point mat again!!"

Bai Lu was the first to enter and the first to collapse to the ground.

"Still a small bamboo shoot... How about we call it a day?" Sha Yi poked half her body in to check, while the other half remained outside the door.

"The production team really treated me well today!"

Jin Jing feigned anger and accused, "Knowing I was coming, you still prepared such a big gift for me!"

"And what is this?"

After being surprised by the acupressure mat, Li Yunrui's gaze was drawn to the large blackboard in front of him.

On the blackboard, there were various simple and rustic emojis, seemingly corresponding to something.

Song Yuqi recognized it: "This looks like an emoji."

Welcome to the Variety Show Experience Center!

In this round, your task is to guess the corresponding poems based on the emojis.

The game consists of two rounds, with one talented person selected to guess in each round.

Once one of the talented individuals guesses correctly, the other three will immediately be punished with acupressure mats.

After two rounds, the delegation with the highest score will obtain the clue to the official document.

"Isn't this too high?"

Li Yunrui squatted down and measured the height of the pedal and the acupressure mat; it was as high as one of his calves.

The pain from that blow was truly excruciating.

"Is it a buzzer-beater or a turn-based question?"

Li Chen looked at Yao Yitian and asked him to clarify the rules.

Yao Yitian: [This is a quick answer.]

"This is really difficult," Sha Yi said with a bitter expression.

Seeing Bai Lu's face, which looked like she'd just eaten a fly, Zheng Kai couldn't help but laugh: "The director deliberately messed with Bai Lu in this part of the game."

"Haha, not necessarily."

After laughing, Li Chen explained seriously, "The director noticed that Bai Lu hadn't been exercising much lately, so he was helping her to improve her physical condition."

"I'll teach you, Bailu. Before you fall, jump up once, and it won't hurt as much after you fall."

Chen Mo solemnly imparted the Burning Technique.

Bai Lu blinked: "Really?"

Chen Mo: "You'll know once you try it."

Bai Lu: "So you really think I'm going to fall, right?"

Chen Mo: "You already know, why are you still asking?"

Bai Lu: ".........."

Alright, now each delegation has decided on the talented individuals to participate in the first round of battles.

"I'll go first."

Song Yuqi volunteered. Chen Mo had just answered the questions, so it was reasonable for her to go first.

Chen Mo had no objection: "Then keep going, jump out if it hurts too much."

"Haha, okay."

Song Yuqi handed the small fan in her hand to Chen Mo, asking him to keep it for her.

Chen Mo consciously unfolded a small fan to fan himself, and there was a faint woody fragrance.

"Director, can one person answer both rounds at the same time?" Zheng Kai asked.

Yao Yitian: [No.]

"All right."

Zheng Kai returned to the team in disappointment.

Sha Yi stood there, stunned: "What, do you want me to endure two rounds of acupressure mat torture?"

Zheng Kai nodded and smiled: "Yes."

Song Yuqi: "Haha, I thought Kai would say he'd take two rounds."

"He's not that kind-hearted."

Sha Yi glanced disdainfully at Zheng Kai, then stepped onto the pedal.

"I'll go first. If I don't get many points in the first round, you can still catch up in the second round."

The Li-Yang delegation took a cautious approach.

Li Chen was worried that if Baby got off to a good start, she might fall victim to him.

Baby gave an OK sign: "Okay, go for it, Big Black Bull."

"Kobayashi, your older sister has gone~"

"Keep it up!"

Jin Jing, in a dramatic pose, took small, quick steps onto the step.

Zhang Zhenyuan turned to look at her and teased, "Sister, you look like a ghost from A Chinese Ghost Story."

Jin Jing paused for a split second, then asked, "So, do you want to be my sister's Shi Fang?"

"cough."

Zhang Zhenyuan blushed and looked away.

The allocation of answers for the first round has been completed.

They are: Song Yuqi, Li Chen, Sha Yi, Zhang Zhenyuan, and Jin Jing.

[Please provide a question]

[Moon] [↓] [Bird] [Snowflake] [Cloud]

Maple leaves, lake water, campfire, stars, sleeping.

R-girl combined two rows of emojis to form the format of two lines of poetry.

Simultaneously.

The pedal switches at the feet of the five MCs answering the questions have been activated.

If anyone answers correctly, the other four people will be slammed onto the acupressure mat at the same time.

"Hiss—this one, this one, Moonlit Bird Snow Cloud?" Li Chen read out the names one by one.

Zheng Kai, sitting in the audience, started to cause trouble: "Hahaha, the next line is Ye Shui Huo Xing Shui."

"Is this a poem?" Sha Yi scratched his head, staring at the blackboard.

"The moon, falls, descends?" Jin Jing muttered to herself as she analyzed.

Zhang Zhenyuan, standing nearby, was suddenly struck by a remark: "The moon sets, crows cry, frost fills the sky!"

Yao Yitian: [Corrected half of the sentence]

"Oh no, I can't remember the second half of the sentence." Zhang Zhenyuan suddenly stammered, his lips moving awkwardly.

Chen Mo shouted, "The next line is 'Returning to Jiangling in a day, a thousand miles away'!"

"The moon sets, crows cry, frost fills the sky; a thousand miles to Jiangling, a day's journey!" Li Chen truly believed it and hurriedly pieced it together.

Yao Yitian: [Incorrect answer]

"Chen'er, you're from the Li family, don't you know that the line 'A thousand miles to Jiangling in a day' is from Li Bai's poem?"

As expected of Li Bai's pillar of strength, Sha Yi corrected Li Chen's mistake on the spot.

Li Chen: "........."

Sigrún has taught at the Iceland University of the Arts as a part-time lecturer since and was Dean of the Department of Fine Art from -. In – she held a research position at Reykjavík Art Museum focusing on the role of women in Icelandic art. She studied fine art at the Icelandic College of Arts and Crafts and at Pratt Institute, New York, and holds BA and MA degrees in art history and philosophy from the University of Iceland. Sigrún lives and works in Iceland.

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