Mu Su rummaged through the corpses one by one to pick up the storage rings, and then walked to the finish line in a hurry.

Cheers to the middle of the pasture Su touched the line, and then slipped to the standby point. He is now like a humanoid black charcoal, and he can only lose face if he stays here.

Halfway through, I stepped forward with the cameraman's camera to interview him.

"Who am I supposed to talk to?" Mu Su looked at the camera, and then at the cameraman.

The cameraman who was resisted consciously raised the microphone and asked, "Congratulations on winning the first gold medal of the first Olympic Games." What do you think? ”

Mu Su hurriedly followed the example of a normal athlete, crossed his waist and gasped slightly: "Feelings...... I felt like I hadn't done anything before they fell. ”

The videographer asked a very pointed question: "Mr. Musu, the current Olympic record, the 100-meter dash record is 9.22 seconds, and you actually spent ...... in the final."

The cameraman awkwardly took out his phone from his pocket and looked at it, and continued: "3 minutes and 15 seconds, do you feel that your title is a bit unworthy of the name? ”

Mu Su's dark face that couldn't be seen instantly drooped, and he pushed the cameraman down, and his tone was not good: "What kind of reporter are you?" Which TV station? What's your name? Who are you leading? Can you speak? Can't speak! ”

The cameraman was almost pushed off the camera, and he also lost his temper: "I think as a 100-meter sprint race, the real core should be a ten-person fair race, not a fight to the death, whoever survives is the champion." ”

"Good!"

"That's right."

"We're going to watch the game, not the explosion."

"Fair play!"

The live page of the official website appeared with a wave of approval, and then drowned out more rebuttals.

"Well said." Mu Su nodded approvingly: "But it's still meaningless." ”

The palm of the hand with the eight storage rings is weak, and a bright silver pistol emerges. Mu Su raised the muzzle of the gun, just to understand this guy who had offended him.

"I'm sorry, it's not good for me, I hope Mr. Mu Su can forgive me."

At the moment when the gun was raised, the cameraman decisively bowed his head and apologized.

Mu Suhu looked at it suspiciously, put away the pistol and walked away.

Carrying the cameraman's camera, he filmed the corpses of the runners at the beginning of the track, and then moved to the referee team who were whispering.

Back in the live broadcast room, Bai Yansong said with a smile: "Now the referee team has a headache." Only Mu Su successfully completed the competition, and the runner-up and third runner-up could not be decided. ”

A leaderboard appeared between the two commentators, and Mu Su's ranking above had risen from 96 to 18, and the effect of 10 points was immediate.

After waiting for a while, the referee team discussed and came to a conclusion, and Bai Yansong, who got the news, said: "After the verdict of the referee team, call me His Royal Highness the Rabbit and Raphael Archangel to rank second and third, congratulations to the two!" ”

Huang Jianxiang nodded: "It's in the order of death." ”

"Speaking of which, I would like to congratulate Mr. Huang Jianxiang."

Huang Jianxiang said curiously: "Congratulations on what I did?" ”

Bai Yansong laughed: "You bought 100 Red Crystal Mu Su to win and now you have a bet, but you have to treat yourself." ”

Huang Jianxiang coughed lightly and changed the subject: "Let's take a look at the wonderful replay next." We'll continue to stream the final of the 200m dash at the Hell City Olympics for you later. ”

……

As soon as Mu Su returned to the presidential suite, all his companions watching TV looked at him and smiled. Transparent Bridge shouted, "How did you get burned?" ”

Mu Su didn't answer, and wanted to go to the bathroom to wash up. Wen Xiang deliberately said loudly again: "I thought you would hit nines, but it turned out that you were just lying on the ground and pretending to be dead." ”

Mu Su's eyes widened: "What are you pretending to be dead...... It's called strategic suspended animation! ”

"That's not pretending to be dead."

Mu Su's face turned red, the green tendons on his forehead bloomed, and argued: "Strategic fake death can't be regarded as pretending to be dead...... Suspended animation...... Playing tactics, can that be called pretending? ”

Then there are the difficult words, such as "the arena is the battlefield", what "the winner is king", etc., which caused everyone to laugh, and the presidential suite was filled with a cheerful air.

Karen came over, wanting to touch Mu Su but didn't dare to touch it, her big eyes were full of tears.

"It's all scorched......"

Karene inhaled hard, blowing a small bubble of snot as she exhaled.

"Poof—"

Karen didn't hold back, clutching herself like a fool and giggling herself.

"It's okay, it doesn't work anyway." Mu Su slapped his crotch, and the charred black fragments fell, revealing the indestructible shorts behind him.

He slipped into the bathroom, and in a moment the sound of water was heard.

After laughing, Karen wanted to sneak in, but found that the door was actually locked from the inside, and puffed out her mouth and sullen.

After a while, Mu Su walked out of the bathroom. Everyone looked sideways and slammed into the black eyes as deep as the sea. Those eyes, as deep and vast as the depths of the center of the ocean, have a complex temperament between firmness and confusion. His face will slowly pass with the long river of time, but those eyes will always be so bright and clear, when his smile emerges, like the morning sun; And when it is gloomy and deep, it is like the sunshine that cannot be hidden behind the dark clouds.

The tall and straight body was simply wrapped around the towel, the broad chest was prominent, and the twenty-four-pack abdominal muscles caused everyone to swallow saliva. Kalian, Transparent Bridge, and Wenxiang blushed cheeks, their eyebrows were full of spring, and their breathing became slightly short. ”

Jun Moxiao's eyes were full of jealousy and hatred, and his heart was full of unwillingness. Why is Mu Su so handsome, excellent, intelligent and wise, and he is almost 50 years old and has never touched a woman's hand......"

Jun Moxiao's hands trembled uncontrollably, and his pale lips were no. He knew exactly what it was......

The third chapter of the biography of Mu Susu!

"Please, don't pretend to be a narrator to voice us, and hahahaha......" Transparent Bridge slapped the couch cushion a few times and laughed, "And what the hell are twenty-four abs." ”

"And without me." Blazing God rarely joined the conversation and said with a smile.

As soon as several people sang and harmonized, Mu Su was unwilling to shout: "I'm the champion!" Is that how you welcome a champion? ”

Karen tiptoed and touched Mu Su's wet hair.

"I don't even have a medal." Transparent Bridge munched on a snack and said vaguely.

This speaks of Musu's pain. I don't know why there is no medal ceremony and no medals in the Games.

Mu Su quietly beeped and sat down in the empty space of the sofa, and Karen squeezed in after him.

"Whoa." The transparent bridge next to the shoulder on the right handed over a bag of snacks, and asked without turning his head against the TV: "Anyway, I saw your head explode, why are you still alive?"

Mu Su was complacent: "I am a child of destiny, and even a few bullets want to hurt my body?" ”

"Speak human words."

"I was rewarded with a life in the first round of the Tournament of Death."

"Is that so......" Transparent Bridge thoughtfully.

Two commentators on television introduce the 10 runners in the 200-meter dash.

Mu Su let out a long sigh of relief. After acting in a monkey show for a long time, I was finally able to see other monkeys. ()

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