Mu Su went over the bodies one by one to pick up storage rings, and then walked towards the finish line calmly.
Cheering at the Sino-Madame Su touching the line, then slipping to the standby point. He is now like a human-shaped black charcoal, and staying here can only be embarrassing.
Halfway through, I carried the camera of the camera and asked to interview him.
"Who should I speak to?" Mu Su looked at the camera and then at the cameraman.
The cameraman who was resisted consciously raised his microphone and asked, "Congratulations on winning the first gold medal in the first Olympic Games. Do you have any thoughts?"
Mu Su quickly imitated the normal athletes, raised his waist and gasped slightly: "I feel like... I feel that they fell down before I could do my best."
The cameraman asked another very sharp question: "Mr. Mu Su, the current Olympic record is the record of the 100-meter sprint of 9 seconds 22, and you actually spent it in the final..."
The cameraman clumsyly took out his cell phone from his pocket and took a look, and continued, "3 minutes and 15 seconds, do you think your champion is a bit unworthy of his name?"
Mu Su's face, which was so unsightly that Mu Su's face drooped in an instant. He pushed the cameraman and said in a bad tone: "Where are you reporters? Which TV station? What's your name? Who are your leaders? Will you?
Talking? Can you speak!"
The cameraman was almost pushed off the camera and also got angry: "I think as a 100-meter sprint race, the real core should be the 10-person fair competition race, rather than starting to fight to the death, whoever survives will be the champion."
"good!"
"It's right."
"We have to watch the game, not the explosion."
“Fair play!”
The official website live broadcast page showed a lot of approval, and was drowned out by more rebuttals.
"Well said." Mu Su nodded with praise and nodded: "But this is still meaningless."
With eight storage rings in hand, a bright silver pistol appeared. Mu Su raised the gun and wanted to know about this guy who offended him.
"I'm sorry, I'm not good at hoping that Mr. Mu Su, you can forgive me."
The moment he raised the gun, the cameraman decisively lowered his head to apologize.
Mu Su looked at him suspiciously, put away his pistol and walked away with a proud look.
Carrying the camera of the cameraman, he took pictures of the corpses of the contestants at the starting point of the track, and turned to take pictures of the referee team who was talking quietly.
Back at the live broadcast room, Bai Yansong smiled and said, "Now the referee team has some headaches. Only Mu Su successfully completed the game, and the runner-up and third place cannot be decided."
A ranking list appeared among the two commentators, and Mu Su's ranking has risen from 96 to 18th place, and the effect of 10 points is immediate.
After waiting for a while, the referee team discussed the conclusion. Bai Yansong, who received the news, said: "After the referee team's judgment, I am called His Highness Rabbit and Archangel Raphael, the second and third. Congratulations to both of you!"
Huang Jianxiang nodded: "It is arranged in the order of death."
"I want to congratulate Mr. Huang Jianxiang."
Huang Jianxiang said curiously: "Congratulations on what I do?"
Bai Yansong laughed: "You bought 100 Hongjing Musu and won the victory now, but you have to treat you."
Huang Jianxiang coughed lightly and changed the topic: "Let's take a look at the exciting replay next. We will continue to broadcast the final of the 200-meter sprint of the Hell City Olympic Games for you later."
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As soon as Mu Su returned to the presidential suite, all his friends watching TV looked at him and smiled. Transparent Bridge shouted: "Why did you burn it?"
Mu Su didn't answer and wanted to go to the bathroom to wash it clean. Yin Xiang said deliberately loudly: "I thought you would fight nine, but it turned out that you were just lying on the ground and pretending to be dead."
Mu Su opened his eyes wide: "What are you pretending to be dead... This is called strategic fake death!"
"That's not going to be pretending to be dead."
Mu Su's face turned red, and blue veins bloomed on his forehead, arguing: "Strategic fake death cannot be considered pretending to be dead...fake death... playing tactical things, can it be called pretending?"
Then there are difficult words, such as "the field is the battlefield", "the winner is the king", etc., which make everyone laugh, and the presidential suite is full of joy.
Ka Lian came over and wanted to touch Mu Su but didn't dare to touch her. Her big eyes were crying.
"All burnt..."
Karen sucked his nose hard and blew out a small snot bubble when he exhale.
"Puchi"
Karen couldn't hold it in, and giggled himself like a fool, covering her stomach and giggling.
"It's okay, it can't be used anyway." Mu Su slapped his crotch, and charred fragments fell, revealing the undestructible shorts behind him.
He crept into the bathroom in a dark way, and the sound of water came out soon.
After laughing, Karen wanted to sneak in, but found that the door was locked from inside, and he bulged his mouth and felt depressed.
"After a while, Mu Su walked out of the bathroom. Everyone looked sideways and suddenly crashed into the dark eyes as deep as the sea. Those eyes, which were as deep as the center of the ocean, were determined and confused.
The complex temperament of the world. The face will slowly pass with the long river of time, but those eyes will always be so bright and clear. When his smile appears, it is like the rising sun; and when it is gloomy and deep, it is like a hidden behind the dark clouds
The sunlight that never stays.
"The tall and straight body simply surrounds the towel, and the wide chest is prominent. The twenty-four abdominal muscles make everyone swallow. Kalian, transparent bridge, smells the fragrance, and the cheeks are blushing, the eyebrows are springy, and the breathing becomes slightly rapid.
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"Jun Moxiao's eyes were full of jealousy and hatred, and his heart was full of reluctance. He thought to himself why Mu Su was so handsome, outstanding, intelligent and wise, but he was almost 50 and hadn't touched a woman's hand..."
Jun Moxiao's hands trembled uncontrollably, and his pale lips were no less. He knew very well what this was...
Chapter 3 of Mu Susu’s Biography!
"Please don't pretend to be a narrator to dub us, and hahaha..." Transparent bridge slapped the sofa cushion a few times and laughed: "And what the hell is the twenty-four pack abdominal muscles."
"And there is no me." Chi Shen rarely joined the topic and said with a smile.
As the few people sang and reunion, Mu Su shouted unwillingly: "I am the champion! Are you just welcomed a champion like this?"
Kalian touched Mu Su's wet hair on tiptoe.
"There is not even a medal." Transparent bridge said vaguely, chewing the snacks.
Speaking of Mu Su's pain, I don't know why there is no award ceremony or medal in the sports meet.
Mu Su sat in the empty sofa with a low voice, and Kalian followed him and squeezed over.
"Here." The transparent bridge on the right side next to the shoulder came with a bag of snacks, and asked without turning his head over the TV: "I'm just saying that your head explodes, why are you still alive?"
Mu Su Zide: "I am the son of fate, and I want to hurt my skin even if I am a bullet?"
"Speak human words."
"I got a life reward in the first round of the Death Championship."
"How is this..." Transparent Bridge thoughtful.
Two commentators on TV are introducing ten players in the 200-meter sprint.
Chapter completed!