Mu Su went through the corpses one by one to pick up the storage rings, and then walked to the finish line calmly.
Mu Su touched the line with cheers, and then slipped towards the waiting point. He was now like a human-shaped piece of black coal, and he could only be embarrassed if he stayed here.
Halfway through, he came up with the cameraman's camera to interview him.
"Who should I 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 in the first Olympic Games. What do you think?"
Musu quickly followed the example of a normal athlete, put his hands on his hips and panted slightly: "I feel like... I feel like they fell down before I even put in any effort."
The cameraman asked another very pointed question: "Mr. Mu Su, the current Olympic record for the 100-meter dash is 9 seconds 22, and in the final you actually spent..."
The cameraman awkwardly took out his cell phone from his pocket, took a look at it, and continued: "3 minutes and 15 seconds, do you feel that your title as champion is somewhat unworthy of your reputation?"
Mu Su's dark face suddenly drooped with an unclear expression. He pushed the cameraman up and down and said in a bad tone: "Where are you a reporter? Which TV station? What is your name? Who is your leader? Is that possible?
Speak? Can you speak?"
The cameraman was almost pushed off the camera and lost his temper: "I think that as a 100-meter dash competition, the real core should be a fair competition among ten people, rather than a life-or-death fight at the beginning. Whoever survives will be the champion."
"good!"
"That's right."
"We want to watch the game, not the explosion."
"Fair play!"
There was a burst of approval on the official live broadcast page, and then was drowned out by more rebuttals.
"Well said." Mu Su nodded with approval: "But it's still meaningless."
The palm with eight storage rings was held empty, and a bright silver pistol appeared. Mu Su raised the muzzle of the gun, wanting to understand the guy who had offended him.
"I'm sorry, it's my fault. I hope you can forgive me, Mr. Musu."
The moment the gun was raised, the cameraman bowed his head and apologized decisively.
Mu Su looked at it suspiciously, put away his pistol and walked away proudly.
The camera carrying the cameraman took a picture of the bodies of the contestants at the starting point of the track, and then turned to take a picture of the referee team who were discussing quietly.
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 ranking list appeared between the two commentators, on which Mu Su's ranking had risen from 96th to 18th. The effect of 10 points was immediate.
After waiting for a while, the referee team discussed and came to a conclusion. After receiving the news, Bai Yansong said: "After the referee team's decision, His Highness Rabbit and Archangel Raphael ranked second and third. Congratulations to both of them!"
Huang Jianxiang nodded: "They are arranged in order of death."
"Speaking of which, I also want to congratulate Teacher Huang Jianxiang."
Huang Jianxiang asked curiously: "What can I do to congratulate you?"
Bai Yansong laughed: "You bought 100 red crystal musu to win and now you have won the bet, but you have to treat me."
Huang Jianxiang coughed lightly and changed the subject: "Let's watch the highlight replay next. Later we will continue to live broadcast the 200-meter dash final of the Hell City Olympic Games for you."
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As soon as Mu Su returned to the presidential suite, all his companions watching TV looked at him and laughed. Transparent Bridge shouted: "Why did you get burned?"
Mu Su didn't answer, and wanted to go to the bathroom to clean up. After smelling the fragrance, he deliberately said loudly: "I thought you were going to beat nine to one, but it turns out 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 suspended animation!"
"Then it's better to pretend to be dead."
Mu Su's face turned red, and the veins on his forehead popped out, and he argued: "Strategic feigning death cannot be considered pretending to be dead... fake death... can it be called pretending if it is a matter of tactics?"
Then came some unintelligible words, such as "the field is the battlefield" and "the winner takes all", etc., which caused everyone to burst into laughter, and the presidential suite was filled with a happy atmosphere.
Kallen came closer, looking like she wanted to touch Mu Su but didn't dare to, her big eyes were filled with tears.
"It's all burnt..."
Karen sucked her nose hard and blew out a small bubble of snot when she exhaled.
"Pfft——"
Karen couldn't hold it in, she held her stomach like an idiot and giggled to herself.
"It's okay, it can't be used anyway." Mu Su slapped his crotch, and the charred pieces fell down, revealing the indestructible shorts behind.
He sneaked into the bathroom in the dark, and soon the sound of running water could be heard from there.
After laughing, Kallen wanted to sneak in, but found that the door was locked from the inside. She puffed her mouth and felt unhappy.
"After a while, Mu Su walked out of the bathroom. Everyone looked sideways and suddenly ran into the black eyes as deep as the sea. Those eyes were as deep and vast as the depths of the ocean, with determination and confusion.
The complex atmosphere
His quality and appearance will slowly pass with the long river of time, but those eyes will always be so bright and clear. When his smile emerges, it is like the sun bursting out; when he is gloomy and deep, it is like the sun that cannot be hidden behind the dark clouds.
sunlight.
"The tall and straight body was simply wrapped with a towel, and the broad chest was highlighted, and the twenty-four-pack abdominal muscles made everyone secretly swallow their saliva. Kallen, Transparent Bridge, smelling the fragrance, several people's cheeks were blushing, their eyebrows were full of spring, and their breathing was slightly quickened.
"
"Jun Moxiao's eyes were full of jealousy, and his heart was full of unwillingness. He wondered why Mu Su was so handsome, outstanding, intelligent and wise, but he was almost 50 and had never touched a woman's hand..."
Lord Grim's hands were trembling uncontrollably, and his pale lips were noisy. He knew very well what this was...
Chapter 3 of Mu Susu's Biography!
"Please don't pretend to be a narrator and dub us, and hahahaha..." Transparent Bridge patted the sofa cushions a few times and laughed: "And what the hell are twenty-four pack abs?"
"And there is no me." Chi Shen rarely joined the conversation and said with a smile.
Several people sang together, and Mu Su shouted unwillingly: "I am the champion! Are you just going to welcome a champion like this!"
Kallen stood on tiptoe and touched Mu Su's wet hair.
"Not even a medal." Transparent Qiao said vaguely while chewing snacks.
This speaks of Mu Su's pain. I don't know why there was no award ceremony or medals at the sports meeting.
Mu Su whispered and sat in the empty space on the sofa, followed closely by Kallen who squeezed in.
"Here." 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: "I saw your head exploded, how come you are still alive?"
Mu Su said proudly: "I am the child of destiny, but a mere bullet wants to damage my body?"
"Speak humanly."
"I was rewarded with a life in the first round of the Death Tournament."
"Is that so..." Transparent Bridge was thoughtful.
On the TV, two commentators were introducing the ten runners of the 200-meter dash.
Mu Su let out a long sigh of relief. After playing the monkey show for a long time, he was finally able to look at other monkeys.
