The other host standing at the finish line felt his eyes dazzled. A young man with a handsome face wearing a moon-white brocade robe appeared in front of him with his arms around a girl in a purple dress. The two of them
The man's clothes were elegant and his movements were graceful, as if he were a god descending from the sky. His temperament was noble and his expression was indifferent as he appeared in front of him.
"You..." The host was stunned for a moment and pointed at the two of them with one finger for a long time without saying a word. This was the first time in so many years that he saw someone sharing the joys and sorrows of this project.
Finished the race so gracefully, calmly and quickly.
Zhishan looked at the host with a pair of delicate eyebrows, frowned slightly, and then said to him in a cold voice: "We are number one."
"Yes! Yes yes yes!!" The host immediately came to his senses, picked up a brush and wrote down on the paper, and raised his head and asked: "May I ask what your number plates are??"
"Number 29!!" Hua Weiluo replied with a smile.
"Okay... okay..." The host immediately wrote the three characters "twenty-nine" in the first position on the rice paper.
"Senior sister——!! We are here!!" Just after they registered their number plates, Zhizhen ducked out of the way and appeared in front of them, dragging Zhimei, who was already frothing at the mouth and fainted.
"This is..." The host looked at the two grown men who suddenly appeared in front of him with a confused look on his face.
"We are in second place!! The number plate is No. 30!!" Zhizhen said loudly and gruffly towards the host.
"Uh..." Although the host was full of confusion, looking at Zhizhen's burly figure, he still wrote the word "thirty" on the second place on the rice paper with his trembling hands.
"Hey, Junior Brother Zhizhen, you guys are pretty fast too!!" Hua Weiluo turned around and looked at Zhizhen's sweating profusely, and then looked at Zhimei's expression that was about to vomit blood, and couldn't help but wonder:
“Junior Brother Zhimei, what’s going on??”
"I'm not sure either!!" Zhizhen said harshly towards Hua Weiluo: "When Junior Brother Zhimei first started running, he complained that his legs were weak and couldn't run. After running for a while, he said that he was dizzy. I saw him like this
His condition was really bad. If we continued like this, we would be eliminated, so I pinched his jaw hard to cheer him up. Who would have thought that he would immediately foam at the mouth and fall unconscious?
It’s a matter of personnel…”
"But...then..." Hua Weiluo looked at the two of them with black lines on his head, and couldn't help but feel sorry for Junior Brother Zhimei.
"Then I carried Junior Brother Zhimei over." Zhizhen gasped for air and said depressedly: "I didn't expect that this guy looks so thin on weekdays, but it's quite heavy to carry..."
"Junior Brother Zhizhen, you...carried him all the way here??" Hua Weiluo couldn't help but ask, looking at his sweaty face.
"Yes!!" Zhizhen nodded and reached out to wipe the sweat from his head.
"Why not...use Qing Gong??" Hua Weiluo turned around and glanced at Zhishan, who had a calm face, and continued to ask Zhizhen.
"Ah??" Zhizhen was slightly startled and said seriously: "Isn't this a running competition??"
"Haha...yes, yes..." Hua Weiluo smiled awkwardly, gave him a thumbs up and said, "Junior brother is awesome!!"
