Running Man's Entertainment Life

Chapter 280 Mission Location
"Director Lu, don't you care about Chen Mu and Chen Chichi?"

Tao Li, one of the field guides, looked at Chen Chichi and Chen Mu who were leaping in and out of the pavilion with a headache. The drizzle that was falling from the sky had already soaked their clothes.

Lu Hao lightly sipped the hot tea, which was rare in this weather, and looked at the rainy scenery of the surrounding West Lake, the mountains shrouded in clouds and mist, and the unattainable handsome peaks.

"If you don't have a bit of vigor, is that still a young man?" Lu Hao's breath was indifferent, close to nature, if he changed into a noble and upright clothes, he would be a Taoist who sees through the world of mortals.

Tao Li had no choice but to watch the laughter and laughter on the field silently, feeling sad, maybe he was old and couldn't keep up with the times!
"It's time for you to exercise, Chi Chi."

Hearing the footsteps that stopped behind him, Chen Mu untied his rain-soaked hair, turned around and said without blushing.

Behind Chen Mu, Chen Chichi couldn't tell whether it was sweat or rain on his forehead. He breathed heavily for air, looked at Chen Mu with reddish eyes, leaned on his trembling legs with both hands, and said through gritted teeth: "Chen Mu, you actually recorded, it's too bad!"

"You've said that a hundred times!"

Chen Mu rolled his eyes, feeling very helpless, and immediately said with difficulty: "Also, you obviously ordered it yourself, why blame me, I didn't want to let it go."

Chen Mu's expression is very innocent, pure like an honest child.

"you"

Chen Chichi wanted to cry but had no tears to say.

However, this fault must be placed on Chen Mu.

Chen Mu looked at Chen Chichi's embarrassed appearance, and said, "Stop chasing me, okay?"

Chen Chichi looked at the long distance between him and Chen Mu, lowered his head and waved his hands with a sigh, expressing that he was very tired and would not pursue Chen Mu anymore!
Lu Hao also got up at this time and said: "Everyone is here, let's start recording!"

Hearing this, Chen Mu and Chen Chichi looked at each other, and immediately shook hands and made peace, sharing the same hatred.

Lu Hao turned a blind eye to this, showing a calm temperament, and said: "The location of your mission is Hangzhou Lingyan Memorial Hall, which is not far from here."

Chen Mu raised his eyebrows, and asked very tangled: "Director Lu, I've always wanted to ask you a question, why do you always ask us to gather at a place where we don't want to do it?"

Chen Mu glanced at the surrounding hills and pavilions, and the path was long and tangled.

"Where are there so many questions, gather at eight o'clock and start recording."

Lu Hao remained expressionless, avoiding answering Chen Mu's question, and led the staff of the program team to turn away under the resentful gazes of the men's running team members.

The deployment of equipment at Hangzhou Lingyan Memorial Hall still needs time to check and confirm safety. Although it has been checked before, it is the final confirmation before recording.

Chen Mu didn't understand the inside story, he held his chin, looked suspiciously at Lu Hao's leaving back, and guessed in a low voice: "Why do I always feel that Director Lu is deliberately tricking us?"

"I think so too." Chen Chichi completely gave up the unpleasant things with Chen Mu, and said indignantly that he and Chen Mu shared the same hatred.

Lu Hao and other directors left under the rainy weather with their staff holding umbrellas, leaving behind the photographers who followed the members of the men's running team to gather together, accompanied by Chen Mu and others.

The spring rain drives the breeze, blowing across the lake and sweeping up the mountains.

Qianqian and Chen Xi were taken care of by Wang Jie, and Chen Mu felt relieved. Wang Jie was kind and careful, but Chen Mu was not worried about Qianqian and the others.

"This time the show is being recorded, there should be no special status!"

Deng Chao said with a smile on his face, his eyes swept across the crowd without a trace, and a ray of light flashed in his eyes.

In the recordings of the previous episodes, almost all special identities appeared, which made Deng Chao miserable.

In this issue, Deng Chao absolutely does not allow such a thing to happen.

Not only Deng Chao, but others also think so.

As the distance from Hangzhou Lingyan Memorial Hall got closer, the eye contact and temptations between the people also increased, and the atmosphere gradually became weird.

"Chen Mu, I remember that you seemed to be a traitor in the second period!" Deng Chao turned to mention Chen Mu, and asked with a very direct word with a smile.

While speaking, Deng Chao looked into Chen Mu's eyes very intently, as if he was looking for something.

In the end, he found nothing, did not find what he wanted to find.

Chen Mu glanced suspiciously at Deng Chao, then looked at the other people who tacitly stayed away from him, his eyes twitched, and he said angrily: "Brother Chao, this mission hasn't started yet, you just framed me like this, it's not good Bar!"

"and."

The corner of Chen Mu's mouth was slowly outlined, he smiled at Deng Chao, and said with deep meaning in his eyes: "It's not just written in books."

Li Chen and the others stayed away from Deng Chao again, their eyes were vigilant, they didn't know who to trust.

Chen Mu has a criminal record, and Deng Chao also has a criminal record.

Neither man's credit is trustworthy.

"I think what Chen Mu said makes sense. Our mission has not been clarified yet. There is no need to start hurting each other now. It is too early to say whether there is a traitor or not."

Wang Zulan came out and said very seriously.

"Then go and see what the task is." Everyone pondered for a while and said in unison.

Even so, everyone became more vigilant.

They can't believe anyone now, only themselves.

"Brother Chao, you're either idle or you have a problem." Seeing the gradually weird atmosphere around him, Chen Mu said angrily.

"Chen Mu, why do you always imply that there is no traitor?" Deng Chao had a serious expression, fully expressing his doubts about Chen Mu.

Chen Mu was anxious, and said, "Deng Chao, have we ever had a feud? Why do you doubt me so much?"

"No, you're a little weird."

Deng Chao shook his head and said very seriously.

Chen Mu's face darkened slightly, and he ignored Deng Chao, this guy was definitely doing it on purpose.

Hangzhou Lingyan Memorial Hall.

In the long 5000 years of China, there is a history book that has been handed down since the beginning of China.

Its pages and paper have long been corroded by the years, with a strong yellow color, and the fonts on many papers have been blurred to the extreme, making it impossible for Huaxia's current technology to determine the exact meaning of the fonts.

The only thing that makes the people of China rejoice is that the history books are not like other books in ancient times, and they are not broken into ashes with a light touch or a light blow of the wind.

Its texture is very hard, even after thousands of years, it still stands in the wind and rain.

In the history books, there are records of the demeanor of great emperors from ancient times to the present, the lofty aspirations of peerless swordsmen, and the strokes of famous poets.

The mountains and rivers portrayed are as beautiful as picturesque.

Hangzhou Lingyan Memorial Hall is famous for it.

The history books were originally sealed in the deepest part of the Lingyan Memorial Hall, and were protected with the most advanced and safe methods.

This history book is the oldest commemorative book handed down in China, and now there is only this book.

And its rubbings are left in the hall on the first floor of Lingyan Memorial Hall, surrounded by bulletproof glass, so that passers-by can watch it.

Hangzhou Lingyan Memorial Hall has three buildings, the whole body is white and flawless, shining golden light in the sun.

Their interior decoration is rich, classical and elegant, which is eye-catching.

Under the washing of the rain, the members of the men's running team also came slowly, looking at the statues of the ancients outside the memorial hall, admiring them.

(End of this chapter)