Running Man's Entertainment Life

Chapter 391 Finally Found an Organization [Part [-]]

"Why are you so fast?"

Chen Mu didn't have time to chew the delicacy in his mouth, so he opened his eyes wide and said.

Chen Mu thought that he was the fastest to complete the task, and he had received the favor of the heavens, and he was already sure of winning. He never thought that An Jiahui would finish the task soon.

If he had known that someone could keep up with his speed, Chen Mu would not be so promiscuous, what kind of snacks would he eat!
"Don't you have a Chinese dish name?"

When Chen Mu thought of his two-country menu, he couldn't help feeling envious and jealous, and said.

"Yes, I have."

An Jiahui explained seriously.

"Miss An, your spicy fried rice cakes and fruit ice are ready!" The owner of the snack bar personally presented the snacks to An Jiahui, and said with fanatical eyes.

"Thank you!"

An Jiahui nodded her thanks, and the slight smile on the corner of her mouth made everyone dazzled and intoxicated.

Only Chen Mu looked at the snacks in his hand, then looked up at the fried rice cakes and fruit ice in An Jiahui's hands, and twitched his lips.

Hehe, boss, do you want to be so snobbish?

Under Chen Mu's envious and resentful eyes, An Jiahui held the snack in her slender hand, picked up chopsticks, put a piece of spicy fried rice cake in her delicate lips, chewed it gently, and said to Chen Mu: "What did you just say? Oh, the name of Huaxia dish ,I have it too."

While speaking, An Jiahui pursed her lips and took a breath of cool air. Obviously, she was so hot that she took a sip of the fruit ice and said, "Although I don't know Chinese characters, my fans are very enthusiastic."

Chen Mu thought about the arduous process of his painful struggle, and sighed lightly, what else could he say?

"By the way, you've finished a lot, do you need help?" An Jiahui asked proudly, sucking on the fruit ice.

"no need!"

Chen Mu waved his hands in despair, even the snacks in his hand became tasteless.

Thinking about the punishment for mission failure, that kind of grass-green unknown liquid, Chen Mu's face faintly turned blue, he greeted the photographer, and immediately bid farewell to An Jiahui and left.

Terrible, terrible!

"What the hell."

An Jiahui stared blankly at Chen Mu, who seemed to have been beaten to death, and thought deeply about what she said wrong?

No!
"really weird."

An Jiahui tapped Zhenshou with her slender hand, pursed her lips, then looked at the owner of the snack bar, and said with a smile on her face, "Boss, do you have Athena's Holy Grail?"

"Have!"

The boss turned around and took out a palm-sized strawberry cake from behind. Various fruits were decorated in the shape of a holy grail, which looked quite appetizing.

"However, there is a challenge to complete to eat this snack."

"Okay, thank you boss."

At the same time, Chen Mu also rushed out of Myeongdong Snack Street, walked on the edge, and kept inquiring about the gourmet snacks for his mission.

The sky is dark and the wild is vast, and Grandpa Cangtian will soon appear.

Huh~, something seems wrong, is that the slogan?
Forget it, forget it!

Chen Mu's long legs kicked off the ground like flying scud, leaving behind the photographer who was carrying a camera and carrying snacks with a confused look on his face.

Why are you running up again? I just took a break. Don’t play with me like this. The photographer is not a human being!

"Director Lu."

The photographer had no choice but to cry for help in frustration, saying: "I'm bored!"

Lu Hao, who was wearing earphones, was startled when he heard the words, and said through gritted teeth, "Change Chen Mu to another photographer."

"How can Chen Mu, a dead boy, be able to run so fast today? Did he take gunpowder?"

After issuing the order, Lu Hao was full of worries.

If this goes on like this, without a running professional, they will not be able to keep up with Chen Mu's speed!
The second and third level athletes are not enough to watch!
Level one, a contestant of that level can be a photographer for this dead boy, it's exhausting.

Net problems.

Chen Mu, who didn't understand Lu Hao's thinking at all, seemed to be running around tirelessly, stopping sometimes to inquire about snacks.

After the great increase in physical ability, although there is no change in speed, Chen Mu's long-lasting physical strength has been greatly enhanced, and he feels relaxed all over, and it is difficult to feel tired.

Near Myeongdong.

"What was that whoosh past just now?"

Chen Chichi gnawed on the egg roll, looked blankly at the fleeting black shadow outside the glass shop, and muttered to himself, "It seems to be that guy Chen Mu."

"Chen Mu?"

Deng Chao raised his head from a tomato and egg fried rice, rice grains still stuck to the corner of his mouth.

However, the difference from the original is that at this moment, Deng Chao's lips are plump and shiny, rippling with an intoxicating red color, and even his eyes have become red and red, as if he is ready to cry at any time.

The constant Siha voice sounded from his mouth, and Deng Chao said with tears in his eyes, "Where is it?"

Chen Chichi looked back, burst out laughing, his fat face wrinkled into a flower, and said, "Brother Chao, I thought it was hard work for him to do the task. But you eat spicy millet as spicy sticks, and I'm very upset." I admire it, hahaha"

"Chen Chichi, don't gloat."

Deng Chao clutched his forehead in pain, the hot tide continuously rose from his body to the top of his head, sweating profusely.

"Old Dengtou, the temperature in your body is probably higher than the weather outside now, hahaha." Chen Chichi continued to gloat, but still asked the waiter for a glass of iced milk and Yakult.

The best way to relieve spicy food is milk drinks, which can effectively eliminate the pain of spicy food.

"Forget it!"

Deng Chao endured the tears that came out of his eyes, and stuck out his tongue and said, "The program group is getting more and more excessive now, how do I know that the spicy noodles will be full of millet spicy, hiss~ hiss~ hiss."

"By the way, did you just say Chen Mu?"

Deng Chao took the milk handed over by the waiter, gulped it down, relieved the spiciness, and asked.

"Well, there was a person running over just now, I think it looks like Chen Mu."

Chen Chichi looked at the flow of people coming and going outside the window, frowned and said, "It should be right, but why is Chen Mu running like he was kicked out by a dog?"

"Ok?"

Deng Chao lay on the edge of the window, looked around with red eyes, and asked in surprise, "Where is Chen Muren?"

"I ran over a long time ago, didn't you hear me?"

Chen Chichi said angrily: "Old Dengtou, are your brains confused or are you really old!"

Deng Chao withdrew his gaze, and complained, "What is he doing so fast? You and I can't even come over here to say hello."

Chen Chichi immediately nodded in agreement, and said with deep feeling: "That's right, as a junior, Mrs. Chen Mu is too rude!"

Deng Chao glanced at Chen Chichi, and Siha breathed out, "Chen Mu is your senior, not your junior."

"Forehead"

It was only then that Chen Chichi remembered that although Chen Mu was much younger than him, he did make his debut earlier than him!
Mom sells batches!
Chen Chichi was speechless, and then forced a laugh and said, "Then Chen Mu is also your junior!"

Deng Chao touched his chin, raised his red eyes, and said, "That's true."

Chen Chichi twitched the corner of his mouth.

The resentment from the younger generation rose from the body.

"Old Dengtou, Chi Chi, you two are here too!"

(End of this chapter)