Running Man Live, I'm Angkor

"Director, can't you make the car bigger?"

go!

"Go out and take a look. It's not quite right to hear this movement. They don't seem to be driving a taxi."

The four challengers who ran out of the lounge pushed open the door, all dumbfounded.

The student Chen Chichi, who suffered a car accident, was lying on the ground with his back to the sky. Cheng Handian, who was sliding forward with a big balloon, was irrigated by the fire extinguisher.

"Are we really taking the taxi qualification test today?"

"Pig, hurry up!" Li Chen pointed at Chen Chichi speechlessly, this guy is simply a black hole in the game. Shooting the running man is finished, and the challenger is also finished.

"Mother Chen, the car is too small."

In the first round, Cheng Han Dian won.

"Oh yeah!" Brother Monkey stood at the finish line and danced his butt dance.

Move Cha Cha, Move Cha Cha, Move Cha Cha, Cha Cha!

Mao was blown away by Chen Chichi's hatred, "Director, have you considered my feelings when you made such a small car?"

How difficult is running man, Wang Zulan is difficult and difficult.

Laughing without electricity, Wu Li lay on Bing Bing's shoulders, no energy at all.

Pig, this is a pig.

In the second round, Wu Li VS Li Chen!

"come on."

"Chen mom, be careful, that car is too small."

With the handlebars that Kankan can hold, and the wheels that can only be pedaled by lifting the knees down, this life-threatening taxi dashed towards the roadblock again.

"Accelerate, accelerate and rush past."

Cheng Handian shouted out his own experience.

Bang!

Wu Li, who is not heavy, successfully jumped over the obstacle and rushed towards the steep slope.

Chen Chichi can't see it, Li Chen hasn't come yet, he lost the last round, and this round will be over if he loses again.

I have to cause him some trouble.

"Hey, big brother, give me the ball and I'll help you. You two can go play poker, I'll just have myself in this place."

The air-filled balloons smashed into Wu Li one by one. It rained on Chen Chichi. A total of six balloons were thrown towards the ramp. After throwing the balls, the pig head grabbed the faucet and sprayed it into the sky. What are you doing, this thing is just spraying people.

"Chen Chichi, are you a pig?"

The high-pressure water faucet used to put out the fire rushed in front of him with icy water, and Wu Li's outer cover of the taxi flew into the sky in an instant, and the toy car under his butt fell to the side.

"Mother Chen, hurry up, you don't have the ball over there."

Bingbing laughed.

Netizens in the live broadcast room also burst into laughter.

Cheng Handian found out that something was wrong and wanted to come over to help, but was dragged in place by the big friend.

"Come on, Brother Chen."

"Big Black Bull, you can't win."

Wu Li, who got up again, wiped the cold water on his face, kicked his feet, and launched a charge.

"Be careful, he bumped into it."

The children's car that collided with each other fell diagonally to the ground, and the staff of the program team were all dumbfounded.

"Brother Chen, you can't do it."

"Wu Li, it's not that easy to win against me."

The eyes that met each other in an instant, full of fighting spirit, our anchor suddenly burst into a smile when he was about to say two more harsh words.

"What are you laughing at?" The big black cow was stunned.

Wu Li pointed to his stroller and said, "See for yourself, 886, I'll go first."

Because hitting the handlebar at a right angle is like a rooster with a broken neck. Unlike a rooster, the neck can still be tilted when the chicken is dead, but the handlebar can't be tilted when the handlebar is crooked.

"Wu Li, I hate you."

After three kicks and two kicks, Wu Li, who finally reached the finish line, looked at the director triumphantly, "Aren't we going to do the third round?"

"No." The director said it very clearly, "Three rounds, whoever wins will get the qualification certificate."

"Didn't you just say that you can win two out of three games?"

Ok!

The director's words are never out of his mouth. For a show that has no script and depends entirely on the free play of the host, the gods and horses are all clouds.