Forty-eight seconds.
Director: "3...2...1, snap!"
When the director counted to one, Chen Muyang jumped up with an embarrassed face.
The whistle blew and the first round ended.
The captured image is displayed on the big screen.
Everyone in the picture was huddled together, with Big Black Bull's hand on the little cheetah's face.
Xu Zheng's boiled egg head was raised high, already like a painting, and his expression was quite ferocious.
The three girls huddled together, looking as if no one wanted to be on camera.
Wang Baoqiang had a foundation in martial arts, so he broke through the encirclement and entered the painting with his teeth bared.
Zhou Sen was too small and squeezed in the middle and couldn't see anything.
The first round is over.
The director announced: "Xu Zheng, Wang Baoqiang, and Chen Muyang have completed their mission."
Take a short break.
"Brother Chen, Brother Kai, what are you two doing? Hahaha, look at your expressions, it's like someone kicked you." Chen Muyang stepped on the acupressure mat as if it were flat ground.
"Mu Yang, are you numb in your feet? Why don't you cry out in pain?" The big black bull stared with his eyes, panting.
"No, I can't do it anymore. It hurts too much." The little cheetah ran out of the acupressure mat area and shook his feet.
"That's right, why doesn't it hurt?" Big Baby sat down on the acupressure mat, back to back with Song Yuqi and Bai Lu, relaxing his feet.
"I'm from the country, so I'm thick-skinned." Chen Muyang spread his hands.
"His kung fu is better than Baoqiang's, and his endurance is no problem at all." Xu Zheng said.
The director blew the whistle: "Ready!"
"start!"
The second round continues.
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