Chapter 867 Too Smooth and Slippery

In fact, there are no strict requirements for marathon competitions.

After all, this is a kind of national sport, and you don’t need to have a perfect or standard posture!

As long as you can run the whole course, it’s fine. Even if you don’t run, you can crawl to the end. So many contestants will help their acquaintances to finish the course when they see that they can’t run, but it’s rare to see a contestant carrying another contestant on his back. ,

After all, this is more or less a kind of competition, with wins and losses. How can you win the championship by carrying someone on your back?

Do you think this is playing house?

Zhong Mo turned his head and showed her two rows of white teeth, smiling brightly: "Yes, I will carry you for ten minutes, and then you continue to run, so that you won’t be unable to run!"

"Mr. Zhong, oh, no, good brother, this is still unnecessary. I will run if I can, and forget it if I can’t. I just want to participate. You still have to win the championship. Don’t ruin your big plan because of me!"

Song Ji Hyo waved her hand quickly and refused politely.

"Do you think I can't win the championship with you on my back? You underestimate my strength, don't you?"

Zhong Mo stood up straight, blew a breath of hot air gently in her ear, and whispered, "And carrying you on my back is also part of my plan, which is to completely defeat them, so you don't have to worry about me."

"Besides, if I feel that I can't win the championship with you on my back, I will definitely put you down!"

Song Ji Hyo only felt the hot air he sprayed out lingering in her ears, and her whole ears instantly became pink and tender, playful and cute, and her delicate body trembled slightly, almost falling into his arms.

Why can't she bear his simple action?

"Well, since my good brother said so, then, I'll listen to you!"

She didn't know what she was saying.

Zhong Mo bent down again and let Song Ji Hyo lie on his back.

He wanted to hug the other's calves, but because Song Ji Hyo slid down a little, his two hands suddenly hugged the other's round, plump, tight and elastic thighs.

Song Ji Hyo moaned, her face getting hotter than before, and her breathing became more rapid.

Thighs are a relatively private area, and Zhong Mo's fingers actually reached into her sports shorts. His slightly rough fingers brushed across the delicate skin of her thighs, giving her an electric shock. She lay on Zhong Mo's back like a puddle of water, not daring to move.

Zhong Mo was also a little confused!

He really didn't want to take advantage of Song Ji Hyo, and now they were in a marathon, so even if he wanted to take advantage, he wouldn't get anything. It would be better to go back to the hotel and take advantage of her as he wanted. But who would have thought that Song Ji Hyo's sports shorts were so short, and his fingers just went in a little bit, and almost touched some parts!

Not to mention, Song Ji Hyo is a model, these two long legs feel really good to touch!

"Well, hold my neck. Your legs are too smooth and too slippery to hold!"

Zhong Mo quickly moved his restless fingers away.

"Oh, I, I know!"

Song Ji Hyo quickly hugged Zhong Mo's neck, her little face was still rosy, looking charming and cute!

She knew Zhong Mo was not lying!

She was worried about getting tanned, so she just applied a lot of sunscreen, body lotion, etc. on her body, so it was really smooth.

"Hey, Brother Zhong, aren't you going to run for the championship? This..."

When Zhong Mo was about to sprint, Peng Yuyan ran up to him and was shocked by his coquettish operation.

Brother Zhong is worthy of being Brother Zhong. He didn't forget to pick up girls while running a marathon!

He is worthy of being a role model for my generation!

But can you still win the championship with a big Korean star on your back?

Zhong Mo turned his head and glanced at him, and asked curiously: "Hey, Yuyan, why are you still here?"

"I, I just want to see if there is anything I can help with!"

Peng Yuyan had already run out, and seeing Zhong Mo dragging Song Ji Hyo here and dawdling for a long time, he returned after not running a few meters.

In his opinion, it doesn't matter whether he can get a ranking or not, as long as he can help Zhong Mo win the championship!

Zhong Mo looked at Peng Yuyan's sincere eyes, then pulled out his right hand, patted his shoulder, and laughed: "It's just carrying a woman, this weight is not difficult for me, but how is your level?"

"Brother Zhong, you also know that I used to be an extra, and I have a lot of free time, so I often run around the streets, so the full marathon is not very difficult for me!"

Peng Yuyan answered confidently.

"In that case, then I will give you a task!"

Zhong Mo thought about it and answered.

"Don't worry about me, just try to get into the top ten, how about that?"

"What? Get into the top ten? This, this..."

Peng Yuyan was stunned instantly.

Isn't this too difficult?

I used to be just an extra, not a dedicated marathon team member!

"Don't count those big black guys!"

Zhong Mo added.

"Oh, I can give this a try!"

Peng Yuyan immediately felt much more relaxed.

If those 25 big black guys were counted, he wouldn't be able to get into the top ten even if he was riding on a hot wheel!

"Then hurry up and act according to your plan, don't worry about me!"

Zhong Mo waved at him, so that he wouldn't continue to sway in front of him!

Peng Yuyan was originally worried that Zhong Mo would not be able to run a few steps with Song Ji Hyo on his back, but later he saw that he was carrying a living person, as if walking on flat ground, and his running speed was no slower than his own. He knew that he was worrying too much, so he took two long steps and started running forward.

Zhong Mo saw that Peng Yuyan had run fifty or sixty meters away, then turned his head and looked at Song Ji Hyo on his back, and laughed: "Ji Hyo, we have to speed up too, hold my neck tightly, don't fall off!"

Song Ji Hyo heard this, and her hands increased some strength, and the two full lumps on her chest were tightly pressed against Zhong Mo's back.

Zhong Mo took a deep breath and muttered to himself.

Can eating kimchi make your breasts bigger?

This scale is really not small, almost catching up with the Northwest girl Reba!

He suddenly accelerated and sprinted, instantly catching up with the dark-skinned guys like Chiatu who were only 30 or 40 meters away from him. He turned his head and showed him a surprised expression: "Little Chicken, why are you running so slowly? Did you do too much exercise last night and your body is too weak? Oh my, how can you win the championship?"

"What? You, you, you..."

Chiatu and the dark-skinned guys almost went crazy when they saw Zhong Mo carrying a woman on his back and running ahead of them.