Chapter 868 Are You Used to Bullying Me?

When Chiatu started running, he looked in the direction of Zhong Mo from time to time. He found that he was not only running slowly, but also protecting a Korean female star. He immediately sneered at him, thinking that what he did before was just bluffing and deliberately scaring him!

This is a serious competition, not a game!

Do you need to be a hero to save the beauty?

Have you given up?

But this idea only lasted for a few minutes before it was broken by Zhong Mo.

He looked at Zhong Mo carrying Song Ji Hyo on his back, swaying in front of him, and he looked relaxed, and his mentality exploded.

Do you have to be so perverted?

Are you used to bullying me?

Do you have any bottom line?

With red eyes and clenched teeth, he shouted viciously: "Zhong Mo, the competition has just begun. I'll see if you have any strength left in a while. Humph, this time the champion will definitely be mine!"

"Xiao Ji, you run so slowly, it's too damaging to your reputation as a marathon champion, right? How about I help you, I hold you, so that the two of us can rush through the finish line together, and it can be considered a tie, so that we don't come to Hong Kong happily, but leave in disgrace in the end, how about it?"

Zhong Mo still shouted in front of him without knowing whether to live or die.

"Get out of here, I don't need you to hold me, I can run by myself!"

Chia Tu's emotions became more and more unstable, and he felt that anger was constantly erupting from the bottom of his heart. He wanted to beat this man up and let him know how powerful he was!

I was held by him while running?

He was shameless, but I still had face!

"Since Xiaoji doesn't need me to hold her, do you want me to hold her? Run the whole marathon easily. Even if you can't win the championship, you can still win the runner-up, and you can get some bonus!"

Zhong Mo ran to the other black guys again, looking like he deserved a beating.

"Get out of here, we can run by ourselves!"

"You are so annoying!"

"Don't think you are acting very relaxed now, you won't be able to run in a while!"

...

The black guys were so angry that their teeth were itching, feeling that this man was getting thicker and thicker, and his bottom line was getting lower and lower.

We let you hold us to run the whole course?

Will we still have the face to participate in marathons in other cities in the future?

Zhong Mo sighed softly and turned his head, and his face just brushed against Song Ji Hyo's little mouth, as if she took the initiative to kiss his cheek, and he immediately felt the warmth and softness of her little mouth, and a faint fragrance.

Instantly, both of them were stunned.

The blush on Song Ji Hyo's face that had finally faded away surged up again. She waved her hands and whispered shyly, "Zhong, good brother, I, I didn't mean it, I..."

"It was obviously me who took advantage of you, why are you apologizing to me?"

Zhong Mo said with some laughter and tears.

"That, that..."

Song Ji Hyo's cheeks flushed and she was speechless for a while!

Yes!

Although it was just an accident, it was not her who benefited from it, so why should she apologize?

But why was her heart beating so fast?

"Ji Hyo, I'm giving you a task now!"

Zhong Mo quickly changed the subject.

"What task? Good brother!"

After Song Ji Hyo called him good brother, she had already gotten used to it. She had no psychological burden at all. Instead, she felt sweet, as if she had drunk honey!

Because according to her understanding, the women around Zhong Mo called him Zhong Mo brother, Xiao Mo, and husband, but no one called him good brother, so she was the only one!

"Cheer them up!"

Jong Mo whispered.

"Here, cheer them up?"

Song Ji Hyo was stunned at first, and almost went crazy.

Are you worried that these big black guys are not angry to death by you?

But what does this have to do with her?

As long as it is a task assigned by Zhong Mo, let alone just cheering, even if she is asked to roll on the spot, she will not hesitate!

"Come on, Chiatu, come on, foreign friends, come on, foreign friends..."

So, on the marathon track, many contestants and onlookers saw a shocking scene.

Jong Mo was running in front with Song Ji Hyo on his back, and Chiatu and the other 25 big black guys were following behind, and Song Ji Hyo kept turning her head to cheer for Chiatu and the others.

"What's going on here? Can Zhong Shen run so fast with Song Ji Hyo on his back? Is he so abnormal?"

"My Zhong Shen is indeed the devil of variety shows. He is not only strong, but also has so much physical strength. His woman must be very happy!"

"Are those black guys like Chiatu too weak? I thought they were good at running, but what happened? They were empty-handed and couldn't run faster than Zhong Shen who was carrying Song Ji Hyo. It seems that they are just rotten inside!"

"Alas, these black guys were all myths before!"

...

Many people started to talk about it, and their eyes looked at Chiatu and others with more and more contempt.

With this level, can he win the marathon championship?

Did he get it through the back door?

There is no way!

This is the impression that Zhong Mo gives everyone!

He can surpass Chiatu by more than ten meters with a woman on his back. If he goes light, he may be able to do the same!

Jiatu and the others saw Zhong Mo's intention from the beginning, which was to disrupt their plan and prevent them from maintaining sufficient physical strength in the later stage, so they did not waver even after hearing Zhong Mo's talk. However, Song Ji Xiao later helped them Come on, the comments from countless people around them gradually let them break through their defenses!

They kept saying in their hearts, "This is a conspiracy, this is a conspiracy, we must not be fooled!", but their speed continued to increase, hoping to catch up with the bastard Zhong Mo and humiliate him.

But what they didn't expect was that no matter how fast they ran, the distance between Zhong Mo and them was always about ten meters. This made Chiatu and the others feel like they knew Zhong Mo was right in front of them, but they never knew they were there. The feeling of not being able to catch up.

But Zhong Mo was not idle either.

When he passed the personal supply station, he still put Song Jixiao on the ground, drank a glass of water, and relaxed his calves.

He didn't feel tired, but Song Jixiao was carried like this all the time, and his calves tended to cramp easily.

"We, we're already a quarter of the way there?"

Song Ji Hyo roughly estimated the distance, but found that Zhong Mo actually carried her for about ten kilometers. Zhong Mo's face was slightly red, but there was not a drop of sweat. He was completely messed up.

Isn’t this physical strength too abundant?

No wonder there are so many women around him!

"Almost!"

Zhong Mo nodded, not caring about this at all!

He suddenly saw a figure flashing in front of him, his eyes lit up, and he shouted loudly.

"Reba, where are you running?"