Intentionally or unintentionally, they will take two photos of the young man who is smiling very brightly in the camera.

Although I know that he can't be among the people who win the championship, it is still quite inspiring to put it in the photos of the East Malaysia race.

A team of professional and ordinary athletes ran over.

The amateur and not ordinary team of citizens came over immediately.

Good guys, the contestants of the Japanese Kingdom, they have no bottom line than the fancy costumes in the capital marathon.

A purebred Super Saiyan ran over, followed by a Samurai from Nagoya.

Clankle Cat is followed by a mecha warrior,

A man dressed up in a cone of crotch cloth,

There was only a transparent raincoat hanging on his body.

Hehe, the spicy eyes can't bear to look directly.

The unimaginable indulgence of office workers.

A bizarre and serious Tokyo is displayed in front of the eyes of people from all over the world.

The people of the world were stunned, but the people of Chinese were in a state of understanding it...... It's no wonder.

It's just that Bei Jun looked at Gu Zheng's back, and there was only one request: "Idol! Don't lose to the neurotic!"

This bear child......

Gu Zheng in the crowd rolled his eyes and quickly increased his speed by three points.

According to the directions on the route, the group was about to pass the first obvious classic building.

It is the Imperial Palace, which is located near Tokyo Station, and is also the residence of His Majesty the Emperor of the Wa Kingdom.

There is a traditional double bridge made in imitation of the Tang Dynasty, a very old bridge with two consecutive curved arches as a base.

With the dense green trees, the imperial palace with blue tiles and white walls is quite a bit of the mansion of the royal nobles in the Tang Dynasty.

When passing through this area, Gu Zheng thought that time and space were slightly stagnant, if it weren't for some small differences in details, he would have suddenly understood the scenery here.

This is not the Tang Dynasty in his heart.

In addition to the ancient capital of Chang'an, there are few traces of that time in today's China.

What a pity.

This kind of regret has become a kind of Gu Zheng's heart, and he can't vent it in his heart, so it becomes a non-stop motivation under his feet.

Run, Gu Zheng.

Passing through the gathering place of the charming geisha of the old era, passing by the rhythm of the gaudy costumes, tall clogs, small steps, and charming gestures...... The old days of the Wa Kingdom.

Leaving behind Asakusa, which is still a bluestone road in the middle of Tokyo, we finally arrived at Tokyo Ginza, where we were halfway through the course and pulled professional and amateur players apart.

Here, the smell of gunpowder instantly became a little stronger.

The dozens of athletes in the first phalanx who did not open the gap all sparked in the collision of eyes.

It's time for them to get a glimpse of the energy of the African brothers, and a battle for endurance is officially underway.

With the four-man phalanx of Ethiopia as the beginning of the battle horn, Morocco, Kenya, and Cameroon were not to be outdone, allowing the good players of other countries to truly see what is called the endurance of the African antelope.

But when they started to speed up, they were surprised to find that there was a yellow figure, a particularly fair-skinned man who was compared by their team, burying his head and pretending to be invisible to others, blending in the team, and rushing forward with them.

Brother, who are you?

The face of this young man is undoubtedly unfamiliar to those players who often appear on the international stage.

But everyone was just surprised, and the people around him looked at it twice at most, and they didn't pay attention.

There are a lot of Asians like this, especially in the East Malaysia race.

It seems that the organizing committee of East Malaysia deliberately gave a bonus to the Japanese athletes themselves.

If you can win the Asian category, you will have a separate reward.

Rest assured, such people will be ruthlessly thrown away by them in the second half.

The momentary contempt made Gu Zheng come alive in the middle and late stages.

The other players who participated in the game with him were not so lucky, because of physical fitness, they had been squeezed into the middle and rear of the entire team.

For the first time, the good players of the national team understood what kind of level the genius outside the system described by their leader with a complex tone.

Dizzy, where is this to play tickets? This is clearly playing with life.

In the first half of the race, no one knew better than their group of Gu Zheng's teammates how easy it was for this man to run.

Typical pretending to be a pig and eating a tiger, using all kinds of pretending to be crazy and stupid to unload the hearts of others, and then attacking in an instant to achieve the evil purpose of hitting the opponent's confidence.

But dude, you're so shocking, you know?

Several players from the national team, in this moment of looking at each other, all saw the same meaning.

Let's give up the intrigue and competition within and fight with Gu Zheng with the same hatred, right?

If you don't steam steamed buns, you have to steam them in one breath.

At this time, Pei Jun, who had already ridden the Red Cross ambulance issued by the organizing committee and arrived at the second shooting point, saw Gu Zheng passing by the first team mixed in, pointed to the familiar back and laughed proudly: "See, see?"

"China's, red pants, yes! That's my idol! I'm in charge of his follow-up, yes, he's very famous in my country. ”

"I'm always interviewing reporters, and I'm just talking about him alone. ”

The mouths of the foreign reporters who were unaware of the situation on the side were full of exclamations of 'oh, wow!, oh!', and their admiration for Gu Zheng's ability to survive under the pressure of African players made them easily believe Bei Jun's words.

The camera in his hand also clicked in the direction of Gu Zheng.

Regarding this situation, the CCTV reporter who followed on the side covered his face and admonished: "You blow less, if you can't run for a while, won't you wear a gang?"

But Bei Jun's inexplicable confidence was unquestionable, and he turned his head very seriously to the direction of his own reporter, who is also Chinese, and said: "No, that's impossible, Gu Zheng is a god man and my idol." ”

"And my idol can't let me down, even if he loses, I will say in my article that it's because the sun in Tokyo is too hot, Gu Zheng was tired yesterday, the jet lag needs to be adjusted, and the old leg injury has flare-up. ”

"Blah blah, blah, it's not my idol, that's normal. ”

"As a patriotic Chinese journalist, you have to have the courage to face the facts, and don't let me look down on you. ”

Such righteous words stunned the CCTV reporters on the side.

What about the face?

An outsider in the team of reporters who are so hyped and trying to pull others together to fake it, what about your old man's face?

Pei Jun didn't care what his colleagues thought.

He solemnly put on the Red Cross vest on his body and rode on a small rented bicycle exactly like the volunteer, intending to act as a disguiser to keep up with the pace of Gu Zheng's last leg of the race.

As the most well-served East Malaysia, there are bicycle volunteers who do not affect the running route to follow the left and right sides of the phalanx of each stage.

For example, the bicycle volunteers who provide medical emergency supplies disguised by Pei Jun are one of them.

After he followed the bicycle of the medical staff of the first phalanx without changing his face, in fact, all his eyes were on Gu Zheng, who was on the outermost side of the phalanx.

Come on, Gu Zheng, don't be disturbed by foreign objects!

I'm going to go!

Bei Jun, who had just cheered for Gu Zheng for a short time, suddenly found that the normal track had become narrow.

The group is now passing through the outskirts of Ginza, through the shopping streets of Kabumachi, and heading back in the direction of Tokyo Tower, the final destination.

This should have been a critical moment to distance himself from the athletes behind, but Gu Zheng slowed down his speed.

Why, you ask?

Because on both sides of this commercial street, the owners of each household are no longer doing business, so the most friendly and beautiful clerks in the store wear the most distinctive shop clothes in their own stores, serve Western or Japanese-style trays, and place the best food in the store in turn, so that the athletes passing by here can pick up their own food at will.

They also said enthusiastically: "Please take it casually, and you are welcome." ”

"It's hard to run, please try the food of the orange family!"

Even if you are a professional athlete, you can't help but be so enthusiastic, or you can take one or two.

Such a temptation, how can Gu Zheng endure it!

The moth that made Director Tie the most worried finally happened.

Gu Zheng's eyes were like radar, sweeping all the goods he was interested in, and quickly found the right direction to start.

Sushi with crab roe salad, one bite at a time, refreshing.

Ah, the Japanese-style Youth League, sticky and sweet.

Oh, what is it? Creamy strawberry cake, really delicious.

Let Pei Jun on the side worry about one thing, in the process of strenuous running, eat too much, won't you vomit?

The main thing is, why do you have a pleasant expression on the sidelines?

Is oolong tea so delicious?

The team of the black whirlwind had already run half a street, and Gu Zheng was now at the end of the line in an instant.

In an instant, Bei Jun had a sense of lovelessness, and with a flash of inspiration in his mind, he yelled at Gu Zheng, who was about to attack the egg pudding: "Gu Idol, don't eat it, I'll invite you to eat a street after the game!"

"When the time comes, you speak, I'll pay!"

This roar was touching, hoarse, and Gu Zheng, whose hand was still in the air, smiled slightly, and then probed his palm in the direction of distributing plum candy, grabbed one and threw it into his mouth, and didn't forget to wave his arm in the air and responded: "What you said, I'm leaving!"

After speaking, Uncle Gu was like a small motor that ignited his heels, and suddenly followed the team again.