"Jong-kook, you go first," Yoo Jae-suk said.
"No problem, hyung." Kim Jong-kook decisively stepped into the mud pit and confidently faced the red team.
Other than Jiang Siming, everyone on the red team was weak and frail. Two of them were girls, so there was no pressure at all.
"HAHA, how about you go?" Jiang Siming mainly didn't want to get his clothes dirty, so he sent HAHA out first.
"But I can't beat Jong-kook hyung."
"It's fine. Even if you can't beat him, drag him into the mud with you. Besides, this is your chance to get screen time. Don't you want that?" Jiang Siming consoled him.
"Fine, I'll go!" HAHA agreed and stepped into the mud pit.
Both sides had a rope tied around their waists, similar to the leg ties used in Mongolian wrestling, to make wrestling easier.
As soon as the director shouted for them to start, the two immediately collided.
But in less than five seconds, Kim Jong-kook had lifted HAHA completely off the ground and thrown him into the mud.
When HAHA emerged from the mud pit, he was "unrecognizable," covered from head to toe in muddy water. Even Jiang Siming kept his distance from him.
"Anyone else who can fight?" Kim Jong-kook taunted.
Jiang Siming glanced at Lee Kwang-soo and said, "Kwang-soo, you go."
"Huh? I can't. I can't beat Jong-kook hyung." Lee Kwang-soo shook his head so fast it looked like a spinning top.
"You have to wear down his stamina. Otherwise, there are still so many people on the blue team, and I won't be able to handle them. You won't have a flag to carry anymore, you know," Jiang Siming explained.
Of course, he had done it on purpose. Don't ask why—he was doing it for the show.
Lee Kwang-soo