Disclaimer: I do not own Yuri On Ice, nor do I own Running Man: China. Just this fanfic.
I reread the first chapter a few times, and I thought that it felt a bit...'empty.' I just stopped after the red team's first round, I felt like that I should've continued on to write about the yellow and blue teams too. So I decided to post this second chapter! (I'm still waiting for some more favourites and follows, I already passed the goal for reviews, now it's just those two!)
Again, if you're a fan of Running Man: China and see some translation errors, please note that these are personal translations, and they are not word for word accurate, so please don't complain.
Enjoy this chapter! :D
Game 1: Complete the Obstacle Course in Under 90 Seconds (Part 2)
Acupressure Mat Obstacle Course: Yellow Team (Round 1)
Chris breathed in and out, tiptoeing between his left and right foot on the acupressure mats. He looked towards Director Leaves. "20 times for jump rope, right?"
She nodded at him, bringing the whistle closer to her mouth. Chris looked forward in the obstacle course, putting his serious face on. He then looks to his other two teammates, giving them thumbs up. Sala and Otabek return them strongly.
"As soon as I blow this whistle, you start, ok? I don't want a late reaction like what happened last time with Georgi." Director Leaves reminded.
Chris nodded, his body moving up and down, anticipating the blow that will start this whole course. Gotta finish this whole thing in under 90 seconds! Director Leaves blew her whistle. Chris bolted across the mats.
As soon as he did, he felt the pain of the tiny points on top shoot through him. "Oh! Pfffft!" He groaned as neared the first hunched over woman. The red team's screams during their round were true and sincere!
Trying his best to not scream, he leaped over the first woman nice and strong. Everyone began cheering him on. Feeling encouraged, despite the horrible feeling of every time landing back down on the mats, Chris leaped over the second and third woman successfully.
Everyone began to clap. Looks like the yellow team got this in the bag! Chris reaches the stairs and his face immediately turned to that of a tortured victim when he stepped upon the mats placed there.
The red team gaped in amazement and envy. Victor most of all. "Whoa...they're so fast, now look Georgi! Why couldn't you be like that!?"
He lost his balance and went over to the side, placing one hand down on the concrete steps to regain control of his movements. "Aaahhh! Ohh! My god!" His clenched teeth face is something that will never appear on the front page of a magazine.
The blue team observed from the sidelines. Martz brought a hand to her mouth. "It looks so painful!"
"I'm pretty sure the mats on the stairs are worse than the ones on the ground." Yuri. K pointed out. And he was right.
Sala cheered on the Swiss skater. "Go, go! You got this! Hurry!"
"Don't rush! It'll only make things worse!" Otabek added as Chris prepared to jump rope, this time, making sure that the rope isn't knotted.
Chris' face once again, displayed the expression of a tortured victim as he began jumping and barely counting at the same time. His 'beautiful' clenched-teeth-tight face plastered on as he jumped. Otabek counted out loud from his section of the obstacle course.
"One, two, three, four...ten, eleven, twelve, thirteen, fourteen, fifteen…"
Chris was actually doing really great! Everyone was shocked at his surprisingly good ability to jump rope. He didn't miss a single jump!
Otabek continued to count. "Seventeen, eighteen, nineteen, twenty! Amazing! Go!"
As soon as he hit the 20 mark, Chris throws the jump rope off the side and picks up his baton. He runs down the mats and towards the stairs. But as soon as he feet touched those super painful stair mats again, he cringed.
He lets out a horrible sounding groan mixed with a yell. The pain he was feeling right at that second, was equivalent to a man being struck by lightning! It was not pleasant at all! But he had to continue for his team's sake. If this was a cartoon, Chris' body would've shown his skeleton by now from the pain of electrocution!
He was barely able to make it down the stairs alive (figure of speech), screaming and groaning and stopping every few steps to contain his pain. Right on the last step, he missed and went onto the ground immediately, pressing his entire weight against the spiky tops of the mats.
"Ahh—OH! FUCK!"
From the sidelines, the red team watched, enjoying themselves. Victor laughed at Chris' missed step. "Haha! Now they know how it feels!"
Otabek saw that they were running out of precious time and pushed Chris on a little harder. "Faster!"
Chris reached the end of his section and passed the baton onto Sala, who grabbed it and ran down the mats, screaming like a mad woman. "AAAAAHHHHHH!"
Yuri. K observed that. "Run for your life!" He shouted.
Sala reached the row of tiny arches and sat down, leaning back. But she was too close and hit her back against the first arch. Quickly readjusting herself to fit underneath, the red team laughed at the yellow team's weakening performance.
They ran over to Sala's side and began 'cheering' her on. "You need to speed things up!" Phichit yelled.
"Come on, is that the best you can do?" Victor challenged.
"Otabek's waiting over there!" Georgi added.
Sala painfully made her way under the arches, looking behind her to see how far she was until the end. "How many are there?!"
Chris saw that Sala was in need of some encouraging. "Go Sala!"
From behind the spectators' rope, Sala's fans began cheering her on. "Let's go, Sala! Let's go! Let's go, Sala! Let's go!" They repeated on and on.
Sala began moving at a slightly faster pace, but not as fast as Phichit's pace during the red team's round. She kept on bumping her head over the arches because it would be very painful if she completely lied down on her back.
Pushing her feet and elbows at the same time, Sala propelled herself backward periodically until she finally reached the end of the arches. Her fans and teammates cheered for her as she ran to the three high hurdles.
"Don't rush, don't rush, don't rush!" Chris reminded her urgently.
Sala paused before the first hurdle. Then being clever about it, she carefully crossed one leg over the bar, followed by the next leg. Everyone began laughing at her method of getting across these obstacles.
Compared to the epic leaps of faith made by Phichit last round, Sala's cheated method is very ironic and anticlimactic. But hey, it worked well for her! She made it to the end of her section successfully without taking out too much time and passed the baton onto Otabek.
Otabek takes it and began going down the last section of the obstacles course, this time, knowing exactly who's going to show up. But he had no idea how large the woman was going to be! The woman took off her jacket right in front of him, revealing herself to a wide-eyed Otabek.
What the hell!? This woman must be twice as heavy as the one Victor had to carry! Exclamation marks popped out of Otabek's head as he looked at the woman he had to carry for this last stretch of the obstacle course.
From the sidelines, Martz cheered Otabek on with all her might. The other teams looked on with amusement to see how their apparent 'strongest' player will fare with this challenge. All of his fans also cheered him on as he puts the baton between his teeth and picked the woman up onto his back.
"Otabek! You got this!" Sala shouted from behind.
The veins in Otabek's forehead immediately became visible as he tightened his grip on the woman and made his way across the acupressure mats. Halfway there, he began increasing his speed from stumbling to speed walking.
This caused jaws to be dropped from the observing red and blue teams. Otabek truly is the 'big black bull!' His face got redder and redder as he neared the ramp where he could finally let the woman down from his back and spat out the baton between his teeth.
Yuri. K paled from seeing Otabek struggling to carry the woman. "If Otabek had trouble piggybacking the woman, what are my chances of survival?"
Otabek successfully reaches the bar, now at its default position, on his first try and grabs the onion ring dangling from it with his mouth. Chris and Sala happily cheered as he dropped back down and ran up to the starting point in front of him.
"Yes!" He raised both arms up in the air victoriously.
Chris comes up to him and they exchange a double high five. Director Leaves checked the stopwatch she was holding before walking up to the yellow team. She smiled slowly as she brought the megaphone up to her mouth.
"Do y'all want to know the yellow team's time?" She asked.
They looked at her shocked. "Of course we do!"
"What is it?"
"Tell us!"
Director Leaves turns the stopwatch around for all to see. "128 seconds. Failed." She reset the watch.
The yellow team's cheerful attitude faded and a dark rain cloud formed over their heads as they looked at each other in dejection. They tried their best but their best wasn't enough in the end.
Chris attempted to raise their spirits. "Hey, at least we got a better time than the red team. They got no time at all!"
Victor hits Chris on the back of the head. "Thanks for reminding us that!"
The blue team gets into position for their round of the obstacle course. Yuri. P will start it off. Martz will pass the baton onto the last person, Yuri. K, who got the job of carrying the woman in the last section. Exactly what he wanted...not.
Yuri. P swung his arms back and forth, sweat forming on the back of his neck and hands, making it difficult to hold onto the baton. He hoped that it wouldn't slip in the middle of the course.
Martz looked intensely at Yuri. P from her area, as if her eyes will fire lasers at him the second he messes up. "He better not screw this team over…" She muttered.
At the last section, Yuri. K nervously rolled the bottoms of his pants up a little. It was a prevention method from tripping while piggybacking whoever he's going to piggyback. He gulps at the thought of how heavy the woman will be.
Director Leaves shouted. "Alright, ready! Whistle blows!"
Yuri. P scoffs as he gripped his baton like it was his life force and began sprinting down the mats, equivalent to the speed of a cheetah. That's who he is: 'the cheetah.' Five seconds later, he finally lets out the anticipated, "Eaahhhh!"
Good, so he can feel pain after all. The 15-year-old leaped over the first hunched over woman just as strong as the previous players before him. Martz barked at him. "Faster, faster, faster! You can do better than that, Urinal!"
Yuri. P ignored her as he continued to leap over the last two women. Apart from a few (ok, several) moans and groans, he was doing pretty well. Especially for someone his age! Oh well, he was a competitive kid, maybe that's why he's trying so hard to do his best here. Even though it's not a serious competition.
And then, his 'try hard' attitude shatters as soon as he hit the mats on the stairs. The pain struck him like a rocket ship! "Dddaaaaahhhhh!"
Immediately, Yuri. P had no other choice but to slow his pace down. The pain was minimized but it was still there. He tiptoed closer to the area where the jump ropes were located and picked up the closest one to him.
It was slightly knotted, and in his impatience, he almost made the knot worse. Yuri. K saw that Yuri. P was getting a little agitated. "Hey, hey! Take your time, Yurio!" He reprimanded.
As if he actually took the advice, Yuri. P slowed down and untied the jump rope. He began skipping at a nice and even pace. His face showing slight signs of pain and annoyance still though.
Martz counted out loud to keep track of time. "One, two, three, four...fifteen, sixteen, seventeen, eighteen, nineteen, twenty! Yes!"
Yuri. P literally threw the rope away and picked the baton back up, making his way across and down the stairs towards Martz. The pain reintroduced itself back into his life without even knocking!
"Ddddaaahhhhh! Aaaaahhhhh! Oh! Pfffft! Haaaa….why!?" His arms flailed everywhere as his knees bent like jelly with each step he took down the stairs.
Martz jumped up and down impatiently with her arms outstretched for the baton. "Come on, come on, come on! Hurry up, Urinal! Just suck it in and be a man!"
Yuri. P reached the bottom of the stairs and began running towards her. "Why don't you try this out next time, Satan? It hurts like the pits of hell, where you belong!"
He stopped a few feet in front of her and reached out to hand her the baton. Martz snatched it away from his grip and whacked him across the temple with it before running down her section.
"Ow! Shit! Aaaahhhhhh!" She winced as her feet moved across the acupressure mats.
Yuri. P's head pain quickly subsided upon hearing the cries of pain from the platinum blonde 14-year-old currently running towards the arches where she would soon be scooching underneath. She didn't stop her speed as she turned around and sat down to go underneath the arches.
But she failed to get the right distance and knocks one of the arches out of place. Ignoring that, Martz lies down with her back fully on the mats and her elbows at her sides. Using only her feet to propel herself forward, Martz was going at an unbelievable speed.
Due to her light weight and small size, this obstacle was comparatively easier for her than it was for the previous players! Yuri. K cheered. "Amazing! Martz, you rule! Go!"
All of the members of the 'I hate Yuri Plisetsky' club cheered their president on. "Go, President Mizuki! Go, President Mizuki!"
Even Yuri. P was feeling a little joyous that Martz was able to get past the first part of her section with ease. Hopefully, the blue team will be the first to finally pass this! Martz made her way across the three high hurdles using the same method as Sala: crossing one leg over at a time.
It was a little more difficult for someone her height, but she managed. With that cheering and encouragements from her teammates and fans, Martz made it to Yuri. K and handed him the baton.
"Go!" She shouted.
Yuri. K nervously grabbed the baton and feared the worst as he turned around to go down his section of the obstacle course. Just as expected, a large woman ran onto the course, blocking his way and took off her jacket.
Luckily, this woman wasn't nearly as large as Victor's or Otabek's, looks like the director has a soft side for Yuri. K! But she was still large, and he gulped as he tucked the baton in his pant's belt before carrying the woman onto his back.
Laughing at the situation he's in, Yuri. K could barely wrap his arms underneath the woman's legs and was only able to hold onto her by leaning forward. The woman's arms wrapped around his neck tightly. He couldn't breathe!
Martz pushed him on. "Come on, come on! Yell it out! Like a real warrior! Arrgghh!"
Yuri. K began making his way down the mats, slowly and painfully, bit by bit, laughing and screaming in agony at the same time. From the sidelines, Victor cringed at the sound of his fiance's cries of pain. It hurt him to see him in a state like this. But it was mildly satisfying to watch too...
Martz led the way in front of him. "Almost there! Look! The ramp is literally right in front of you! Look in front of you! Don't look down!"
Yuri. K continued to groan as his pace slowed down and his head looked like it was ready to explode. Yuri. P began cheering him on too. "Come on, Piggy! You're right there! The ramp's right there! Don't slow down now!"
After what seemed like an eternity, Yuri. K finally reached the ramp and let the woman down. He could breathe again! Martz and Yuri. P wouldn't let him rest yet. "Hurry! Get up to the bar!"
Yuri. K reaches the bar on his first try but fails to get the onion ring into his mouth on the first try. The ring swung back and forth. Yuri. K swung back and forth. Yuri. P face palmed himself when Yuri. K still couldn't get the onion ring after about five more seconds.
Finally, he was able to grasp it between his lips and drag it off the string by dropping back down! Yuri. K picked up the baton that had fallen out of his belt upon jumping and ran, tiredly, towards the starting point.
"Yes!" Yuri. P and Martz cried.
"Yay!" Yuri. K breathed out.
"It can't be! That was too easy!" Victor complained.
The yellow team agreed. "They must've hit 90 seconds at least!" Sala guessed.
Director Leaves checked the stopwatch before turning it around to show it to the proud and smiling blue team. Their faces fell after seeing the numbers displayed on it.
"What!? One minute and 38 seconds!?" Martz cried incredulously. That's equivalent to 98 seconds! They failed!
The teams all looked at each other and at the director. None of them had passed on their first try. Was this even possible to complete under 90 seconds? Director Leaves spoke up.
"So, none of you guys passed. That's a shame. I thought you guys were all athletes…"
Chris came to defense. "We're not all-around athletes, director! We skate and we work out, that's it! But this!? What is this!?"
"Well, do we have to try again?" Sala asked.
Director Leaves nodded. "Yes, you'll all try again."
The skaters all sighed in relief. Victor raised his hand to make a request. "Director, this time, could you please keep the bar at the default position, and not at 'Victor' position? Like you did last time?" He asked politely, like a schoolboy to his teacher.
The yellow team laughed at the request. Martz shook her head and turned to Yuri. K, upset over their failure. "You could've gone a little bit faster! We were only 8 seconds late from the limit!"
"You think it was easy? You try it yourself!" Yuri. K cried.
Martz snapped her fingers and pointed at the last section of the obstacle course. "Sure, sure. Let's go, I'll carry you."
Yuri. K was against it. "You're going to break yourself! Do you know how much I weigh? Martz!"
Martz ignored him and stepped onto the acupressure mats, signaling for him to come onto her back. Sighing, Yuri. K let Martz carry him.
Surprisingly, she was able to lift him off the ground! Everyone gasped and covered their mouths at this sight. Even Yuri. P fell back in shock! Fans all took out their phones to take photos of the President of the 'I hate Yuri Plisetsky' club carry Grand Prix silver medalist, Yuri Katsuki.
"See? I can walk faster than you!" Martz cried.
"I hate to admit, but she's right." Yuri. P agreed.
Over at the red team, Phichit was celebrating the fact that they all get second tries on this obstacle course. He stuck out his team's baton and began running towards the line of spectators behind the rope.
They all reached out to him, trying to get high fives and get him to look in their direction. Phichit beamed at the support he was receiving. But Victor was concerned. He pointed at the Thai skater's 'energeticness'.
"He—he needs to save his strength!" Victor cried. "We can't fail again!"
The yellow team gathered close together, discussing tactics on how to pass under the time limit. Sala was optimistic. "We were close, we just need to push ourselves a little harder."
"Yeah, I saw a few problems during our first run." Chris nodded. "We can correct them."
"We got this down the hole! I'm very confident that we'll make it through this time." Otabek said firmly.
Chris motioned for them to put their hands in the center, one stacked on top of the other. "Here, here! Here's to us! Three, two one!"
"GO!" They all cried, thrusting their hands up in the air.
Sala pumped hers one more time for good measure. "Yellow team RULES!"
The competition is on. Director Leaves motions for the yellow team to go first this time around. She let them sort themselves at their proper sections before shouting in the megaphone.
"Ok...everyone ready!?"
Chris nodded fiercely, his eyes burned with fire. He was not letting anything stop him this time! They went through it once, now they will do it again, stronger! His legs jiggling a bit before the whistle finally blew.
This time, Chris didn't even let a single sound of pain as he full on sprinted across the mats. He leaped over the first woman without delay. And the second and third ones with the same quality and speed.
Making his way up the stairs, Chris realized that this act of playing tough is actually getting very hard. Right on the last step of the stairs, Chris couldn't take it in anymore and let a yell.
"Hhhoooohhhhh!" Those stair mats were really bad!
Reaching the jump rope area, Chris bent down to untie the only available rope on top of the mat and began jumping. Otabek watched on nervously from his section of the obstacle course, focusing on the serious but still pain-stricken face of their first yellow team member.
Chris cringed with each jump, but managed to make it all the way up to 20 without a single miss once again! Talk about competent! But of course, the second he gets to the stairs, his tough act breaks.
"Aaahhh! AH!" Chris was forced to slow down exponentially as he made his way down towards Sala.
Otabek began worrying now. That's what happened last time, and they weren't able to pass. He urged Chris to hurry. Sala also saw it and did the same. "Chris, speed up! You can do it!"
Chris finally reached her and passed the baton on, Sala took it without a second's delay and made her way down towards the tiny arches. She didn't scream at all this time and managed to make herself fit underneath the first time as she lied down on her back.
Learning from her mistakes in the first round, Sala decides to lie more on her back and used her arms and feet to push herself back. Squirming her body from side to side at the same time, Sala moved at a speed that was nearly twice as fast as her previous one!
Chris ran up next to her, clapping and cheering her on. "Woohoo! You're speeding through this like a fireball!"
Martz watched on from the blue team. "Is she around my speed when I first did it?"
"Yeah...sort of. You can see it. Don't worry." Yuri. K comforted.
Sala finished scooching underneath the arches by now and made her way across the hurdles using her patented method of crossing them. Except for this time, she did it in a less choppy manner and made it to Otabek much faster.
"Here!" Sala passed the baton onto Otabek.
He immediately turned around right after and walked patiently up to the spot where his woman-to-be-carried will soon appear. And he was very correct! About five seconds after Otabek received the baton, another large woman ran onto the mats, ready to be piggybacked.
"Alright, let's go!" Otabek cried as he quickly bent down to let the woman onto his back.
No more delays. As soon as he got a good grip of the woman, Otabek began running, not speed walking, not kiddy running. Literally running. The blue and red teams were in shock and awe of this. They knew that Otabek was strong, but now, they see him as someone powerful.
Sala cheered him on. "Otabek, go, go! Quickly! Run!"
From the sidelines, a spectating Yuri. P's jaw dropped all the way to the bottom of the concrete ground as he watched his best friend rush through the last, and the most difficult obstacle of the course. Now that was a real man…
Otabek was on fire as he reached closer and closer to the ramp. Yuri. K critiqued over Otabek's display of strength. "Mmmhmm. Now that—that's why he is the 'big black bull.'"
Chris and Sala squeezed their fists in anxiety as Otabek leaped up to the bar and tried to grab the onion ring with his mouth. But it just kept on swinging back and forth. This has happened to Yuri. K last time in the blue team.
Becoming impatient, Otabek slides his mouth down the string, removing the onion ring at the bottom of it easily and lets go the bar, letting a sound that almost sounded like a real bull's 'moo!'
He runs up to the starting point while eating the onion ring and the whistle blows, signaling their completion.
Chris and Sala finally relax their bodies as Otabek raised both arms up in the air in congratulations to their performance. Yuri. P was still awestruck by Otabek's running with the large woman.
"My God, Beka…" He was barely able to keep the colour of his cheeks on the down low.
Martz anticipated for the time. "They probably, no, they definitely passed this time."
Attempting to make themselves feel better as the yellow team came together for high fives, Yuri. K shook his head. Trying to deny the impossible. "They didn't pass. They can't have passed."
The red team all looked at the yellow team and Director Leaves with envy. They didn't want to know the time it took for Chris, Sala, and Otabek to finish the course this time. But Director Leaves showed it anyways.
Chris counted down as the director slowly turned the stopwatch around. Otabek nervously glances away with parts of the leftover onion ring still in his mouth. Phichit leaned in close to see what the yellow team got.
"86 seconds! Congratulations, you guys passed!" Director Leaves cried.
"Yay!" The yellow team all cheered and began doing an awkward looking victory dance.
The blue and red teams sighed and put their heads down in disappointment. Now that the yellow team had passed, they have to pass their second rounds too! Otherwise, they'll just look like losers!
Chris ran over to his fans by the spectators' rope and blew out a kiss for all of them. "Yeah! We made it! We're the best out there, am I right?"
They all cheered and nodded fiercely. "Go, Chris! Go, Chris! Go, Chris!"
Director Leaves shook her head and smiled at the sight of the three skaters celebrating over their victory. "Yellow team! You may now move onto the next round! The car is over at the side of the road to take you there. The mission card will be given to you on the way towards the car. You know what to do with it. Good luck!"
Victor looked on with shock. "What? They can actually leave now? What about the rest of us?"
Chris patted him on the head. "Hey now, you got this. Good luck." With that, he joined his teammates ran away from the obstacle course, towards the area where some people stood in front of a car with a large silver box.
The woman holding the first box greets them. "Congratulations on passing the first round. You may now open the box and take the next mission card inside."
Opening the box, Chris takes the mission card before they make their way down to their assigned card and Otabek gets into the driver's seat. "Hey, where are we supposed to go?"
"Uhh...according to this card, the Thompson Hotel, on...Wellington St…" Chris read it out loud.
Otabek typed it into the built in GPS on the car's front and began driving down the path it displayed for him on the tiny screen. Chris continued to look over the mission card, reading the first clue that will give them the first digit of the four-digit code that will unlock the safe to the ISU's top-notch gold medal.
"Ah...it says here that a certain Winter Olympic games took place in Europe, and the hosting country was Italy. The last digit of the year this Olympic games took place in, is the first digit of the code..." Chris read it slowly.
Sala and Otabek went blank. Chris turned around to look at Sala in the back passenger seat. "Hey, Sala, you're Italian! Do you remember when Italy hosted the Olympics?"
"Uhh…" Sala blushed furiously as she looked up and down and all around. "I can't say that I know for sure...but I think it's maybe 2002…? Or 2006…?"
Otabek quickly joined in. "No! 2002, was in Salt Lake City, USA! It couldn't have been that!"
"Well, 2014 is in Sochi," Chris added.
"And I know that 2010 was hosted in Vancouver, Canada," Sala replied.
Chris questioned, "Are you sure it was during the 2000s?"
Sala nodded. "Yeah! I was there myself! I just don't remember the year!"
"So in that case, it must be…" Otabek started.
"2006!" All three skaters cried at the same time. They figured it out. Chris quickly wrote it down on a sheet of paper from his pocket. "So...the first digit is 6…"
Back at the obstacle course…
The red team made it through the first sections of the obstacle course. This time, they had Georgi at the last section carrying the woman instead of Victor. Since Director Leaves refused to lower the bar unless someone else other than Victor is going there.
And this decision to switch Victor and Georgi was a good one too! Georgi sped through the last stretch of the course with the huge woman carefully carried on his back. Although he wasn't as fast as Otabek, he was still fast!
Victor and Phichit cheered him on from the sidelines as Georgi reached the ramp and easily reached the bar with a single jump. Grabbing the onion ring with his mouth, he falls back down and passes through the starting point.
They all cheer. "Woohoo! We did it!"
"Passed! We must have passed it!" Victor cried confidently. He kept repeating with a serious attitude on his face. "Passed! Passed! Passed! Passed…"
Even Yuri. K agreed. "They must've passed, no way they didn't."
Phichit wrapped his arms around Victor and Georgi's shoulders as they huddled in close to Director Leaves to see their time. All three of them anxious and nervous, and Victor says one more time, "Passed!"
This time, he also says, "One minute and 12 seconds."
Director Leaves looked at him skeptically. "Are you sure? That's your guess for your team's time?"
"One minute. And. 12. Seconds." Victor's tone was final. He was this confident.
Martz disagreed. "One minute and 20 seconds! That's what I think!"
But Victor kept to his beliefs. "One minute, 12 seconds! One minute, 12 seconds! One minute, 12 seconds!"
"One minute and 30 seconds! How about that!?" Martz shouted.
"One minute and 12 seconds." Victor stopped repeating after that.
With that, Director Leaves turned the stopwatch around, showing the red team their time. They immediately went ecstatic. "Ahhhh! Ahhh! I was right!" Victor cried, jumping up and down with Phichit.
Phichit laughed like a madman and couldn't stop shaking Georgi's hand as Victor continued to celebrate their success, and his very accurate prediction. The time on the stopwatch was exactly, one minute and 12 seconds.
"Alright, you guys passed! Now get out here."
The red team made their way down to the same spot where the yellow team went down and grabbed the mission card after opening the silver box being held by a person working for this tv show.
Getting into the car to get to their destination at the Thompson Hotel, they discussed what the clue on the back of the mission card could mean. "It said that the country was Italy! What was the year of the Olympics being held there?" Victor asked.
"I think it was 2006. I mean, I remember that Michele Crispino used to talk a lot about his experience at the Turin Olympic Games." Georgi answered.
"Phichit? What do you think?" Victor asked turning around.
Phichit leaned forward. "Yeah, I think so too. But was there another year when Italy held the Olympic Games?"
"No! Countries only host them once!" Victor explained.
"Well, 2006 it is," Georgi said while turning left at an intersection. "2006 it is." Victor and Phichit agreed.
"So the first digit is 6."
Back at the obstacle course, the blue team also made it through on their first try and is now on their way to the Thompson Hotel. Unfortunately for them, they don't have a lot of knowledge on the dates of past Olympic Games.
"When are those even held? Every 5 years or 4 years?" Martz asked.
"Are you an idiot? Every 4 years! And the one I remember the most is the 2014 one! So if we count back, the past Winter Olympics would be 2010, then 2006, then 2002, and so on so forth!" Yuri. P lectured.
"So which one is it?" Yuri. K asked while driving carefully. "2010, 2006, or 2002?"
"You're the adult here! You're supposed to know this!" Yuri. P shouted.
"I didn't major in sports history back at college."
Martz sighed as she took out a piece of paper out of her pocket and wrote the numbers 10, 6, and 2 on it. "Well, looks like we're going to have to do this the dumb way."
Closing her eyes, Martz lets the pencil fall on the paper. Yuri. P had sweat marks form on his head as he watched the idiot's method of choosing at work in front of him.
Martz opens her eyes and sees that the pencil's point had landed on the number 6. "Alright guys, destiny says that 6 is the first digit of this code!"
"I'm not going to make it through this episode if she keeps this up…" Yuri. P pulls his cap over his head as he sinks into the leather seat and turned on the radio.
Immediately, a new popular rap came on. One that all three members of the blue team inside actually really liked! They all brightened up and began moving their bodies up and down to the beat. For awhile, they let the differences that separate them, be ignored.
Several minutes later, the cars of the yellow, red, and blue teams reached the entrance to the large fancy Thompson Hotel. The people holding up the Hurry Up, Skaters sign stood in front of them, showing them the way towards the next game of this episode.
One by one, the teams made their way up the elevator to the top floor where the next game would be taking place. A beautiful outdoor deck with blue curtains surrounding the area greeted them upon arrival.
Chris' eyes sparkled as soon as he saw the three already prepared round dinner tables on the deck. Finally! Time to eat!
One of the three lovely waitresses escorted the yellow team to their assigned table and they sat down, excited to see what food would be served to them. Otabek lit up as he sits down on his seat. "We're the first to arrive! We get to first too, I hope!"
Chris clapped his hands in delight. The red team appeared at the double doorway, Victor's face looked like he had just stepped into heaven when he saw the dinner tables set up for them. Phichit agreed. "I barely had a proper breakfast!"
Finally, the blue team arrived. Yuri. K's jaw dropped at the sight of the soon-to-be-filled with food, tables. Martz nodded delightedly. "Now today is officially a happy day!"
Director Leaves stood up from her hidden chair and came onto the set. She paced in front of the skaters, now all seated at their designated tables.
"Alright, everybody! We're all here, right? Good! Welcome to the second game of today's episode! But of course, before we start, we've prepared a special lunch for you tired players!"
They all smiled and clapped. "You're so kind to us, director!" They all gushed.
From the corner of her mind, Director Leaves smirked. We'll just see about that...I wonder how you guys will about me after this event.
Up next...Game 2: Remember the Order of the Food!
Please FAVOURITE, FOLLOW, and REVIEW if you enjoyed! Then I'll post the next chapter! Where the skaters will never look at lunch food the same way again...or at swimming pools either... ;)
Want to know the events of game 2? Well, we'll just wait and see what happens...and hopefully, I'll be back! :D