??146: Chapter 146: I Want This Person
146: Chapter 146: I Want This Person
“Yes, coach, I’ll head to First High right away.” Another middle-aged man stood up and headed straight for the door.
“Wait, I’ll go with you.”
In a deserted basketball training ground, Zhong Tianchen was engrossed in a League of Legends live stream on his phone.
Of course, he was secretly watching from a corner.
If Ouyang Feng found out, he would be subjected to the terrifying drill of dribbling for two kiloters again.
However, when he saw the screen filled with rocket emoticons, his eyelids started twitching, “Damn it, can’t a guy watch a live stream in peace?
There’s a team fight happening right now.”
Seeing his favorite strear getting killed at the Big Dragon pit, he almost smashed his phone in frustration.
“Damn, whose stream room is this?
I’ve never seen it before.
I’ve got to see who the fuck this is.”
Zhong Tianchen clicked into the stream, and imdiately, his eyes bulged out.
“Fuck, is that Zhang Fan?”
Zhong Tianchen felt like he was hallucinating.
He placed his phone on his lap and rubbed his eyes hard, but the next mont, the person on the screen was still the sa.
Zhang Fan, he’d recognize him even if he were ashes, “Fuck, he thrashed us so badly that Ouyang Feng is going nuts, doubling our training load.”
“Damn it, do they even want us to live?
After a session, we’re practically dead dogs.”
But then his eyes froze again.
Qi Lin?
“Fuck, how is Qi Lin there too?”
Qi Lin was very familiar to him, “Shit, isn’t that guy the provincial fighting champion?”
However, Qi Lin didn’t seem to be in good shape.
“Second High’s trash, hahaha, Qi ‘Demon King’ Lin, getting wrecked by Zhang Fan, so embarrassing.”
The mont Zhong Tianchen heard Yang Haochen’s voice, he nearly threw his phone away.
“Shit!”
Zhong Tianchen scread.
“Fuck, Qi Lin got thrashed by Zhang Fan?
What the hell is going on?”
“Fuck, they just cread our provincial team yesterday, and now Qi Lin too?
What the hell?”
“Zhong Tianchen, oh good, you’re watching a live stream again, huh?
Five kiloters ball-dribbling run,” said Ouyang Feng, his gaze sharp as knives piercing through the air.
Zhong Tianchen shuddered violently and jumped to his feet, his phone clattering to the ground.
He looked at Ouyang Feng, his mouth dry, “Five kiloters ball-dribbling run?
Damn, is this so kind of torture?”
Su Haoran and Lin Tao glanced at Zhong Tianchen with pity.
The guy didn’t realize that Ouyang was still fuming, yet dared to sneak a stream.
What was he thinking?
Zhong Tianchen’s face was the picture of misery as he picked up his phone and ran over.
“Boss, I didn’t an to sneak a peek at the stream on purpose.
I heard about Zhang Fan, so…”
Ouyang’s gaze turned icy, his face as cold as frost, “Six kiloters!”
Su Haoran and Lin Tao both shook their heads simultaneously.
“Shit, ntioning Zhang Fan at a ti like this?
Has Zhong Tianchen been hit in the head with a ball?
Doesn’t he know Ouyang’s most trigger word right now is Zhang Fan?”
“Well, now you’ve done it.
Six kiloters ball-dribbling run, heh, the poor kid.”
Zhong Tianchen was close to tears and quickly said, “Zhang Fan is stirring up trouble again.
He thrashed Qi Lin, the provincial fighting champion, the guy who also won the marathon dal of Honor.”
“Huh?”
Ouyang’s expression turned curious.
He knew about Qi Lin, a big na in the city five years ago.
When he started his basketball team, he had been ridiculed by that guy.
And now that guy was thrashed?
“What happened?” Ouyang beca interested.
Zhong Tianchen hurriedly picked up the phone and handed it to Ouyang.
Su Haoran and Lin Tao also leaned in, curious about the phone’s contents.
When Ouyang saw Qi Lin looking like a dead dog, his eyes lit up.
“Let’s go, ti to slap so faces at First High!” Ouyang charged out without looking back.
“Huh?
What’s going on?”
Whether it was Zhong Tianchen or Su Haoran, they were all baffled.
Slap in the face?
Whose face are we slapping?
Zhang Fan?
Don’t joke around, Captain, we just got thrashed yesterday.
Lin Tao was about to cry, damn it, was this going to slap soone’s face?
It felt more like they were the ones getting slapped.
By the ti they realised what was happening, Ouyang Feng had already driven off in his car.
“Damn, catch up to him, make sure the Captain doesn’t stir up trouble,” Zhong Tianchen said as he hurriedly ran out as well.
“Forty-two laps!”
On the sports field, a group of people’s eyes burned with passion.
Halfway there, wow, twenty-one kiloters down, just 21.195 kiloters to go, nobody gave a damn about the decimal at this point.
“It’s been two and a half hours now.”
Soone glanced at the ti, and it was already noon, yet no one was thinking about lunch at this ti.
Even if it killed them from hunger, they had to watch this thrilling contest to the end.
Zhang Fan’s back was drenched with sweat.
His whole body felt unbearably hot, especially his legs, as if they were set ablaze.
But at least he could keep going.
Compared to the final two kiloters this morning, it was much better.
Zhang Fan glanced at Wang Rui by his side and asked with concern, “Old Wang, holding up alright?”
Wang Rui shook his head.
He dared not speak now.
Speaking would definitely disrupt his rhythm.
But after a mont, he looked at Zhang Fan as if he had seen a ghost.
Holy crap, twenty-one kiloters in and he can still talk?
And without any sign of breathlessness?
Damn, are this kid’s legs fake or what?
Fuck, look at , I don’t even dare to talk.
Damn, this guy doesn’t look like soone with superhuman endurance!
Turning to see Qi Lin soaked in sweat, Wang Rui felt a bit better internally.
Thinking about how he had been overtaken by several laps, he cursed internally with frustration!
However, considering the effort Qi Lin had expended to overtake him by two laps, Wang Rui quickly found his balance.
It was all Zhang Fan’s fault; otherwise, Qi Lin would have probably been in a better state.
After all, winning a provincial fighting championship isn’t sothing just anyone can do.
“Go give them this to replenish their physical strength,” Gao Yuan said as he handed three bags of saline to a doctor beside him, who scurried towards Zhang Fan and the others.
Seeing the saline in the doctor’s hands, the trio of Zhang Fan imdiately slowed their pace.
“You can only drink a little bit at a ti, understand?” the doctor instructed.
Zhang Fan understood; after all, with the experience from this morning, he knew how important hydration was.
After taking a small sip of the saline, Zhang Fan imdiately felt the intense heat on his body lessen significantly.
“Fifty-fourth lap!”
Soone whispered in awe.
At this mont, whether it was Zhang Fan, Wang Rui, or Qi Lin, their speed had beco incredibly slow.
Their pace was almost equal to a slow jog.
But nobody laughed.
Seeing the three n’s soaked clothes, no one had the heart to.
“Screech!”
The sound of a car braking abruptly echoed.
Five middle-aged n quickly entered the school gate.
“Huh?
People from the provincial sports committee?”
Soone saw them and instantly recognized the middle-aged man leading the group.
“Principal Zhou, hello, hello, I’ll be taking this one,” Dong Jian said, pointing to Zhang Fan not far away, his excitent palpable.
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