??195: Chapter 195 This The Hell Is Flying
195: Chapter 195 This The Hell Is Flying
“The match is about to start, aren’t you changing your clothes?” the reporter asked incessantly.
“Why don’t you guess?”
“Aren’t you going to warm up?”
“Why don’t you guess?”
Five minutes later, several reporters retreated in defeat.
Guess my ass!
“Arrogant, too arrogant!
I’ve been a reporter for more than ten years, and I’ve never seen such an arrogant kid.
When I get back today, I’m going to write him up good based on this alone,” a fat man’s face trembled with anger.
From the second sentence on, it’s all ‘why don’t you guess?’ Guess what, damn it!
“Zhang Fan, here are your clothes and shoes, change into them,” Dong Jian ca over holding a bag.
Zhang Fan shook his head: “To thrash a bunch of noobs and still change into a sports outfit, wouldn’t that be bullying them?”
Dong Jian staggered, nearly falling to the ground.
A bunch of noobs?
Fuck, man, you really dare to say that out loud?
Motherfucker, if Jiang Xiaoyang hears this, won’t he go berserk?
“Hahaha, noobs?
Kid, you really are cocky.
Xie Jiancheng, co out here and tell this guy about your performance yesterday,” Jiang Xiaoyang was seething with rage.
Motherfucker, he dared to call his people noobs right in front of him, as if he didn’t see them as human at all.
Xie Jiancheng, who was resting at the side, imdiately walked over, looking at Zhang Fan with disdain, eyes sparking with animosity, as if they were about to shoot fire.
He certainly hadn’t forgotten that incident in the hospital a month ago.
“Kid, the wind is strong, don’t twist your own tongue.
My best record yesterday was 23.45 seconds, you should know, the world champion is only at 19.30 seconds,” Xie Jiancheng said coldly, his expression suprely arrogant.
“Heh, Xie Jiancheng has the best score on our team; even the worst among us has a ti of 25.48 seconds,” Jiang Xiaoyang said with pride, then his gaze landed on Dong Jian.
“Dong Jian, those few you found just to make up the numbers, their best performances are probably only around 25 seconds, right?” Jiang Xiaoyang said disdainfully.
Imdiately, he turned around and shouted at the Speed team mbers who were warming up: “This man called you all noobs, what do you say to that!”
All eyes suddenly fell on Zhang Fan.
“This kid is really defiant.”
“Ah, the ignorance of youth, but the provincial team, that’s representing the best of our province.”
“Yeah.”
The group from Speed gritted their teeth, glowering at Zhang Fan with furious eyes.
It was this bastard that had put them in the hospital for several days.
Motherfucker, even as ashes they would recognize him.
“Kill!”
A roar erupted, followed by a loud shout from the fans of the Speed team.
“Zhang Fan the noob, long live Speed!”
“Damn it, these bastards think we’re dead or sothing, brothers, let’s stand up to them,” soone from the Face-Slapping Squad imdiately roared.
“Speed fight with scrubs, Speed are noobs.”
“Speed is trash, Speed fight with scrubs.”
Suddenly, two completely different bellows were floating around the entire provincial stadium.
A few spectators had shallow sneers on their faces.
Heh, to be so arrogant in a competition with provincial team mbers, it’s just…
Zhang Fan cleaned out his ears, then waved his hand and said, “What’s the point in shouting at a bunch of trash?
Being loud won’t solve the problem.”
Imdiately, a section of the Speed team’s fans chid in.
“Yeah, why bother arguing with these trash, brothers, get ready, front row seats to the show.”
Jiang Xiaoyang’s face had turned purple with rage; at this mont, his lungs were about to explode.
“Alright, Zhang Fan, let’s make a bet.
If you lose, how about you crawl a lap around the track?” Jiang Xiaoyang’s eyes were unfathomably cold.
Zhang Fan, lifting his eyebrows, slowly said, “Not interested.”
Crawling a lap, that’s just freaking boring.
“Hahaha, scared, aren’t you, pussy?” The guys from Speed instantly burst into laughter.
“Hey hey hey, don’t provoke .
I just don’t want to see you make fools of yourselves, don’t push ,” Zhang Fan said.
“Heh, trash, too scared to take a bet, shut up,” the Speed group shouted.
“Bro Fan, take ’em down, damn it, these sons of bitches are so freaking arrogant,” the mbers of the Slap-in-the-Face Gang yelled.
“Damn it, who are you cursing?” the Speed gang imdiately retorted angrily.
“Alright, alright, how about this: the loser rolls a lap around the track, how’s that?” said Zhang Fan with a wicked smile on his face.
“Sure,” the Speed group imdiately clapped and cheered.
“Including you!” Zhang Fan pointed at Jiang Xiaoyang and said.
With a sneering smile at the corner of his mouth, Jiang Xiaoyang looked at Dong Jian playfully and said, “Alright, that’s fine, Dong Jian, just don’t chicken out later.”
Dong Jian’s face was full of somber lines: “What the hell does this have to do with ?”
Damn it, let’s be reasonable.
What the hell does your bet have to do with ?
“How can it not concern you?
Zhang Fan is on your team.
If he loses, your team naturally has to roll as a group,” Jiang Xiaoyang said with a bright smile.
Before Dong Jian could reply, several guys warming up imdiately objected, “What the hell does Zhang Fan’s bet have to do with us?
If he wants to show off, why drag us into it?”
They were so frustrated.
Who the hell could win against Xie Jiancheng, that freak?
The sa arrogant kid who disappeared for a whole month?
“Old Dong, that’s not cool.
Are you trying to say we can’t count, there being one of you and a whole team of us?
How’s that fair?” Jiang Xiaoyang scoffed at Dong Jian.
Dong Jian felt a tingling in his scalp and quickly said to Zhang Fan, “Big guy, can we not make a fuss?”
Zhang Fan raised the corner of his mouth, ignoring Dong Jian, and said to Jiang Xiaoyang, “How about this: I’ll bet against all of you.
If I win, however many laps I run, that’s how many laps you all roll.
If I lose, however many laps you ten-plus people run combined, that’s how many I’ll roll, how about it?”
“Yes, it’s settled then,” the people from Speed imdiately shouted.
They were over ten people.
Put together, they could surely run over a hundred laps.
Hehe, they really wanted to see how Zhang Fan would roll over a hundred laps.
“Then no more dilly-dallying, let’s get started.” Zhang Fan got up and walked towards the track.
The group all rolled their eyes.
Dilly-dallying?
Seems like you’re the one who’s been dilly-dallying, right?
But seeing Zhang Fan, dressed in a T-shirt, casual pants, and sneakers, stepping onto the track, the group sneered even more.
Hehe, dressed like that and he wants to compete?
Jiang Xiaoyang couldn’t contain his joy, prancing over to the track and saying, “The first red line is the finish, two hundred ters.”
As he spoke, Jiang Xiaoyang glanced at Zhang Fan, a glint of cold light flashing in his eyes.
Just wait to roll.
“Start!”
Jiang Xiaoyang stood at the finish line with one hand holding a gun and the other a stopwatch, while Dong Jian also stood beside him, one stopwatch in each hand.
Zhang Fan leaned forward, and the Butterfly Dance Step imdiately unfolded.
Whoosh whoosh whoosh!
Over twenty people sprinted at once, but at that mont, everyone’s eyes popped.
Damn it, how could that kid’s speed be so fast?
What the hell, he’s freaking flying!
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