??289: Chapter 289: Slap in the Face Group?
(Third Update)
289: Chapter 289: Slap in the Face Group?
(Third Update)
The Provincial Sports Gas, held once a year, rotate through the various cities of SC Province.
The president of the Provincial Sports Association in that city has the most say.
So, this is also the mont when they are most full of pride.
No one would choose to offend the host’s president at this ti, as that would simply be a death wish.
Besides, the other party is the narrow-minded Zhao Fen.
If during the competition, Zhao Fen demands a rematch, that would be fun.
A single race already takes all of an athlete’s energy, who the hell wants a second round?
Especially now, Zhao Fen’s expression is on the verge of exploding.
“Xiong Lin, you’re great, is this guy under you?” Zhao Fen glared fiercely at Zhang Fan.
Xiong Lin smirked coldly, “No need for you to worry about that, we’ll see on the track.”
Then, Xiong Lin dragged Zhang Fan to the locker room, knowing full well that Zhang Fan wouldn’t listen to him.
Just thinking about what Zhang Fan did in S City gave him chills.
He wasn’t worried about Zhang Fan, but he was extrely worried about Zhao Fen.
If Zhang Fan got annoyed, With Zhao Fen’s character, he’d end up in the hospital.
“Hmph, breaking the world record, huh?
Wait, I’m going to find so reporters.” Zhao Fen sneered with a dark look on his face as he went outside.
Two hundred ters in fifteen seconds?
Heh, as if anyone would believe that.
To enter under twenty seconds would require a national-level athlete; the current world record stands at 19.30 seconds.
That’s an Olympic record.
You people from S City love to brag, right?
Okay then, let’s play a big one this ti.
If you don’t run fifteen seconds, I’d like to see how Xiong Lin saves face.
“President Zhao, what’s your take on this Provincial Sports Gas?
How many first places do you think Z City can take?”
Seeing Zhao Fen make an appearance, a group of reporters sward around him.
Zhao Fen looked at the reporters from various cities with a mocking smile on his lips.
“First place?
I can’t guarantee anything, the other cities are very strong as well,” Zhao Fen said, not daring to exaggerate for fear of losing face if they don’t actually co in first.
After pausing for a mont, Zhao Fen sneered, “I just t Xiong Lin from S City, which reminded
of news from a few months ago from S City.
Apparently, they have a guy who broke the world record for the 200-ter sprint in fifteen seconds, a whole 4.30 seconds under the world record.
This ti, I’m really looking forward to S City’s performance.”
“Is that so?” a reporter questioned, skeptical.
Zhao Fen took out his phone, quickly scrolling through it, and soon he found the news about Zhang Fan breaking the world record.
Then he handed over his phone, “Look, here’s the news from S City.”
The reporters imdiately crowded around, and their eyes widened when they saw Zhang Fan in casual clothes and sneakers.
“My God, this can’t be true, right?
Fifteen seconds!”
One person scoffed, “Heh, fifteen seconds, what a joke.
This is the 200 ters, not the 100 ters.
S City really knows how to boast.”
“I’d say it’s more like the 100-ter record.”
“Heh, fifteen seconds for 100 ters, even a normal person could do it after a few days of training.”
Voices of sarcasm and mockery imdiately filled the air.
The people coming and going also crowded around.
“Damn, fifteen seconds, S City’s bragging too big.”
“Heh heh, just waiting to see the face-slap.”
“What’s this kid’s na again?”
“Zhang Fan!”
“Tsk tsk tsk, no matter what, today’s headline belongs to him, haha, fifteen seconds, that’s hilarious.
Do all S City folks blow their own trumpet like this?”
“Look at how the kid is dressed; he doesn’t look like an athlete at all.
Where are the reporters from S City?
Let them enlighten us.”
Suddenly, news of Zhang Fan’s 200-ter dash in fifteen seconds spread far and wide.
“Hey, Ouyang Feng, why aren’t you warming up instead of wandering around, do you know that?
Your S city has beco famous.
I heard there’s a guy nad Zhang Fan who ran the 200 ters in fifteen seconds,” a young man called out loudly to Ouyang Feng and his group as he ran over.
“Idiot!” Ouyang Feng looked at the man as if he were looking at an idiot.
“Who the hell are you cursing!” the man yelled back furiously.
“I’m talking about you.
Don’t spout nonsense if you don’t understand,” Su Haoran and the others started to mock as well.
They had seen the video footage, and Zhang Fan’s fifteen seconds was flawless.
Especially after the race, Zhang Fan’s calm and unruffled deanor made them feel like dying.
Not a single mber of the S city provincial team questioned it.
And because of this, no one from S city ca to participate in the 200-ter sprint today, besides Zhang Fan.
With Zhang Fan the freak participating, the sprint had nothing to do with them.
Just waiting to get crushed.
“Alright, very good, then let’s just wait and see.
Fifteen seconds, if that guy can hit that ti, I’ll concede defeat outright in this afternoon’s race against you guys,” the man said, his neck reddening.
“Sure, rember you said that,” Zhong Dachen taunted.
Hehe, I wonder what this guy’s face would look like if he knew Zhang Fan was participating in this afternoon’s race.
“Let’s go, find Zhang Fan,” Ouyang Feng said, hands in his pockets, and walked towards the changing room.
“Excuse , brother, I don’t know if the Zhang Fan you ntioned is S city’s Zhang Fan,” a young man said excitedly, stopping a chubby guy.
What the fuck, Brother Fan is participating in the Provincial Gas?
I haven’t heard about this!
Damn it, what’s Yang Haochen doing, not informing us of such an important situation beforehand.
“Yes, it’s the S city one.
That fool, can’t even pretend to be good, fifteen seconds for the 200 ters, how could S city produce such a person,” the chubby guy said ridiculing.
What the fuck, it really is Brother Fan?
But the next mont, the young man’s eyes grew cold, and he swung his fist, throwing a punch straight out.
“Go to hell, you’re the idiot!”
“Son of a bitch, dare to hit .” The chubby guy covered his face, and imdiately charged forward.
“Fuck, yes I’m hitting you,” the young man said, grabbing the guy and starting to scuffle with him.
“Yun Ge, calm down, calm down,” a few young n from afar saw the scene and imdiately ca over, grabbing the young man around the waist and quickly dragging him away.
Bro, we’re here to watch the Provincial Gas, what the hell are you doing?
“Why are you grabbing , that idiot insulted Brother Fan,” the young man roared.
“What?
Insulting Brother Fan?
What the fuck, guys, beat the hell out of him,” a few n clenched their fists and charged over.
“Help!
They’re beating soone up.”
Shouts rang out, and suddenly, everyone’s eyes turned to look over here.
Shit, the gas haven’t even started yet, and there’s already a fight?
Do they have to be this fierce!
“Bro, you’re getting hit, one more and you’ll end up in the hospital,” a few people tried to intervene.
Looking at the swollen and bruised chubby guy, a crowd of people couldn’t help but shake their heads in disbelief.
Geez bro, you’re one person fighting against five or six, isn’t that suicide?
“Kid, just you wait, I’m going to get backup right now, have the guts not to run away,” the chubby guy roared.
“Shit, co on, Yun Ge, let’s call our crew, damn it, I can’t stand soone insulting Brother Fan,” the young man said.
“Smack-Talking Crew?
Brother Fan?
What the hell is that?”
Those who ca to watch were utterly confused.
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