??293: Chapter 293: What’s There to Be Excited About?
(First Update)
293: Chapter 293: What’s There to Be Excited About?
(First Update)
“Yay, Brother Fan is number one!”
A scream shattered the silence!
At the venue, the spot of the scoffing squad was already surrounded by over a hundred people, their shouts like thunder from a clear sky, awakening everyone.
Number one?
How is that possible?
How could that guy get first place!
Damn, you got first place, and then the double middle fingers, what the hell is that about?
Seeing Zhang Fan’s mischievous smile, especially that middle finger, embarrassed a bunch of athletes.
Especially the one who had mocked Zhang Fan before, his eyes turned bloodshot.
Shit, you can’t play like this.
On TV, Weng Shuang and Ye Yanran’s stunning faces froze montarily.
First place?
“Cough cough!” Zhang Dongyang sprayed out his beer.
Damn, this kid is getting more and more deserving of a beating.
“Ah, Brother Fan is number one, Daddy, Brother Fan is first,” Zhang Xiaoyuan jumped up excitedly.
“Holy crap, Zhang Fan got first place?
Are my eyes deceiving ?”
In S city, a group of people stood agape, shouting in astonishnt.
That guy, damn it, got first in a 100-ter sprint?
“My God, I feel like I’m hallucinating, that guy who was late has taken first place?” Xiaoxiao yelled disbelievingly.
This shout expressed the thoughts of everyone present.
But soon, Xiaoxiao snapped out of it and quickly yelled to the timing coach, “How many seconds, how many seconds, announce it already!”
Imdiately, everyone quieted down again.
Yes, what was Zhang Fan’s ti?
He did start a second late.
Seeing the coaches’ dumbstruck expressions, Xiaoxiao climbed down from the lift and then started sprinting towards them.
“I can’t wait anymore, I’m going ahead, ladies and gentlen in the audience, wait for my good news,” Xiaoxiao shouted as she ran.
The group of coaches pulled up Zhang Fan’s ti on their tirs.
The next mont, their eyes bulged.
No way?
The coaches looked up, extrely shocked, and after a while, they finally said, “Yours is 8.48 seconds too?”
“What?
Yours too?”
The unanimous reply left them stunned again.
Shit, really 8.48 seconds?
Fuck, did he break the world record?
The world record for 100 ters is 9.58 seconds, damn, how is this possible!
Is the tir broken?
Hearing the coaches’ voices, a group of athletes gasping for breath dropped their jaws.
God, 8.48?
How the hell is that possible!
“Oh my god, I’m so tired, I can’t anymore, let
catch my breath,” Xiaoxiao, holding a gaphone in one hand and her waist with the other, breathed heavily.
However, seeing the bewildered crowd, she imdiately said suspiciously, “See the expressions on these coaches?
Could it be they’re stunned by my handso face?”
“Fuck off, just announce the results already, how many seconds was it?” The audience grew restless and started cursing.
“Oh my, how can you talk like that?” Xiaoxiao pinched her fingers together and made a shy girl-like expression.
“Fuck, a crossdresser!”
The audience was stunned by Xiaoxiao’s gesture.
“Alright, enough bullshit, let
announce the first-place result.” Xiaoxiao walked over to a coach and whispered, “How many seconds?”
The coach, trembling, handed over the stopwatch.
“Oh, not bad at all, 8.48 seconds!
Not bad!” Xiaoxiao said.
“That’s nothing much, just 8.48 seconds, I could do that too,” soone muttered.
As soon as he finished speaking, a slap ca flying.
“Not impressive?
Do you know what the world record for the 100-ter sprint is?
9.58 seconds, for fuck’s sake.
Co on, run now, if you can’t make 8.48 seconds, I’ll break your legs,” soone roared.
What the fuck, not impressive?
This is the result?
You don’t even have this basic knowledge, why the fuck are you here watching the provincial gas, why not just play gas at ho.
Xiong Lin looked stunned, and the next mont, his eyes blazed with passion.
Broken, it’s broken again!
Hahaha, didn’t you say I was bullshitting?
Now I want to see what you all say, this is the provincial gas, so many people watching, hahaha, Zhao Fen, you dumbass.
Hmm, why does the atmosphere feel a bit off?
Xiaoxiao looked around and noticed that the expressions of the people around were quite abnormal, but soon, she caught on.
As the host of the provincial gas, she obviously cramd so sports knowledge.
Fuck, 8.48 seconds?
Is this the fucking world record?
And she knew that Zhang Fan had started about a second late, fuck, if he had started on ti, wouldn’t his result be 7.48 seconds, or even better?
Monster, what a monster!
Fuck , this is a world record.
How many years?
Unbreakable!
And this just happened in our province?
“I can hardly believe it, and I’m sure everyone feels the sa, 8.48 seconds, 100 ters, if I’m not mistaken, the world record is 9.58 seconds.
That is to say, our friend here has broken the world record!” Xiaoxiao’s voice suddenly rose.
“This guy, co over here, please, what’s your na?” Xiaoxiao approached Zhang Fan, observing his nonchalant deanor, she could hardly believe it.
Fuck, everyone else is tired as dead dogs, how co you’re fine?
At that mont, she started to wonder, did this guy even try his hardest?
“Zhang Fan, ‘Zhang’ as in bow, ‘Fan’ as in ordinary,” Zhang Fan laughed.
“Brother Zhang Fan, how are you feeling right now?” Xiaoxiao asked.
“Feeling?
Pretty normal, what’s up?” Zhang Fan replied.
Xiaoxiao took a deep breath and said, “You broke the world record, aren’t you a bit excited?”
“Oh!” Zhang Fan nodded and then said, “What’s there to be excited about?”
Xiaoxiao almost bit her tongue, dude, don’t be so arrogant.
You just broke a world record and you’re so calm, how are we supposed to feel?
“So, is there anything you want to say?” Xiaoxiao asked helplessly.
“Yeah, that Zhao Fen, see you in the next 200 ters!” Zhang Fan stared coldly through the crowd at Zhao Fen’s pale face and slowly said.
“Ah?
200 ters?
Wait, Brother Zhang Fan, do you an you’re also participating in the upcoming 200-ter race?” Xiaoxiao was stunned.
Not just her, everyone at the scene, including those watching on TV, were stunned.
Fuck, you’re participating in the 200 ters too?
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