??297: Chapter 297: Bro, What Don’t You Know?
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297: Chapter 297: Bro, What Don’t You Know?
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Why, why, why can he still break the world record in the 400 ters!
At this mont, Zhao Fen was really going crazy.
All that preparation for the sprint was suddenly gone in an instant.
If you can’t take first place, even if it’s second or third, what’s the point?
The spotlight has been stolen, who the hell cares about their Z City’s situation now.
Zhang Fan, whistling, approached Zhao Fen, raised his eyebrows, and a mocking smile played on his lips, “My bad, my bad.”
As Zhang Fan’s voice rang out, laughter erupted all around.
Tsk, tsk, tsk, Zhao Fen’s face, why does it look so ugly.
“Hmph, it doesn’t matter, it’s just a sprint.
There’s the middle and long-distance race coming up, and we from Z City will definitely take first place,” Zhao Fen said fiercely, suppressing the anger in his chest as he glared at Zhang Fan.
“Oh, my apologies, I’m also participating in the middle and long-distance race later,” said Zhang Fan with obvious ill intent.
It’s just a long-distance run; do you really think that my daily double-session 20-kiloter cross-country with a 40kg load was for nothing?
When they heard Zhang Fan’s voice, silence fell over the venue again.
“Damn, he’s going to compete in the middle and long-distance races too?”
“Shit, is he going head-to-head with Zhao Fen here?”
“Aiyo, I feel sorry for Zhao Fen.
It’s not easy to host a provincial sports eting.
To get thrashed at ho like this is just pitiful to think about.”
“Serves him right, shouldn’t provoke others for no reason.
Isn’t this just asking for a beating?”
Xiaoxiao on the lift coughed violently.
Co on, give people a way out.
If you keep this up, you really won’t have any friends.
“Go Zhang Fan, powerful Zhang Fan, the Face-Slapping Squad is here, who dares to compete!”
Xiaoxiao choked up when she saw the group of over two hundred people cheering for Zhang Fan from afar.
Alright, forget what I said before.
“Can you handle it, Zhang Fan?” Xiong Lin asked with a cough.
Taking first place in all the sprints and even breaking the world record, even if they didn’t join the rest of the races, making the headlines was a sure thing.
But if Zhang Fan continued, and by chance didn’t take first place, that seed a bit dire.
“Co on then, the 800 ters, 1500 ters, 5000 ters, 10000 ters, I dare you to enter them all,” Zhao Fen shouted uncontrollably in anger.
Fucking hell, I’ve never seen such bullying.
Do you even want people to live?
“Hey, sure, another marathon wouldn’t be a problem either,” Zhang Fan said with a bright smile, flashing his white teeth that sent chills down everyone’s spine.
“By the way, is there a marathon?
I really miss the taste of a marathon,” Zhang Fan added.
A group of people imdiately felt like spitting blood.
Damn it, a marathon too?
Bro, can’t we leave people a way out?
The TV audience was also bewildered.
Holy shit, is he really going to participate in all the upcoming middle and long-distance races?
Xiong Lin laughed too: “Ah, I forgot to ntion, our classmate Zhang Fan once ran a super marathon of 47.25 kiloters.”
“Pfft!”
A group of people started spitting.
Your grandfather, 47.25 kiloters?
Could you be more of a show-off?
“Hey, really, co on everyone, take a look at this.” Soone took out their phone and pulled up the event of Zhang Fan running a marathon.
Imdiately, a buzz ran through the crowd.
Damn it, he’s not just bragging.
Imdiately, people turned their sympathetic eyes to Zhao Fen.
Co on, this has blown up big ti.
Who else to provoke if not Zhang Fan?
Now see where Z City can put their face.
“The 800 ters race is starting,” Xiaoxiao also announced with a speechless expression, yelling into the gaphone.
Seeing Zhang Fan take the field, the audience’s expression turned very strange.
This ti, could Zhang Fan’s performance also break the world record?
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Everyone was filled with anticipation.
The scene beca eerily quiet, so quiet that it made Xiaoxiao feel a chill down her spine.
This had to be the weirdest Provincial Gas in history.
Usually, they were bustling with excitent.
When Zhang Fan crossed the finish line, there were sighs.
“Ah, first place again.”
The voice carried no surprise, just a sense of inevitability.
After breaking the world record three tis, winning first place was hardly shocking.
“One minute and eleven seconds!”
When Zhang Fan’s results were announced, there were no shouts, no cheering, just plenty of eye rolls.
Ah, another world record broken.
Beating it by almost thirty seconds, there was just no competing.
One thousand five hundred ters!
Zhang Fan continued to compete.
“Ah, first place again!”
“Two minutes and thirty-seven seconds!”
“Ah, another world record broken.”
This was already the fifth one.
What about the upcoming five thousand ters?
Could it be broken too?
It probably could!
“Damn it, I’m not running anymore, absolutely not.
I’m going ho, I miss my mom!” A few long-distance runners wailed.
Good lord, why did world records beco so easy to break?
Forget it, I’m out, can’t keep up.
See those people competing with Zhang Fan?
They all looked like they lost their souls.
To compete against him again would be a death wish!
And so, when Zhang Fan arrived at the track, there was not a soul to be found!
“Where is everyone?” Zhang Fan looked around in astonishnt.
A crowd of spectators were both crying and laughing at the scene.
Great, everyone’s too scared to show up?
Talk about killing the fun.
Watching the race with only Zhang Fan left, a bunch of coaches were utterly baffled.
“President Zhao Fen, should the race go on?”
Zhao Fen was shaking all over as he roared, “Go on?
Of course, we go on, continue, dammit, this is the Provincial Gas!”
“Bang!”
The starting gun fired, but then everyone’s eyeballs nearly popped out.
“Why bother with just one person, Zhao Fen’s people didn’t even co, it’s so boring,” Zhang Fan sighed, then left the track and slowly sauntered over towards Zhao Fen.
Seriously, you aren’t running?
What kind of gas are you playing, it’s the Provincial Gas for crying out loud.
“Hey, Zhao Fen, are you guys running the ten thousand ters next or what?
Don’t chicken out, let’s hurt each other,” Zhang Fan said to Zhao Fen.
Zhao Fen’s face was twisted with fury, his eyes bloodshot.
Hurt each other, my ass.
You’re all happy and smug, while we’re the ones getting hurt.
Us!
“We’re not running anymore, is that okay?
All events involving running, we’re not doing them, okay?!” Zhao Fen scread, his mobile phone flung out of his hand.
“Tsk, such a coward!” Zhang Fan said coldly, then turned to President Xiong Lin, “President, what other events does Zhao Fen’s team have?
Let
check, see if there’s anything I can join.”
“Huh?” Xiong Lin was dumbfounded, then took out his phone, looked at the schedule, and slowly said, “There’s archery!”
“Archery, huh?
That’s good, I’m very skilled at that,” Zhang Fan said, stroking his chin.
“Yo, there’s also a boxing match.
Nice, I’m good with that too.”
“Discus throw?
I can participate in that as well.”
Even Xiong Lin began to whine upon hearing Zhang Fan’s words.
Dude, is there anything you can’t do?
Just spell it out!
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