Inside and outside the classroom, there was a startling sound of air-conditioning being sucked in.
Why don't you do it so fiercely? A marathon. It's a marathon, not the long-distance running event held by tens of thousands of people in the city.
42.195 kilometers, do you know how far it is?
The school's 500-meter playground has almost eighty-five laps. Sir, do you want to play like this? This will kill people.
Many of those who participate in the marathon are professional athletes. After one race, many of them end up in the hospital. You are just a student.
"Haha, it's just you? Have you ever seen what a marathon is like? Haha, even I was completely exhausted after running that time." Qi Lin looked at Zhang Fan with disdain.
Are you kidding me? This kid from high school can run a marathon? Damn, isn’t he living like a dog these years?
Xu Jin and Liu Feifei had a look of surprise on their faces.
They know what a marathon means.
Ten kilometers, twenty kilometers, thirty kilometers, forty kilometers, each mileage represents a limit.
For these students in the school, ten kilometers is already the limit.
If you train from a young age and have an amazing physique, twenty kilometers is the limit.
Thirty kilometers is the limit for professional athletes.
Forty kilometers, or even a full marathon of 42.195 kilometers, this is absolutely not a sport that people should do.
Running is very simple, but the difficulty of marathon is no less than that of all extreme sports.
Their beautiful eyes turned, looking at Zhang Fan's expression, there was a hint of disgust.
In their eyes, Zhang Fan is a disrespectful and arrogant guy!
"Haha, are you scared?" Zhang Fan ignored the looks of others and looked at Qi Lin provocatively.
"Grass!"
A group of people from No. 2 Middle School were angry, really angry. They wanted to eat Zhang Fan's flesh.
This fucking thing can no longer be described as arrogant or pretentious, it is simply dragging you to the sky.
"Teacher Qi Lin, promise him that you will torture this bastard to death. You must help us vent this bad breath." A boy growled through gritted teeth.
"Yes, Teacher Qi Lin, you must teach this guy a lesson. The honor of our No. 2 Middle School lies entirely on you." Others agreed.
Qi Lin said nothing, but he would never forget that he had been lying in the hospital for a week after running a marathon.
It took me a month to recover after being discharged from the hospital.
This is simply a desperate rhythm.
Wang Rui also frowned and said in a low voice: "Don't make trouble, marathon. I've only done it once, and that time it really almost killed me."
Zhang Fan turned his head, looked at Old Wang with a different look, and said in surprise: "Old Wang, I didn't expect you to hide your secrets and actually run a marathon."
Wang Rui smiled awkwardly: "I ran for eight hours! I fell into a coma after running to the finish line. Later, I paid more attention to physical exercise."
Zhang Fan chuckled, raised the corners of his mouth, and put his hands in his pockets: "Isn't it just a marathon? I'll scare you."
Wang Rui got angry: "You bastard, don't talk until you run away."
Zhang Fan chuckled: "I just want to give it a try."
Wang Rui felt weak in his heart, try? Try your sister! If a marathon could be completed by just one person, the whole world would not regard this sport as so important.
"Hey, Teacher Qi Lin, don't be a coward." Zhang Fan curled his lips and said.
A group of people in No. 2 Middle School were furious.
"Whoever is trying to coerce me, Teacher Qi Lin, please promise this ignorant boy." The student from the No. 2 Middle School had eyes so bright that he almost burst into tears several times.
Qi Lin's face was shocked, and then an extremely cruel smile appeared on his face.
"Okay, come on, marathon. I want to try it again. 42.195 kilometers. Whoever can't persist will not come to school in the future." Qi Lin was really angry at Zhang Fan.
Zhou Jie and Xu Guozhi's expressions immediately became extremely ugly.
Do they know what marathon means? Is this a sport that a student can complete?
I took a physical education class and ran four kilometers and I was exhausted. Forty-two kilometers, what the hell is this concept?
"Zhang Fan, don't cause trouble." Zhou Jie shouted coldly.
He can't pretend anymore, this is really going to kill people.
Zhang Fan patted Zhou Jie on the shoulder and said: "Old Zhou, put your heart in your stomach and listen to me. I will lead you to pretend rather than fly. It's all right."
With that said, Zhang Fan took off his shirt, put his hands in his pockets, and walked slowly outside the classroom.
Ye Xuan quickly hugged Zhang Fan's clothes and followed him.
Zhang Xiaoyuan was the same, following behind Zhang Fan, as proud as a victorious rooster.
Humph, isn’t it just a marathon? Brother Fan is omnipotent.
"Church!"
A group of people outside the classroom immediately roared.
This is a marathon.
Yang Haochen's hands started to tremble. Although he also wanted to see what big things Zhang Fan could do, this was a marathon. You, uncle, were too serious. He quickly posted this explosive news to the forum.
"What? Marathon?"
"Wori, I just checked on Baidu, 42.195 kilometers, how far is this!"
"It only takes half an hour to drive. There's nothing to make a fuss about."
"Idiot upstairs, do you know the limits of the human body? Do you know the gap between athletes and non-athletes? Do you know that this is a sport that even professional athletes dare not claim to be able to complete?"
A group of people who know what a marathon means want to beat the guy upstairs to death.
Driving for half an hour will make you paralyzed. Go run ten kilometers first and then talk.
"No, even if I skip class, I still want to watch Zhang Fan's marathon this time."
"I have already wiped out the shield, and now I am behind Zhang Fan. Brothers, this opportunity cannot be missed."
"Anyway, I support Zhang Fan!"
Suddenly, the number of people in the classroom of the third grade of high school gradually decreased.
However, there are more and more people on the playground.
"What's going on? Isn't this class time? Are there any other activities?"
A group of teachers looked at the dense crowd of people on the playground and were surprised.
"Wucao, I need to go to the toilet. Why are there less than half of the people in the classroom? Where are the others?" A teacher who had just walked into the classroom asked angrily.
"Teacher, they went to the toilet and asked me to ask for a leave." A student said.
"I just came out of the toilet. Besides, half of the people went to the toilet, why didn't I meet anyone?" The teacher was already furious.
"Teacher, they went to see Zhang Fan compete in a marathon with No. 2 Middle School teacher Qi Lin the Great Demon King."
"Lying on the grass? Marathon? After class, I'll take the first step."
The same situation is happening in countless classrooms.
The third year of high school, the second year of high school, until the first year of high school!