Seeing a group of people who were about to start a fight, Zhou Jie and Zhang Hua both held loudspeakers and roared angrily.
Zhang Hua was so angry that he wanted to let the crowd from No. 2 Middle School beat up Zhang Fan, but if a fight really broke out, it would be a bloody battle between No. 2 Middle School and No. 1 Middle School.
If so, it has to be on the news.
Zhou Jie comforted Zhang Fan in fear and kept shouting: "Classmate Zhang Fan, please calm down."
Just kidding, he had seen Zhang Fan break a metal table with one palm.
Paralysis, if this palm fell on a person, several bones would be broken.
Zhang Fan smiled teasingly, then accelerated his steps, ran in front of Qi Lin again, and immediately activated the taunting skill: "Teacher Qi Lin, you are not good, your physical strength is far behind."
Qi Lin almost spit out a mouthful of angry blood.
He was also a little confused. This guy Zhang Fan exploded with all his strength twice. Damn it, it was like he was on drugs.
But then he sneered again. There was still a long way to go. It was so exhausting at the beginning. We'd see how he kept running later.
Zhang Xiaoyuan and Ye Xuan were so excited that they stood up and kept shouting: "Come on Zhang Fan, come on Zhang Fan!"
The guys in No. 1 Middle School were also moved by the shouts of the two men.
For a moment, the shouts were loud.
Wang Rui did not participate in the struggle between Zhang Fan and Qi Lin. He was alone behind and kept moving forward at a constant speed.
A marathon is a long-distance run that takes several hours.
"One lap!"
Zhou Jie sat on a chair and made a lot of money in his notebook. He looked at Zhang Fan, who was always in the lead, with an extremely excited expression on his face.
No matter what, he has now suppressed the momentum of No. 2 Middle School. Looking at the roaring group of people from No. 2 Middle School, he felt extremely happy.
After looking at Zhang Hua's face, which looked like he was constipated, he grinned, then waved his hand and ordered the people behind him to buy a few boxes of water.
At the same time, Yang Haochen kept holding his mobile phone, taking pictures, and explaining it in the school forum with his fingers flying.
"Classmate Zhang Fan broke out twice in a row, crushing Qi Lin, the big devil of No. 2 Middle School, and taking the lead."
The seniors who saw this news also breathed a long sigh of relief.
"Hey, it would be great if someone used the live video broadcast, damn, it's not fun to watch." One person sighed.
"Yeah, I can't see the specific situation, it's like a cat scratching me, blue skinny, mushroom!" A senior sister said in a very playful tone.
Yang Haochen's mind was moved and paralyzed. Didn't he have a Douyu live broadcast account?
Immediately, Yang Haochen quickly posted: "Sisters and seniors, I have a Douyu account. I will start a live broadcast immediately. Please come to room 25***47."
As soon as the post was posted, the school forum exploded again.
"Wancao, why didn't you tell me earlier? You're wasting your expression. Wait for me to get on the number. Let's fire a rocket first and start walking."
"Ah, bad junior, you must have done it on purpose to make my sister so angry."
In an instant, the school forum fell silent, and everyone went directly to Yang Haochen's live broadcast room to watch this grand event.
Looking at the familiar playground, the seniors who had been away from school for a long time instantly became excited.
"Junior, the rocket is coming." As soon as someone came in, he directly swiped a rocket.
Yang Haochen became excited at this moment, and then said directly: "I feel the love of the seniors. Please briefly explain the situation just now..."
The people behind Yang Haochen noticed what was going on here and quickly moved in front of the camera to act cute.
"Senior sisters, I am in Class 17, the third year of high school!"
The live broadcast room was filled with curses.
"Fuck, who is this funny guy? I'm looking at junior Zhang Fan, tell him to get lost."
"Scroll +1!"
In the second lap, Zhang Fan was still far ahead. However, seeing Qi Lin not accelerating, Zhang Fan also felt a little achy. This was not satisfying at all. Why did Qi Lin suddenly give up?
Zhang Fan's speed dropped sharply. He wanted to ask Qi Lin why this guy was so slow.
"Hehehehe, this guy is in trouble. Teacher Qi Lin will surpass him in a while."
"Hahaha, asking this kid to pretend to be a show-off is useless now."
Yang Haochen's live broadcast room immediately started complaining.
"Zhang Fan, why is his speed so slow? How many laps is this?"
Yang Haochen said quickly: "This is the second lap. Seniors, please be patient. I feel that Zhang Fan slowed down on purpose. I think he is going to cause trouble again."
As soon as he finished speaking, Zhang Fan started talking.
"Teacher Qi Lin, why are you so slow? It's boring for me to be alone in front. How about we chat?"
As soon as Zhang Fan said this, everyone in the room was immediately stunned.
Lying on the grass, slow? Nagging?
Brother, you are running a marathon, lying on grass!
Gifts are flying all over the live broadcast room instantly.
"Hahaha, junior fellow student is so cute and nagging, it makes me laugh to death. Please give Qi Lin the shadow area in his heart!"
"I think something is going to happen. Zhang Fan is so pretentious that I can't stand it anymore."
Yang Haochen looked at the rockets rewarded by his seniors, and his whole body instantly became energetic.
His family background is not very good, so he thought of opening a live broadcast account to broadcast games. If he is lucky, he can also receive some rewards, so that he can have living expenses.
Although more than half of the rewards received will be divided by the website, there are now more than ten rockets, and I can also get a considerable amount of money.
"Haha, let me tell you what, Zhang Fan is definitely going to cause trouble." Yang Haochen shouted excitedly.
Qi Lin's muscles all over his body trembled. He really wanted to punch Zhang Fan down.
Damn, slow? Damn it, this speed is relatively fast in a marathon, right? You should really look at Wang Rui following behind.
Qi Lin suppressed his anger, clenched his fists with both hands, ignored Zhang Fan, and kept moving forward at a constant speed.
Zhang Fan was very disappointed. This guy actually ignored him. This is not okay.
"Teacher Qi Lin, tell me how you built your figure. I am very envious of these muscles." Zhang Fan tilted his head and continued.
However, Qi Lin still didn't speak.
Zhang Fan was slightly angry: "Teacher Qi Lin, as a teacher, how can you ignore students' problems? It is very unethical for you to do so."
Qi Lin remained silent.
"Hey, Teacher Qi Lin, you are making things difficult for me. I don't want to talk to ordinary teachers, so why don't you give me some face?" Zhang Fan continued.
People in No. 1 Middle School were holding their stomachs and bursting into laughter.
Damn it, Zhang Fan, this bitch, suddenly turned into a joke. This is a marathon. Damn it, can you be more serious?