Even a group of teachers were dumbfounded by Zhang Fan.
The students on the other side of the No. 2 Middle School almost had fire in their eyes. At this moment, they just wanted to shut Zhang Fan's mouth.
Lalacha, I’m making trouble for you. This is only the second lap. Have you ever seen a marathon runner bragging while running a long distance?
The live broadcast room exploded, and a group of people burst into laughter.
"Junior Zhang Fan is really invincible, but it's so refreshing to watch. Just this one, it's definitely worth a rocket."
Suddenly, the rocket soared again.
Yang Haochen's mouth almost burst into tears.
Rockets, Rockets again, this is the rhythm to play today.
"Teacher Qi Lin, tell me, you are a provincial fighting champion, why do you want to be a physical education teacher in No. 2 Middle School? Do you have some PY deal with Zhang Hua?" Zhang Fan asked with raised eyebrows.
"Pfft, PY trading, why should it be so dirty?"
"No, I have to go to the toilet first. I'm going to have diarrhea."
Zhang Hua's face was extremely gloomy.
PY, PY, your uncle, I used my salary of 20,000 yuan a month to grab it.
Qi Lin's face was extremely rosy, out of anger. He turned his head, took a deep breath, then opened his mouth, and let out a roar like a lion's roar.
"roll!"
Shocking, Yang Haochen's hands trembled, and the phone fell on the lawn.
"Wucao, the great devil Qi Lin is so angry that he is going to fight." Yang Haochen muttered.
This roar instantly aroused the anger of the group of people in No. 2 Middle School.
"roll!"
The voice mixed with anger was like the roar of divine thunder from the sky.
Zhang Fan covered his ears and replied unceremoniously.
"**ah!"
"Teng Teng Teng!"
A group of people sitting on the playground immediately stood up.
"Bitch Zhang, why the hell do you say another word."
"Damn it, I can't bear it anymore."
A group of people were ready to attack, glaring at Zhang Fan with anger on their faces.
However, Zhang Fan stretched out his left hand unhurriedly and raised his middle finger towards No. 2 Middle School.
"Fuck, brothers, give it to me."
Immediately, more than twenty people rushed towards Zhang Fan.
"Hey, a bunch of rubbish, you have the ability to chase me." Zhang Fan said disdainfully, and immediately accelerated his feet again, and his whole body flew away like a wisp of blue smoke.
"Damn it, brothers, kill this bitch."
Suddenly, more than thirty more people chased Zhang Fan.
The people in No. 1 Middle School were dumbfounded. What the hell is going on here?
Zhang Hua and Zhou Jie were also dumbfounded. Are you going to fight?
The two men quickly shouted with loudspeakers.
"Stop it, stop it, damn it, whoever makes a move will be fired." Zhou Jie's voice was filled with anger.
"Zhou Pidan, get out of here. I'm from No. 2 Middle School. You have the ability to expel me." A group of people who were chasing Zhang Fan screamed and cursed without hesitation.
Zhou Jie was so angry that his face twitched. He turned his head to Zhang Hua and roared: "Zhang Hua, your sister, take care of your students."
Although Zhang Hua cursed in his heart: I don’t care about your sister.
But he also yelled quickly.
However, it was of no use. More than fifty people ran wildly, using all their energy. They had only one idea in their minds: beat Zhang Fan to death.
Yang Haochen's live broadcast room also exploded.
"Wucao, Junior Zhang Fan has caused public outrage. Junior Zhang Fan, run away."
"No, I want to shoot a wave of rockets to cheer up junior Zhang Fan."
Suddenly, ten rockets filled the screen.
"For the sake of junior Zhang Fan, and for the honor of No. 1 Middle School, brothers, I will send you a rocket gift."
In an instant, the rocket exploded.
Friends who were in other live broadcast rooms looked at the rocket at the top of the screen and instantly ran to Yang Haochen's live broadcast room.
Who is this anchor? Why have I never seen it before? Go and check the situation.
However, the people who just came to the live broadcast room immediately had their eyes bulging out.
Damn, is this a live group fight?
Lying on grass, awesome, exciting!
Suddenly, the popularity of Yang Haochen's live broadcast room skyrocketed, from a few hundred followers to 20,000 in an instant.
At this time, Yang Haochen was not in the mood to watch his live broadcast room. Instead, he trembled and said: "Crazy, these people in No. 2 Middle School are crazy."
But soon, someone shouted.
"Zhang Fan is so fast, Wucao, look, he is almost catching up with Lao Wang."
This voice made everyone react.
Damn it, Zhang Fan is almost surpassing Lao Wang?
Wang Rui felt the thunderous footsteps behind him, and his heart tightened. He turned around and saw Zhang Fan floating past him like the wind, and his eyes almost popped out of his head.
Damn, how can Zhang Fan be so fast?
"Wucao, so fast?" the school's physical education teacher exclaimed. They looked at the stopwatch in their hands in disbelief, and then swung it up.
Could it be that the stopwatch is broken? Impossible. I just bought this watch. How could it be broken?
The live broadcast room also exploded.
The eyes of a group of guys who came just to grab the fishballs popped out.
It's so exciting to have more than fifty people chasing one person. Whose live broadcast room can be so exciting?
However, what shocked them even more was Zhang Fan's speed. Damn, does this guy have hot wheels under his feet?
The group of people chasing Zhang Fan softened after running for two hundred meters.
However, when they stopped, everyone was dumbfounded.
Damn it, Zhang Fan left them dozens of meters behind?
Your uncle, you are still chasing after this!
Seeing that there was no one behind him, Zhang Fan immediately slowed down, looked at the group of people far away, stretched out his hands, and pointed his two middle fingers downwards.
"I really am not targeting any of you. I really just want to say that everyone here is rubbish."
"Fuck, bitch Zhang."
"I will fight with you!"
A group of people from No. 2 Middle School, who were as tired as dead dogs, speeded up again as if they had been given a shot of blood.
However, they had just run a few steps when their legs gave out and the man fell to the ground. A group of people came from behind and stacked up like a mountain of people.
"Hahahaha, the No. 2 middle school dog is really stupid. After strenuous exercise, the blood flow accelerates. How can it be possible to run after a rest?"
The No. 1 middle school student sitting on the lawn burst into laughter, and at the same time activated the taunting skill mercilessly.
"You guys, what are you doing standing around here? Chase down that bastard Zhang Fan and beat him up." One of the No. 2 middle school students yelled.
"Chasing your paralysis, my legs are not equipped with wind fire wheels." Others said coldly.
Paralysis, who can catch up with this speed?
Zhang Fan chuckled, looking at Qi Lin who was less than a hundred meters away from him, and smiled evilly.
Let's overtake him first and then talk.
Seeing Zhang Fan running at full speed again, everyone's eyes were stunned again.