Zhang Fan's speed increased dramatically, and at this moment, he directly used the butterfly dance step.
The body leaned forward slightly, his center of gravity changed instantly, and in an instant, Zhang Fan stepped out.
At this moment, Zhang Fan could feel that the people around him had turned into shadows and quickly retreated.
The eyes of the group of people who were gloating over the misfortune of No. 2 Middle School suddenly widened.
Damn, this guy can still speed up, my god, this guy is fucking cheating.
Whether it was a student from No. 1 Middle School or No. 2 Middle School, whether it was Zhou Jie or Zhang Hua, when they saw Zhang Fan's lightning speed, they immediately stood up, with an incredible look in their eyes.
"It's almost over."
Someone roared.
Qi Lin also noticed the situation behind him. He turned his head and his eyes suddenly became dull.
How could this speed be so fast!
In the live broadcast room, the originally heated atmosphere suddenly fell silent.
Countless people’s eyes were glued to the screen.
Oh my god, is that a human? This is a fucking movie!
"Brother, may I ask where this place is? Is this filming?" Someone typed quickly in disbelief and asked.
Immediately, the live broadcast room was flooded with replies.
"Yes, anchor, please tell me what kind of movie this is, who is the protagonist, and who is starring in it."
"Anchor, speak quickly."
At this time, Yang Haochen could not notice the situation in the live broadcast room. His eyes almost bulged out.
"Super, super, super!"
Just as Zhang Fan flew past Qi Lin, Yang Haochen stood up excitedly.
"One lap, one lap ahead, hahaha, garbage dog in the second grade, mighty in the freshman grade!"
In an instant, a middle school student sitting on the ground suddenly stood up and roared like thunder, shaking the sky.
On the stone steps, several physical education teachers were trembling all over.
"The grass is picking up speed again. Am I blinded by this?" A physical education teacher roared, his eyes staring at Zhang Fan who was running away, his expression extremely shocked.
"Oh my god, how could it be so fast? I suspect I bought a fake watch." A physical education teacher murmured in a low voice.
"Aww, Zhang Fan is so powerful and domineering."
"Zhang Fan, I want to give birth to a monkey for you."
"Zhang Fan, please be my boyfriend!"
The crazy voices were ups and downs, whether they were boys or girls, they were all boiling at this moment.
Huh, those rubbish from No. 2 Middle School still want to compete with us from Freshman Middle School. Aren't they looking for death?
Outside the school, more than 20 police officers heard such shocking sounds and immediately ran towards the school.
Damn, what happened?
This momentum is simply more explosive than the concerts of some small stars.
"God, his speed is still increasing."
"Damn, are my eyes fake?"
The eyes of several physical education teachers in No. 1 Middle School were already bloodshot. For five hundred meters, their eyes were completely wide open.
Looking at Zhang Fan running away, they just felt, damn, he must have entered a fake school.
Zhang Fan only felt that his heart was beating crazily, as if it was about to pop out of his chest.
The side effects of running five hundred meters quickly in a butterfly dance are also very obvious.
Immediately, Zhang Fan slowed down. He knew that if he continued, his blood vessels might burst.
The next moment, Zhang Fan felt that his body had recovered. The feeling of being suffocated was really terrifying.
It seems that the butterfly dance step can only be a short-term burst. But thinking about it, Zhang Fan also felt relieved. The butterfly dance step will continue to superimpose the speed. If it can continue forever, this is not bad.
Moreover, as time went on, he almost felt burning pain in his calf.
Limit, my current butterfly dance limit is 500 meters.
Qi Lin and Wang Rui were horrified beyond measure.
Zhang Fan has already surpassed them by one and a half laps. You must know that this is only the second lap. Moreover, their speed has also been maintained at the upper reaches of a long-distance race. This speed is definitely filling up. However, Zhang Fan is now almost
The fourth lap.
"Hey, Lao Wang, I'm here." Zhang Fan looked at Wang Rui not far away, shouted loudly, and speeded up again.
Wang Rui's legs almost gave out. When he saw Zhang Fan right behind his butt, he wanted to open the sewer next to him and get in.
It's embarrassing. I was only on my third lap, and Zhang Fan passed me by two laps. Damn, after all, I used to be a big brother in sports.
"Don't rush. You still have seventy-nine laps to go. The further back you go, the greater your physical exertion will be." Wang Rui said.
Zhang Fan also nodded. He was also very aware of this run. Now that five laps have passed and several bursts have occurred, he also feels a little tired.
However, when his eyes fell on Qi Lin not far ahead, he raised the corner of his mouth. "Old Wang, wait a minute, I will overtake Qi Lin again."
On both sides of the track, the eyes of people from the first and second middle schools were glaring again.
Damn it, this guy wants to surpass Qi Lin?
Damn, this slap in the face is so horrible.
Wang Rui also smiled bitterly. He really couldn't understand how Zhang Fan could still be in such good spirits when he went at full speed or even overspeed several times.
Sure enough, there are differences between people.
The people in No. 2 Middle School had completely lost their momentum at this time.
The successive blows gave them a feeling of powerlessness in their hearts.
At this time, they just want to see the final result.
After all, Qi Lin has also completed a marathon.
Feeling the footsteps behind him, Qi Lin also felt a strong sense of unwillingness in his heart.
This is the marathon to go to Nima, and Zhang Fan must not be allowed to surpass him.
Immediately, Qi Lin accelerated!
"Haha, it seems Qi Lin is serious too." Looking at the two people gradually moving away, Zhang Hua's face softened.
No matter how fast the speed is, what's the use? Durability is the key.
The smile on Zhou Jie's face never broke. He opened the drink and took a long sip. His eyes fell on Zhang Fan, with an extremely satisfied look on his face.
Sure enough, I was right. This guy is definitely the school's treasure.
Watching Zhang Fan and Qi Lin compete, Yang Haochen held his phone and looked at the barrage on it.
"Where is the anchor? Is he dead? Damn it, is he filming a movie?"
"Anchor, your house has been blown up. Come to your senses quickly."
Seeing that 30,000 people were paying attention to the live broadcast room, Yang Haochen almost threw his phone out.
Wucao, why did your popularity rise so quickly?
His original purpose was just to show the live broadcast to the seniors on the forum.
"Don't panic, everyone, this is just a marathon held by our school. You have also seen that there are only three people competing. The speed guy just now is our classmate in the third year of high school..."
Before Yang Haochen finished speaking, the live broadcast room exploded.