Seeing the actions of the students around him and the weird sounds of tutting, Zhou Jie's scalp instantly went numb.
The next moment, he threw away Zhang Hua's arm and sat upright, his eyes showing an extremely serious expression.
However, the laughter all around grew louder and louder.
"Lao Zhou and Zhang Hua are definitely having an affair. How dare I touch my dick and swear," one person said.
There was laughter from all around, and then everyone looked at Zhang Fan and Qi Lin.
At this time, Qi Lin seemed to have been drained of all his strength. His throat was extremely hot and his speed dropped sharply.
He never thought that he would be overtaken, and he was overtaken while running at full speed. He has never slacked off in terms of physical fitness over the years, and exercised every day. How could he lose to a student?
Zhang Fan caught up with Wang Rui, his whole body was filled with heat. He looked at Qi Lin as if he had lost his soul. Naturally, he didn't have to work so hard.
"Old Wang, how many laps have you done?"
Zhang Fan asked.
Wang Rui's face turned red and he immediately cursed angrily: "You little brat, you still want to slap me in the face, right?"
"Hey, Lao Wang, it's unreasonable for you to say that. We care about you, hehe." Zhang Fan said with a smile, then remained silent and slowly ran ahead step by step.
Qi Lin's loss of soul was a relief to the people of No. 1 Middle School. Damn it, you're just pretending to be a bullshit demon king. Compared with Zhang Fan, he's just a brat at best.
However, they will not let these people from No. 2 Middle School go.
"Hehehe, where is the person who just wanted to eat Xiang? Come out and let's go to the toilet and have a good talk."
"Hahaha." bursts of laughter immediately broke out.
A group of students from No. 2 Middle School were glaring angrily. At this moment, they felt extremely unhappy.
At the beginning, Qi Lin was overtaken by two laps. They came specifically to cheer for Qi Lin. Now that Qi Lin is like this, why are they still here, waiting to be laughed at by the people in No. 1 Middle School?
Immediately, some people left the scene one after another.
"Hahaha, the No. 2 Middle School dog is cowardly. Let's go and go to the No. 2 Middle School forum to slaughter the forum." One person suggested.
"Okay, count me in."
Hearing this voice, the faces of the people in No. 2 Middle School were uncertain. Damn it, is it necessary to slap them in the face like this?
At the same time, more and more people were leaving. Within ten minutes, there were only over a hundred people from No. 2 Middle School left.
These people stayed behind as a last-ditch counterattack. They didn't believe that Zhang Fan could finish the marathon.
Hum hum, when the time comes, I will have an excuse to fight back.
Even if I surpass Teacher Qi Lin by two laps, so what? I still haven’t finished the marathon!
"Hey, No. 2 Middle School Dog Trash, Class 14, Grade 2, No. 1 Middle School sent a congratulatory message."
"Class 7, Grade 3, No. 1 Middle School sent a congratulatory message..."
The forum of No. 2 Middle School was flooded with congratulatory messages.
Seeing the comments flying all over the place, some people from No. 2 Middle School silently closed the forum.
Damn, I get angry just looking at it, but there’s no way I can refute this.
"Brothers from No. 2 Middle School, don't panic. When Zhang Fan and the others collapse on the playground from exhaustion, it's time for us to fight back." Someone stood up and said.
"That's right, we haven't finished the marathon yet, we still don't know who will win." Someone echoed.
"Haha, Zhang Fan surpassed your big devil, Mr. Qi Lin, by two laps." Someone replied.
"How about two laps? Our teacher Qi Lin is someone who has completed a marathon." The person from No. 2 Middle School argued.
"Zhang Fan surpassed your big devil, Mr. Qi Lin, by two laps!" the reply reappeared.
"****Can you please stop talking about the two laps!" The person from No. 2 Middle School was furious.
"Okay, Qi Lin was overtaken by Zhang Fan by two laps!"
"Hey, where's the moderator? Come and ban this guy!" The people in No. 2 Middle School were furious!
"I still have ten trumpets! Hahaha!"
Laughing expressions were flying all over the sky.
The people in No. 2 Middle School were discouraged. After cursing Uncle Cao Ni in their hearts, they silently put their cell phones in their pockets.
Yang Haochen's live broadcast room has now exploded.
Rockets and other gifts are flying all over the sky.
"Well done, junior Zhang Fan has finally given our No. 2 Middle School some face. Please accept this wave of rockets."
"Junior Zhang Fan is so awesome. My heart is about to explode!"
"How do you know that junior Zhang Fan is so awesome upstairs?"
"Go away, dirty demon king!"
Yang Haochen looked at the 60,000 followers, his face was extremely rosy, and then he smiled exaggeratedly: "You didn't see our little devil Zhang Fan beat the provincial basket yesterday."
"F*ck, bloody abuse of the province basket? Your uncle, why didn't you live broadcast yesterday!"
"Ah ah ah ah, unfollow, damn, you forgot about it even if you didn't tell me, anchor, stupid, you don't even live stream such important things."
In an instant, the live broadcast room was filled with curses.
Yang Haochen was confused. How could he have thought of this yesterday?
Yang Haochen smiled bitterly, and then pointed the camera at Zhang Fan.
"Hey, brother, how many laps has it been? I just went to the No. 2 Middle School Forum to massacre people, so I didn't pay much attention." The friend asked the people around him.
"How do I know? I just went to No. 2 Middle School to massacre people." The man replied.
"Wucao, why are you all here? You're paralyzed, so who's counting?" one person said angrily.
"Tch, idiot, did you see the little notebook in Lao Zhou's hand? He's remembered it, and look at the camera over there. Don't worry. I'll go slaughter the board for a while." One person said, then lowered his head.
, both hands quickly clicked on the phone.
"Zhang Fan has completed his twentieth lap, Qi Lin has completed his eighteenth lap, and Wang Rui has completed his sixteenth lap. There are still more than sixty laps to go."
Zhou Jie looked at the word '正' on the small notebook and whispered.
Although he slapped No. 2 Middle School in the face, he still hopes that Zhang Fan and Wang Rui can complete the marathon. After all, this is the spirit of sportsmanship.
Twenty laps, that is, ten kilometers, and there are still 32.195 kilometers left to complete the marathon goal.
At this time, Zhang Fan also had a layer of dense sweat on his forehead, but compared to Wang Ruilai, he was much better.
Sweat was already dripping like beans on Wang Rui's head.
Ten kilometers is almost the limit for normal people, but for Wang Rui and Zhang Fan, this is just a warm-up.
The next thirty kilometers or so is the official journey.
The sunshine is so gentle that it shines on your body, making you feel very comfortable.
The group of people after the massacre put away their mobile phones indifferently, their eyes falling on Zhang Fan and Wang Rui.
"Brother, how many laps are there?"
"Twenty-eight laps, I just took a lap from Lao Zhou, that's right."
"Wucao, twenty-eight laps, fourteen kilometers, do you think they can really complete the marathon?"
"I guess, after all, the further you go, the harder it will be." Someone said slightly worriedly.
"Not necessarily. Look at Zhang Fan and Lao Wang's speed. They haven't slowed down at all."
Over at Zhou Jie, a group of physical education teachers were also discussing this topic.
However, as the atmosphere in Yang Haochen's live broadcast room became increasingly heated, it has spread online.
In the office of the Provincial Sports Center, several people sat in front of the big screen and looked at Zhang Fan's rapid figure. They were extremely excited.
"This man is very fast. I must win him. He is the sprint champion of this year's Provincial Games." A middle-aged man slapped the table and shouted.