"Yes, coach, I'm going to No. 1 Middle School right now." Another middle-aged man stood up and walked directly out the door.
"Wait, I'll go with you."
In an empty basketball training ground, Zhong Tianchen held his mobile phone and watched the League of Legends live broadcast with great interest.
Of course, he was hiding in the corner and watching secretly. If Ouyang Feng discovered it, it would be another terrifying training of dribbling two thousand meters.
However, when he saw the rocket on the top of the screen, his eyelids were twitching. Damn, do you want anyone to watch the live broadcast? There is a group of five here.
Seeing his favorite anchor being fucked to death in the dragon pit, he almost smashed his phone in anger.
"Nima, whose fucking live broadcast room is this? Why haven't I seen it before? I want to see who the fuck it is."
Zhong Tianchen clicked in, and immediately his eyes popped out.
Damn it, is this Zhang Fan?
Zhong Tianchen only felt that he was hallucinating. He put the phone on his lap and rubbed his eyes fiercely with both hands. However, the next moment, the person on the screen remained the same.
Zhang Fan, who he knew even when he was burned to ashes, was paralyzed and tortured his group of people to death. Ouyang Feng was going crazy, and the amount of training tripled.
Damn it, do you still need to live? After one session, I am basically exhausted to the point of exhaustion.
But immediately, his eyes froze again.
Qi Lin?
Wucao, why is Qi Lin here?
He is very familiar with Qi Lin. Damn it, isn't this guy a provincial fighting champion?
However, why doesn’t Qi Lin’s condition look very good?
"The second middle school is a piece of trash, hahaha, Qi Lin is the big bullshit devil, he was tortured so badly by Zhang Fan, it's embarrassing."
When Zhong Tianchen heard Yang Haochen's voice, he almost threw his phone away.
"Grass!"
Zhong Tianchen screamed in surprise.
Worri, Qi Lin was abused by Zhang Fan? Wocao, what happened?
Numb, I just tortured their provincial basket yesterday, and today I tortured Qi Lin, what's going on?
"Zhong Tianchen, okay, you are watching the live broadcast again, right? Running with the ball for 5,000 meters."
Ouyang Feng's eyes were like two knives, piercing him fiercely.
Zhong Tianchen suddenly stood up suddenly, his cell phone clattering to the ground.
He looked at Ouyang Feng with a dry mouth, running with the ball for 5,000 meters? Damn, are you so perverted?
Su Haoran and Lin Tao looked at Zhong Tianchen with pity. This guy, I wonder if Ouyang Feng is still angry, dares to secretly watch the live broadcast, and is seeking death.
Zhong Tianchen looked sad and ran over holding his cell phone.
"Boss, I didn't mean to secretly watch the live broadcast. I heard the news about Zhang Fan, so..."
Ouyang Feng's eyes turned cold, and his whole face was like ice: "Six thousand meters!"
Su Haoran and Lin Tao both shook their heads at the same time.
Damn it, you dare to mention Zhang Fan at this time? Did Zhong Tianchen’s head get kicked by a ball? I wonder if the name Ouyang Feng should not hear the most right now is Zhang Fan?
Now it's okay, running with a ball for 6,000 meters, haha, poor man.
Zhong Tianchen was about to cry, and he immediately said: "Zhang Fan has caused trouble again. He abused Qi Lin, the provincial fighting champion and the guy who won the Marathon Medal of Honor."
"Um?"
Ouyang Feng's eyes were strange. Qi Lin, he knew that this guy was famous in this city five years ago. When he founded the basketball team, he was ridiculed by this guy. Has this guy been abused?
"What's going on?" Ouyang Feng also became interested.
Zhong Tianchen quickly picked up the phone and handed it to Ouyang Feng.
Su Haoran and Lin Tao also leaned their heads and looked at their phones curiously.
When Ouyang Feng looked at Qi Lin and lost his soul like a dead dog, his eyes lit up.
"Let's go to Yizhong and get slapped in the face!" Ouyang Feng hurried outside without looking back.
"Ah? What's going on?"
Both Zhong Tianchen and Su Haoran looked confused.
Slap in the face? Whose face?
Zhang Fan? Stop joking, captain, we were tortured yesterday.
Lin Tao was about to cry. Damn it, was this a slap in the face? It seemed like he was being slapped in the face.
By the time they reacted, Ouyang Feng had already driven away in his car.
"Fuck, follow me and watch the captain not to cause trouble." Zhong Tianchen said and ran out quickly.
"Forty-two laps!"
On the playground, the eyes of a group of people were extremely fiery.
Half of it, 21 kilometers, 21.195 kilometers left, the last number, who the hell cares at this time.
"It's been two and a half hours."
Someone looked at the time and saw that it was already twelve o'clock. However, no one went to eat at this time.
Damn it, even if I starve to death, I still have to watch this wonderful game.
Zhang Fan's back was already soaked with sweat.
The heat all over my body was extremely uncomfortable, especially my legs, as if they were ignited by something.
But it's okay, I can persevere.
It was much better than the last two kilometers this morning.
Zhang Fan glanced at Wang Rui next to him and asked with concern: "Old Wang, are you okay?"
Wang Rui shook his head.
He doesn't dare to speak now. If he speaks, it will definitely disrupt his rhythm.
But for a moment, he looked at Zhang Fan as if he had seen him before.
Wo Cao, you are already 21 kilometers away, and you can still speak? Moreover, your speech is not hurried at all? Wo Cao, this kid’s legs are fake, right?
Paralyzed, looking at himself, he didn't even dare to speak, Damn, this guy doesn't look like a guy with super physical strength!
Looking back at Qi Lin who was soaked in sweat, Wang Rui felt better.
When I thought about how many laps I had been passed, I suddenly felt cursed in my heart!
But after thinking about the price Qi Linchao had paid for his two laps, Wang Rui instantly felt balanced.
It's all Zhang Fan's fault. Otherwise, Qi Lin's condition should be better than him.
After all, not just anyone can win the provincial fighting championship.
"Go and give this to them to replenish their strength."
Gao Yuan took three bags of salt water and handed them to a doctor beside him, who ran towards Zhang Fan and the others.
Looking at the salt water in the doctor's hand, Zhang Fan and the others immediately slowed down their pace.
"You can only drink it little by little, you know?" the doctor ordered.
Zhang Fan also understands. After all, after his experience this morning, he also knows how important it is to replenish water.
After taking a small sip of salt water, Zhang Fan instantly felt that the heat in his body was much better.
"Circle fifty-four!"
Someone shouted lowly.
At this moment, the speed of Zhang Fan, Wang Rui and Qi Lin became extremely slow.
The speed is almost as fast as trotting.
But no one laughed.
Looking at the soaked clothes of the three of them, no one could laugh.
"Crunch!"
The sound of a car braking suddenly sounded.
Five middle-aged men quickly walked into the gate of No. 1 Middle School.
"Hmm? Someone from the Provincial Sports Committee?"
Someone saw it and immediately recognized the middle-aged man who took the lead.
"Principal Zhou, hello, hello, I want this person." Dong Jian pointed at Zhang Fan not far away and said with great excitement.