After completing a 20-kilometer round of cross-country carrying a load of 40 kg, Zhang Fan felt paralyzed.
The limit has not been broken even once in the past month.
Zhang Fan was very depressed, did he have to carry a weight of fifty kilograms? However, the backpack was already full.
Damn! Do I need to change to an extra large size?
Or thirty kilometers?
But thirty kilometers takes too much time.
It took almost an hour and a half to reach twenty kilometers, and it took less than two hours to reach thirty kilometers.
In the end, Zhang Fan smiled bitterly and shook his head.
Not reliable!
Hey, why are there so many people at the door?
Looking at the people already standing at the door, Zhang Fan couldn't help but feel dizzy.
Nothing will happen, right?
Zhang Fan grabbed the crowd around him and headed towards the door.
"Hey, where did this kid come from, squeezing yarn?"
A middle-aged man shouted, with strong dissatisfaction on his face.
Zhang Fan really wanted to punch this guy in the head and tell him to get out of here, this is my house, okay?
"Brother, you are back. These people are crazy." Zhang Xiaoyuan had a look of dissatisfaction on her face.
Early in the morning, a group of people came to the door and made a lot of noise. The good mood was suddenly gone.
Zhang Xiaoyuan opened the door, and a group of people immediately crowded towards the door.
"What the hell are you doing?" Zhang Fan quickly closed the door, stood at the door, and roared.
"What are they here for?" Zhang Fan asked Zhang Xiaoyuan with a black line on his head.
"It's not you yet." Zhang Xiaoyuan pouted and said.
"Me?" Zhang Fan looked confused.
"Yes, your quota for internal recruitment at Tsinghua University!" Zhang Xiaoyuan said.
"Go, this." Zhang Fan rolled his eyes, looked at the group of people in front of him, and immediately shouted: "Stop crowding, they have been given away, everyone goes back to their homes to find their mothers."
"Little brother, please don't, let's discuss it carefully, how much it will cost, you make a price!" A middle-aged man said anxiously.
This is Tsinghua University's internal recruitment quota. Even if it is selling the iron, it must be obtained.
Zhang Fan grinned: "Okay, ten million, do you have it?"
Suddenly, the group of people at the door fell silent.
Ten million? Why the hell don’t you grab it?
"If you don't leave, I'll call the police. Ten million. Don't even think about it without ten million." Zhang Fan said. At this moment, he just wanted to make the group of people in front of him disappear. The things had been given to Gao Qi, even if they were
He wouldn't sell it for 20 million.
"Hey, that's right. Zhang Fan has donated 20 million, so there is no shortage of money."
The group of people sighed with great disappointment, glanced at Zhang Fan with a pair of resentful eyes, and then slowly left.
When everyone was gone, Zhang Fan breathed a sigh of relief, hugged Zhang Xiaoyuan, let out a sigh, and immediately ran to the bathroom.
When he walked out wearing big underpants, he was confused again.
Aunt Qin, why are they here?
Oh, Ye Yanran, this tigress, why is she dressed so sexy today!
Zhang Fan's eyes instantly fell on Ye Yanran.
"Good morning, Xiaofan." Ye Jingtian and Qin Shuang looked at Zhang Fan with smiles.
"Aunt Qin, it's morning, Uncle Ye, come in and sit down." Zhang Fan also said quickly, glanced at Ye Xuan, and quickly ran into the room and dragged out a few chairs.
Huh? Who is that guy with a mummy-like head at the door?
Oh, it turns out to be Yi Tianxing.
What is this guy doing here?
Under Zhang Fan's suspicious gaze, Yi Tianxing walked in with gritted teeth.
"Brother Zhang Fan, I'm here to apologize to you today." Looking at Qin Shuang and Ye Jingtian who were staring at him with unkind eyes, cold sweat continued to break out on his forehead.
"Oh." Zhang Fan nodded, then waved his hand: "I understand, go back."
Yi Tianxing's eyes widened.
Oh? Got it? Go back?
Dismissed yourself in just seven words?
"What are you doing standing around here? Do you still want to stay and eat?" Zhang Fan said.
Yi Tianxing's face looked extremely dull.
Damn it, it’s like you’re just here to make a living?
"Good morning, Zhang Fan, good morning, Instructor Zhang." Hua Ling ran in, but within a moment, his eyes were fixed on Ye Yanran.
"Yanran, morning."
"Humph!" Ye Yanran snorted coldly and ignored Hua Ling.
Instructor Zhang?
Yi Tianxing's eyes fell on Zhang Dongyang at the door, and a chill ran down his back.
Zhang Fan's father is an instructor of the SWAT team?
Damn it, forget it, run away quickly. If Zhang Fan's father finds out that he led people to beat Zhang Fan yesterday, he will be beaten again.
Looking at Yi Tianxing running away, Hua Ling said strangely: "What is this guy doing here?"
"I wanted to get some free time, but I didn't give him a chance. You guys are also here to get some free time, right?" Zhang Fan looked at Hua Ling suspiciously.
"No, no, no, I'm just here to say hello to Instructor Zhang. Well, um, I haven't had breakfast yet." Hua Ling laughed.
Zhang Fan rolled his eyes and ignored this guy. He returned to the bedroom, changed his clothes, and then walked out.
When he walked out, he found that there were a few more people in the yard.
Damn it, what is this for?
Not far away, Weng Shuang lowered his head, his face extremely red.
treat?
She knew what Zhang Fan meant by treatment.
She's not ready yet.
After all, this is her first time.
Thinking of the treatment plan, she couldn't hold her head up even more.
Especially seeing the anxious look on her father's face, she wanted to find a crack in the ground and crawl in.
Weng Taixing rubbed his hands with an extremely embarrassed look on his face.
"Classmate Zhang Fan, I don't know when you will be free. Please help my Shuang'er with his treatment."
Originally, he didn't pay much attention to this matter. After all, Zhang Fan's age didn't matter. He was eighteen years old. Even Mr. Gao Yuangao couldn't cure Weng Shuang. How could this kid be cured? But he saw the news in the morning.
After that, he couldn't wait any longer.
Even people who have received critical illness notices can be cured. This is simply incredible.
"Ah? Treatment?"
Zhang Fan's eyes instantly became hot. His eyes swept over Weng Shuang's seductive body, and an evil fire suddenly rose up.
That small waist, those legs, tsk tsk tsk!
It's so early in the morning, why don't you give someone away like this?
"Classmate Zhang Fan, please speak up. The cost of treatment is not an issue. Just give me a price." Weng Taihang came to Zhang Fan and said anxiously.
"Haha, this is easy to talk about, but I want to ask, are you ready?" Zhang Fan stared at Weng Shuang and said.
"Preparation, whatever preparations are needed, treatment is enough now." Weng Taihang said.
However, at this moment, Weng Shuang's brain was buzzing.
She knew what Zhang Fan meant by preparing well.
Ye Yanran's expression became angry. She took Weng Shuang's arm and said, "Don't be afraid. I'll stay with you. If this guy can't cure you, I'll beat him to death."
"Ah, are you coming too?" Zhang Fan said in shock.