Chapter 297 Brother, is there anything you can't do?
Why, why, why can he break the world record for 400 meters!
At this moment, Zhao Fen was really going crazy.
The sprint that had been prepared for so long turned into nothing in an instant.
If you can't get first place, even if you are second or third, what's the point.
The limelight has been robbed. Who the hell cares about the situation in their Z city?
Zhang Fan whistled and came to Zhao Fen. He raised his eyebrows and had a sarcastic look on his lips: "Oh, let's give in."
Zhang Fan's voice sounded, and laughter suddenly broke out.
Tsk tsk tsk, Zhao Fen’s face is so ugly.
"Hmph, it doesn't matter. It's just a sprint. There will be a middle-distance race later. We in City Z will definitely get first place." Zhao Fen suppressed the anger in his chest and stared at Zhang Fan fiercely and said.
"Oh, I'm sorry, I want to participate in the middle-distance running later." Zhang Fan looked malicious.
Isn't it just long-distance running? Do you really think that carrying 40kg of weight twice a day for 20 kilometers cross-country is in vain?
When Zhang Fan's voice was heard, the scene fell into silence again.
"Damn it, he still wants to participate in middle and long-distance running competitions?"
"Nima, is he fighting with Zhao Fen?"
"Oh, I feel sorry for Zhao Fen. He finally held a provincial sports meeting and was beaten on his home court. Just thinking about it makes me feel pitiful."
"You deserve it. If you mess with people for nothing, don't you deserve a beating?"
Xiaoxiao coughed violently while standing on the elevator.
Your sister, give others a way to survive. If you act like this, you will really have no friends.
"Brother Fan, come on, Brother Fan is mighty, here is the slap in the face, who can compete with you!"
Looking at the team of more than 200 people cheering for Zhang Fan in the distance, Xiao Xiaoning choked up.
Well, let’s pretend he didn’t say what he said before.
"Zhang Fan, are you okay?" Xiong Lin also asked while coughing.
Being able to take first place in all sprints and also break the world record, even if they don't participate in the following competitions, it will still make headlines.
But if Zhang Fan continues, if he doesn't get first place, it seems a bit bad.
"Come if you have the guts, eight hundred meters, one thousand five hundred meters, five thousand meters, ten thousand meters. If you have the guts, join them all." Zhao Fen roared angrily.
Damn, I’ve never seen anyone bully like this.
Why the hell do people still need to live?
"Oh, sure, there's no problem in running another marathon." Zhang Fan smiled brightly, and his snow-white teeth made everyone feel a little cold.
"By the way, is there any marathon? I really miss the taste of marathon." Zhang Fan said again.
A group of people nearby spurted blood instantly.
Your sister also runs a marathon?
Brother, let’s leave a way for people to survive, okay?
The audience in front of the TV was also confused.
Damn, do you really want to participate in all the next middle and long-distance running competitions?
Xiong Lin also laughed at this time: "Oh, I forgot to mention that Zhang Fan has run an ultra-long marathon of 47.25 kilometers."
"puff!"
A group of people started spraying.
Your uncle, 47.25 kilometers?
Do you want to show off like this?
"Hey, it's true. Come on, come on, let's take a look at this." One person took out his cell phone and found something about Zhang Fan running a marathon.
Immediately, there was a roar.
Your sister, you really are not bragging.
Immediately, a group of people looked at Zhao Fen, their expressions filled with pity.
Come on, it's going to be a big deal now. It's not good to offend anyone, but I'm going to offend Zhang Fan. Now let's see where you, City Z, put your face.
"The 800-meter race begins." Xiaoxiao was also speechless and shouted with a loudspeaker.
Seeing Zhang Fan come on stage, the expressions on the audience's faces became extremely strange.
Will Zhang Fan's results break the world record this time?
Everyone is looking forward to it.
The scene became extremely quiet, so quiet that Xiaoxiao felt a chill down her back.
This is the most bizarre Provincial Games in history. In the past, every session has not been in full swing.
When Zhang Fan crossed the finish line, there were sighs.
"Oh, it's number one again."
There was no surprise in the voice, but a sense of matter-of-factness.
The world record can be broken three times, so why should we be surprised if we take first place?
"One minute and eleven seconds!"
When Zhang Fan's results were announced, no one screamed or shouted, only countless pairs of eyes rolled.
Alas, the world record has been broken again.
It was almost thirty seconds over, so there was no fucking time to play.
One thousand five hundred meters!
Zhang Fan continues to play.
"Oh, number one again!"
"Two minutes and thirty-seven seconds!"
"Oh, we broke the world record again."
This is already the fifth one.
Can we break through the next five thousand meters?
It should work!
"Damn it, I won't run anymore, I won't run anymore, I want to go home, I miss my mom!" several long-distance runners wailed.
Damn it, how can the world record be broken so easily!
Forget it, we won’t play anymore, we can’t afford it anymore. Have you seen those people competing with Zhang Fan?
It's like losing your soul.
If you compete with him again, wouldn't you be courting death?
As a result, when Zhang Fan came to the runway, there was no one there!
"Where are the people?" Zhang Fan looked around and was surprised.
A group of audience members looked at this scene and couldn't help but laugh or cry.
Damn it, so that people don’t even dare to leave? You’re just kidding your sister.
Seeing Zhang Fan alone in the game, a group of coaches were confused.
"President Zhao Fen, do you still want to compete?"
Zhao Fen was trembling all over, and he roared angrily: "Competition, why not compete? Keep going, this is the fucking Provincial Games."
"Bang!"
Gunshots rang out, but the next moment, a group of people's eyes almost popped out of their heads.
"A person is worse than a fool. None of Zhao Fen's people are here. It's boring." Zhang Fan sighed, then left and ran, slowly walking towards Zhao Fen.
Your sister, won’t you run away?
What are you doing? This is the Provincial Games.
"Hey, Zhao Fen, do you still want to run in the next 10,000-meter race? Don't be cowardly and come to hurt each other." Zhang Fan said to Zhao Fen.
Zhao Fen's face became ferocious, and his eyes were blood red.
Hurt each other, hurt your sister, you are so proud of yourself, it is us who are hurt, it is us.
"No more running. Can we stop running in all races related to running, ah!" Zhao Fen roared, and the cell phone in his hand was thrown out by him.
"Tch, you coward!" Zhang Fan smiled coldly, then turned to Xiong Lin and said, "President, what other competitions do Zhao Fen and the others have? Let me see if I can get into them."
"Ah?" Xiong Lin looked confused, then took out his mobile phone, looked at the process of the game, and said slowly: "There is archery!"
"Archery, I can do this, I'm good at it." Zhang Fan said while dragging his chin.
"Hey, there's also a boxing match. Okay, I can do this too."
"Throwing the discus? I can do it too."
Listening to Zhang Fan's voice, even Xiong Lin started to wail.