"President Zhao, what's wrong with your team members? Are they in poor condition or not well trained?"
"President Zhao, what do you think of the next game..."
Facing the questions from a group of reporters, Zhao Fen looked increasingly ugly.
However, there are only the last three people left on Zhang Fan's side.
"Now there are No. 3, No. 7, and No. 29 left on the field. Next, it is the competition for the top three." Xiaoxiao explained, while teasing: "The first place must be Zhang Fan, because he
Not one miss, all ten rings, as long as the last three arrows don’t miss the target, ahem, it seems like no one has missed the target except contestant No. 4.”
"Hahaha!"
A group of people laughed.
Contestant No. 4, isn’t he from City Z?
Listening to Xiaoxiao's voice, Zhao Fen's face was livid. He was so stupid. Why did he invite him here? Isn't this a slap in the face?
However, at this moment, the last round of archery competition also ended.
"At the end of the last round, contestant No. 3 won the first place with a score of 720 points."
"Contestant No. 7 finished second with a score of 709 points."
"Contestant No. 29 finished third with a score of 705 points."
When the coach announced the results, the audience was silent.
Your sister is number one again. Did you make a mistake?
The weird atmosphere made the people in front of the TV a little unnatural.
Shouldn't the whole place burst into flames when the results are announced? Why is it so quiet as if it's late at night? Is this still a competition?
But ten seconds later, the face-slapping group erupted into extremely enthusiastic screams.
"Brother Fan is mighty and domineering!"
Looking at this scene, Zhao Fen's expression became even more gloomy.
"What's the next game?" Zhao Fen asked.
"President, the next competition is weightlifting!" the assistant said.
"Start now!"
"Yes, let's make arrangements now!"
Zhang Fan walked to Xiong Lin with a gloomy smile on his face: "President, what is the next game? Will Zhao Fen participate?"
Zhang Fan's voice was very loud, and his voice could be heard from a distance of twenty meters.
Suddenly, a group of people's eyes widened.
Holy shit, this pervert Zhang Fan really got into a fight with Zhao Fen?
"What's next? Does anyone know?"
"Weight lifting! Weight lifting!"
"Damn, it's time to lift weights. Look at Zhang Fan's small body. He's a bit thin. Can he lift weights? It seems that the minimum standard is 65 kilograms."
"I'm afraid he can't do it with his small body!"
A group of people discussed in low voices.
Xiong Lin also became worried. After all, Zhang Fan's body was here, and every weightlifting member in their team was not full of muscles.
Moreover, weightlifting is also dangerous to a certain extent. For example, when the weight is lifted above the head, the athlete is exhausted and suddenly drops it. It's okay if he doesn't hit himself, but if he does, it will be really fun.
"Classmate Zhang Fan, the next competition is weightlifting, can you do it?" Xiong Lin asked in a low voice.
Zhang Fan rolled his eyes: "No?"
Immediately, Zhang Fan stepped forward, grabbed Xiong Lin's collar with one hand and Xiong Lin's belt with the other, and lifted Xiong Lin up with a little force.
"Ah, classmate Zhang Fan, what are you doing!" Xiong Lin felt his whole body light up, and then found himself being lifted up.
Damn, was he lifted up in an instant?
But the next moment, Xiong Lin's back suddenly felt cold.
Hearing Xiong Lin's cry, a group of people immediately looked over. When they saw Xiong Lin being lifted high by Zhang Fan, their throats felt itchy.
Damn, slap in the face on the spot?
"President, can I do it?" Zhang Fan chuckled. Are you kidding me? His current strength has already reached 46 points. The training for these two months was not in vain.
Although I didn't get first blood or break through the limit again, it still increased by three points. Moreover, I haven't drawn a lottery yet. If I get another marrow-cutting potion, it will be a solid fifty points.
Isn't it just weightlifting? Isn't it difficult?
Xiong Lin's scalp was numb and he shouted quickly: "Okay, okay, you can do it, put me down quickly."
Damn it, at a height of over two meters, if you fall down, you won’t be reduced to a fool.
Ouyang Feng and the others took a few steps back, fearing that Zhang Fan would use them as test subjects.
But the next moment, everyone reacted.
Xiong Lin is tall and strong, at least 85 kilograms, right?
Damn it, Zhang Fan was able to lift him up, at least to the level of weightlifting, right?
Zhang Fan put Xiong Lin down and clapped his hands: "President, please never say anything like this in front of me in the future. This hurts a man's self-esteem."
Looking at Zhang Fan's smiling face, Xiong Lin nodded quickly.
Damn it, why don’t you just say it in the future?
At this time, Zhao Fen came over with three weightlifting team members. His eyes swept over Zhang Fan coldly, then pointed at Zhang Fan and said: "If you lose to him, you can leave on your own."
The three people behind Zhao Fen sneered at the same time: "Haha, with a body like his, don't worry, President."
A group of people around him were stunned.
Damn it, when Zhang Fan lifted Xiong Lin just now, didn't Zhao Fen see it?
That relaxed look doesn't look like weightlifting.
At this time, Zhao Fen's assistant ran over and looked at Zhang Fan with extremely horrified eyes. He had just seen Zhang Fan lifting Xiong Lin. Immediately, he quickly lowered his head and said in Zhao Fen's ear: "
President, let’s not participate in the weightlifting event.”
Zhao Fen raised his head suspiciously and said coldly: "Wang Xiang, you didn't take your medicine this morning or you were frightened. Why don't we in City Z participate in the weightlifting event?"
"President, you didn't see Zhang..."
Before the assistant could finish speaking, a big-eared man slapped him in the face.
"Go away, am I the president or you are the president? Do I need you to tell me what to do?" The flames in Zhao Fen's eyes were about to burst out.
A horse and a coin, but not participating in weightlifting? This is an opportunity sent by God. With a body like Zhang Fan, how many kilograms can he lift?
What a joke.
Wang Xiang stared at Zhao Fen blankly, feeling the burning pain on his face. The next moment, he exploded.
"***Zhao Fen, you idiot, if you want to embarrass yourself, go ahead. Damn it, I'm telling you right now, if I don't do it, it's better for me to go home and farm than to stay with you, this idiot, you short
Winter melon, I'm just waiting for you to get slapped in the face."
As Wang Xiang spoke, he took off the Z city sign from his chest and threw it at Zhao Fen's face.
Zhao Fen looked at Wang Xiang in disbelief, and it took him a while to come back to his senses: "Okay, okay, get out of here, and never come to work here again in your life."
"Hahaha, you're teasing me to death. Zhao Fen must be mentally retarded. Oops, I feel sorry for that uncle."
"Hey, what do you think will happen when Zhao Fen knows the truth?"