289: Chapter 289: Slap in the Face Group?
(Third Update) 289: Chapter 289: Slap in the Face Group?
(Third Update) The Provincial Sports Games, held once a year, rotate through the various cities of SC Province.
The president of the Provincial Sports Association in that city has the most say.
So, this is also the moment when they are most full of pride.
No one would choose to offend the host’s president at this time, as that would simply be a death wish.
Besides, the other party is the narrow-minded Zhao Fen.
If during the competition, Zhao Fen demands a rematch, that would be fun.
A single race already takes all of an athlete’s energy, who the hell wants a second round?
Especially now, Zhao Fen’s expression is on the verge of exploding.
“Xiong Lin, you’re great, is this guy under you?” Zhao Fen glared fiercely at Zhang Fan.
Xiong Lin smirked coldly, “No need for you to worry about that, we’ll see on the track.”
Then, Xiong Lin dragged Zhang Fan to the locker room, knowing full well that Zhang Fan wouldn’t listen to him.
Just thinking about what Zhang Fan did in S City gave him chills.
He wasn’t worried about Zhang Fan, but he was extremely worried about Zhao Fen.
If Zhang Fan got annoyed, With Zhao Fen’s character, he’d end up in the hospital.
“Hmph, breaking the world record, huh?
Wait, I’m going to find some reporters.” Zhao Fen sneered with a dark look on his face as he went outside.
Two hundred meters in fifteen seconds?
Heh, as if anyone would believe that.
To enter under twenty seconds would require a national-level athlete; the current world record stands at 19.30 seconds.
That’s an Olympic record.
You people from S City love to brag, right?
Okay then, let’s play a big one this time.
If you don’t run fifteen seconds, I’d like to see how Xiong Lin saves face.
“President Zhao, what’s your take on this Provincial Sports Games?
How many first places do you think Z City can take?”
Seeing Zhao Fen make an appearance, a group of reporters swarmed around him.
Zhao Fen looked at the reporters from various cities with a mocking smile on his lips.
“First place?
I can’t guarantee anything, the other cities are very strong as well,” Zhao Fen said, not daring to exaggerate for fear of losing face if they don’t actually come in first.
After pausing for a moment, Zhao Fen sneered, “I just met Xiong Lin from S City, which reminded me of news from a few months ago from S City.
Apparently, they have a guy who broke the world record for the 200-meter sprint in fifteen seconds, a whole 4.30 seconds under the world record.
This time, I’m really looking forward to S City’s performance.”
“Is that so?” a reporter questioned, skeptical.
Zhao Fen took out his phone, quickly scrolling through it, and soon he found the news about Zhang Fan breaking the world record.
Then he handed over his phone, “Look, here’s the news from S City.”
The reporters immediately crowded around, and their eyes widened when they saw Zhang Fan in casual clothes and sneakers.
“My God, this can’t be true, right?
Fifteen seconds!”
One person scoffed, “Heh, fifteen seconds, what a joke.
This is the 200 meters, not the 100 meters.
S City really knows how to boast.”
“I’d say it’s more like the 100-meter record.”
“Heh, fifteen seconds for 100 meters, even a normal person could do it after a few days of training.”
Voices of sarcasm and mockery immediately filled the air.
The people coming and going also crowded around.
“Damn, fifteen seconds, S City’s bragging too big.”
“Heh heh, just waiting to see the face-slap.”
“What’s this kid’s name again?”
“Zhang Fan!”
“Tsk tsk tsk, no matter what, today’s headline belongs to him, haha, fifteen seconds, that’s hilarious.
Do all S City folks blow their own trumpet like this?”
“Look at how the kid is dressed; he doesn’t look like an athlete at all.
Where are the reporters from S City?
Let them enlighten us.”
Suddenly, news of Zhang Fan’s 200-meter dash in fifteen seconds spread far and wide.
“Hey, Ouyang Feng, why aren’t you warming up instead of wandering around, do you know that?
Your S city has become famous.
I heard there’s a guy named Zhang Fan who ran the 200 meters in fifteen seconds,” a young man called out loudly to Ouyang Feng and his group as he ran over.
“Idiot!” Ouyang Feng looked at the man as if he were looking at an idiot.
“Who the hell are you cursing!” the man yelled back furiously.
“I’m talking about you.
Don’t spout nonsense if you don’t understand,” Su Haoran and the others started to mock as well.
They had seen the video footage, and Zhang Fan’s fifteen seconds was flawless.
Especially after the race, Zhang Fan’s calm and unruffled demeanor made them feel like dying.
Not a single member of the S city provincial team questioned it.
And because of this, no one from S city came to participate in the 200-meter sprint today, besides Zhang Fan.
With Zhang Fan the freak participating, the sprint had nothing to do with them.
Just waiting to get crushed.
“Alright, very good, then let’s just wait and see.
Fifteen seconds, if that guy can hit that time, I’ll concede defeat outright in this afternoon’s race against you guys,” the man said, his neck reddening.
“Sure, remember you said that,” Zhong Dachen taunted.
Hehe, I wonder what this guy’s face would look like if he knew Zhang Fan was participating in this afternoon’s race.
“Let’s go, find Zhang Fan,” Ouyang Feng said, hands in his pockets, and walked towards the changing room.
“Excuse me, brother, I don’t know if the Zhang Fan you mentioned is S city’s Zhang Fan,” a young man said excitedly, stopping a chubby guy.
What the fuck, Brother Fan is participating in the Provincial Games?
I haven’t heard about this!
Damn it, what’s Yang Haochen doing, not informing us of such an important situation beforehand.
“Yes, it’s the S city one.
That fool, can’t even pretend to be good, fifteen seconds for the 200 meters, how could S city produce such a person,” the chubby guy said ridiculing.
What the fuck, it really is Brother Fan?
But the next moment, the young man’s eyes grew cold, and he swung his fist, throwing a punch straight out.
“Go to hell, you’re the idiot!”
“Son of a bitch, dare to hit me.” The chubby guy covered his face, and immediately charged forward.
“Fuck, yes I’m hitting you,” the young man said, grabbing the guy and starting to scuffle with him.
“Yun Ge, calm down, calm down,” a few young men from afar saw the scene and immediately came over, grabbing the young man around the waist and quickly dragging him away.
Bro, we’re here to watch the Provincial Games, what the hell are you doing?
“Why are you grabbing me, that idiot insulted Brother Fan,” the young man roared.
“What?
Insulting Brother Fan?
What the fuck, guys, beat the hell out of him,” a few men clenched their fists and charged over.
“Help!
They’re beating someone up.”
Shouts rang out, and suddenly, everyone’s eyes turned to look over here.
Shit, the games haven’t even started yet, and there’s already a fight?
Do they have to be this fierce!
“Bro, you’re getting hit, one more and you’ll end up in the hospital,” a few people tried to intervene.
Looking at the swollen and bruised chubby guy, a crowd of people couldn’t help but shake their heads in disbelief.
Geez bro, you’re one person fighting against five or six, isn’t that suicide?
“Kid, just you wait, I’m going to get backup right now, have the guts not to run away,” the chubby guy roared.
“Shit, come on, Yun Ge, let’s call our crew, damn it, I can’t stand someone insulting Brother Fan,” the young man said.
“Smack-Talking Crew?
Brother Fan?
What the hell is that?”
Those who came to watch were utterly confused.