191: Chapter 191: Traitor?
(Ninth Update) 191: Chapter 191: Traitor?
(Ninth Update) Before, Zhang Fan hadn’t paid much attention, but now, Ye Xuan’s attire was utterly transformed.
Zhang Fan tiptoed stealthily into the kitchen and directly hugged Ye Xuan.
“Ah!”
Ye Xuan was startled by Zhang Fan’s action, then immediately blushed, holding the spatula and glared daggers at him.
“Go wash up, you reek of sweat.”
“Xuan, you’ve gotten prettier,” Zhang Fan chuckled.
“Go away, don’t disturb my cooking,” Ye Xuan huffed.
Since Zhang Fan’s appetite had exploded, every day he had to cook two pots of rice, one and a half of which were for Zhang Fan.
And there were twenty eggs.
“Don’t eat too many eggs, cholesterol will be high,” Zhang Dongyang warned as he watched Zhang Fan wolfing down his food.
“Oh Dad, you’re just afraid that I’ll eat you out of house and home, relax, that won’t happen,” Zhang Fan said, while Ye Xuan and Zhang Xiaoyuan kept stuffing peeled eggs into his bowl.
What you eat is what you need!
Watching the three of them eat like a small family, Zhang Dongyang just buried his head and kept eating.
As for Zhang Fan, there was nothing he could say.
Training with Zhang Fan every day, even he started feeling a bit of pressure.
These past few days, carrying a 40kg load for forty kilometers, he was barely managing to keep up each day.
This training load was completely beyond what he had experienced in the army.
Not getting into a university?
What does it matter, after the college entrance exams, he was going to make some calls.
He believed Zhang Fan would definitely cause a sensation.
Now, all Zhang Fan lacked was training with various weapons.
That, he dared not teach Zhang Fan, who, if given time, was sure to cause trouble.
If something went wrong, it would be the end.
“Brother Fan, the monthly exams are coming up, aren’t you going to school?
You have no idea, Wu Ji talks about you every day in class, saying all sorts of nasty things, it’s really annoying me,” Zhang Xiaoyuan said indignantly.
Zhang Fan coldly smiled, “Don’t worry, once I’m done with today’s business, I’ll go to school.
I too, want to see what Wu Ji says about me behind my back.”
“What’s today’s business?”
Not only Ye Xuan but also Zhang Dongyang asked.
“Of course, it’s about that bunch from the Provincial Sports Team.
Early this morning, Old Dong called to rush me.
A month ago, I beat up those guys from Lightspeed, and they’re eager to see me flop,” Zhang Fan said leisurely.
“Xiao Fan, don’t get physical, you’re not just any ordinary person now,” Zhang Dongyang quickly said.
He had seen Zhang Fan smash a twenty-centimeter-thick bluestone slab with one palm, and even he was somewhat fearful of that skill.
Zhang Fan quickly nodded, “Chill, don’t you trust me?”
Zhang Dongyang shook his head, “How can I be at ease?
If it weren’t for Uncle Ye calling to bail you out last time, you would probably still be locked up in jail.
Hurting over eighty people, and they even came asking for medical expenses.”
Zhang Fan couldn’t help but roll his eyes, that incident, even without Uncle Ye, they would have had to let him out, given the two hundred thousand people’s petitions.
“Alright, alright, off to the Provincial Sports Team.” After eating, Zhang Fan immediately said.
“I want to go too,” said both Zhang Xiaoyuan and Ye Xuan simultaneously.
Just then, the phone rang.
“Brother Fan, where are you?
We’re already at the Provincial Sports Team, the brothers in the live streaming room can hardly wait, hurry over.”
“Just ate, be right there,” Zhang Fan said.
But soon, the phone rang again.
“Teacher Zhang, heard you’re going head-to-head with the guys from Provincial Sports today, need us to come over?” Lin Qing’s voice came through.
“Aren’t you guys working?”
“Work?
We’ve been idle lately, it’s been a long time since you taught us Capturing.”
“Oh, forgot.””Teacher Zhang, you…”
“Brother Zhang Fan, have you come yet?
Jiang Xiaoyang and the others are all ready, just waiting for you,” Dong Jian said anxiously.
“I just had dinner, I’ll be there soon, stop rushing me, it hasn’t been that long.
Let them wait,” Zhang Fan said, with a toothpick in his mouth.
“…”
Dong Jian was already fuming.
“Xiaoyuan, hurry up and change your clothes, Old Dong is hurrying us,” Zhang Fan said to Zhang Xiaoyuan, who was in her pajamas.
Although he said this, he himself lay down on a lounge chair, leisurely rocking the chair.
Thirty minutes later, Zhang Fan finally left the house.
“Dad, aren’t you going?”
“I’ll take a good nap, I’m old enough, can’t you find the way?” Zhang Dongyang yawned and went back to his room.
“GOGO, let’s go.”
Zhang Fan walked out of the alley, hailed a cab, and headed straight for the Provincial Sports Center.
“Hey, brother, are you also going to enjoy the spectacle?” the driver asked.
“Ah?
Right!” Zhang Fan, with his arms around Zhang Xiaoyuan and Ye Xuan’s waists holding both pleasantly, replied.
“Hehe, I heard some young lad is challenging the ‘Speed of Light’ gang, ah, these young people nowadays, instead of studying properly, they just love fooling around.
Thank goodness my daughter knows better and went off to school early this morning,” the driver rambled on.
Zhang Fan was speechless—’young lad’?
Zhang Xiaoyuan and Ye Xuan both looked at Zhang Fan with interest, giggling constantly.
In fifteen minutes, Zhang Fan safely arrived at the entrance of the Provincial Sports Center.
The moment he got out of the car, screams erupted.
“Zhang Fan is here!”
“Damn, where?”
“Ah, Brother Fan, you finally made it, come on, say hello to the brothers in the live stream,” Yang Haochen squeezed through the crowd, ran up to Zhang Fan, and aimed the camera at him.
“Brothers, good morning, let’s go make some people suffer,” Zhang Fan said with a wicked smile.
“Brother Fan is mighty and imposing.”
“6666, haven’t seen Brother Fan in a month, baby missed him so much.”
“Miss, why don’t you miss me?!”
“Get lost.”
“Brother Fan, keep it low-key, watch for bricks.”
“Guys, let’s fire up some rockets.”
“Alright, I’ve been preparing for a month, sending twenty rockets up.”
“Wealthy tycoon spotted!
233333!”
Yang Haochen watched the rockets soaring across the sky and was beside himself with joy.
By the end of last month, his bank account had suddenly grown by 130,000 yuan.
Such a massive income, unthinkable before, delighted him.
“Hehe, a bunch of brainless fans, flaunting what?
A guy who hasn’t trained for a month can beat our idol, dream on,” members of the Speed of Light fan club scoffed nearby.
“Pfft, what crap is Speed of Light, huh, those bastards used to just wine and dine and never cared about us.
I’m one of Brother Fan’s die-hard fans now.”
“Damn, traitor, someone beat him up!”