139: Chapter 139 You’re Not Up to It 139: Chapter 139 You’re Not Up to It Xu Jin and Liu Feifei, at this very moment, had lost all their previous disgust toward Zhang Fan.
Instead, it was replaced by an expression of immense curiosity.
Gao Yuan–who doesn’t know of his great renown?
Even the generation of their grandfathers, upon seeing Gao Yuan, would respectfully address him as Elder Gao.
How did this young fellow manage to earn the title of master from Gao Yuan?
“Grandpa Gao, why have you come?” Zhang Fan asked, puzzled.
Gao Yuan hurriedly explained, “Your vice principal just called me, mentioning that someone at your school was having a marathon, so here I am, arriving immediately since I had nothing else on.
How would I know you were also at school?
Otherwise, what would I be doing here?”
Zhang Fan then understood–Zhou Jie was worried about accidents happening during the marathon.
However, that made sense; just remembering that near-death feeling after the weighted cross-country run in the morning, if it weren’t for the salt water his father had prepared, he probably would be lying down right now.
“Grandpa Gao, I’ll have to rely on you later.
If anything happens to me, please don’t ignore me,” Zhang Fan quickly added, smiling.
Gao Yuan, startled, looked at Zhang Fan incredulously and asked, “Are you the one preparing to run the marathon?”
Zhang Fan nodded, then pointed at Qi Lin in the distance and said, “I’ll be racing him later.”
Gao Yuan immediately slapped his chest, saying confidently, “Don’t worry, with me here, just run as you please.”
“Xiaoyun, start getting ready.” Gao Yuan shouted at the three people in the distance.
He immediately put down the wooden box and took out all the instruments like silver needles.
It was then that the crowd behind them snapped out of their trance.
A few doctors quickly ran over, opened their medical cases, and took out their medical equipment.
However, while in action, they looked up at Zhang Fan, who was all smiles, with wonderment.
They truly couldn’t comprehend why Elder Gao would honor this youngster with the title of master.
Zhou Jie, Xu Guozhi, and Zhang Hua also came back to their senses.
They stared at Zhang Fan as if he were a monster, thinking, my god, what background does this kid have?
“Right, call the hospital and get an ambulance ready.
We can’t have any accidents with Xiao Fan, better to err on the side of caution–prepare for everything,” Gao Yuan, standing up, instructed.
“I’ll call right away,” a youth in his mid-twenties immediately took out his phone.
“Ahem, then shall we start?” Zhou Jie was somewhat giddy, not understanding the respect Gao Yuan showed for Zhang Fan, but he knew one truth–Zhang Fan was from their school.
Hehe, no matter what, even if this marathon didn’t meet expectations, he had enough to boast about.
“Let’s get started then, Qi Lin, come on over.” Zhang Hua was somewhat dazed, his speech cloudy and confused.
“Wait, I want to try too,” Wang Rui said, and then he sprinted toward the office.
What a joke, with Elder Gao around, he wasn’t afraid of any danger.
He had heard of Elder Gao’s reputation back in Capital City–that’s the renowned ‘Ghost Hand Hua Tuo’ after all.
On one side, the people from Secondary School No.2, under the direction of First High’s teachers, moved to the center of the sports field.
Three thousand people crowded the area, looking incredibly packed.
After Wang Rui had changed into his athletic wear, he stood at the starting line with Zhang Fan and Qi Lin.
Eighty-four laps plus one hundred ninety-five meters!
The moment Zhang Fan and the others stood at the starting line, everyone fell silent, their eyes blazing with excitement.
This was a marathon, after all.
“Begin!”
Zhou Jie shouted loudly, his mood exceptionally pleased.
As for safety concerns, with Elder Gao around, they were non-existent.
Now, all he had to do was quietly observe the performance of Zhang Fan and Wang Rui.
The race began, and everyone held their breath.
Under everyone’s gaze, Zhang Fan lazily stretched.
“Damn it, is this bastard not going to run?
What’s he doing, going for a walk?”
“I knew Zhang Fan was unreliable, tsk tsk tsk, let’s see how he slaps his own face this time.”
Discussion continued to arise.
Qi Lin sneered, glanced at Zhang Fan, and then started running at an unhurried pace.
Wang Rui rolled his eyes and said in a low voice, “Follow behind me.”
Zhang Fan smiled, follow behind?
That wasn’t his style.
Immediately, his body leaned forward, and like an arrow released from its bowstring, he began to sprint.
Soon, Zhang Fan had overtaken Wang Rui and was running shoulder to shoulder with Qi Lin.
“Not up to the mark, huh?
You’ve been warming up for half a day,” Zhang Fan said, twisting his head with a heh-heh smile at Qi Lin, then accelerated again to run in front of Qi Lin before slowing down.
If you’re going to challenge someone, you should show a challenging attitude.
It’s embarrassing to timidly trail behind, it’s like slapping your own face.
Zhang Fan’s actions immediately blew up the crowd.
“Damn, this guy is too arrogant, shit, I can’t even watch this,” someone from the second school shouted.
“Heh, if you’re not convinced, go up there.
The track is right there, come on up if you dare,” a guy from the first school said with a flamboyant gesture and then, whistling, provocatively looked at the group from the second school.
“Heh, it’s just the beginning, there are still eighty-four laps to go.
Starting with a sprint, it won’t be long before he’s dead tired,” the people from the second school scoffed.
This isn’t a sprint race, let’s see if you can keep up this pace all along.
Over at Zhang Hua’s place, he turned on the camera, aimed at a track lane, and then turned around to sit beside Zhou Jie, not paying any further attention.
This track was two hundred meters long.
To capture the whole field in shot, drone footage was needed, but setting the camera there was sufficient to clearly record the whole marathon.
Gao Yuan sat in the middle, watching Zhang Fan’s back, feeling a bit of worry in his heart.
If it came to human limits, he, as an experienced traditional medicine practitioner, knew them all too well.
42.195 kilometers, how many people could actually finish it?
Ye Xuan and Zhang Xiaoyuan were sitting on stone steps, their heads in their hands, their eyes following Zhang Fan as he moved.
It was fortunate that the crowd on the field sat down; otherwise, with them standing as a dense mass, how could they see a glimpse of Zhang Fan?
Zhou Jie, on the other hand, was holding a notebook and a pen, busy with the task of counting laps.
After one lap, the atmosphere in the entire field did not subside at all.
A group of people were chattering nonstop about how long Zhang Fan could possibly hold out.
They weren’t worried about the Demon King Qi Lin; he could probably run at least fifty laps.
However, at this moment, on the first school’s forum, people started to get anxious.
“Damn, where’s the live stream?
Geez, isn’t this bullying me for not being at the first school?”
“God dammit, someone live stream this quick.”
“Whoever starts the live stream, I’ll send him a private photo, the kind without clothes!”
Finally, when the forum was about to explode, Yang Haochen remembered something, shakily took out his phone, hastily took a few photos, and threw them up there.