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Even a group of teachers were at their wits’ end with laughter because of Zhang Fan.
The students from No.
2 Middle School nearly shot fire from their eyes.
At this very moment, they just wanted to shut Zhang Fan’s mouth.
Chit-chatting and causing trouble, what the hell, it’s only the second lap, have you ever seen a marathon runner bragging while running?
The live streaming room exploded with laughter, people were doubling over.
“Junior Brother Zhang Fan is truly invincible, but watching this is so damn satisfying.
Just for this move alone, he definitely deserves a rocket.”
Suddenly, rockets soared again.
Yang Haochen’s mouth was about to split open.
Rockets, rockets again, what a trend for today’s launch.
“Teacher Qi Lin, could you tell me, as a provincial fighting champion, why did you go to No.
2 Middle School to be a PE teacher?
Is there any ‘PY deal’ with Zhang Hua?” Zhang Fan asked, raising his eyebrows.
“Pfft, ‘PY deal,’ does it have to be that dirty?”
“I can’t take it, I’m going to the bathroom first, I’m about to pee myself.”
Zhang Hua’s face was incredibly gloomy.
PY, MY ASS, dammit, I recruited him with a monthly salary of twenty thousand.
Qi Lin’s face turned extremely red, this was from anger.
He turned his head, took a deep breath, and then opened his mouth to let out a roar like a lion, which immediately resounded.
“SCRAM!”
Heavenly Shock, Yang Haochen’s hands trembled, and his phone fell onto the grass.
“Fuck, the Demon King Qi Lin is pissed off, is this the rhythm of a fight?” Yang Haochen muttered.
This roar immediately ignited the fury of the No.
2 Middle School crowd.
“SCRAM!”
The angry voice was like thunder from the Nine Heavens roaring at No.
1 Middle School.
Zhang Fan covered his ears, unapologetically retorted.
“FUCK OFF!”
“Bang bang bang!”
The people sitting on the sports field immediately stood up.
“Scumbag Zhang, say that again, I dare you.”
“Damn it, I can’t take this anymore.”
A group of people bristled with anger, glaring at Zhang Fan.
However, Zhang Fan casually extended his left hand and showed the middle finger to the No.
2 Middle School side.
“Shit, guys, let’s do this.”
Immediately, more than twenty people charged at Zhang Fan.
“Ha, a bunch of trash, if you have the guts, come chase me.” Zhang Fan disdainfully said, and then suddenly picked up speed again, darting away like a wisp of green smoke.
“Fuck, guys, beat this bastard to death.”
Suddenly, another thirty-plus people chased after Zhang Fan.
The people from No.
1 Middle School were dumbfounded, fuck, what the hell is this situation?
Zhang Hua and Zhou Jie were also dumbfounded, fuck, is this turning into a fight?
Both quickly grabbed megaphones and started yelling.
“Stop it, everyone stop it, fuck, whoever moves will be expelled,” Zhou Jie’s voice was brimming with anger.
“Zhou Pidan, fuck off, I’m from No.
2 Middle School, see if you can expel me?” The group chasing Zhang Fan shouted without any reservation, swearing aloud.
Zhou Jie’s face twitched with rage as he turned to Zhang Hua and roared, “Zhang Hua, damn it, control your students.”
Although Zhang Hua was cursing internally: Control your sister.
But he also started yelling immediately.
However, it was of no use.
More than fifty people started running wildly, using all the strength they could muster, with only one thought in their minds—to beat the shit out of that bastard, Zhang Fan.
Yang Haochen’s live streaming room also blew up.
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“Whoa, Little Brother Zhang Fan has really sparked fury, Zhang Fan, run for it!”
“No way, I’ve got to throw a rocket for Zhang Fan to cheer him on.”
Suddenly, ten rockets filled the screen.
“For Little Brother Zhang Fan, for the honor of No.
1 High School, brothers, let’s get those rocket gifts going.”
In an instant, rockets exploded across the screen.
Viewers from other live streams saw the rockets at the top of their screens and instantly switched over to Yang Haochen’s broadcast.
Who is this host, why have I never seen him before?
Whoa, gotta check this out.
However, those just arriving at the broadcast were instantly gobsmacked.
Holy crap, is this a live broadcast of a mass brawl?
Whoa, awesome, so thrilling!
Immediately, Yang Haochen’s live broadcast room saw a surge in popularity, shooting up from a few hundred followers to twenty thousand.
Yang Haochen, however, was in no mood to watch his own broadcast room, instead, he said shakingly, “Crazy, all these people from No.
2 High School have gone mad.”
But soon, someone started to shout.
“Zhang Fan’s speed is so fast, whoa, look, he’s about to catch up with Old Wang!”
This shout made everyone snap to attention.
Whoa, Zhang Fan is about to overtake Old Wang?
Wang Rui felt the thundering footsteps behind him and tensed up.
Turning his head, he saw Zhang Fan, like the wind, passing by him so fast his eyes nearly popped out.
Damn, how can Zhang Fan be so fast?
“Whoa, that fast?” The P.E.
teachers at school began to shout.
They couldn’t believe what they saw on their stopwatches, and then they violently shook them.
Could the stopwatches be broken?
No way, they were brand new, how could they break!
The live broadcast room exploded.
A bunch of guys who came just for the fish balls had their eyes popping out of their heads.
Over fifty people chasing one, this is too freaking cool, whose damn live stream is this exciting?
What shocked them even more was Zhang Fan’s speed; man, does this guy have wheels of wind and fire on his feet?
Those chasing Zhang Fan, after sprinting for two hundred meters, had all turned to jelly.
However, when they stopped, they were all dumbfounded.
Holy crap, Zhang Fan had left them dozens of meters behind?
Screw this, why the hell chase anymore!
Seeing that no one was behind him anymore, Zhang Fan slowed down, turned his head to look at the group far away, and stretched out both hands, flipping them off with vigor.
“I’m honestly not targeting any of you, I just want to say, everyone present, you’re all trash.”
“Dammit, that scoundrel Zhang.”
“I’m going all out against you!”
The exhausted group from No.
2 High School, suddenly revitalized as if injected with adrenaline, picked up speed again.
But just as they started running again, their legs gave out, and down one went, followed by a pile-up of others, creating a mountain of people.
“Hahaha, No.
2 High School’s dogs are really dumb as bricks, after intense exercise and accelerating blood flow, how could they possibly run again after such a rest.”
The No.
1 High School student sitting on the grass laughed uncontrollably while mercilessly turning on the taunting Skill.
“What are you all stunned for, chase after that bastard Zhang Fan and beat him up!” a person from No.
2 High School yelled.
“Chase my ass, my legs don’t have wind and fire wheels,” others coldly responded.
Dammit, who the hell can catch up with that speed?
Zhang Fan smirked and, looking at Qi Lin not a hundred meters ahead, gave a wicked smile.
First I’ll lap him, then we’ll see.
Seeing Zhang Fan pick up full speed again, everyone’s eyes widened in astonishment.
Whoa, this guy can still accelerate?