151: Chapter 151: Show Some Colors?
151: Chapter 151: Show Some Colors?
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“Bro, don’t get me wrong, I’m just moved by your spirit of ‘never abandoning or giving up.’ Even after finishing the marathon, you still ran another ten laps with others.
Seeing how I came all the way from the neighboring city, a hug isn’t too much to ask for, right?” The young man said with an awkward smile.
Zhang Fan was stunned.
Damn, news about him running a marathon had spread to the neighboring city?
Half-believing, he glanced at the other person and stressed, “Just a hug, right?”
The young man nodded affirmatively, then shared a polite hug with Zhang Fan.
“There’s me too.”
A girl’s voice rang out, and immediately, Zhang Fan felt a figure pounce towards him.
“Damn, who’s this little loli?
Shit, my whole body hurts, fuck, she’s pouncing over, how can this be alright!” Zhang Fan felt a chill on his back.
Zhang Xiaoyuan and Ye Xuan had just pounced on him, and his butt was still aching.
However, the little loli was quick, opening her arms and directly jumping into Zhang Fan’s embrace.
Zhang Dongyang, quick-witted, swiftly stood behind Zhang Fan, his palms grabbing Zhang Fan’s shoulders.
“Yeah, yeah, yeah, as expected, very handsome.
Should I give you a smooch?” A crisp voice arose, and then, Zhang Fan saw a delicate little face approaching his own.
“Pfft!”
The little loli gave Zhang Fan a light peck on the face like a dragonfly skimming the water, then hopped down from him, her twin ponytails bouncing playfully.
Looking at the little loli who was only as tall as his chest, he was speechless.
However, when Zhang Fan got a clear look at the little loli’s face, he was shocked.
She was a complete beauty, barely fifteen years old, yet there was already a 32C.
God, if this loli grew up, she’d definitely be an E cup.
“My name is Lin Ling’er, you need to remember me,” said the little loli with a mischievous smile, then turned and hopped away.
“Zhang Fan!”
People continued to arrive, and when Zhang Fan saw the middle-aged man who was about the same age as his dad, his face darkened.
Shit, what’s happening, why are even uncles coming now?
“Zhang Fan, right?
My daughter asked me to bring you these flowers.
She’s in Capital City and can’t make it back now.
It just so happens I’m in S city.”
Zhang Fan felt like he was going insane.
Damn, how did these people find out about him?
“Hey yo, didn’t realize you were from our city too.
If it wasn’t for seeing Principal Zhou Jie, I would have had no idea.
I’m your senior, working right here in the city.
Beating down the Demon King Qi Lin was so satisfying.
Seeing it live was incredibly gratifying.”
The young man holding the chrysanthemum came forward and cleared Zhang Fan’s confusion.
Damn, someone live-streamed it?
But when Zhang Fan caught sight of the bouquet of chrysanthemums in the other person’s hand, he tensed up.
Shit, what’s with him holding chrysanthemums, is he gay by any chance?
Damn, it can’t be, I’m not that handsome, right?
“Haha, I was in a rush, and the flower shop only had chrysanthemums and roses.
I’m not a girl, so naturally, I couldn’t bring roses, so I settled for chrysanthemums,” the young man explained, making Zhang Fan feel much better.
Not gay?
Good!
Zhang Fan patted his chest, relieved.
“Yo, isn’t that the streamer?
Hehe, well done.
Next time something like this happens, you’ve got to let us know on the forum right away,” the young man walked towards Yang Haochen.
Zhang Fan watched, dumbstruck like a wooden chicken, and immediately went over.
“How many gifts!” Zhang Fan’s eyes lit up.
Kidding aside, earning money for himself, taking half for himself, that’s not too much to ask for, right?
Plus, it’s a show of his personal charisma, arguably his first real pot of gold.
He wasn’t asking for much, even enough for a meal would be OK.
Yang Haochen opened his phone and checked the backend.
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His legs almost went weak when he saw that.
“Four hundred and sixty-five rockets?”
“What?
That many?” Zhang Fan was also astounded.
One rocket for five hundred yuan, four hundred and sixty of them, that’s how much?
Two hundred and thirty thousand?
Even if the streamer only gets thirty percent of it, that’s still sixty-nine thousand.
Damn, is my personal charm really that great?
“Heh, ignorant and yet you’re streaming,” a mocking voice sounded.
Zhang Fan turned around, his eyes moved, and looking at Zhang Hua who was sneering not far away, he immediately curved his lips into a smile and said, “Yo, Principal Zhang, as far as I remember, Teacher Qi Lin didn’t finish the marathon, did he?”
The dozen or so students from Capital City High School who followed were instantly enlightened.
“Yeah, Principal Zhang, seems like your Demon King, Teacher Qi Lin, collapsed at the eighty-second round, tsk tsk tsk…”
Zhou Jie also walked over at this time, his face bearing a malicious expression, “Old Zhang, take it easy, victory and defeat are common in military affairs, aren’t they?”
The next instant, Zhang Hua’s face turned a mix of green and purple.
Common in military affairs my ass, I’m not leading troops into battle, I’m not military, go to hell.
Zhang Hua didn’t hesitate, he turned around and left.
Why stay here if not to be slapped in the face.
“Hahaha.”
Laughter filled the air, seeing Zhang Hua’s expression was worth the trip; the dozen students from Capital City High School were secretly thrilled.
“Heh, so you’re Zhang Fan, right?
Hi, I’m Dong Jian from the Provincial Sports Committee.
I’m here for a matter to discuss with you.” Dong Jian walked over with a beaming smile, his eyes sparkling.
Such constitution is simply defying the heavens, with his terrifying recovery abilities, he was confident in transforming Zhang Fan into a sprinting powerhouse within three months’ time.
A two-hundred-meter run in thirty-seven seconds was outstanding even among the Provincial Sports Committee.
Besides, Zhang Fan had hardly undergone any special training.
This was truly an unpolished gem.
Zhang Fan looked at the couple of guys in front of him with a puzzled expression.
The Provincial Sports Committee?
What do they want with me?
“Here’s the thing, I’m here representing the Provincial Sports Committee to invite you to join our sprint team,” Dong Jian said, rubbing his hands.
“Huh?” Zhang Fan was dumbfounded.
The Provincial Sports Committee wants me to join their sprint team?
“Yo, Dong Jian, I spotted your figure from a distance,” Jiang Xiaoyang squeezed through the crowd and came over, his eyes full of disdain.
“Inviting a student to join your team, that’s pretty big of you.
Even if your team is short of people, you don’t have to resort to grabbing anyone blindly, do you?
A one meter seventy-five guy, frail and thin, can barely walk, and you want that sickly boy?”
Zhang Fan’s eyes grew cold.
Did I eat your family’s steamed buns or drink your water?
What’s it to you if my body is frail or if I’m short?
“Yo, those eyes, what’s wrong, you wanna eat someone?
Buzz off and don’t disturb me talking to Dong Jian,” Jiang Xiaoyang said with a smug look on his face, then staring at Dong Jian, he said, “Your team’s elites are all over here with me.
How about you come over and help me out, I’ll make you an assistant coach, how’s that?”
“Hold on, who the hell are you?
I think the one who needs to buzz off is you!”
Zhang Fan was also fired up, damn it, where did this idiot pop up from?
Telling me to buzz off?
“Heh, Dong Jian, is this how you train newbies, not even recognizing me?” Jiang Xiaoyang said and then extended his hand, pushing it against Zhang Fan’s chest.
“Even newbies dare to talk back to me?
If I don’t show you some colors, you really think you’re hot shit?”
“Oh.” Zhang Fan nodded, then immediately lifted his hand and struck at the man’s chest.
Show me some colors?
Damn, do I even know you, you big idiot!