Chapter 289: Slapping the Face (Third Update)
The Provincial Games will be held once a year, and the address of each session will change in turn in each city in SC Province.
The city's provincial governors have the greatest say.
So, this is also the most high-spirited moment.
No one would choose to offend the president of the organizer at this time, which is simply an act of seeking death.
What's more, the other party is still Zhao Fen with a small belly.
In case of a rematch during the game, Zhao Fen asks for a rematch, it will be fun.
One competition has already consumed all the energy of the athletes, who would want to come back for a second time?
Especially now that Zhao Fen's expression is about to explode.
"Xiong Lin, you are very good, this is your subordinate?" Zhao Fen glared at Zhang Fan fiercely.
Xiong Lin smiled coldly: "This won't make you bother, let's see you on the field." ”
Immediately, Xiong Lin also dragged Zhang Fan to the locker room, after all, Zhang Fan would not listen to him. As soon as he thought of what Zhang Fan had done in S City, he felt a chill in his back.
He was not worried about Zhang Fan, but extremely worried about Zhao Fen.
In case Zhang Fan is annoyed, Zhao Fen will not be sent to the hospital.
"Hmph, break the world record, wait, I'll go to the reporter. Zhao Fen smiled coldly, and with a gloomy look, he went outside.
Two hundred meters and fifteen seconds?
Hehe, the ghost believes it.
If you can enter under 20 seconds, the cliff is a national-level athlete, and the current world record is still held at 19.30 seconds.
That's an Olympic record.
Don't you guys like to brag.,Okay.,Let's have a big game this time.。 If you don't run for 15 seconds at that time, look at how your Xiong Lin's face rests.
"President Zhao, what do you think of the Provincial Games this time?
Seeing Zhao Fen appear, a group of reporters all surrounded him.
Zhao Fen looked at the reporters in the cities in front of him, with a sneer on the corner of his mouth.
"First, I can't guarantee it, the strength of other cities is also very strong. Zhao Fen naturally didn't dare to exaggerate, otherwise, once he really couldn't get the first place, his face would be embarrassed.
After pondering for a while, Zhao Fen sneered and said: "I just met Xiong Lin from S City, which reminds me of the news in S City a few months ago, it is said that they have a guy who broke the world record in a 200-meter sprint, fifteen seconds, this is 4.30 seconds above the world record, this time, I am looking forward to the performance of S City." ”
"Is there such a thing?" said one reporter, suspicious.
Zhao Fen took out his mobile phone, and then quickly flipped it, and after a while, he turned over the news that Zhang Fan broke the world record, and then he handed the mobile phone out: "Look, this is the news of S City." ”
A group of reporters immediately surrounded him, and when they saw Zhang Fan wearing casual clothes and board shoes, their eyes immediately widened.
"Oh my God, this can't be true, can it? fifteen seconds!"
One person sneered: "Hehe, fifteen seconds, what are you kidding, this is two hundred meters, not one hundred meters." S City is inevitably too good at bragging. ”
"I think it's about the same as the 100-meter record. ”
"Hehe, 100 meters and 15 seconds, even a normal person, as long as he trains for a few days, he can do it. ”
The voice of cynicism suddenly sounded.
People who came and went around also came and went.
"Damn, fifteen seconds, S City is blowing big. ”
"Hehe, sit back and wait for a slap in the face. ”
"What's this kid's name?"
"Zhang Fan!"
"Tut-tut, no matter what, today's headline is his, haha, fifteen seconds, laugh at me, the people in S City, are they so good at blowing. ”
"Look at how this kid is dressed, where he looks like an athlete. What about the reporter in S City? Let him popularize science. ”
Immediately, Zhang Fan's 200 meters and 15 seconds spread all over the world.
"Yo, Ouyang Feng, why don't you go to warm up and go around, you know no, your S City is famous. It is said that there is a guy named Zhang Fan who ran a record of 15 seconds in 200 meters. A young man looked at Ouyang Feng and the others, and immediately ran over and shouted loudly.
"Silly comparison!" Ouyang Feng looked at the man like an idiot.
"Who are you scolding?" the man was furious.
"It's you, don't be blind if you don't understand. Su Haoran and the others also laughed.
They've seen the video recording, fifteen seconds, and there's nothing wrong with it.
Especially after running, Zhang Fan's face was not red and out of breath, which made them feel like they wanted to die.
None of the members of the provincial body of the entire S city were unconvinced.
It is also because of this that no one from S City came to participate in the 200-meter sprint today except for Zhang Fan.
There is a pervert like Zhang Fan, what is the matter with sprints and them.
Waiting to be hit.
"Okay, good, then let's wait and see, fifteen seconds, if that guy can achieve a score of fifteen seconds, I will admit defeat directly in the afternoon game with you. The man said with a red neck.
"Well, that's what you said. Zhong Dachen sneered.
Hehe, I don't know what this guy's expression would be if he knew that Zhang Fan would participate in the afternoon game.
"Let's go, find Zhang Fan. Ouyang Feng put his hands in his pockets and walked towards the locker room.
"This big brother, I don't know if the Zhang Fan in your mouth is Zhang Fan from S City. A young man stopped a fat man with great excitement.
, Brother Fan is also going to participate in the Provincial Games?
Ma bastard, how did Yang Haochen's bastard do it, he didn't even inform him in advance of such a major situation.
"It's from S City, that stupid fork, you can't pretend to be better, two hundred meters and fifteen seconds, how can there be such a person in S City. The fat man who was stopped sneered.
, is it really Brother Fan?
But the next moment, the young man's eyes turned cold, he raised his fist and smashed it out directly.
"Fuck you, you're the stupid fork!"
"Your uncle, dare to beat Lao Tzu. The fat man covered his face and immediately rushed forward.
"Grass, it's you who hit. The young man held the man and fought together.
"Brother Yun, calm and calm. When several young people in the distance saw this scene, they immediately stepped forward, hugged the young man's waist, and hurriedly dragged him out.
Brother, we're here to see the Provincial Games, what are you doing?
"Hold me dry bird, this stupid fork scolds Brother Fan. The young man yelled.
"What, scold Brother Fan, him, brothers, kill him. Immediately, several people rushed over with their fists clenched.
"Help, hit someone. ”
The screams rang out, and in an instant, everyone's eyes turned to this side.
Ouch, why didn't this start yet, but it was on the shelf?
Don't be so tigery!
"Brother, I've been beaten, and if I beat him again, I'll go to the hospital. Several people stepped forward to persuade him.
Looking at the fat man with a blue nose and swollen face, a group of people were speechless.
Brother, you're so alone, fighting with five or six people, aren't you looking for death?
"Boy, you wait, Lao Tzu is going to call someone, don't run. The fat man roared.
"Grass, come on, Brother Yun, go and slap your face and call someone, damn, dare to scold Brother Fan, I can't bear it. ”
"What the hell is this? ”
The people who came to see the excitement looked confused.