284: Chapter 284 Are You Coming Too?
284: Chapter 284 Are You Coming Too?
After completing a 20-kilometer cross-country run with a 40KG load, Zhang Fan was completely drained.
This was his limit, which he hadn’t surpassed even once in the past month.
Zhang Fan was quite frustrated.
Was he supposed to carry 50KG?
But his backpack was already at full capacity.
Damn it!
Did he need to switch to an extra-large one?
Or maybe 30 kilometers?
But 30 kilometers would be such a time-suck.
Finishing 20 kilometers took almost one and a half hours, so 30 kilometers would probably take two.
In the end, Zhang Fan just gave a wry smile and shook his head.
That’s not reliable at all!
Huh, why are there so many people at the door?
Seeing the crowd filled at the doorway, Zhang Fan couldn’t help but feel a headache coming on.
Something didn’t happen, did it?
Zhang Fan pushed through the surrounding people and squeezed toward the entrance.
“Hey, where did this kid come from?
Stop pushing!”
A middle-aged man yelled, his face showing strong dissatisfaction.
Zhang Fan really wanted to smash a fist into this guy’s head.
Get the hell back, this is my house, okay?
“Brother, you’re finally back.
These people have gone crazy,” Zhang Xiaoyuan said with a face full of discontent.
First thing in the morning, a crowd had gathered noisily at the door, ruining the good mood.
Zhang Xiaoyuan opened the door, and a surge of people instantly pushed toward the entrance.
“What the hell are you doing?” Zhang Fan quickly shut the door, stood in the doorway, and bellowed.
“What are they here for?” Zhang Fan asked Zhang Xiaoyuan with a dumbfounded look.
“It’s because of you,” Zhang Xiaoyuan pouted and said.
“Me?” Zhang Fan was bewildered.
“Yes, you and that Tsinghua internal admission quota!” Zhang Xiaoyuan exclaimed.
“Oh, that.” Zhang Fan rolled his eyes, looked at the crowd before him, and then yelled, “Stop pushing!
It’s already been given away.
Go back to your homes and find your mothers.”
“Young man, don’t be like that.
Let’s talk it over properly.
How much money?
You name the price!” A middle-aged man said with an anxious look on his face.
This was Tsinghua’s internal admission quota, after all.
Even if he had to sell his pots and pans, he’d get his hands on it.
Zhang Fan smirked, “Fine, ten million.
Do you have it?”
Instantly, the crowd at the door quieted down.
Ten million?
Are you trying to rob someone?
“If you don’t leave, I’m calling the police.
Ten million.
Don’t even think about it if you don’t have ten million,” Zhang Fan said, wishing at this moment for the crowd before his eyes to just disappear.
The slot had already been given to Gao Qi.
Even for twenty million, he wouldn’t sell it.
“Ah, that’s true, Zhang Fan donated twenty million; he’s not short of money,” someone sighed with immense disappointment, giving Zhang Fan a resentful look before slowly leaving.
Only when everyone had finally cleared out did Zhang Fan breathe a sigh of relief, kissed Zhang Xiaoyuan, and then ran off to the shower.
When he came out in his boxer shorts, he was dumbfounded once again.
Why were Aunt Qin and the others here?
Wow, Ye Yanran, this tigress, why is she dressed so sexy today!
Zhang Fan’s gaze instantly landed on Ye Yanran.
“Xiao Fan, good morning,” Ye Jingtian and Qin Shuang greeted him cheerfully.
“Aunt Qin, Uncle Ye, good morning, please come in and have a seat,” Zhang Fan hurriedly said, his eyes sweeping over Ye Xuan as he rushed into the house to grab several chairs.
Hm?
Who’s that person at the door with the head looking like a mummy?
Oh, it’s Yi Tianxing.
What’s he doing here?
Under Zhang Fan’s doubtful gaze, Yi Tianxing walked in, gritting his teeth.
“Zhang Fan, little brother, I came here today to apologize to you.” As he looked at Qin Shuang and Ye Jingtian staring at him with unfriendly gazes, cold sweat kept seeping out of his forehead.
“Oh.” Zhang Fan nodded and then waved his hand, “Got it, you can go back now.”
Yi Tianxing’s eyes bulged.
Oh?
Got it?
You can go back now?
Just seven words and he’s dismissing me?
“What are you standing there for?
Don’t tell me you want to stay for a meal?” Zhang Fan said.
Yi Tianxing’s face was completely blank.
What the heck, do I really look like I’m here to mooch a meal?
“Zhang Fan, good morning, Instructor Zhang, good morning.” Hua Ling ran in, and in just a moment, his eyes fixed dead on Ye Yanran.
“Yanran, good morning.”
“Hmph!” Ye Yanran snorted coldly and ignored Hua Ling.
Instructor Zhang?
Yi Tianxing’s gaze fell on the figure of Zhang Dongyang at the door, sending a chill down his back.
Zhang Fan’s dad is a special police instructor?
What the heck, better run fast, if Instructor Zhang found out that I led people to beat up Zhang Fan yesterday, I’m definitely in for another beating.
Looking at Yi Tianxing running away in a panic, Hua Ling said weirdly, “What did that guy come for?”
“Wanted to mooch a meal, but I didn’t give him the chance.
You’re not here to mooch a meal too, are you?” Zhang Fan eyed Hua Ling suspiciously.
“No no no, I just came to pay my respects to Instructor Zhang, you know, uh, I haven’t had breakfast yet.” Hua Ling chuckled sheepishly.
Zhang Fan rolled his eyes and ignored him, returning to his bedroom to change clothes before coming back out.
When he came out, he found that a few more people had appeared in the courtyard.
What the heck, what’s this now?
Not far away, Weng Shuang had her head lowered, her cheeks flushed with an intense red.
Healing?
She was well aware of what Zhang Fan meant by healing.
She wasn’t ready yet.
After all, this would be her first time.
Thinking of his healing proposal, her head sunk even lower.
Especially seeing her father’s anxious look, she wished she could find a crack in the ground to crawl into.
Weng Taixing was rubbing his hands, looking incredibly awkward.
“Zhang Fan, I was wondering when you might have time to help heal my Shuang’er.”
He hadn’t taken it seriously before, because let’s face it, Zhang Fan’s age was no secret, just eighteen—Gao Yuan, the old master, couldn’t heal Weng Shuang, so how could this kid?
But after seeing the news in the morning, he could no longer wait.
Healing someone who was issued a critical condition notice was simply incredible.
“Ah?
Healing?”
Zhang Fan’s eyes instantly heated up, his gaze sweeping over Weng Shuang’s tempting body, a surge of lust rising within him.
That slender waist, those legs, tsk tsk tsk!
Could this morning get any more generous?
“Zhang Fan, come on, say something.
The healing fee is no problem, just name your price,” Weng Taixing hurriedly said, stepping forward.
“Haha, that, well said, well said.
But first, I have to ask, are you ready?” Zhang Fan stared at Weng Shuang as he spoke.
“Ready?
What preparation is needed, we can start healing right now,” Weng Taixing said.
However, at this moment, Weng Shuang’s mind buzzed.
She knew exactly what Zhang Fan meant by being ready.
Ye Yanran became angry, took Weng Shuang’s arm and said, “Don’t worry, I’ll be with you, and if this guy can’t heal you, I’ll beat him to death.”
“Ah, you’re joining us?” Zhang Fan exclaimed in surprise.