292: Chapter 292: Did I Eat Your Steamed Buns?
(Third Update) 292: Chapter 292: Did I Eat Your Steamed Buns?
(Third Update) “Alright, just one minute left, and our sprinters are ready.
The thrilling moment is upon us, let’s wait and see who will take the first place in the opening race.” Xiaoxiao’s voice drifted slowly, but the next moment, he paused.
“What’s going on with lane three, why is it empty?
Where’s the person?” Xiaoxiao’s voice suddenly spread throughout the entire stadium.
“Is someone not here yet?”
“Damn, which city’s this, acting all cool by being short of people?
That shouldn’t be right.”
Whether in the audience on site or in front of the TV, everyone was dumbfounded.
“Zhang Fan, hurry up, it’s just you we’re waiting for.” Xiong Lin also shouted.
All he did was go to the restroom, damn it, and that Zhang Fan is still chatting!
Bro, real bro, no, my lord, can’t you be a bit more concerned?
Zhang Fan?
The people around were instantly baffled.
Holy shit, is that the Zhang Fan who runs two hundred meters in fifteen seconds?
That guy who’s rumored to break the world record?
No, that’s not right, why’s he running in the hundred meters?
Holy cow, don’t tell me this guy actually does one hundred meters in fifteen seconds?
Your grandpa!
A bunch of people gaped.
Especially a group of reporters with their mouths wide open.
“Hahaha, see, I told you so, two hundred meters in fifteen seconds, how could that be possible!” The reporter from Z city exclaimed excitedly.
“Damn, so it’s really one hundred meters.” A group of people who had long been speculating started cursing right away.
“S city is too shameless, it’s clearly one hundred meters, yet the news wrote two hundred meters, got me excited for nothing, was looking forward to seeing a joke, damn it.”
“Haha, fifteen seconds, I could run that even with my eyes closed.” The athletes on the track started mocking.
Seeing Xiong Lin rushing, Xiaoxiao also laughed: “So it’s President Xiong Lin from S city, seems like lane three is their man.
But I’m very curious, which athlete has dropped the ball at such a crucial moment.
There’s only thirty seconds left, about to start, wonder if that athlete can make it.”
Right away, Xiaoxiao controlled the camera to turn towards Xiong Lin.
In front of the TV, a bunch of people nearly choked.
Especially the people from S city, who were already jumping mad.
“Damn it, if I find out which bastard messed up like this, I’ll beat him to death.”
“Ah, it’s starting, huh.” Zhang Fan was also baffled.
“Lord, please hurry over, stop chatting already,” Xiong Lin urged, sweat dripping down his forehead.
Zhang Fan lifted his leg and immediately jogged over.
“Found him, finally found him, let’s see the true face of this athlete,” Xiaoxiao said jokingly, then quickly zoomed in the camera.
“Crap, it’s Zhang Fan?”
“Your uncle, how did Zhang Fan get into the provincial games, this is just messing around.”
A group of S city viewers squatting in front of the TV nearly bit their own tongues.
Adding numbers surely doesn’t mean dragging Zhang Fan over, this is the provincial games we’re talking about, it’s about the honor of the whole S city.
“Ah, Brother Fan has shown up.” Zhang Xiaoyuan jumped up, thrilled to bits.
Weng Shuang, who had been enjoying the view holding onto Ye Yanran’s arm, was also stunned, especially seeing Zhang Fan’s laid-back manner, her red lips kept moving without sound.
“See, that’s just the way he is, such a critical moment, and he’s still so laid-back.” Ye Yanran was too angry for words.
During these two months, Weng Shuang had been yapping about Zhang Fan in her ear, this and that.
Now she really regretted telling Weng Shuang about Zhang Fan participating in the provincial games.
Otherwise, they should be out shopping for clothes instead of stuck at home watching this boring live broadcast.
Zhang Fan approach lane three, looking incredibly relaxed.
The more than a dozen coaches at the finish line all had dark expressions.
Damn it, with ten seconds left, does this guy really think he’s some kind of superstar?
“Kid, haha, so you are really in the hundred-meter race, fifteen seconds, you guys from S city really dare to boast,” said someone next to Zhang Fan, taunting.
“Did I eat your buns?” Zhang Fan asked.
“Huh?” The guy was stupefied.
“If I haven’t eaten your buns, then shut up, stop the crap!” Zhang Fan said as he stretched and yawned.
“Bang!”
With the sound of a gunshot, everyone sprinted off.
However, Zhang Fan stood still, flipping off the person next to him.
“Has the guy from S city lost his mind?
He’s still standing there, what the hell is this,” Xiaoxiao said with a face full of shock.
This shout drew everyone’s attention.
In front of the television, seeing the scene of Zhang Fan flipping the bird, a group of people’s eyes bulged in astonishment.
Damn, what’s this guy doing?
Everyone else has run off, and you’re still standing there motionless?
“Haha, let’s see what the people from S city have to say now.
Maybe their legendary fifteen seconds is an exaggeration too,” a group of people began to sneer.
Especially Zhao Fen, who now wore an incredibly mocking smile on his face.
Heh, S city, that’s all you’ve got.
“Ay yo, what the heck is this dude doing?
Just run, will you run?
What’s up with giving the finger, got a cramp in your hand?” Xiong Lin exclaimed in frustration, hopping up and down.
A hundred meters, even the world record is only 9.58 seconds, you’ve already lost almost a second by just standing there.
Weng Shuang’s eyes widened in disbelief, his hands clenching Ye Yanran tightly as he exclaimed, “What’s happened to Zhang Fan?
Why isn’t he running?”
Ye Yanran shook her head, “How would I know.”
But then, in the next moment, Zhang Fan moved.
Lifting his leg, he took a step forward.
Then, his body almost turned into an afterimage as he sped down the track.
Everyone’s eyes widened.
Damn, how is this kid so fast?
“Oh my god, he’s got to be cheating, how can he run this fast?
Damn, am I hallucinating?” a spectator yelled in amazement.
“You kidding me, did he put on wheelies or something?
Damn, you’re scaring the crap out of me.”
“Crap, he’s overtaken someone, he’s overtaken one guy already.”
The smirk on Zhao Fen’s face disappeared instantly, replaced by a look of utter shock.
He caught up after being one second behind that quickly?
This has got to be a joke, right?
“The second person, the third one, damn, he’s passed another!”
“Holy sh*t!”
Those at the venue were completely stunned.
Could it be, the legendary fifteen-second two hundred meter sprint of Zhang Fan is real?
Ni Ma, that’s a world record.
A world record that’s been held for several years.
A group of reporters waiting to ridicule Zhang Fan too appeared shocked.
It’s an illusion, this has to be an illusion.
The wind gently brushed by, and the previously boiling venue fell silent, their eyes following Zhang Fan’s figure.
Overtaken, and overtaken again!
The tenth?
No, already fifth!
Heaven, first place?
When Zhang Fan crossed the finish line, everyone screamed out.
Ni Ma, how the hell did he come in first?
But just then, Zhang Fan lifted his hand again and flipped the bird towards the group of runners catching up!
Yeah, the middle finger!
The people in front of the TV saw it very clearly.
That face, so arrogantly wild, and that cruelly indifferent middle finger!