190: Chapter 190: Spring Has Arrived (Eighth Update) 190: Chapter 190: Spring Has Arrived (Eighth Update) Dawn was breaking, and Zhang Fan lay in bed, looking at his own body, feeling an extraordinary sense of strangeness.
The streamlined figure appeared muscleless, as if he were a pampered young master, except it wasn’t as fair in color.
Damn, it was practically the embodiment of a sissy.
However, Zhang Fan himself was quite aware of the explosive power of his body.
In just one month’s time, his attributes shot up like a rocket.
Strength 30, Intelligence 15, Spirit 32, Constitution 30, Agility 20, and during this period of training, his physical limits had only been broken twice, which he found somewhat incomprehensible.
Dammit, toiling like a dog all day to exhaustion, and only twice?
Even first blood would be more worthwhile – it would be satisfying and actually improve his strength.
Yet that girl Ye Xuan seemed afraid of him.
For the past month, aside from coming over in the morning to make breakfast, she was nowhere to be seen at other times.
And those were the moments when Zhang Fan felt most vulnerable.
He couldn’t even move his legs, and with his dad at home too, there wasn’t the slightest chance for anything to happen.
During this month, he hadn’t gone to school.
Since he started his training, his dad stopped caring about whether he went to school or not.
Every morning after jogging, he would be taken to various training sessions.
Especially the steel ball area in the courtyard, which was Zhang Fan’s nightmare.
On the first day, his dad pushed him in, and he ended up battered and bleeding.
At that moment, Zhang Fan even wondered if he really was his father’s biological son.
But now, Zhang Fan could smoothly pass through the steel ball area without getting hit by a single ball.
And just yesterday, as he watched his dad say listlessly, “From now on, just maintain the weighted cross-country daily,” Zhang Fan was overjoyed.
“Beep beep beep!”
Zhang Fan was somewhat surprised.
Damn it, it was just past six, who would be calling?
As soon as he picked up the phone, Zhang Fan knew who it was.
Dong Jian!
“Old Dong, what’s up?
It’s early morning; can’t a guy get some sleep?” Zhang Fan, lying in bed with his legs casually lifted, spoke leisurely.
“Bro Zhang Fan, today is the day to compete against ‘Speed Light,’ so you better not stand me up.
This entire month, I’ve been calling you almost daily to train, but you just won’t come.
I’m truly disconsolate.
What if I lose?”
Dong Jian took a drag of his cigarette, his face clouded with worry.
Over at Speed Light’s, ever since he got out of the hospital, he’s been training like a madman.
But Zhang Fan, oh boy, getting him to come train was like trying to invite an ancestor, and even then he wouldn’t show.
My lord, you were the one who set this bet.
By acting like this, you’re going to slap your own face!
Remember the mouth shape; you’re slapping your own face.
And Xiong Lin is also particularly concerned about this.
F*ck, can he not be interested?
The offspring of the province’s biggest investor would circle his office every day.
Go circle your f*cking own office – your office is on the fifth floor, ours is on the eighth.
Every day you come, are you not tired?
Damn it, if Zhang Fan doesn’t show up, it’s my fault now?
I’ve been damn near kneeling at his doorstep – but the main issue is, he won’t even give me the address!
Where the hell am I supposed to kneel?
Better give him a call to hurry things along.
Okay, got it.
Five words, seven with punctuation.
Every time it’s the same.
Bloody hell, you hang up so fast you could rank number one in the world.
You’d die if you said one extra word, wouldn’t you, my lord?
“Bro Zhang Fan, don’t be so quick to hang up, I…”
“Hello?
Hello?”
Dong Jian, listening to the beeping, felt desolate.
My lord, I didn’t even get to finish my sentence.
Dong Jian banged his head on the desk.
Sure, more words were spoken today, but was that the point?
F*ck, won’t they let a guy sleep?
Damn it, do you know I haven’t had a good night’s sleep in two weeks?
Dong Jian turned on the light, got dressed, and ran towards the provincial sports field.
Jiang Xiaoyang had already made a firm declaration.
The words “Annihilate Dong Jian” hung on the office door, and Jiang Xiaoyang’s office was right across from his.
Damn it, just seeing that sign every time he stepped out the door was distressing, and this was completely taking the bullet for someone else.
If you’re so awesome, why don’t you write “Annihilate Zhang Fan”?
What’s that got to do with me?
A big, capital “WORRIED” seemed to be written all over Dong Jian’s face.
Zhang Fan tossed aside his phone, put on his clothes, and headed straight to the living room to grab his gear, ready for cross-country training.
He would have honestly forgotten about Speed Light if Dong Jian hadn’t mentioned it.
Nowadays, all he thought about were his three meals a day and the delightful morning fusion time; he didn’t have the spare energy to worry about Speed Light and his group of trash.
The phone he used was an old model Nokia that his father had used before, an antique that cost a hundred bucks.
Drop-resistant, absolutely no problem if it fell from the third floor.
It’s just that its functions were rather monotonous: make calls, receive calls!
“Forget about it, first I’ll run a 40-kilometer stretch.”
The weight he now carried had also gone up to 40kg, and the distance to 40 kilometers.
By a little past eight, Zhang Fan, drenched in sweat, lay on the sun lounger.
Gazing at Ye Xuan’s graceful figure, Zhang Fan’s eyes lit up.
Oh, it seemed like spring had arrived!