145: Chapter 145: This Person Must Be Taken Down 145: Chapter 145: This Person Must Be Taken Down Watching the actions of the students around him and those strange clicking sounds, Zhou Jie’s scalp tingled instantly.
The next moment, he shook off Zhang Hua’s arm and sat up straight, his eyes revealing an expression of utmost seriousness.
However, the laughter around him grew louder.
“Old Zhou and Zhang Hua definitely have a thing, I swear on my dick,” someone sneaky said.
Laughter erupted around him, and then everyone’s gaze turned to Zhang Fan and Qi Lin.
At this moment, Qi Lin felt as if all his strength was being drained from his body, his throat burning unbearably, and his speed dropped dramatically.
He had never expected to be overtaken, especially not while running at full speed.
Over the years, he had never been lax in his physical training, exercising every day.
How could he lose to a student?
Zhang Fan caught up to Wang Rui, his body steaming with heat, and seeing Qi Lin as if he had lost his soul, he naturally didn’t need to put in so much effort.
“Old Wang, how many laps are you on?”
Zhang Fan asked.
Wang Rui’s face turned red, and then he burst into curses, “You little rascal, still want to slap my face, huh?”
“Hey, Old Wang, you can’t talk like that – I’m just concerned about you, hehe,” Zhang Fan said with a smile, then fell silent, slowly overtaking him step by step.
Qi Lin’s dispirited state was absolutely exhilarating for the people of First Middle School – damn you for acting all high and mighty, your so-called Demon King is nothing more than a small fry compared to Zhang Fan.
But they weren’t about to let Second Middle School off the hook.
“Hehehe, where’s the guy who just wanted to eat shit?
Come out, let’s have a good talk in the bathroom,” someone jeered.
“Hahaha.” Raucous laughter immediately followed.
The group of students from Second Middle School glared furiously, their hearts filled with all sorts of unpleasant feelings.
The race had just started, and Qi Lin had already been lapped twice.
They had come especially to cheer for Qi Lin.
Now that Qi Lin had ended up like this, what were they still doing here, waiting to be mocked by First Middle School?
Immediately, some began to leave the scene.
“Hahaha, Second Middle dogs are chickening out, let’s go massacre Second Middle’s forum,” someone suggested.
“Count me in.”
Hearing this, the faces of those from Second Middle School shifted uncertainly – goddamn it, do they really need to slap us in the face like this!
Meanwhile, more and more people were leaving, and in less than ten minutes, only about a hundred people from Second Middle School remained.
These people stayed hoping to make a last stand; they didn’t believe Zhang Fan could finish the marathon.
Ha!
When the time comes, they’d have their excuse to strike back.
So what if Zhang Fan had lapped Qi Lin, the Teacher, twice?
He still hadn’t finished the marathon!
“Hehe, Second Middle trash, Class 14 of First Middle Grade 2 sends their regards.”
“First Middle Grade 3 Class 7 sends their regards…”
Second Middle School’s forum was bombarded with congratulatory messages.
Watching these rampant comments, some from Second Middle School silently turned off the forum.
Fuck, it was infuriating to watch, but, damn it, there was no way to refute it.
“Brothers from Second Middle, don’t panic.
Wait for Zhang Fan and his group to collapse on the sports field, that’ll be our time to strike back,” someone stood up and said.
“Exactly, the marathon isn’t over.
Who ultimately wins is still up in the air,” another person added.
“Hehe, Zhang Fan has lapped your Demon King, Teacher Qi Lin, twice,” someone responded.
“So what if it’s two laps?
Our Teacher Qi Lin has completed a marathon before,” someone from Second Middle School argued.
“Zhang Fan has lapped your Demon King, Teacher Qi Lin, twice!” the comment reappeared.
“Can’t you stop talking about being lapped twice!” the people from Second Middle exploded.
“Alright, Qi Lin was lapped twice by Zhang Fan!”
“Fuck, where’s the moderator, get this guy banned!” The people from Second Middle roared in fury!
“I still have ten alternate accounts!
Hahaha!”
Laughter emojis flooded the screen.
The people from Second High were disheartened, cursed under their breath, and silently pocketed their phones.
Yang Haochen’s live stream was already blowing up.
Rockets and other gifts were flying across the screen.
“Good job, little brother Zhang Fan, finally making us proud at Second High.
I’m sending over these rockets, please accept them with a smile.”
“Little brother Zhang Fan is so awesome!
Sister here is getting all fluttery hearted!”
“How do you know Zhang Fan is so awesome?”
“Get lost, Filthy Demon King!”
Yang Haochen, with a flushed face from the surge to 60,000 followers, forced a huge grin, “You guys didn’t see our little Demon King Zhang Fan trashing the provincial basketball team yesterday.”
“Damn, he destroyed the provincial team?
Dude, why didn’t you live stream that yesterday!”
“Aaaaagh, unfollowing, damn it, I forgot, you’re so stupid for not streaming such a major event.”
Instantly, the live chat was filled with curses.
Yang Haochen was bewildered, damn, how could he have thought of that yesterday.
“Cough cough, guys, let’s just quietly watch Zhang Fan’s marathon journey.”
Yang Haochen gave a rueful smile and then shifted the camera to Zhang Fan.
“Hey bro, how many laps now?
I just went and raided the Second High forum, wasn’t paying much attention.”
“How would I know, I was raiding the forum too,” the person replied.
“Damn, you all went?
Fuck, then who’s keeping count?” someone angrily asked.
“Cut it out, idiot.
Have you seen the notebook in Old Zhou’s hands?
He’s keeping track.
Also, look at that camera over there, relax.
I’m gonna raid a bit more.”
“Zhang Fan’s on his twentieth lap, Qi Lin on his eighteenth, Wang Rui on his sixteenth, still over sixty laps to go.”
Zhou Jie eyed the notebook, whispered somberly.
Although they’d outdone Second High, he still hoped that Zhang Fan and Wang Rui could complete their marathon, after all, this was the spirit of sports.
Twenty laps, that’s ten kilometers, still 32.195 kilometers to go to reach the marathon’s goal.
Zhang Fan had dense sweat on his forehead by now, but he was faring much better than Wang Rui.
Sweat was dropping like beads from Wang Rui’s head.
For a normal person, ten kilometers was nearly their limit, but for Wang Rui and Zhang Fan, it was just a warm-up.
The next thirty kilometers were really the actual journey.
The sunshine was incredibly gentle, falling comfortably on their bodies.
After their raid, the group, now bored, put away their phones and focused on Zhang Fan and Wang Rui.
“Bro, how many laps now?”
“Twenty-eight so far; I just double-checked with Old Zhou, no mistake.”
“Damn, twenty-eight laps, that’s fourteen kilometers!
Do you think they can really finish the marathon?”
“I doubt it, the further they go, the tougher it gets,” someone mentioned worriedly.
“Not necessarily, look at Zhang Fan and Old Wang’s pace; it hasn’t slowed down at all.”
On Zhou Jie’s side, a group of PE teachers were also discussing the same topic.
However, with Yang Haochen’s live stream steadily gaining excitement, the news had already spread online.
In the office at the provincial sports center, a few people sat in front of a big screen, watching Zhang Fan’s speedy figure; they were incredibly excited.
“This guy’s fast, make sure to snag him for me.
He’s going to be our sprint champion at this year’s provincial games,” a middle-aged man slammed the table and roared.