Zui Yang. CS

Chapter 341 - 341 341 Did You Fing Lie to Me


341: Chapter 341 Did You F***ing Lie to Me?


(Third Update) 341: Chapter 341 Did You F***ing Lie to Me?


(Third Update) “Run, pick up the pace, or there’s no breakfast for the last ones!”


Black Shark’s voice rang out, and immediately, a group of people sprinted like mad.


No breakfast?


What a joke.


Although they didn’t understand why they woke up feeling less hungry than before, this cross-country run was just an appetizer for today.


If they faced several more intense training sessions during the day without food, they’d starve to death.


Li Yu and others followed behind Zhang Fan, utterly shocked in their hearts.


Zhang Fan’s speed was anything but slow.


God, they knew that Zhang Fan was carrying seventy kilograms, this guy, is he even human?


The twenty or so people running at the front turned their heads, looking at Zhang Fan who was breezing through the group with disdain in their eyes.


“Being good at fighting doesn’t mean squat if you can’t outrun yourself,” one of them said coldly.


“Exactly, hehe, should we mess with Zhang Fan?


If he can’t finish, he’ll be punished too,” another suggested.


“That would work!”


However, twenty minutes later, the speed of those at the front had slowed down.


Even if their physical fitness was superior to normal people, they were carrying twenty kilograms.


They were not used to cross-country running with such weight.


At that moment, the group was breathing incredibly fast, just like bellows, whooshing loudly.


But those following Zhang Fan, like Li Yu, were in much better condition.


Zhang Fan felt horrible; seventy kilograms, damn it, almost as rough as his first weight-loaded cross-country experience.


That was indeed a real weight.


Moreover, it was during cross-country running.


Fortunately, the terrain here, with its mild hills, wasn’t as steep as the hills back in S city, just rolling up and down, making Zhang Fan’s legs tremble.


“How many kilometers are we at?” Li Yu gasped.


“About thirteen kilometers!” Gao Jie said, also exhausted.


“Twelve more to go, damn it, I might leave my life here today,” Li Yu said somewhat in despair.


“What are you talking about, Brother Zhang Fan still has twenty-seven kilometers to go,” Xue Xueqi interjected.


Suddenly, Li Yu gritted his teeth and resumed running behind Zhang Fan, passing one slow runner after another!


Black Shark and his team sat in a vehicle parked at the fifteen-kilometer mark, watching the snail-paced progress of the group, shaking their heads continually.


“Rookies, you can’t even beat a group of ladies, what are you doing here?


Go back already, this is the Devil’s Training Camp, not your fun Headquarters,” Crow shouted through a megaphone.


The incredibly mocking tone immediately got the men lagging behind the girls’ blood boiling, roaring and sprinting with fury.


However, after running a distance, they were like deflated balls, their pace slowing more and more.


“Trash, better go home and suckle,” Gentleman Cheap taunted, infuriating a group of men who yelled in protest.


Unbearable, no one could bear it.


That voice was too malicious.


It was like a nightmare incarnate.


Soon, Zhang Fan’s group reached Black Shark’s position.


“Congratulations, you’ve completed the first small goal, fifteen kilometers, hehe, keep it up!” Crow said, then, taking the megaphone, he shouted, “Ladies, keep it up, this is your finish line.


Once you get here, you can ride back and rest, and have your meals.”


Hearing Crow’s voice, the group of girls also clenched their teeth and desperately sprinted forward.


Almost there, almost there!


However, Crow and his team, riding in the car, moved to the twenty-kilometer mark.


“See, the ladies are resting already.


You bunch of men, what are you fussing about, useless.


You haven’t even run fifteen kilometers yet, and you want to rest?


Get lost, and move it!”


The teeth-gritting voice sounded again.


The group of men had bloodshot eyes, wishing they could sew Crow’s mouth shut.


Time slowly passed.


Ten minutes later, Zhang Fan led Li Yu and the group to the twenty-kilometer mark.


The moment they arrived, Gao Jie and Han Xu collapsed on the ground.


Their bodies were burning, and at this moment, they felt as if their bodies were no longer their own.


However, when they looked back, they realized Jiang Min’er was still following right behind Zhang Fan.


Heavens, wasn’t she only supposed to run fifteen kilometers?


How come she was still running at twenty?


“I can’t do this anymore, I’m dead tired,” a girl complained.


Xue Xueqi lay beside Gao Jie, watching Jiang Min’er still running, and said weakly, “Min’er, are you crazy?


Why are you still running?”


Hearing this, Zhang Fan and Li Yu also turned back in utter astonishment.


Seeing Jiang Min’er’s stubborn face, Zhang Fan shook his head, clenched his teeth, and continued to run.


Twenty kilometers, his legs had completely lost all sensation.


Exhaling and inhaling, mechanically lifting his legs, it took all his strength.


Meanwhile, a group of girls sat on a truck that had also arrived at the twenty-kilometer mark.


A radiant smile hung on their faces.


“A bunch of useless guys, how can you be so slow?


I got here before you,” a girl taunted.


“Haha, you can’t handle it!”


The girls’ mocking voices were several times more devastating than that of crows.


The group of men were almost biting their teeth to pieces.


No good?


How could a man admit defeat?


All out!


“Aaaaah!”


The roar fluctuated wildly, and the group, which had appeared barely alive, suddenly ran like mad bulls.


“Da Hai, see that?


This is the brilliance of our boss.


You previously said we shouldn’t involve the girls, how about it, admit defeat,” Junzi patted Da Hai’s shoulder and said.


“Less nonsense, follow Zhang Fan!” Da Hai’s eyes sparkled as he saw Zhang Fan alone running ahead, then slowly accelerated the throttle.


At the twenty-fifth kilometer, Jiang Min’er and Li Yu collapsed.


Carrying a weight of twenty kilograms for twenty-five kilometers had completely drained them.


“That guy is still running, already at twenty-five kilometers, carrying seventy kilograms!” Li Yu’s voice was filled with reluctance.


Such a huge gap!


“Sigh, I mean, why are you also such a freak?


Damn it, now I can’t even match up to a woman,” he exclaimed.


Li Yu, gasping heavily, lay down on the ground, burying his head in the grass—so utterly disgraced!


Ten minutes later, everyone was leaning on the truck, following Zhang Fan at an extremely slow pace.


“Thirty-five kilometers now, carrying seventy kilograms for thirty-five kilometers!” Han Xu exclaimed.


“Seventy kilograms?


What seventy kilograms?”


The crowd’s eyes were filled with suspicion as they focused on Han Xu.


“Zhang Fan, this guy, has metal rings weighing a total of fifty kilograms on his limbs!” Han Xu said.


“What?


Damn, another fifty kilograms?”


“You’re not kidding me?”


Screaming erupted instantly.


“Why would I lie to you?


Look carefully at Zhang Fan’s wrists, aren’t they thicker?” Han Xu pointed at Zhang Fan and said.


“Shit, true, there’s a clear ring mark there.”


The crowd was utterly dumbfounded.


This freak, actually carrying seventy kilograms?