158: Chapter 158 Aren’t You the Provincial Fighting Champion?
158: Chapter 158 Aren’t You the Provincial Fighting Champion?
Ouyang Feng was really glad he hadn’t laid a hand on Zhang Fan during their competition.
Shit, over twenty provincial athletes got their asses kicked, just by the few of them.
If a fight had broken out, they’d be utterly trashed.
Zhang Xiaoyuan and Ye Xuan both jogged over, each wrapping an arm around Zhang Fan, looking very cautious.
At that moment, they felt a strong sense of crisis, especially with the girl who had just come to confess her love.
If family hadn’t been present, they would have lost their cool then and there.
“Bro Fan, be careful with the steps,” Zhang Xiaoyuan said, her face full of concern.
“You just recovered, don’t overexert yourself.
Let’s go home early and rest,” Ye Xuan also suggested.
Ouyang Feng and his group rolled their eyes.
This guy just took down more than twenty people in a row, and they’re worried about steps?
Damn it, even if it’s showing off their love, couldn’t they be more subtle?
Zhang Fan gave a radiant smile, his hands rather naughtily enjoying the softness of the snowy peaks as he floated into the ward.
The ward was very spacious, with two hospital beds.
Upon entering, Zhang Fan saw 36E Teacher Li Li peeling an apple by the bed.
Especially when he caught sight of the towering snowy peaks that almost matched old Wang’s head, Zhang Fan shuddered violently.
But at this moment, Zhang Fan was also shocked; could it be that old Wang had conquered this siren, Li Li?
“Yo, old Wang, not bad,” Zhang Fan called out as he saw Wang Rui, who looked like he was dripping water.
Wang Rui turned his head, a big grin on his face, but it froze solid when he saw the chrysanthemum flowers in Zhang Fan’s hand.
“Did you come to see if I’m dead yet?”
Zhang Fan chuckled deeply, snatched the carnations from Ouyang Feng’s hand, then stuffed the chrysanthemum into Ouyang Feng’s hand, “I’ll buy a fresh bouquet later to replace these.”
Ouyang Feng’s forehead veins pulsed uncontrollably.
Shit, is this a matter of just replacing a bouquet?
Goddammit, what am I supposed to do with a bunch of chrysanthemums?
Zhang Fan didn’t bother with Ouyang Feng and laid the flowers on old Wang, teasing him, “Old Wang, when you’re watching a game, you have to keep score.
You’re so frail now, what if you get fired up later and can’t cool down?”
Li Li looked up, her eyes sparkling.
She flashed a charming smile, flicked a strand of red hair, and gazed at Zhang Fan with a hazy look, her red lips parting slightly, “Student Zhang Fan, are you overheated?
Do you need teacher to help cool you down?”
Glancing at the fruit knife in Li Li’s hands, Zhang Fan crossed his legs tightly and quickly responded, “No need, someone’s already taking care of it.”
Hearing the risqué exchange between Zhang Fan and Li Li, Ye Xuan’s face blushed.
Then, after a glance at Li Li’s bombshell figure, she swiftly rotated her hand 360 degrees around Zhang Fan’s waist.
“Hiss!” Zhang Fan felt as if the flesh on his waist was about to be twisted off.
Wang Rui chuckled, glanced at Zhang Fan, and said, “Hurry up and leave, don’t disturb my bliss.”
But then, Wang Rui abruptly realized what had been said, and stared at Zhang Fan as if he had seen a ghost, “You can get out of bed already?”
Ouyang Feng simply stated, “He just beat up more than twenty people.”
“Fuck!” Wang Rui cursed, deeply aggrieved.
Li Li had told him that after completing the marathon, Zhang Fan had carried him for another ten laps.
Shit, he was barely able to move his head now, feeling almost completely broken.
And this guy could not only walk already, but also beat up more than twenty people?
Damn it, does it have to be this perverted.
“Here, have an apple.” Li Li glared at Zhang Fan before handing the apple to Wang Rui.
Zhang Fan snatched it with one hand and took a big bite, saying, “Ms.
Li Li, Old Wang is so frail, what’s he doing with an apple, can he even bite into it?
Give him something softer, like a banana!”
Wang Rui was fuming with rage, damn it, that was an apple Li Li had peeled for him.
Li Li waved the fruit knife in her hand and stared intently at Zhang Fan’s abdomen.
She nibbled her lip and struck a highly seductive pose, “Are you sure it’s a banana?”
The next moment, Zhang Fan felt a chill down his spine, damn, Li Li was absolutely a Black Widow type of goblin.
Zhang Fan quickly stuffed the apple he had bitten into Old Wang’s mouth, “Don’t glare at me; I’m not here to see you.
An apple for a flower, you’re clearly making a profit.
I’m going to see what’s up with Mr.
With that, Zhang Fan happily made his way over to Qi Lin.
Looking at Qi Lin’s vacant gaze, Zhang Fan leaned in and casually said, “Snap out of it, Mr.
I remember you still had two laps to finish, didn’t you?
Look at Old Wang; even someone as frail as him finished.
How can you be a provincial fighting champion?
Didn’t you tell us you ran a marathon?
How come you’ve wilted today?”
Wang Rui gnashed his teeth.
If he could move, he would definitely hurl the apple to smash his head, ‘frail your sister’, Li Li was right there.
Hearing Zhang Fan’s voice, Qi Lin’s eyes instantly regained their luster, and in the next moment, they turned blood-red.
“If it weren’t for my sprinting for more than ten laps, how could I not finish a marathon?” Qi Lin’s weak voice sounded as his face stung with a burning pain.
“Oh man, even our fighting champion is making excuses now, can’t even beat a student.
How do you have the face to teach them?”
Ouyang Feng’s sinister voice rose as he tossed the chrysanthemum onto Qi Lin’s body, his schadenfreude expression particularly intense.
“Hey, Ouyang, you can’t talk like that.
Look at how thick Mr.
How could he be shameless?” Zhang Fan laughed along, his heart filled with delight at the sight of Qi Lin’s fierce face.
“Oh shoot, how could I forget about that?” Ouyang Feng slapped his forehead, then stroked his chin and continued, “Mr.
Qi Lin, didn’t you say that if my basketball team became the province’s representative, you’d do something?
Oh, was it to twist off your own head for us to use as a ball?
Are you going to honor that promise?”
Zhang Fan stood by, curiously watching Ouyang Feng.
So that was the reason, huh.
“Shall I go borrow a knife for you?” Zhang Fan joked.
Ouyang Feng shook his head and said, “We play basketball, not football.
Besides, his head isn’t even worth that of a dog’s.
Why would I want it?”
Listening to such spiteful words, Zhang Fan was also overjoyed.
“Nurse, I need to rest.
Please kick them out.” Qi Lin yelled out, his face red and ears steaming.
At that moment, Wu Ji, Xu Jin, and Liu Feifei each walked in carrying a basket of fruit.
“What do you think you’re doing?” Wu Ji shouted.
When he saw Zhang Fan, his expression suddenly turned cold.
“Zhang Fan, from now on, don’t bother attending my classes.
I simply can’t bring myself to teach someone like you.”
Zhang Fan turned around and smirked, “You should have said so earlier; I’ll go look at the schedule right now.
I definitely won’t come to school if it’s for your class.”
Wu Ji trembled with anger, “Alright then, I want to see how you’re going to get kicked out of the Friendship Class in a month’s time.”
Zhang Fan laughed and retorted, “Principal Zhou said that the sports committee member wouldn’t get kicked out.
Li Li laughed at that moment as well, “Mr.
Wu, although Zhang Fan is at the bottom of the school, his Chinese score is in the top three.”