"Teacher Qi Lin, come on, don't let Zhang Fan pass you."
A group of people from Second High watched Zhang Fan running ahead of Qi Lin and immediately started roaring with gritted teeth.
"Haha, what 'Demon King', all trash. Can't even outrun Zhang Fan, the fighter jet among trash," the crowd from First High also started to shout.
Hearing this, Qi Lin also became furious, gathering all his strength, he suddenly accelerated.
Zhang Fan's mouth curled up in a smirk, and he too sped up.
He wasn't sure if it was an illusion, but at this moment, Zhang Fan felt as light as a feather, as if a hand was pulling him forward, completely without any pressure!
Bending over, bending knees, and forcefully pushing off with his legs, Zhang Fan at this moment was like the wind, drifting around the track field.
