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.
"Wait for me."
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?
