"Brother Zhang Fan, today is the provincial sports meet, you absolutely must not stand me up, I'm coming to pick you up, just stay put at home."
It was only six in the morning when Ouyang Feng called him directly.
He was genuinely afraid Zhang Fan would stand him up.
If today went south, all his years of effort would be for nothing.
In the last competition, if he couldn't get the first place, how frustrating that would be.
"Salted fish!" Zhang Fan threw his phone away, turned over, and continued sleeping.
It was only six, what was the rush.
When Ouyang Feng drove his car to the front of Zhang Fan's house, Xiong Lin and Dong Jian were knocking on the door.
"Knock on what, bloody hell, let a person sleep will you."
A roar came from next door.
"Just call him." Ouyang Feng said.
"He blacklisted us." Xiong Lin said with a mournful face.
