"So, are you sure you can still run?" Xiaoxiao asked incredulously.
"I don't want to either, but when someone sticks their face out like that, I have to slap it; otherwise, I'd feel uncomfortable," Zhang Fan said coldly.
"What? Slap in the face?" Xiaoxiao exclaimed.
"Exactly, some bumpkins haven't seen the world. No choice, I'm just giving them a chance to broaden their horizons, to save them from embarrassing themselves outside the province," Zhang Fan said with a smile.
Zhao Fen's face had already turned a mix of blue and purple.
Bumpkins? He was talking about him!
This was literally a slap in the face!
"President, what do we do, we've put so much effort into the 200-meter sprint, if that kid participates, we..."
The coach next to Zhao Fen spoke timidly, feeling frightened by Zhang Fan's capabilities.
One hundred meters, such terrifying speed, even if the 200 meters is slightly inferior, getting first place is still a cinch.
