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Why, why, why can he still break the world record in the 400 meters!
At this moment, Zhao Fen was really going crazy.
All that preparation for the sprint was suddenly gone in an instant.
If you can't take first place, even if it's second or third, what's the point?
The spotlight has been stolen, who the hell cares about their Z City's situation now.
Zhang Fan, whistling, approached Zhao Fen, raised his eyebrows, and a mocking smile played on his lips, "My bad, my bad."
As Zhang Fan's voice rang out, laughter erupted all around.
Tsk, tsk, tsk, Zhao Fen's face, why does it look so ugly.
"Hmph, it doesn't matter, it's just a sprint. There's the middle and long-distance race coming up, and we from Z City will definitely take first place," Zhao Fen said fiercely, suppressing the anger in his chest as he glared at Zhang Fan.
"Oh, my apologies, I'm also participating in the middle and long-distance race later," said Zhang Fan with obvious ill intent.
