The group in front of the TV felt somewhat surreal.
Especially Weng Shuang and Ye Yanran, their beautiful eyes nearly popped out as they watched the team from Z City run away.
Zhang Fan approached Zhao Fen with a brilliant smile, "Are you still up for the next match?"
"Haha!"
At the sound of Zhang Fan's voice, the people around almost laughed to tears.
Damn it, is it really okay to mock someone like this?
But man, mocking him was damn satisfying.
"Come on, talk. Just a moment ago, weren't you ranting about annihilating me? Oh, don't chicken out now, hurry up," Zhang Fan continued.
Zhao Fen's face had turned completely ashen, he turned and asked his coach beside him, "What's the next event?"
With a mournful face, the coach said, "Boxing!"
"Tsk, tsk, tsk, boxing, huh? I love solving problems with my fists," Zhang Fan said coldly, his eyes narrowing.
"Alright, alright, boxing, go call Li Yu." Zhao Fen's face wore an extremely cold expression, his eyes gleaming bitterly.
