The Provincial Sports Games, held once a year, rotate through the various cities of SC Province.
The president of the Provincial Sports Association in that city has the most say.
So, this is also the moment when they are most full of pride.
No one would choose to offend the host's president at this time, as that would simply be a death wish.
Besides, the other party is the narrow-minded Zhao Fen.
If during the competition, Zhao Fen demands a rematch, that would be fun.
A single race already takes all of an athlete's energy, who the hell wants a second round?
Especially now, Zhao Fen's expression is on the verge of exploding.
"Xiong Lin, you're great, is this guy under you?" Zhao Fen glared fiercely at Zhang Fan.
Xiong Lin smirked coldly, "No need for you to worry about that, we'll see on the track."
Then, Xiong Lin dragged Zhang Fan to the locker room, knowing full well that Zhang Fan wouldn't listen to him. Just thinking about what Zhang Fan did in S City gave him chills.