"Alright, just one minute left, and our sprinters are ready. The thrilling moment is upon us, let's wait and see who will take the first place in the opening race." Xiaoxiao's voice drifted slowly, but the next moment, he paused.
"What's going on with lane three, why is it empty? Where's the person?" Xiaoxiao's voice suddenly spread throughout the entire stadium.
"Is someone not here yet?"
"Damn, which city's this, acting all cool by being short of people? That shouldn't be right."
Whether in the audience on site or in front of the TV, everyone was dumbfounded.
"Zhang Fan, hurry up, it's just you we're waiting for." Xiong Lin also shouted.
All he did was go to the restroom, damn it, and that Zhang Fan is still chatting!
Bro, real bro, no, my lord, can't you be a bit more concerned?
Zhang Fan?
The people around were instantly baffled.
Holy shit, is that the Zhang Fan who runs two hundred meters in fifteen seconds? That guy who's rumored to break the world record?