"Yay, Brother Fan is number one!"
A scream shattered the silence!
At the venue, the spot of the scoffing squad was already surrounded by over a hundred people, their shouts like thunder from a clear sky, awakening everyone.
Number one? How is that possible?
How could that guy get first place!
Damn, you got first place, and then the double middle fingers, what the hell is that about?
Seeing Zhang Fan's mischievous smile, especially that middle finger, embarrassed a bunch of athletes.
Especially the one who had mocked Zhang Fan before, his eyes turned bloodshot.
Shit, you can't play like this.
On TV, Weng Shuang and Ye Yanran's stunning faces froze momentarily.
First place?
"Cough cough!" Zhang Dongyang sprayed out his beer.
Damn, this kid is getting more and more deserving of a beating.
"Ah, Brother Fan is number one, Daddy, Brother Fan is first," Zhang Xiaoyuan jumped up excitedly.
"Holy crap, Zhang Fan got first place? Are my eyes deceiving me?"