The Strongest Face-Slapping King in the City-Chapter 495: The Second Sanitary Pad (First Update)

Chapter 495: Chapter 495: The Second Sanitary Pad (First Update)

Ren Zuling couldn’t for the life of him understand why Zhang Fan, after running a marathon in an incredibly terrifying 49 minutes, still had the energy to wipe the floor with their entire platoon.

Was he a robot?

This seriously defies all science!

What kind of strength is this?

It completely surpasses the existence of Special Soldiers!

At this moment, Ren Zuling couldn’t help but suspect Zhang Fan’s identity.

Having such terrifying strength and also holding a military rank, yet not in the army but attending university instead—would the higher-ups actually allow him out?

What a joke, with such a treasure, wouldn’t the higher-ups hide him away immediately? What’s he doing wandering around outside!

However, at this very moment, the crowd of onlookers, which had already reached seven thousand, exploded completely. freewёbnoνel.com

Watching Zhang Fan with his hands in his pockets and an indifferent face, a group of girls started screaming like crazy.

"Zhang Fan, can I be your girlfriend?"

"Zhang Fan, do it again!"

Hearing these voices, a group of instructors hurriedly climbed up from the ground and ran off into the distance, only stopping after putting a good fifty meters between themselves and Zhang Fan.

Do it again?

To hell with it, do they really think it doesn’t hurt to get thrown?

Meanwhile, a bunch of guys, watching the girls with faces full of spring, were almost grinding their teeth to dust.

"Damn it, that guy Zhang Fan must have given some benefits to those instructors, beating a hundred by himself, yeah, keep dreaming!"

"Exactly, I don’t buy it either. Those people must be shills!"

"Them, coming from a Special Forces platoon? Impossible, definitely fake."

"Could they be crowd actors hired by the dean to boost Zhang Fan’s profile?"

"Very likely. Didn’t the school say Zhang Fan got a 60 million scholarship? Who the hell believes that? Even Liang Haifei, the national champion in liberal arts this year, only gets five hundred thousand a year! Sixty million, they really think it’s Joss Paper!"

"Right, right, right, right, damn, I finally get it. Look at that kid’s clothes, his whole outfit definitely doesn’t exceed a thousand bucks, how could he possibly be a tycoon worth sixty million."

"Shit, that’s true. Damn, I hadn’t noticed before!"

"So, all this, it’s all just a conspiracy?"

"Dean’s a scheming bitch, but why, I can’t figure it out."

"Doesn’t the dean also have the surname Zhang?"

"Holy shit, right, he’s also surnamed Zhang! Could they be related?"

"Let’s analyze this carefully. Zhang Fan was last year’s national champion in Natural Science. Last year, didn’t our Tsinghua hype up Zhang Fan quite a bit? You guys couldn’t possibly have forgotten that, right?"

A skinny guy with glasses pushed up his frames and spoke in a low voice.

"Of course, I was drawn to Tsinghua by that very publicity!" another man shouted.

The man with glasses clapped his hands and said, "That’s right, now listen to my analysis again!"

"A year, what can you do in a year?"

"Not much!" several people said, frowning.

"Not much? Are you guys pigs? That’s the national champion in Natural Science we’re talking about. Missed a perfect score by only 0.5 points, do you have any idea what that means? Have you seen it?" the man with glasses mocked, and then continued, "Don’t underestimate the world. The national champion in Natural Science, perfect scores in mathematics, physics, chemistry.

Think about Zhang Fan’s basketball game against Liao Fucheng, the speed and accuracy of his shots. Not to toot my own horn, but find some math and physics geniuses, give them a month of training, and through geometric constructions with math and studying mechanics with physics, they could absolutely achieve a hundred shots and a hundred hits.

A specific point, strength, speed, can all replicate something technical like shooting at a fixed point."

Listening to the man with glasses, the surrounding crowd suddenly became interested.

"What else?" someone asked.

"When did Tsinghua ever have a freshman participate in the welcoming ceremony? As far as I know, never, right?" the man with glasses continued.

"Right, never, truly never!" a group of people murmured in agreement.

The bespectacled man clapped his hands and said, "That’s more like it, why should Zhang Fan get on stage as soon as he arrives?"

"Wasn’t there another guy who went on stage?" someone asked doubtfully.

"Are you stupid? Wasn’t the second magician kicked off stage by Zhang Fan? And who performed the last magic act?" The bespectacled man didn’t need to continue as others began to shout.

"Damn it, have you forgotten where that suddenly disappearing box went?"

People around started chattering.

Overhearing the discussion, a group of girls was also drawn over.

"It kind of makes sense what they’re saying!" a girl murmured softly.

"Listen, girl, you’re too naive to believe what these single dogs are saying? They’re obviously just jealous of our Zhang Fan!" another girl shook her head.

Hearing the girls’ voices, the group of single men suddenly glared.

What the hell, what does this have to do with being single dogs?

It’s not right to be targeted like this!

"Ignore them, let’s keep speculating!" the bespectacled man continued. "Look, three songs, one special magic trick, just with a little time, anyone could do it, right?"

A group of men nodded vigorously!

Hearing the voices from this side, Li Liang’s forehead was dripping with cold sweat.

These guys, they must be addicted to wild speculation!

The worst part is, they’re pretty convincing. If the sixty-million affair wasn’t pulled off by him personally, even he would be suspicious after hearing their analysis.

That bespectacled guy is a real genius, freaking Sherlock Holmes!

But the girls standing nearby couldn’t listen anymore.

"Fuck, you bunch of morons, are you addicted to this crap?"

One girl glared and roared, "How do you explain Zhang Fan’s marathon just now?"

"Exactly, exactly!"

"49 minutes to finish a marathon, and so many of us were watching, how can you explain that!" another girl shouted.

"It’s just better physical ability." A group of men, unable to retort, pursed their lips and spoke sourly.

"Physical ability? Great, let those guys from the basketball club try, they have such good physical stamina, see if they can complete a marathon in 49 minutes!" the girl roared and then turned her gaze toward Liao Fucheng and the group of basketball club members.

"Bring it on, damn it, Chen Jiandong, you go!" someone shouted.

At this moment, both Chen Jiandong and the basketball club members’ faces were completely dark.

Fuck, why drag us into your damn squabble?

Did we offend you or something?

If you’re so great, you do it, what a joke, this is a frickin’ marathon we’re talking about, 42.195 kilometers.

Seeing the basketball club members’ silence, the group of men became enraged.

"What are you scared of, go on, aren’t you from the basketball club, with such great physical ability, show these big-breasted airheads what’s what," someone bellowed.

Liao Fucheng began to tremble.

If it weren’t for the fact that Zhang Fan had kicked and broken several of his ribs, he’d get up and beat that idiot into a moron.

However, at that moment, a red-and-white silhouette flew past.

"Smack!"

Suddenly, blood splattered everywhere!

In that instant, everyone fell silent.

Looking at the menstrual pad still dripping blood on the person’s face, the corners of many men’s mouths twitched.

This was the second pad to fly today.

Are girls these days just throwing menstrual pads around?