Chapter 2034: Chapter 2034: Not Playing with Noobs (Second Update)
The one who’s the most pissed off is Li Liang.
Right now, what he’s in charge of is way beyond just admissions.
Tsinghua College, as one of the top elite schools in Huaxia, holds academic competitions every semester—basically, you can’t even count them all.
Let’s not even talk about the ones inside the college itself!
These past few months, colleges all over the country have kicked off a nationwide wave of academic battles.
Math, Literature, astronomy, geography, biology—all kinds of contests, one after another, non-stop.
From all corners of the country, countless top schools have sent people over.
Sure, Tsinghua College is packed with talent, but other places aren’t exactly weak either.
Plus, when it comes to academics, there’s no ceiling.
Every region has its own hidden geniuses.
The ones coming to compete are the geniuses among geniuses, naturally no worse than Tsinghua College’s.
After a few months of this, Tsinghua’s battle record hasn’t been great.
They’ve won quite a few, but the competitions are being hosted at Tsinghua.
Every time they lose, it’s like slapping Tsinghua in the face again.
Especially the sophomore year group—utterly tragic!
Back then, he was calling Zhang Fan hundreds of times a day, literally from six in the morning till midnight.
The result: "The number you have dialed is not in the service area."
Tell me that’s not infuriating?
"Let’s go, grab him!" Li Liang flipped over in bed, bolted downstairs, jumped in his car, and tore off.
Hundreds of cars shot out from several main gates of Tsinghua College.
As the old neighbor, Beijing University watched this scene, and countless people’s eyes went wide.
"Holy shit, what’s Tsinghua up to? Lost their minds? What time is it? Why are that many cars heading out?"
"There’s definitely something big going down. Quit yapping, follow them."
"Hurry and check Tsinghua College’s forum, see what the hell happened."
But the moment they opened Tsinghua’s forum and saw the two words "Zhang Fan," countless people went instantly berserk, like they’d just been injected with chicken blood.
"Fuck, fuck, that bastard Zhang Fan is back."
"Damn, what does this super sports car event have to do with him?"
"Didn’t that guy disappear for months?"
"Move, move, move, time for revenge! Let’s go wreck that son of a bitch Zhang Fan."
As members of Beijing University, there’s no way they could forget the shit Zhang Fan pulled over there.
He stomped Beijing University’s face into the ground.
There’s no way they can swallow that humiliation.
"Vroom vroom vroom!"
The roar of sedans and sports cars tangled together in the air.
Another few hundred cars shot out from Beijing University’s side.
Test track!
People everywhere!
At the entrance, fifty or sixty supercars lined up and completely blocked the road.
At the junction, a crowd of young men leaned against their cars, looking wild and defiant.
"Out, out, out—your cars are not allowed to park in here." Wood and his crew spoke with murderous faces.
Come on, they’re testing supercars worth several hundred million here—how could they let a bunch of small fry in to mess things up?
Time was way too tight, they hadn’t had any chance to get people formally arranged.
So they could only block the road themselves.
"Move those cars over, now. If you dare to block the road, I swear I’ll smash your rides. There’s a huge empty lot right there—are you blind?"
Wood and his crew held baseball bats, every bit the classic street punks.
Seeing this, nobody around them dared show the slightest dissatisfaction.
Never mind that this is Wu Chao’s turf—just Wood and this pack of rich second-generation brats are already more than they can handle.
Right away, people started driving their cars toward that empty lot.
This test track is the same place where Zhang Fan tested Ugly Eight’s performance before.
The area is insanely wide open—you could park tens of thousands of cars here, no problem.
"Bro, we’re reporters. Let us in, yeah?" a group of reporters said.
"Reporters think you’re hot shit, huh? Wait here. Anyone tries to go in, I’ll beat the crap out of them, one by one." Wood and his boys showed zero respect.
As spoiled rich punks, when would they ever give reporters face?
They were already in a foul mood.
If Wu Chao hadn’t repeatedly warned them not to let anything go wrong, they’d have started swinging already.
But soon, over a thousand security guards came rushing over.
Every one of them was fully geared up.
And their clothing was all mismatched.
These guys were all temp hires Wu Chao pulled from various security companies.
Still, every single one of them was built like a tank!
"Maintain order, divide up zones. Anyone causes trouble, hit first, don’t bother with procedures." Only then did Wood’s crew drop their baseball bats and sprint over toward Zhang Fan and Wu Chao.
"Hey, bro, where’s your Lightning?"
Wood and his crew stared at him, eyes glowing green.
They still couldn’t forget that scene of Zhang Fan testing Ugly Eight’s performance.
Fast as lightning!
At four hundred miles per hour, it could smash a sports car into dust and come out completely unscathed.
This shit was basically an armored vehicle on wheels.
Of course, they all knew only Zhang Fan could do that kind of test.
If they tried it themselves—hehe—they wouldn’t dare.
Life comes first!
So even though they’d only met him once, Wood and his crew had Zhang Fan firmly burned into memory.
"The windshield broke, it’s waiting to be repaired," Zhang Fan said.
The instant he said that, Wood and his crew’s eyes flew wide open.
"Holy crap, bro, what the hell did you do? That’s super bulletproof glass!"
"You go to war with that thing or what?"
"Dude, that one windshield of yours costs as much as one of our supercars. Damn, compared to you, we seriously don’t deserve to call ourselves rich."
They all clicked their tongues in disbelief.
"Uncle Wu, when’s Lightning getting here? Otherwise, should we play a bit first?" Wood grinned.
Wu Chao checked his watch, his brows slightly furrowing.
"About two more hours."
Hearing that, Wood clapped Zhang Fan on the shoulder, his eyes glowing faintly green.
"Bro, come on, let’s run a few rounds. Last time you screwed us over big-time—you have to compensate us!" Wood said.
"Huh?" Zhang Fan was instantly confused.
When the hell did I ever screw you guys over? Bro, you can talk shit, but don’t slander people.
Wu Chao curled his lip and said, "Didn’t you race a few times inside the Fifth Ring in Capital City? These idiots had nothing better to do, so they went racing too, and all ended up detained."
Hearing that, Zhang Fan nearly burst out laughing.
"You guys really have a death wish, huh."
When he races, it’s because he’s a hundred percent confident in his driving skills.
Plus, with his Dragon Group identity, of course nobody dares hassle him.
These guys are just asking to get slammed.
Wood rubbed his nose and looked at Zhang Fan suspiciously. "Bro, be honest—how many times have you been arrested?"
Zhang Fan shrugged. "Sorry, I race on pure skill."
In an instant, Wood and his crew all rolled their eyes.
"One round? We’ve got two hours anyway!" Wood said.
Zhang Fan shook his head. "I don’t play with noobs. Boring."
!!!
Right away, Wood and his crew exploded on the spot!
(There’s more, but don’t stay up waiting, brothers. I’m too used to Immortal Cultivation; you guys can’t outlast me. Just read it tomorrow morning, it’s the same.)
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