"F*ck, he said he's starting his live broadcast right now?"
"Damn it, this is absolutely reckless. Isn't he afraid he's gonna GG later? That's a marathon, and he's even carrying fifty-six kilograms!"
"Does this guy even realize what he's saying?"
On Weibo, a stir rose among the countless onlookers munching on melon seeds.
"Haha, I'm waiting, hurry, hurry, hurry, I want to see how you're gonna embarrass yourself." Ma Tianli was so excited that he immediately posted a Weibo.
However, in an instant, the replies exceeded a thousand.
"Idiot, actually hoping for Brother Fan to lose face, heh."
"Brother Fan is our Face-Slapping Group's leader. He has slapped countless faces and never misses!"
The members of the Face-Slapping Group were overjoyed and started flooding Ma Tianli's Weibo.
Yet the group from Tsinghua was also shocked beyond measure.
Zhang Fan had only run a marathon once, and now he's doing it again? Can he really make it?