Chapter 62: Sports Drink
Translator: Dragon Boat Translation Editor: Dragon Boat Translation
230 pounds shouldn’t even be mentioned. Even if he was exactly 200 pounds if an athlete of this tonnage said they could run 10 kilometers, about 99% of people would not believe him or her. The other 1% would still be lost amongst the weight of those numbers.
In an instant, the channels live chat had blown up with all kinds of chatter. Some were placing bets and others were somewhere along the lines of ‘stop playing around can you just draw’.
Meng Fan grinned as he read these live comments.
After being reincarnated and receiving the system, this was probably one of the most common scenarios of self-loathing tasks that were depicted in novels with systems.
After waiting for so long, he still hadn’t received a task that required him to be stupid and hit himself. He was rather disappointed by this, for it was a system that didn’t support its user making a fool out of himself but instead provided a bunch of tasks that disgusted the user instead.
“The non-motorized roads on both sides of the route aren’t blocked right?”
When Meng Fan signed up, he knew that the main route from the stadium to Tai Zi Wan park was a running trail, hence he wanted to ask about the other pedestrian lanes.
“Of course, the non-vehicular roads aren’t blocked. There will be a lot of citizens watching along the way.” Wu Tong didn’t see the live comments and asked, “What’s wrong?”
He responded, “The fickle netizens in the channel are saying they can’t see me run, so they don’t believe that it’s me running. They want to see the video of me running… I was thinking if the roads were open, I could get… Zhang Zou Wei to film me on a bike.”
“Why me!” Zhang Zhou Wei’s knees buckled as he heard this. “Why does it have to be me! Besides, ten kilometers is a lot for me, even on a bike! Get Pigeon to do it. He’s good at riding.”
As soon as the brazen-mouthed Zhang Zhou Wei said this, he regretted it. The traditional Chinese painting G.o.ddess is still here; that was a bit too uncultured. It was fine if he had no cla.s.s and Xing Ta Ge had no cla.s.s, they couldn’t smear Meng Fan’s image. Although, the fatty doesn’t seem like he’s capable of getting the traditional art G.o.ddess anyways.
Mmm, better hope she didn’t understand!
Without waiting for Xing Ta Ge to respond to Meng Fan, Wu Tong smiled and exclaimed. “No worries. I’ll see if I can borrow an electric bike for you.”
Soon after, she turned and headed for the gymnasium.
Zhang Zhou Wei wanted to scream that he didn’t know how to ride an electric bike, but it seemed he would get hit if people found out, so he had to endure it for now.
Xing Ta Ge had a grin plastered on his face. “If n.o.body is riding, isn’t riding an electric bike pretty good? Let’s hope the bike you borrow is cute.”
The brazen-mouthed Zhang Zhou Wei didn’t think he would be subjected to such humiliation. He gritted his teeth. “Are you the devil?”
Meng Fan did not care for the two’s bickering. He thought about it and gathered his streaming a.s.sistant, directly replacing it with his cell phone. He didn’t feel at ease giving his stream a.s.sistant to someone else.
“There’s a portable charger in my bag. If the phone runs low, don’t forget to charge it.”
Meng Fan gave his phone to Zhang Zhou Wei along with his backpack and then asked Xing Ta Ge if he had an extra portable charger as a backup.
Zhang Zhou Wei and Xing Ta Ge did not persist further, thinking that the camera was only used by Meng Fan while he ran out of convenience. He tied it around his chest. Now that Zhang Zhou Wei was filming for him, naturally there was no need for the gadget.
After changing the live stream to his phone, Meng Fan took it and panned it around him to show all the contestants warming up to begin the race. He then handed his phone over to Zhang Zhou Wei and headed off himself.
Even though he was back facing the camera, Meng Fan was still nervous. After all, it was the first time the ‘big lady rode the carriage’.
Big lady riding the carriage for the first time, huh?
“Uhm… Hi everyone, I’m Meng fatty.”
After saying h.e.l.lo with his back still turned, Meng Fan felt much better. After all, it had begun, and a smile began forming on his face. Even though the fickle netizens from the channel couldn’t see him, he still said, “Please forgive me for having my back turned. I really don’t want to rely on my looks to gain viewers.”
Meng Fan wanting to expose his whole body wasn’t because he wanted to be a poser and loathe himself, but due to the thought that he would have to broadcast his outdoor activities frequently in the future.
If his future live streams all consisted of video footage from the streaming a.s.sistant strapped to his chest, many people would definitely question if his running was real and worth watching. This was not good for raising his viewer count.
Taking this opportunity, his entire body could be filmed during the process, and he would have to explain less in the future.
And with his tonnage, running 10 kilometers was a spectacle. From now on, there would definitely be many people who would watch his stream as it would spark interest for sure!
Of course, that was not the case right now.
“This mini-marathon is a one meter for one grain of rice charity event hosted by a running APP. One meter for one grain of rice just means one grain of rice is donated to an area in poverty for every meter ran.”
Meng Fan introduced the event and continued, “At the finish line, there will be a charity donation point. If I reach it, and I arrive within 1.5 hours before starting, I will donate all the gifts you guys give me, regardless of what it is.”
Meng Fan didn’t mention the bets that had been made in the channel earlier. Actually, it didn’t mean much, regardless. He didn’t want to force the big talkers among his viewers to toss out their ‘C-spot halos’; not that he could anyways.
It was better not to mention anything. At least now, everyone had some basis for their thoughts. If they were willing to donate, they would, and the ones who weren’t could remain as they were.
—XuJiaYu’s Hardware store has donated a C spot halo in channel 131225. Come help the host level up to a center spot and claim your reward!
“After what the host said, I’m going to donate one first!”
—DaysNianXiuWalked has donated a C spot halo in channel 131225. Come help the host level up to a center spot and claim your reward!
“Hahahahahaha animation department’s iron hero, add oil! But this C-spot halo is for the traditional chinese painting department’s G.o.ddess!”
After Meng Fan had spoken, the channel gained a few C spot halos. One of them seemed to be from a fellow student at the academy who had recognized Meng Fan and recognized Wu Tong in one glance.
Both C spot halos were broadcasted throughout the entire platform, attracting an array of viewers. Another group of viewers had entered the channel after receiving his stream notification. Of course, there were also viewers who had been drawn by Meng Fan’s metaphysical attribute of validation.
The viewers noticed Meng Fan’s hefty figure immediately, and upon seeing the announcement bar were all full of doubt as they waited for Meng Fan to begin running.
The mini-marathon began at 10 am sharp. At around 9:50, the contestants had already arranged themselves according to their jersey colors, forming a long dragon-like line outside of the gymnasium.
The thirty or so people who were standing at the front were all wearing their own sports jerseys.
The red jerseys were the first group immediately following the leading section. Meng Fan was part of that category. So aside from Zhang Zhou Wei who was filming from his small donkey-like bike, the organizers own cameramen were also frequently focusing their lens on Meng Fan.
Behind them followed the other monochrome colored jerseys; yellow, blue, white and black.
The difference between the colors was partly determined by the scores of the runners on the Mou Dong app, and partly by the groups under which some people signed up to.
At 9:59, Meng Fan downed a bottle of sports drink that he had redeemed earlier.
The sports drink—an equipment from the task [Travelling Deity]—cost 10 points per bottle.
The function provided moisture and trace minerals needed for exercise while adjusting the physical state of the consumer to an optimal one for compet.i.tion.
Drinking one every half an hour would maintain the effect.
As to what ‘best compet.i.tive state’ meant, Meng Fan, who had never entered any athletic compet.i.tions his whole life, had not experienced that whatsoever. But he knew a compet.i.tive state was important in any sports race.
So he had exchanged a bottle. It was not expensive, and he wouldn’t have the chance to drink it regularly.
In addition, Meng Fan had also prepared the energy chews that could supplement physical energy.
Although it was impossible to win a champions.h.i.+p, he still could run a result that he normally couldn’t reach.
After all, he was streaming. It would be embarra.s.sing to fall behind.
10:00 am. The race began.