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Chapter 97: Real Coal in the Family

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"Bro, you're pretty badass!"

After eating a midnight snack, he returned to his room and continued drawing when he received a WeChat message from Mr. Sleepy with an attached screenshot and link from Weibo. He clicked into it. Of course, it was a Double video of Shan Jin brother's concert tonight. The owner of the video had also specifically singled out Meng Fan by circling him in the footage and indicated that he was the main culprit who caused the audience to erupt in laughter.

In addition, the Weibo article introduced Meng Fan; not his real name, but his stream name. This made Meng Fan quite happy, for this meant his stream would have more viewers in the future.

It had been shared a lot and had a lot of comments as well. They all spoke of laughing along like a dumbass and it had been their source of happiness today. Most of the comments were overwhelmingly positive.

"Your smile is poison, I started laughing along too when I watched the video."

"You're on your way to being internet famous!"

"You finished watching the concert, so you have time to meet now, right? I really need to talk to you."

'You probably don't know I've seen your grace already.' Meng Fan thought. He smiled and replied, "I've already got tickets for Hangzhou tomorrow after lunch."

Mr. Sleepy quickly responded, "So urgent? Then is the morning convenient for you?"

"Of course I'm convenient, just worried you can't wake up."

"I'll be up for sure."

"Alright then, tomorrow morning at 6:00, I'll wait for you at a restaurant in Xujiahui."

"…I've heard of meeting this early, but to meet at a breakfast store is too much!"

"Hahaha, I'm just teasing you. How about 10:00 tomorrow? I'll meet you at the south platform. Is that okay?"

"This sounds okay."

The next day, Meng Fan wore the hat and ran his ten kilometers around the neighborhood. After bringing back an abundant amount of breakfast, he went to Meng Cai Wei's room and loudly woke her up.

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"What time is it, are you poison?! Is this revenge?"

Meng Cai Wei rubbed her eyes as she stepped out. Seeing Meng Fan took the initiative to buy her breakfast, she resisted the urge to violently beat him. After eating, she headed back to finish her sleep and yawned. She came out two hours later.

"Don't you still have two days of vacation? You're leaving?" Meng Cai Wei saw Meng Fan searching for a bag to contain his manuscripts and continued, "Why not stay another day? When are you leaving? I've already planned to grab lunch with your Shan Jin brother… You don't want to come?"

Seeing Meng Fan shake his head, Meng Cai Wei felt odd. Suddenly, as if she remembered something, she let out a long 'oh'. "You've made plans to go back with the traditional art department beauty, didn't you?"

Meng Fan did not respond. Meng Cai Wei chuckled but did not press further. When Meng Fan was ready to head out at 9:00, Meng Cai Wei had also dressed up and pretended to follow him out.

"What are you doing?" Meng Fan asked.

"Seeing you off." Meng Cai Wei smiled.

"You want to see Wu Tong, don't you?" Meng Fan evidently guessed what she was thinking. "Our train is at 1:30 PM. I'm leaving early to meet someone to discuss some things."

No way in hell Meng Cai Wei believed him!

Sporting a hat, a mask, and sunglasses, she followed Meng Fan to the south platform. Then from afar, she saw a skinny and slightly awkward looking man greet Meng Fan.

Meng Cai Wei thought she had discovered something. "You still say you don't like boys! Is Wu Tong a blind man?"

Meng Fan was utterly speechless.

Seeing that it wasn't Wu Tong, she didn't greet the person and immediately turned and left.

If it was a girl, she would have observed closely, but since it's a guy, he can freely love anyone!

Of course, Meng Cai Wei only said this, and she didn't really believe it.

"Adapt into a manga?"

After meeting Mr.Sleepy, Meng Fan conversed with him before quickly getting to the topic. After hearing him out, Meng Fan was rather surprised. "You want me to adapt your book, 'There's a Spirit Underground'? I have no manga adaptation experience, only illustrations. Don't you think you're thinking too highly of me?"

"You're a profession!" Mr.Sleepy said matter of factly. "Moreover, you're also talented! To be honest with you, I had found several illustrators to help me do illustrations before I met you. I even asked them to adapt my manga, but their artistic style didn't match, which made it very upsetting."

Sipping a mouthful of Pepsi cola, he gestured for Meng Fan to hear him out. "Your artistic style is to my taste, and you understand this novel very well. Many of your illustrations depict the scenes in my head, which is hard to come by, and perfect for me! So when I received the copyrights for a manga adaptation, you were the first person I thought of. It has to be you!"

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"As for the story, you can take care of it if you feel adequate. If you need help, I can give you a few scriptwriters, and I will also participate in the adaptation myself. Also, if you need, I can give you two assistants as well if you need assistance in drawing or anything."

"You can choose to receive the subscription fee in addition to the manuscript fees, which includes the subscription payments, publishments etc; or just name a price. Both are fine."

"Either way, I just want you… as my main artist!"

Meng Fan spoke, "Wait, wait. Scriptwriters, assistants, and naming a price, can I ask you something? Are all novels this lucrative nowadays? Or does your family own coal?"

Mr. Sleepy paused for a moment and gave him a big thumbs up. "You even know about my family's coal!"

Meng Fan also paused for a bit. "F*ck do you really?"𝑵𝗈𝓥𝑬𝑙𝓃𝖾xt.𝑐𝐎𝓂

Mr. Sleepy snickered. "I'm from Mengzi, so my family does own some coal mountains."

Meng Fan was shocked. "F*ck! No wonder you never update! You're a second-generation mining tycoon!"

"Third generation," Mr. Sleepy said very modestly.

Meng Fan continued, "You keep handing me so many cards, you're not afraid of me asking for too much?"

Mr. Sleepy responded very seriously, "As long as the adaptation feels right, there's no problem. Otherwise, I wouldn't have taken back the copyrights and search for people myself. If I left it with the website, it would have been easy to pick, and they can help me choose the best choice, but I can't guarantee their art will feel right."

"Rich people are so impulsive!" Meng Fan couldn't help but feel indulged at the moment. He thought about it and gave out his answer, "Because I'm already preparing to adapt a manga, I have to go back and think about your job. Give me some time within one week at the latest. I'll give you a response before then. Is that alright?"

"Sounds good!"

Mr. Sleepy clapped his palms together loudly.

Maybe it was because he paid particular attention to anything aside from writing, or because Meng Fan was suitable to his taste, Mr.Sleepy had talked with Meng Fan for another two hours before leaving with the manuscripts.

Not long after, Wu Tong arrived ahead of schedule. As they prattled on their way towards the Hangzhou train, Meng Fan felt very comfortable on the smooth journey to Hangzhou. Naturally, not many shenanigans happened on the way, besides the two wild kids who would occasionally start a commotion. Thankfully, their parents were not wild as well.

Returning to the school, Meng Fan helped Wu Tong take her luggage to the entrance of the girls' dormitory and felt reluctant to leave, but still happily returned to the boys' dormitory.

Zhang Zhou Wei and the other guys hadn't returned yet, so Meng Fan left his stuff in their room and headed to the studio with his drawing tube.

Using the rest of the afternoon, he caught up with the illustrations he had been procrastinating.

After dinner, he didn't return to the studio, nor did he run, but immediately took a taxi to Xizi lake. The 'Night Touring God' task still had to be completed, only there would be no stream tonight. Instead, he wore his hat the entire process and sat on the corner of the scenic grounds. He wasn't daydreaming, but pondering over the script Xing Ta Ge had given him.

He didn't know if he would take Mr.Sleepy's adaptation job, but Xing Ta Ge's manga still had to be done.

With the manuscript in hand, and the 3 drawing skill and 1 imagination, the optimal conditions for creating a manga had been established.

After pondering, Meng Fan didn't intend to begin creating a manga immediately but rather went off to search for a silly point of view. He prepared to draw some of the scenes from the script in the style of illustrations, drawing them separately. Naturally, this was to increase his progress for the [Illustrator] task—Meng Fan couldn't confirm if manga content counted as illustrations by the system—so when he connected them together and modified them slightly, they became the first few panels of a manga!

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Chapter 98: To Start a Manga Series

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Wearing his hat, he would switch locations after each hour to obtain his experience. Thinking about the manga, he would occasionally take out his phone to record something, so that he could record it at the peak of his memory.

On the 6th, there were still numerous tourists at the scenic sites at Xizi lake, but he didn't go out of his way to complete the adoration fever task. To him, the rewards for [Real • Adoration Fever] were not good, and there were too many requirements as well. If he couldn't attain it along the way, he wouldn't force himself.

He had only completed one step of the task to attain the hat, which had been enough. The validation that came afterward, Meng Fan felt no desire for it.

At eleven o'clock, people began to leave the scenic spot. Meng Fan did not go back and continued to wander around the scenic spot. He stopped thinking about his manga adaptation and began appreciating the scenes.

When the crowds receded, there was no litter on the ground. Xizi lake was quieter and more beautiful.

Have you seen Xizi lake at two in the morning? Meng Fan has.

He had also seen the mosquitos at Xizi lake. After gaining 1 observation skills, Xizi lake through his night-vision goggles was clear as day.

Well, this late at night, he did not want to think about the manga. He could only use the night-vision goggles for the purpose of seeing the world at night to pass the time.

The mosquitos and ants have never met Meng Fan before, for he didn't exist!

After turning to a scenic spot, and gaining 7 more points of experience, he left the destination and headed to the road and removed his hat. At this moment, several taxis stopped next to him.

"It's already past two o'clock, why are you still wandering around here? If I hadn't just dropped off a group of drunk tourists from the bar and pass by, you'd have to walk home."

The uncle was full of doubts and wondered why this chubby boy was wandering around so late at night. He was even more curious as to why he suddenly felt the urge to drive over here.

"Uhm, I got lost."

Meng Fan casually responded and was confused. Could it be his increased validation which forced the driver to turn around towards him?

These f*cking metaphysics were simply unreasonable!

After returning to his home near the academy, it was almost three o'clock when he'd showered and prepared for bed. He still had no trouble waking up at five the next day.

Putting on his sports clothes to the track field, Wu Tong joined him as he began to warm up. After warming up together, they started to run.

Wu Tong hadn't run in a few days, so she kept her pace at around 6 minutes. It was natural that Meng Fan kept up with her for the first few laps, but unnatural for him to match her side by side for ten whole kilometers. This surprised Wu Tong.

Without speeding up, she maintained a pace of 6 minutes for five more kilometers, and Meng Fan was still keeping up!

Thinking about it, it made sense. Meng Fan had ran the mini-marathon in 60 minutes.𝑵𝗈𝓥𝑬𝑙𝓃𝖾xt.𝑐𝐎𝓂

Accelerate!

Wu Tong increased her speed to 5 minutes and 30 seconds at once, running a kilometer. Meng Fan kept up.

Turning to look, Wu Tong found that Meng Fan was not even struggling.

Thinking of when he first started running, Wu Tong felt emotional. He had really improved a lot!

Beginning at the 7th kilometer, Wu Tong raised her pace to 5 minutes. This time, Meng Fan slowly fell behind her.

Thinking about it, she slowed her pacing to 6 minutes once again and accelerated to 5:30 once Meng Fan caught up. At a pace of 5 minutes and 20 seconds, they completed the ten kilometers together.

Total time elapsed was 56 minutes and 29 seconds!

This was basically Wu Tong's aerobic running pace. With this pace, it would be detrimental to a person's knees unless they reduced the amount of kilometers ran each day.

She used to run eight kilometers for three days and ten for one.

Stopping to walk a lap, they then began to stretch. Wu Tong couldn't help but utter with emotion, "You've made so much progress!"

Meng Fan huffed as he chuckled. "No matter what, I did run from Hangzhou to Shanghai, and of course, there was some progress made."

This wasn't the first time Meng Fan had finished in 60 minutes without the sports drink and energy chews. However, with Wu Tong as a lead, his results were much better than before.

Seeing Meng Fan's smile, Wu Tong also laughed. "Regardless, your progress is incredible. It's only been a few days, and you've already improved so much. I think in a month, you'll be able to catch up to me."

Meng Fan paused. "This fast? I would be grateful if it took me the next two years of college to catch you!"

Wu Tong didn't realize the ambiguity in her words, for Meng Fan's response was equally suggestive!

After 9:00 in the morning, students began returning to the academy. Meng Fan spent the morning in the studio, and when noon came, the campus had began to recover its liveliness from the holidays.

"Fatty!"

As he was heading for the cafeteria, Meng Fan heard someone calling his name. Of course, it had to be the couples of Chen Da Qiang and Zhang Zhou Wei, carrying several bags, with fatigued but joyous expressions on their face.

"F*ck! When did you lose so much weight?!"

As they approached, Zhang Zhou Wei suddenly screamed, scaring meng Fan into a cackling laughter.

He remained modest. "Really? Am I that thin? I don't feel different."

Chen Dan Qiang and his girlfriend also smiled as they nodded. "You really have slimmed down a lot, before we saw you everyday so we couldn't tell, but it's been a few days. It seems your running has paid off!"

"Really?"

Meng Fan snickered as he confirmed with them repeatedly. He waved his hand. "Then hurry and put your things down, I will treat you guys to lunch. I'll head to the water shore restaurant and order first to wait for you guys. I'm happy today, so I have to eat two bowls."

"Can't you stand some praise?!"

At 2:00 in the afternoon, Meng Fan revived his stream.

The contents of the stream had been from the manga, but they had been adapted to be drawn as illustrations.

At this hour, there was nobody else in the studio aside from Meng Fan. Even the administrator was not present. He did not have to worry about disrupting people with his voice and chatted with his netizens as he drew.

Meng Fan conversed with them about the interesting events he ran onto his way to Shanghai, while all the fickle netizens were asking about the concert. Regardless, one talked about himself while the rest asked about him, and it was quite a harmonious scene.

Running from Hangzhou to Shanghai, the event at Shan Jin brother's concert, and the resurfacing of his 'thumbs' up dance video. Meng Fan did not realize it himself, but he had become an 'internet sensation'.

The number of online viewers that day easily broke 100,000, and when he logged out at five o'clock, the day's viewer count had reached 370,000. It seems his all-time total views were at 4 million, which was still far away from completing the 10 million required for task phase 4.

Xing Ta Ge returned at night, quite late as well. He had hit the bed snoozing the moment he returned and evidently came back from an eventful evening.

All the members had returned to the dorm and everything was on the right track.

In the blink of an eye, three days passed. Meng Fan and Xing Ta Ge had finalized the details of the first ten chapters of their manga, covering all the issues regarding scriptwriting and the story. Meng Fan began to modify the illustrations he had prepared and came out with art for four chapters in one go.

They had changed the name of the manga as well. Xing Ta Ge's original title had been 'Guide to Campus RoMANce'. Ro-Man-ce was okay, but it was too easy to be reminiscent of Mr. Kato.

But the change was not big, changing the 'man' character to regular romance; 'Guide to Campus Romance'.

The scripts for the first ten panels were basically solidified, and they had the artwork for four of them. Meng Fan naturally wanted to upload it online for serialization, for this was required for the [Manga Artist] task.

Xing Ta Ge did not care for this, so he followed Meng Fan's decision.

Penguin Animation network was the serialization website Meng Fan decided on.

He registered his screen name as "Meng Fatty opened a server" successfully. But when it came to the title of the manga, the name was already in use.

They then changed the name to 'Campus Love Directory', but it was also taken.

He then changed it back to 'Guide to Campus RoMANce'. Heh. Success!

"They won't censor us for this right?"

"Who cares, worse comes to worst the editor would tell us first right? As long as our content is not too explicit, it should be okay."

Seeing the name return to his original intention, Xing Ta Ge was particularly happy, smugly looking at Meng Fan to deal with it.

"Alright."

After successfully creating the work, they uploaded the first chapter to wait for a review.

After two or so hours, their examination was successful.

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Chapter 99: Two Separate Millions

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Although Xing Ta Ge didn't care much for the publication of their manga—for he only wanted it as a starting portfolio piece—but seeing the successful review result of their first submission, he was still very excited.

Meng Fan was too.

So far, there had been several accomplishment tasks, fourteen in total. But To Meng Fan, there were only two tasks that he had genuinely wanted to complete. One is the illustrator task, and the other being the manga artist task.

Of course, he could not ignore the attribute rewards he'd gained from the other tasks.

Among these attribute rewards, Meng fan cared the most about the ones that could assist his drawing process, for example, hand speed.

He told himself it had been for finding love, but really, he was more concerned about his art.

If you asked Meng Fan what he spent most of his life's time, then it would undoubtedly be… sleeping.

Of course, aside from sleeping, next would be drawing.

He could draw with a pen before he knew how to use chopsticks!

Although he had violated his mother's original intention for him to become a famous traditional Chinese artist and became interested in manga, it was still relevant to art.

After passing the review, Meng Fan, like many newcomers, added his own publication to his collection. He changed the number of collections from 0 to 1. At this moment, an alert sounded in his head, signaling the unlocking of a new task.

"Ding! You've triggered the achievement task [Collector of Millions]."

"The task requires your online publication to be collected 1 million times."

"Upon completion, you will receive the title [Collector of Millions] (Drawing skills 3, set design 3, screenwriting 3)"

There was only one task, with a 100 reward and no additional attributes.

Simply put, he'd have to complete the entire [Collector of Millions] task before he could receive any rewards. Moreover, the attributes were average and in small amounts. It was similar to the attributes of the manga artist task.

The [Manga artist] task was not hard, for it only required him to publish and produce a single volume, which could be done very simply.𝗇𝓞𝓥𝐄𝒍𝚗𝗲xt.𝒸𝑂𝓶

But these one million collections were difficult to obtain. Even if you could count several mangas as points!

The rewards were the same though. Ridiculous.

In the system's view, 'difficulty' was only incidental when it pertains to how much experience he can receive?

'Hold on!'

Meng Fan thought. Since he had already triggered it by adding to a collection, could clicking also trigger it? It's much easier to profit off clicks than for others to add the novel to a collection.

Each account could only add to their collection once, but if it was clicked, it could be repeatedly done according to the algorithms of the Penguin animation network.

Meng Fan had seen the rankings before. It was already terrifying and rare for someone to have a couple of million collectors, but as for clicks based on popularity, there were several in billions!

He swiftly refreshed the page.

He saw the popularity of his manga go from 0 to 1, but it did not trigger the task.

He gave up after trying several more times to no avail.

Achievement task unlocked. Heh. Let fate decide!

"Got it!"

Xing Ta Ge gave Meng Fan a high five, then chuckled. "Aside from the script, I'll leave everything else to you!"

Meng Fan nodded. Based on Xing Ta Ge's lazy tendencies, it was already a miracle for him to produce a script. He did not dream of asking for more.

Zhang Zhou Wei probed his head in. "You should refresh the interface and see your collections, I've advertised a lot for you guys."

Meng Fan refreshed it and immediately saw over twenty or so collectors. Refreshing again, he'd received a dozen or so more. After three minutes, they had over 100 collectors.

Originally, he did not care much for the results, but thinking about it, who would oppose having a higher quality Manga? Although they were friendship 'collectors', it still counted!

In addition to the existence of the [Collector of Millions, Meng Fan couldn't help but advertise it before the end of his stream.

If they watched Meng Fan's stream, there was a ninety percent chance that his viewers were manga and anime enthusiasts. Coupled with seeing Meng Fan illustrate this manga previously on stream, they would be even more interested.

Most of the fickle netizens would have accounts already, and those who didn't could just create one with QQ or Wechat. How convenient!

"This name is too badass!"

"Hahaha is this a real script?!"

"RoMANce? Is this Mr. Kato's campus love story?"

"Are you sure it's not about a juicy man?"

"Then the main female character would be the juice mixer!"

"Fatty you're going to be 404'd like this!"

"I can tell it's not a good thing based on seeing the name. I have to go report it!"

The extensive increase in collectors was incredible. After advertising it on stream, Meng Fan checked the interface. The collector count had gone from 100 or so to over 10,000.

Then… A 'ding' sounded in his head!

Didn't the [Collector of Millions] task have phases? How come it rang after only 10,000 collectors?

Hearing it again, it had no relationship to the collections task.

"Ding! You've unlocked the task [One Million Merits]."

"Task requires your online manga publication to receive 1 million HXB worth of merit points."

"Upon completion, you will receive the achievement title [One Million Merits] (Drawing skill 3, set design 3, screenwriting 3)"

The rewards were exactly the same as [Collector of Millions]. It also had the same process with only one task, rewarding 100 points and no other attributes.

Meng Fan looked at the task progress. 8/1,000,000.

Following after, it increased to 18,26,126… evidently, his fickle netizens had been giving his manga merit points.

So clicking based on popularity doesn't trigger anything, but merit points will? This system really f*cking treats anyone with money as their father, doesn't it?

The currency exchange ratio for Penguin animation's merit points was 100:1. These merits were directly converted into HuaXia currency in the process of being gifted.

The animation and manga creations on Penguin's platform could receive merit points without having a contract, but they would not be able to receive the monthly pass—for example, if they earned an honorary trophy worth 100,000 points, they could earn 5 monthly passes, but people without contracts wouldn't be able to receive them. Of course, it's even less likely to receive a recommendation by the platform if you are not signed to a contract.

It's too hard to become famous without support from a platform.

When he logged off the stream, he had received over 60,000 collections, and several merit points as well, over two thousand HXB!

His popularity increased to over 1 million.

"Does popularity only increase by these merit points?"

Meng Fan was uncertain about how his popularity would be calculated. He searched the web but did not find an official explanation, nor an editor to ask.

Editor?

The editor probably would ask you which sky you fell from!

Once the campus editor Yi Xin saw the review for 'Guide to Campus RoMANce', they had directly added the manga to his list of concerning subjects. It wasn't because of the inappropriate content he feared for the manga contained, but the art style, and the artist's skill!

As a manga practitioner, and an editor for a manga platform, Yi Xin was very observative. Regardless, if the plot was good and the art style mattered a bit more. And this person's drawing style was really up there!

Badass!

This was Yi Xin's evaluation for the manga. Conservatively estimating, this manga could rival over 97% of the authors in this industry!

For a newcomer, this style of art was to his appetite. It was comfortable to look at!

As for the storyline, he was still inconclusive.

Better observe it for a while.

He did not expect that in such a short time period, the manga's numbers began to soar. No matter how he looked at it, it was not a data anomaly.

And this author's name, he couldn't remember it for a long time. Could it be some god's throwaway account?

After reading the comments under this manga, it wasn't difficult to realize what was going on. Several people mentioned the name 'Meng host', which made Yi Xin more confused. Could it be a popular artist from the drawing category of a stream?

After searching "Meng Fatty's Open Server", eight links immediately popped up. After clicking into it, the stream was already offline. But he was still able to extract some data, such as the amount of viewers and how many gifts he received etc.

Originally the plan was to observe for a while. But now, Yi Xin felt like it could sign a contract off the bat. After all, not every author was so popular.

According to the data from "Meng Fatty's Open Server", this author's own popularity could rival that of a small god.

The blackened interface was short so it did not respond for a long time.

Yi Xin thought about it and decided to fill out his info from the account details, then added Meng Fan on QQ.

Meng Fan hadn't logged into his QQ in centuries. How could he have seen it?

Even if he did log in, based on the number of friend requests because of his presence, there was no way he would see it.

After waiting for a while, Yi Xin thought about it for a moment, then called the number listed on the account.

Hehe. Unknown numbers were straight-up blocked!

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Chapter 100: Sports Meet

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Meng Fan was truly unaware of the QQ request and phone calls from Penguin animation network's own campus editor Yi Xin. But he did see the website's contract platform, which had been a short process.

Even when he had gone out to stream the night tours, Meng Fan would still check his data progression on the platform. Although he could have just watched shows instead of watching his manga progress, as refreshing it was pointless and won't make his collectors grow, but urgency and curiosity were part of human nature.

Meng Fan saw the message, but he ignored it. Was it because he was a borderline internet-famous person and was too good for him?

Of course not.

The reason was related to the contract.

Although it was his first manga and his first time publishing a series to an online platform, there was still some related information that an art student and future practitioner should know. There were several students on campus who had serialized manga on the internet.

An independent author like him without a studio cannot cooperate with the website. He also wasn't a popular player, so even if he signed a contract, he'd have to abide by the platform's procedures and rules. And being a profit-based platform, they wouldn't sign a contract with you and refer you with no strings attached.

Meng Fan knew that if he signed a contract in his current situation, all the copyright proceedings would be handed over to the platform. It doesn't mean that the copyright wasn't his, but the logistics and agency of your copyright would be under their jurisdiction for a set amount of time.

For example, if his copyright was sold, he would receive a payment based on regulations. But if you want to sell it yourself, the website would have to permit it before you could.

Of course, in general, if there was no adequate platform, then your work would be hard to promote—let alone sell for copyright.

If you produced the work and the platform that recommended your work, then it would be a win-win situation.

Meng Fan could accept this form of management, but the only problem was that he wanted to complete his task right now!

The [Manga artist] task required Meng Fan to serialize and publish a book at the same time. If he had signed a contract and handed it over to the website agent, he wouldn't be able to publish it on his own accord. The website would have its own considerations regarding the timeline, as well as its own standards.

It was easy enough to make the standard, but even if you paid to publish it on your own, it would be hard to say.

He had to successfully publish the manuscript.

There was also another problem that Meng Fan had to consider and that is, in case the website serialization could not pass the system's judgment.

For example, if the website agrees to let him pay for copyright, but the system does not recognize it afterward, then he would have to attempt to serialize the entire novel, or switch to another platform.

He would be exclusive after signing a contract and there's no way the platform would let him screw around!

With these two unstable factors, Meng Fan was set on not signing a contract, at least for the time being.

If he could wait to publish using his own money and finish the task, and then sign again with the website, that would be ideal.

All else aside, the platform would definitely arrange for his recommendation once he signed the contract. If he gets recommended, then he would have collectors, allowing him to complete the [Collector of Millions] task.

He could also climb the ranks along the way, and gain more exposure, increasing his collectors as well…

Best to leave it!

He should try to finish an entire book and save up the money to publish it, then wait for the task to be completed before considering anything else.

It should still be popular after being left for a while… right?

Such a large platform wouldn't prevent you from serialization if you don't sign a contract, for you're bringing them traffic, regardless. Plus they receive a portion of the revenue from merit points, at no cost or dispersion of resources.

As long as the content did not cross a line, there shouldn't be a problem.

"Hold it!"

"Thief!"

Around nine o'clock, when Meng Fan was touring near 'Pinghu Qiuyue', he heard the cries of a girl. The statement was familiar, and so was the voice. Curiously, he looked over. Life really is f*cking full of coincidences.

Of course, it was the bickering couple that had caused his 'Tiger Tackle' nickname.

"They've actually brought their PDA here!"

"Okay stop screaming, I'll buy it, I'll buy it for you!"

That guy had evidently been scarred by Meng Fan's tiger-like tackle the last time this happened. He quickly stopped her. If another iron hero leaped out of nowhere, he would really be living a tragedy. It was best to succumb to her, then deal with it once they were back.

Suddenly, the guy grabbed the girl and began frantically running!

There were plenty of tourists there who had been curious upon hearing 'Thief'. However, seeing the 'thief' pulled the girl along, their expressions went solemn.

"Is he stealing people?"

"But why does the girl look overjoyed?!"

"It makes no sense! Are all youths nowadays this creative?"

The heart-stealing couple ran for a few hundred meters before they stopped. The guy was huffing while the girl seemingly in much better shape. She looked cheerfully contented as she puckered her lips. "How romantic!"

"Romantic my ass!"

The guy sat down with a face full of fear. "Do you know who I just saw? The iron hero! You almost killed me, don't you know?"

"Huh? What are the chances?" The girl thought for a moment. "Then you can thoroughly punish me in a while!"

The next day was Mr. Ma's class.

Zhang Zhou Wei, who was beside Meng Fan whispered to him. "What's up with you? Didn't you log out of stream around ten o'clock, why didn't you come home for so long?"

"I was busy."

Meng Fan simply responded and concentrated on Mr. Ma's class.

Mr. Ma had an incredible professional ability, plus his course was relevant to manga creation, which was what Meng Fan urgently needed at the moment. His focus in this class exceeded the first class of the university.

Mr. Ma had originally thought this fatty was just pretending to be interested. But since he'd been shackled by Meng Fan's sense of existence, he had called on Meng Fan a dozen or so times in every class. Every answer Meng Fan had provided was not only accurate but was well thought through. Mr. Ma was happy to see this.

After the class had ended, the counselor came in.

Waving the list in their hands, the counselor said in a concise manner, "Friday is the school's sports meet and this is our class's registration form. The requirements state a minimum of five participants to report to a minimum of ten activities."

"Does it have to be so harsh?" Zhang Zhou Wei asked jokingly.𝗇𝓞𝓥𝐄𝒍𝚗𝗲xt.𝒸𝑂𝓶

The counselor smiled bitterly. "Shut up, if we aren't harsh, it would be the same as last year where two people signed up. Hurry up and stop talking nonsense. Since you asked, you have to enter one sport."

The counselor then proceeded to place the registration on Zhang Zhou Wei's desk.

The rest of the forms were handed to Wang Ya Nan. She took Wang Ya Nan's hands in hers. "Ya Nan, I'll leave the rest to you."

Immediately, she ducked out.

The HuaXia art academy always held a sports meet every year after the October 1st holiday, and it was always grand in scale.

Only, this grandness was only present in the format of the meet. For example, the opening ceremony, the special entrances, creative costumes and layout—and the arts and crafts sales around the venue, etc. It was definitely a sight to see. At any minute, it can give you the feeling of a luxe carnival. But the actual content of the sports portion was lacking.

It wasn't to say that art students do not exercise, but a lower proportion of athletes were undeniable. At least in Meng Fan's class, there were very few sports enthusiasts, and they weren't that skilled either.

Except for Small Dot, Jiao Yan Ran.

"Dot."

When Wang Ya Nan received the registration forms, the first person she'd thought of was Dot. And it wasn't just her, as the whole class shared the same thought as well.

Towering at 181 cm, Dot smiled shyly and picked up the form. She was an indispensable asset for every sports meet. Even during freshman year, when nobody knew of her provincial volleyball player status, they would still think of her first. After all, her stature spoke for itself.

As for Meng Fan, who was even taller than Jiao Yan Ran, he had been straight up ignored. How can someone so fat have any sports-related cells in their body? They didn't even consider him for shot put.

Of course, that was during freshman and sophomore year. It was different now. Who didn't knew that he ran from Hangzhou to Shanghai to watch a concert?!

Running fever!

After Jiao Yan Ran received the registration form, the whole class looked to Meng Fan.

Wang Ya Nan smiled as she handed the forms to Meng Fan. "Meng Fan, I'm counting on you!"

But someone had beat her to it. It was Zhang Zhou Wei.

"Fatty, I took this one for you."

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Chapter 101: The Probability of Winning

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Everyone knew of Meng Fan's running feats, so he had nothing to hold back. He smiled and accepted the forms Wang Ya Nan handed to him. As for Zhang Zhou Wei's form, he pretended not to see it.

"Well, that's awkward."

Zhang Zhou Wei smiled bashfully as he folded the forms into an airplane. Just as he was about to throw it, the menacing glare from Wang Ya Nan came. He immediately unfolded it, but during the process, on purpose or not, the paper tore apart.

"Uhm. I didn't do it on purpose." Zhang Zhou Wei looked innocent.

"It's okay."

Wang Ya Nan was overly composed as she smiled and handed him another form. "We've got plenty of forms to go around."

With this, Zhang Zhou Wei did not dare to try anymore shenanigans.

After a while, Wang Ya Nan handed out the registration forms like military tasks. Any guy who looked slightly strong had a form in their hands. Two other girls aside from Jiao Yan Ran also accepted forms. It had far exceeded five.

"I'll make a group. Please try to fill out the forms and hand it to me before the evening." In a moment, Wang Ya Nan had made a group. She had also taken a form. "There are eight of us in total, so it shouldn't be too difficult to register for ten sports. Everyone must participate in at least one, while the other two should do what they can. Of course, the more the better. Everyone should try their best and focus on participation, regardless of the results."

"After joining the group, anyone who needs to organize a group to a last-minute practice can send a message." Wang Ya Nan took Jiao Yan Ran's hand. "From now on, Dot will be our temporary coach."

Jiao Yan Ran smiled shyly and nodded.

An ex provincial athlete should have no problem training this bunch of rookies.

Only this bunch was not very invested in the training, as they only wanted to participate and get it over with without any desire for good results. They didn't even have the intention to make a last-minute effort.

What could Wang Ya Nan do, but force Zhang Zhou Wei to practice. "Go run with Meng Fan in the afternoon!"

"I… Okay!"

Zhang Zhou Wei couldn't rebel. Initially, he wanted to 'sell' the form he had. For example, he wanted to 'sell' it to Chen Da Qiang. But now the prospect was bleak.

Zhang Zhou Wei bitterly followed Meng Fan to eat. "What are you going to sign up for?"

"I'll see."

The form had all the activities for the sports meet.

The sports meet consisted mostly of track and field events. After the track meet events were over, there would be an exhibitional basketball match alongside ping-pong, badminton, etc with each department as their respective teams.

Track and field usually incorporate all the track races, field events, and all-around competitions. However, the Hua Xia art academy had no all-around entries.

Track and field races were easily distinguishable. Anything that required height and distance was classified as field races, mainly jumping and throwing. Anything that was based on time was considered field events, such as running and walking. It was just that HuaXia Academy had no walking competition.

The HuaXia sports meet's track events were separated into 100 meters, 200 meters, 400 meters, 800 meters, 1500 meters, 3,000 meters, 5,000 meters, and 4*100 meters, as well as, 110 meters hurdles (male), 100 meters hurdles (female). The track events included long jump, triple jump, high jump, shot put, and javelin.

There was not much to say for the track events; there wasn't even a 10,000 category. As for the field events, there were no pole vault, hammer throw, or discus throw categories either.

Meng Fan almost jumped out of his skin when he went to the track after he finished his class. There were way more people than usual. Nobody from his class did a last-minute practice, but there were hardworking people from other departments.

People were jumping hurdles, throwing shot puts, discuses, javelins, and other activities one didn't normally see. Right now, the majority seemed to be practicing discus throws and javelin, circling the middle of the field.

On the track, people were sprinting and practicing one after the other in different directions. With so many people running in reverse, how could anyone run!

Meng Fan gave up. It was best to run along the road.

"Meng Fan."

As he was about to leave, someone called his name. He looked over to see Jiao Yan Ran and Wang Ya Nan.

"Zhou Wei isn't with you?" Seeing Meng Fan by himself, Wang Ya Nan's face darkened. She pulled out her phone from her pocket and called him, screaming several words before hanging up. In a moment, her expression changed into a smile as she faced Meng Fan. "You're so hardworking."

'Hardworking? This is all a day's work.'

Jiao Xiao Ran, who usually didn't talk much, took the initiative to ask Meng Fan. "What category did you sign up for?"

Meng Fan shook his head and responded honestly, "I haven't decided yet."

His strongest category would have been the 10,000-meter run, but it wasn't an option!

However, he could still try some other categories, like the 5000-meter run.

The [I am a Champion] task was right in front of him. Although the mission details had outlined championships below provincial levels would be judged based on a situation, so he might not win a championship honor point. Meng Fan still felt he should try it out.

Of course, winning the championship was another issue.

HuaXia academy's athletic skills were lacking, but there was still over 9000 students enrolled. Even if Meng Fan ran in his best category, the 10,000-meter run, it was still going to be a stretch for him to win the championship.

He couldn't even outrun Wu Tong, and it was very likely that there was a dude even more badass than Wu Tong.

Thinking of this, Meng Fan turned to Jiao Yan Ran. "Oh right, do you know where I can find the results from last year's sports meet?"

"I have them, hang on. I'll send it to you."

Jiao Yan Ran took out her phone and sent him a few photos. Aside from last year's competition results, there were other school records as well.

The school record for the 5000-meter run was very good, 16 minutes and 5 seconds, the level of a second rate national athlete, but the previous championship results were far worse. 22 minutes and 10 seconds!"

Truthfully, Meng Fan didn't know if he could even beat that time. He had never tested his results for a 5000-meter run.

Presently, if he could finish ten kilometers in 60 minutes, five kilometers should take about 30 minutes. If he pushed it, 25 minutes shouldn't be too hard.

Specifically…

Meng Fan opened the virtual interface from his black magic running shoes. He let the shoes carry out a simulation run for a 5 kilometer track based on his current physical state. Based on numbers distributed according to the scientific distribution of physical strength, the simulated result was 23 minutes and 03 seconds, about 1 minute away from the previous champion.

If he included the sports drink and energy chews, there was a 95% chance he could win it.

This reassured Meng Fan. He could win the championship if all went smoothly.

Since he simulated the 5-kilometer run, Meng Fan let the black magic interface carry out a simulation and analysis of all the previous results to see how many championships he could win in the categories he picked.

结果很快出来,100米夺冠概率为1%…800米是19%,1500米是21%,3000米是52%…跳远是1.1%,三级跳是1.2%,跳高是0.1%——这就有点伤人了啊!

The results came out instantaneously. The probability of winning the 100-meter run was 1%… 19% for the 800 meters, 21% for 1500 meters, 52% for 3000 meters…. 1.1% for the long jump, 1.2% for the triple jump, 1.2% for the high jump.

'Why are these results so hurtful!'

Continuing down, his eyes lit up.

The probability of winning the shot put was 98.2%!

95.1% for javelin throw!

He had never tried either of these sports, but the probability was almost a direct championship!

Strength?

"Could this have to do with my strength? "𝒩𝗈𝐕𝗲𝓁𝗇𝞮xt.𝒸𝐎𝑀

Thinking about it, he was pretty strong, to begin with. After receiving 4 strength from the [Travelling Deity] task, his strength had improved substantially, even more than his speed and endurance. Among adults, it could be considered top-notch.

He had to sign up for these two categories now!

But he had also seen that the premise of this probability was that he had to learn the basic throwing actions of the shot put and javelin.

The black magic shoes wouldn't interfere with his own throwing action, like forcibly correcting his throwing posture. If he wanted to learn, he had to find some videos…

"Dot."

A video wouldn't be nearly as useful as finding a live person to coach him, Meng Fan thought. He asked Jiao Yan Ran. "Uhm, do you know how to do a shot put and javelin?"

"You want to sign up for these two categories?" Jiao Yan Ran was sure Meng Fan would have registered for the 5000-meter run and the 3000 meter one at most. "If you have good explosive power, both of these suits you quite well. I know the basic movements and techniques for shot put and javelin, but… I've never taught anyone before."

"It's okay, just show me what you know. I just want to try it out and see if it's suitable."

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Chapter 102: Breaking into World Championship Status

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Currently, there were people practicing shot put in the sandpit near the field. Meng Fan headed over and politely asked for a lead ball. He looked at it before asking for a smaller one.

The weights were different for males and females, with the standard weight being 7.26 kg for men and 4 kg for women.

If he wanted Jiao Yan Ran to teach him, she shouldn't use a men's lead ball to demonstrate… However, seeing Jiao Yan Ran pick up the men's lead ball with ease, he knew he had underestimated this little dot.

"Uhm, why don't you use this one?"

He couldn't let her have the big one and use the smaller one himself, he thought. Quickly, he exchanged them.

Jiao Xiao Ran smiled a little; the tip of her ears was turning red. Her personality was inversely proportional to her physique.

"Let me demonstrate for you."

Jiao Yan Ran turned the shot put in her hands, wiping off the sand and dirt. She looked toward the sandpit, seeing the people there make way for her. Shyly, she walked over and balanced her stance.

She turned sideways, facing the sandpit and rested the lead ball on her clavicle and close to her neck. She leaned her torso forward and performed two pre-swing actions. Shortly after, she took an elegant sliding step. Her movements were coherent and at the end of the step. She straightened her body and pushed the ball upwards. Before it left her hand, she added a push with her fingers to speed up its departure.

Thump.

The lead ball flew in an arc and landed on the sandpit. Jiao Yan Ran maintained her balance and shook her hands. Her ears were turning red again. It seemed she was a little too eager to demonstrate and threw it out too fast, not demonstrating her full potential.

The current distance was around eight meters, no more than nine. Her usual score was at least 10 meters. Although she didn't practice shot put, she could still reach the skill level of a third-tier national athlete.

Jiao Yan Ran was not satisfied, but Meng Fan was very satisfied with a teacher like this. It didn't matter what her distance was, but her movements had been on point.

The students standing to the side were equally shocked by Jiao Yan Ran.

Were 8 meters, not enough?

They couldn't even reach that!

Several freshmen had seen the results from the previous competition and signed up. Last year, the shot put championship distance was only a bit over 8 meters.

Thinking back, even the middle school exam distance had scores exceeding ten meters!

But when they tried to throw the lead balls here, they began to question life. The best score out of all these guys was around 8 meters. Asking again, they realized the balls from middle school weren't solid lead balls. The weight was four or five pounds lighter!

'Was it because the women's ball was lighter, so she could throw that far?'

Of course, this thought was just out of self-comfort. The women's balls were lightweight because women naturally were smaller. According to national standards, the distances between the men's 7.26 kg and women's 5 kg were all similar. For a second-tier national athlete, both had a result of 12.5 meters.

"You try it."

Jiao Yan Ran looked at Meng Fan. She thought it would be best if Meng Fan could play around a bit before she taught him. One, it would allow him to have better intuition. And two, for him to be able to feel the difference before and after.

"Okay."

Meng Fan nodded. Since he asked her to teach him, he would naturally follow her instructions. He took the shot put to the throwing area.

He had no idea what the postures were although he had seen the demonstration. But it felt different after all in his hands. He didn't observe any standard movements and didn't even press the ball to his neck. Holding it in his hands, he pushed it forward without any extraneous actions.

The lead ball went flying, traveling at a high angle.

A high angle was not ideal for throwing a shot put for it required a person to find the most suitable angle based on that person's own strength. Meng Fan's throw was evidently too high which affected his final distance.

Thump!

Meng Fan's super non-standard shot still cast a considerable distance, further than all the other guys around him. And coincidentally, his shot had landed right on the ball that Jiao Yan Ran had thrown.

"This!"

"Holy… Are all fat people this strong?"

"No wonder they call you an iron hero!"

"Can you be more accurate!"𝒩𝗈𝐕𝗲𝓁𝗇𝞮xt.𝒸𝐎𝑀

The bystanders could tell Meng Fan had no experience with a shot put. His movements were so wrong, yet his distance was higher than them. If he adjusted his posture, they wouldn't even stand a chance!

Jiao Yan Ran was quite surprised as well. "You're really strong! If you learn the postures and learn how to use your power appropriately, you can reach over 10 meters! Maybe you can even reach the standard of a second-tier national athlete!"

"What? Really?"

Meng Fan was baffled because when the lead ball bumped the other one, an alert sounded in his head.

"Ding! You've unlocked the task [God Tier Pitcher]."

"Task requires you to hit a target by means of throwing 10,000 times."

"Upon completion, you will receive the achievement title [God Tier Pitcher] (Accuracy 10)"

The task was divided into three phases:

Task phase 1: Hit a target 100 times by throwing; reward: Points 10, accuracy 1.

Task phase 2: Hit a target 1000 times by throwing; reward: Points 100, accuracy 1.

Task phase 3: Hit a target 10,000 times by throwing; reward: Points 1000, accuracy 1.

Equipment: None.

Reading the details, Meng Fan finally understood. The task hadn't been triggered because of his shot put toss, but the coincidental landing of his lead ball on the other one. Based on the properties of the shot put, the rewards should at least include some 'strength' and not just pure 'throwing accuracy' alone.

Being accurate was no use; the lead ball just had to travel far!

Meng Fan hoped to receive the reward of 'strength' to further his throwing distance, but this task was way off!

Of course, even if this attribute was useless in the shot put, it could be applied elsewhere.

For example, basketball. Although Meng Fan didn't even know how to dribble, if his shooting was accurate, he could solely live off of scoring three-pointers!

He thought about searching for competitions that were solely based on scoring threes. Maybe he could be on his way to being a national level champion!

It seemed like there were actually automated score machine competitions.

Not only accuracy, but he also had hand speed too. This was definitely something he had to try in the future.

Not just basketball but darts as well…

Meng Fan's brain churned rapidly. Finally, he found a reliable path to winning a world championship.

It was too hard to gain champion honor points from running or shot put. At least presently, this was the case for Meng Fan. At most, he could win a campus level championship. He wouldn't even qualify for a provincial level competition.

But with this 'throwing accuracy' attribute, he could be a specialist!

He had a shot in making it to a national level, let alone provincial.

If he continued working hard, he could break into the realm of world championship status!

'Too much, too much.'

Meng Fan laughed stupidly. He thought he was being too idealistic. After all, he hadn't fully understood the whole task.

For example, if tossing meant just tossing, or if it meant all sorts of throws. There were still several differences.

And the definition of a target. What was the range stipulated by the system? Was there a distance requirement? If these could be set by Meng Fan himself, then that would make it interesting. When the time comes, if he could set the earth as his target, then everything he threw would be a bullseye!

"You… Are you alright?"

Beside him, Jiao Yan Ran saw the smirk on his face. Although she felt oddly happy after seeing him smile, she still had some doubts.

Was he thinking of something? Or was his shot put landing on her own coincidental; too coincidental. Or it just happened to be… The sound of a lead ball bumping onto a lead ball replayed in her mind, making her ears red once again.

"No, nothing. What do we do now? Are you going to teach me the correct posture?"

Meng Fan snapped back to reality and ran back to the sandpit to fetch the two lead balls.

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Chapter 103: Hit the Ground for Experience

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Jiao Yan Ran was very focused, showing care and patience to guide Meng Fan in good order. Before, Meng Fan had always heard that it was easy to develop the mind but not the limbs. Clearly, this was not the case with Jiao Yan Ran.

On the contrary, Meng Fan was now convinced that exercise made people smarter.

"Let's learn the posture first."

Jiao Yan Ran did not give Meng Fan much of a choice but directly selected a posture that she felt suited him most. She knew Meng Fan was trying to learn this last minute, so she didn't bother teaching anything extra.𝒩𝗈𝐕𝗲𝓁𝗇𝞮xt.𝒸𝐎𝑀

For a day, it was better to give a man a fish than teach him how to fish.

The time was too short. It was too hard to teach him to forage for food, so she would just have to feed him directly!

Standing then turning his back upwards was the best-suited position for Meng Fan, Jiao Yan Ran thought. Not that a lower position was not good, but Meng Fan was not suited to bending his back so far. To bend over wasn't the end of the battle, for he had to come back up too, which would consume physical energy. The energy required for his muscles to work together properly depended on his physical activity!

Getting into position, his left arm retracted, Jiao Yan Ran made Meng Fan prepare the position several times to bring power to his body. At the same time, he slowly adjusted his throwing posture to find the most comfortable position.

"Grab my hand."

After entering into her role, Jiao Yan Ran told Meng Fan to pull her hands without a hint of red showing on her ears, exuding a professional attitude.

After securely grasping Meng Fan's other hand, Jiao Yan Ran told him to keep his posture and use force.

Not only did one required strength in the hand when holding the ball, the other hand had to leverage the body and swing it in the right direction. It would help bring strength to the legs, waist, and abdomen.

If he just forced it, it would be hard to tell where the force was going, and where the strength from the legs and abdomen would come from.

After practicing grabbing onto Jiao Yan Ran's hands, there was an anchor point for his power and weight. When Meng Fan swung his body, he could feel the power.

Jiao Yan Ran taught him a lot, but in a simple language that was easy to understand.

She had been very active as well. With her good physique, she was able to give Meng Fan the most intuitive effect.

At the same time, her eyesight was also very sharp. As she was guiding Meng Fan, she continued to discover issues with his posture and find ways to correct it.

"It's too stiff here!"

"It's too loose here!"

"You've got to stick this up!"

"Make bigger movements!"

"Don't change your posture randomly!"

"Stay put!"

"This is the last push. You have to stick it out!"

"Tolerate it; scream if you have to!"

Jiao Yan Ran, who was still holding onto Meng Fan's hand, had an incredible intuition regarding muscle activity. Once they started, it was easy to tell the difference between professional athletes and ordinary people.

If Meng Fan appeared to be too deformed or too stiff, or if he was too stiff or too soft and used his power improperly, Jiao Yan Ran could detect it immediately. She would tap his waist or kick his legs, directly pointing out the problem. Once it was made notice of, she would correct it in time.

Throughout this process, the teacher and student were both very serious. Everything Jiao Yan Ran had said to Meng Fan, she had no doubt regarding it. After all, the most evident was that there was something to be gained, and an outlet to use it.

But to Wang Ya Nan, who had been watching on the side, it was a different story.

'Is this the same shy sweet little dot? She's so fierce!'

'Are all professional athletes this hardcore?'

'She's quiet and shy all the time but becomes crazy for love?'

She knew Jiao Yan Ran was interested in Meng Fan but not this much!

'This could count as a kiss… right?'

'And it was in the broad daylight, in front of everyone's faces too!'

Or she was overthinking it, for she wasn't the one driving the love train… but she was still riding it!

Jiao Yan Ran surprised Wang Ya Nan, and Meng Fan had surprised Jiao Yan Ran.

He was a capable learner, almost too fast when compared to a regular person!

Jiao Yan Ran naturally didn't know Meng Fan's shot put trial was a comprehensive test of the effects of all the attributes he obtained before.

Observational skills allowed him to catch Jiao Yan Ran's pointers more quickly; imagination let Meng Fan gloss over each action in his mind before performing it; and most importantly, power. Power was not just pure added strength, but it also allowed him to understand his muscles and know how to exert the force.

Of course, his black magic running shoes played a big part in providing real-time physical data.

After ten to fifteen minutes, Jiao Yan Ran discovered Meng Fan's posture and movements had met the standard!

Initially, she had not prepared to teach him how to slide, only asking him to pitch with his body in the same place. After all, sliding would increase the difficulty and impact on the body, knees, legs, and his movements. The more actions there were, the more complicated it would be.

After seven or eight minutes, Jiao Yan Ran looked at Meng Fan's hands-on sliding practice, noticing his decent figure. A happy smile formed on her face. Her forehead and cheeks were gleaming with sweat, glowing in the setting sunlight.

"Once you're familiar with the properties of the ball, you can begin practicing with the lead ball."

Regardless of what kind of sports one partook in, one must first be familiar with all the props and equipment. It was the same with basketball and shot put as well.

The best way to become acquainted with a basketball was to dribble it, so the best way to become familiarized with a lead ball was to smash it frequently.

Hence, the next practice activity would be smashing the ball.

Jiao Yan Ran let Meng Fan throw the ball towards the ground using the posture and methods he just learned. One was to help him familiarize with the contact and moment of separation between his palm and the ball. Two was for him to familiarize with the strength required at separation, and three allowed him to practice releasing the finger. The purpose of these was all to familiarize him with the ball.

After seeing Jiao Yan Ran's demonstration, Meng Fan headed to the sandpit and began throwing the ball. Thump. Pick it up. Thump. Pick it up. Thump… To his surprise, each time he threw it, the experience for [God Tier Pitcher] shot up by one.

"Huh?"

After discovering this, he tried a different position and threw it down. It did not grow.

He returned to the shot put method. It went up.

After gaining about 10 points, he realized the numbers stopped increasing.

"Could one target only be hit 10 times?"

Meng Fan moved a little to the side and continued to hit it. It went up again.

He didn't throw it every time, as it would stop increasing with a small deviation from one spot.

He put some more distance, realizing that the target range was generous.

After ten throws, it stopped increasing.

He confirmed that the same target could only be hit ten times from the same distance.

Then, what were the boundaries for the target range?

Meng Fan thought of a range then threw it outside. It did not increase.

He then imagined the entire track to be the target range and threw the ball. It did not increase.

Then, he imagined the one-meter radius surrounding him. It did not increase.

After a lot of trial and error, Meng Fan could only confirm that his experience would not increase under his absurd, excessive standards.

But during shot put, wasn't it a bit too generous for the entire sandpit to be a target!

It was like throwing arrows into a vase. If one tossed it into a water tank, it would be ridiculous.

"Are you done? Try throwing one with a delay."

Jiao Yan Ran was overjoyed to see Meng Fan follow her training so seriously.

"Uhm, I think I could practice for a bit longer."

Meng Fan smiled at Jiao Yan Ran and continued to toss.

He stopped after he reached the 100 tosses required to complete the first task phase.

Points 100, accuracy 1.

"Take the four kg one and familiarize yourself to tossing the ball, and how to apply strength."

Jiao Yan Ran gave her own small lead ball to Meng Fan, then asked for two more.

Meng Fan received it and carefully threw it according to the practiced routine. Maintaining a good posture was his first priority. It didn't matter if it traveled far or not. Thump. The 4 kg ball landed eleven or twelve meters away with a soft push.

Meng Fan felt a clear difference from when he first began learning. Without retrieving the ball, Jiao Yan Ran handed him another one she had prepared. They could pick them up once he threw it all.

Time to test the accuracy!

Meng Fan recalled the power from the previous attempt and threw out again. It didn't hit the first one, but the distance was quite close.

Jiao Yan Ran handed him a second one. Meng Fan threw it again. Still slightly off.

One more. This one hit.

He knew that when he had triggered it; it was a coincidence. But this time, it was really accurate.

Of course, it was hard to tell how much accuracy 1 points really counted for.

He practiced once again, switching to the men's 7.26 KG weight.

"Shout out loud!"

Jiao Yan Ran gave the ball to Meng Fan, giving him a word of encouragement.

Hiya!

Meng Fan cooperated, letting out a shout before getting into position. He slid, shoot, pulled his fingers, and screamed again.

Thump.

With the posture and technique he practiced, his toss passed 11 meters!

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Chapter 104: Basketball Shooting Machine

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His 11-meter score had scared the bystanders who were watching.

Fat people were strong. That was understandable but this strong? It was not scientific!

Was it really a 7.26 kg lead ball he tossed?

He only threw 8 meters just now, but in twenty minutes, there was a three-meter increase!

Afterward, all the guys looked enviously over at Jiao Yan Ran, not Meng Fan. This sister was too fierce. Was her training skill this high?

There were some bold guys among them, who approached Jiao Yan Ran with a stern face, eagerly asking, "Sister, please teach us!"

After leaving her training mode, Jiao Yan Ran returned to her state of shyness. How could she take such a tone; her ears turned red immediately.

One of the boys from the crowd appeared out of nowhere with a javelin, handing it to Jiao Yan Ran. Unafraid, he spoke, "Sister, we're all counting on you."

The guy who had asked for tutelage shrunk back. "This really is heartwarming!"

With such a commotion, the vicinity of the area broke out into laughter.

Jiao Yan Ran took the javelin; this time her face turned red too.

Wang Ya Nan laughed as she spoke. "Herding one sheep is the same as herding a flock. Just take them with you and train them together."

Jiao Yan Ran had a good temperament. She then thought about it privately. These few guys wouldn't be able to toss past ten meters, so it wouldn't affect Meng Fan's victory. So she agreed.

The boys were happy seeing her agree, not just to make their performance better, but part of it stemmed from their interest to train with or be trained by a beautiful girl. It started out dryly, but now practice was way more vivid.

Maybe someone had caught onto the words 'teach' and 'herd sheep', for the boy who had asked for help was a talented specimen. Happily, he began singing. "I want to be a lamb, sitting next to her. I wish she had a thin whip and continually hit me."

Meng Fan, who had just returned from collecting the lead weights, was dumbstruck. Was the famous song by Mr. Wang Luo Bin sang like this? How did the original feeling from listening to it differ so much from what he heard now? Or did the original song intend for this meaning, and he didn't understand it before?

Pretty badass!

Meng Fan looked at the guy who had asked for training. He saw some hints of Zhang Zhou Wei!

'Hey, where was Zhang Zhou Wei?'

'Didn't Wang Ya Nan just call him? It's been twenty minutes, and he's still not here. Man's got balls!'

Just as he was thinking about it, Meng Fan saw Zhang Zhou Wei squandering over. Once he came, he faced Wang Ya Nan with pain on his face. "I came long ago, but I was running downstairs too fast, so I twisted my ankle!"

"Zhang Zhou Wei, you worked pretty hard to avoid practice!"

Wang Ya Nan did not believe it. When she looked carefully at his swollen ankle, she became flustered. "Why did you come here if you twisted your foot, couldn't you have called me? Let's go quickly to the infirmary. I'll help you. Slow down, hey slow down!"

Meng Fan originally wanted to help, but seeing Zhang Zhou Wei turn to him and bat his eyes bashfully, Meng Fan stopped. He didn't know if he had really twisted it, but he was sure Zhang Zhou Wei did not want his help. His ruse of self-injury was waiting to win her heart with a bitter love story.

'Better keep practicing.'

The bystanders who had been practicing shot put were lined up waiting for Jiao Yan Ran's training. Meng Fan took all the shots, trying it over and over again. He seemed quite serious.𝒩𝗈𝐕𝗲𝓁𝗇𝞮xt.𝒸𝐎𝑀

Before each toss, he would play the action first in his mind. Jiao Yan Ran had taught him this. He should never blindly believe his 'feelings' and throw it right away.

After tossing several more, the familiar feeling stayed. On his fourth toss, he successfully threw 12 meters!

In the next seven or eight minutes, Meng Fan threw out three more scores over 12 meters.

After a round of tossing, he picked up the weights and rested for a moment before the second round. Out of a dozen tosses, he had tossed seven that had reached 12 meters. The best toss seemed to be 12.50 meters. He could qualify for a second tier national level athlete!

When it came to running, based on Meng Fan's figure, no matter which category he tried, he wouldn't even make the third tier national level, nonetheless the second tier.

But shot put, Meng Fan naturally had advantages; it could even be called a gift!

Once stabilized, the few who had asked for guidance were itching to try, so Meng Fan gave them his position.

When Jiao Yan Ran trained the boys, Meng Fan obviously snuck some glances from time to time. Only he didn't pay attention. If Wang Ya Nan had been present, she would have noticed Jiao Yan Ran's attitude toward them was different compared to when she was teaching Meng Fan.

Everything else aside, when practicing for strength, she had personally held on Meng Fan's hand to teach him, but with these two, she had made them pair up and take turns practicing. Since the number of people was odd, one of the groups had three people.

"Thank you, sorry for disrupting your training."

Meng Fan walked toward Jiao Yan Ran. He was a bit embarrassed.

Jiao Yan Ran smiled and shook her head. She originally came with Wang Ya Nan to help her train them and help guide others in their class. As for her, she exercised daily, so practicing more or less didn't make much of a difference.

"What category did you sign up for?" Meng Fan asked.

"Same as last year." Jiao Yan Ran thought Meng Fan was not familiar with sports before, so she added a sentence. "High jump, long jump, and triple jump."

Meng Fan was not surprised. After all, she was once a provincial volleyball athlete; her jumping abilities must be incredible.

After casually talking for a while, Meng Fan had wanted to ask Jiao Yan Ran to teach him how to toss a javelin, but he was too embarrassed to take up more of her time. "I can train on my own for the next few days, so I won't distract you anymore. Uhm, when you're done I'll buy you dinner."

She had wanted to coach him more, but it was difficult to chase after him and train him. She felt slightly regretful and quickly waved her hand. "It's alright, I don't need to."

"Of course you need to! You have to eat."

Meng Fan was firm. He then headed off to run after tossing a few more weights.

There were too many people on the track, so he stopped running once the sun disappeared. He gave Jiao Yan Ran a heads up and left to shower.

Zhang Zhou Wei and Wang Ya Nan joined them for dinner. After dinner, he didn't go night touring but headed to an arcade nearby instead.

He had just left the track field and passed by the basketball court. With thick skin, he asked for a basketball and tried scoring, confirming that shooting baskets counted as a tossing method.

Going to the arcade was obviously to gain experience for the [God Tier Pitcher] task.

There were several basketballs in one machine. Plus, the ones shooting it didn't have to retrieve it once they shoot it. This would increase his efficiency.

Meng Fan had been to the arcades in the past, having come to this one twice. It was seven o'clock when he arrived, so the place was pretty packed.

Meng Fan walked through the doorway past a group of DDR dancers. The reason for the giant crowd surrounding it wasn't because there was a beautiful girl or a big sister dancing and attracting people, but a … Grandpa!

It was a grandpa dressed in a trendy fashion from head to toe. He had to be about 50 years old, but his spirit made him look no older than 30. His smile was almost too bright. As he laughed and danced, his moves were full of ecstasy, and his moves were very powerful as well. It was almost too easy for him to attract people.

Even Meng Fan was drawn to him and watched an entire song, applauding him from the bottom of his heart.

The skill of this grandpa should be invincible in his age group. But anyone ten years older… Then that might not necessarily be the case.

After all, at sixty years old, he started engaging in square dancing. Those uncles and aunties have real strength!

After buying a game card, Meng Fan headed toward the row of basketball machines. There were several people there, so there were only a few empty machines. Meng Fan picked one and inserted his card.

The gate opened, and five basketballs rolled out. Meng Fan picked one up but felt it over for a long time without throwing.

Jiao Yan Ran said that he must familiarize himself with the ball!

He felt the weight. He turned the size in his hands and felt the pressure…

"Big brother, did you remember something?"

At this time, a small shota looked at Meng Fan with concern on his face. "I learned a new proverb called "seeing something and thinking of someone". Are you doing just that right now?"

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Chapter 105: God Tier Pitcher Task Phase 2

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'Seeing something and thinking of someone?'

'Are you trying to suffocate me!'

Meng Fan looked at this shota with pretty eyes. At this age, they must have just begun elementary school. Where did they learn this proverb from? Were all primary institutions this advanced now?

The small shota blinked bashfully, then thought of something, pulling out a piece of candy from his backpack. Thinking about it, he took out another one. His small hands brought the two candies toward Meng Fan and said seriously, "My sister said if your heart is bitter, you should eat some candy. If it's still bitter, eat another one. Eating two candies will make you a sweet man, so you will definitely be strong."

Hearing this, Meng Fan couldn't help but let out a snort. He didn't accept the candy, but he squatted down and asked the kid, "What if I'm still suffering?"

The shota was deep in thought. "Then you should go buy some more yourself."

Meng Fan almost laughed out loud.

'Are all kids this sassy nowadays?'

Seeing the small boy's hands that were reaching out to him, he took a candy. Smiling, he said, "Big brother isn't that bitter, so one is enough. Give the rest to your sissy… mmm. There's another proverb here. One candy for your sissy."

The young boy was happy to see Meng Fan accept the candy, but he said to Meng Fan very seriously, "I stopped talking like that when I was two years old."

"Huh? Really?" Meng Fan felt a bit awkward. Was this a failure to recognize a disciple?

Holding the candy in his hand, he cheersed the other one in the boy's hand. "Since one candy can make us happy and meet together, this is another proverb called 'one candy causing a happy meeting'."

The shota nodded, not completely sure what he meant.

"Tang tang."

At this time, five or six pretty girls cheerfully called the small shota over.

The shota turned to Meng Fan. "My sister's calling me. I have to go. Big brother must be strong!"

"They're all your sisters?" Meng Fan asked.

The shota nodded proudly.

Meng Fan then asked him another question. "Do all your sisters treat you well, and are they fond of always giving you all kinds of food?"

The shota nodded.

Meng Fan's sorrow resurfaced once again. A solemn expression appeared on his face. "Thank you for your candy. Big brother wants to give you some advice. This advice will be very useful to you in the future, so you must remember it." He paused for a moment. "Never eat anything strangers give you, and it's best to not eat the food your sisters give you, too!"

Lightly, he tapped his shoulder with a heavy heart. "Go on!"

The shota stepped forward and walked toward his sisters. He didn't understand what the big brother was telling him. 'The food my sisters give me tastes so good, why shouldn't I eat it? They're not strangers!'

What the big brother had said in the beginning and at the end were very different and did not make sense. Yes, the shota thought of another proverb. To be conflicted with oneself.

Maybe this big brother's sisters did not treat him well or gave him yucky food, causing him to be so bitter.

"What did the big brother say to you?" A sister holding his hand asked.

The boy smiled and shook his head. "That's a secret. I can't tell you. You guys always say Tang Tang is a real man, so he must keep his secrets and honey!"

"Oh right, then Tang Tang has to keep it well."

The boy's sister didn't pursue it further, smiling at Meng Fan in goodwill. Then the group left.

After the small boy left, Meng Fan carefully put the candy in his pocket. He lifted his head to find that the timer on the basketball machine had already expired.

He was really bitter now.

He took out the candy. He unwrapped it and put it in his mouth. 'Damn, it was sweet.'

Originally, he wanted to keep it as a commemoration, but he thought about it and decided to eat it. At least now, the memory of sweetness could be preserved.

He swiped his card again.

This time, Meng Fan did not dare to familiarize himself with the ball. He couldn't take the chances of another loli girl approaching him and asking another question.

And in the eyes of children, everything was beautiful and simple. If he had been seen by an adult, they must think he was a pervert to be touching a ball like this!

Meng Fan had played basketball before, but he had only played since he didn't even know how to dribble. He knew how to shoot, but not the proper posture and technique.

What kind of standard did a shooting machine need?

None.

At least it had nothing to do with his shooting posture on the court.𝒩𝗈𝐕𝗲𝓁𝗇𝞮xt.𝒸𝐎𝑀

Whatever felt comfortable should do it!

The gate opened, and the balls rolled out. Meng Fan grabbed one immediately and threw it at the basket. He was really close, but he could not score consecutively for the next chain of balls.

Did he lack shot percentage?

Obviously, he didn't need to consider that in this scenario.

He couldn't even gauge the character of his basketball. How could he know the shooting percentage?

It was like comparing a regular person's hard work to someone's talent!

Currently, it was common to play this kind of basketball machine. There were five balls and four levels. Each level was 60 seconds, 50 seconds, 40 seconds, 30 seconds, respectively. The score required to pass was 40 points, 150 points, 250 points. And in the last 20 seconds of each level, a person's points were worth 3 points as opposed to the regular 2.

After the first level's 60 seconds ended, it was GG for Meng Fan.

During this 60 second period, Meng Fan had shot a lot of times, but his hit rate was too low. He was precise, but it was hard to control his strength. Either his power was too much or too little. For someone like Meng Fan, who had only touched a basketball a few times, it would be a while before he could find balance.

But Meng Fan was happily chortling. Nothing else, but his [God Tier Pitcher] task was rising in experience.

He hadn't even scored that many, so why was it rising so fast?

Hehe, who said it had to go through the hoop to count, as long as he touched the rim, it counted. Meng Fan's set target was the rim!

Again.

He swiped his card again. This time, Meng Fan did not try to pursue quantity. The experience wouldn't run away. It was best to become familiar with the ball so that he can gain more in the future.

This time, he had GG'ed at 60 seconds as well, but he had scored 36 points, meaning he landed 18 hoops.

The more he scored; the more confident he became.

Again. 60 seconds, he managed to gain 47 points and advance to the next level. He GG'ed out of the second level at 97 points.

Again! After five continuous attempts, Meng Fan was able to pass level 1 but always died at level 2.

During this period, as long as he could reach the second level, he could earn about 120 points each time. His hit rate was not high, but the probability of hitting the rim was alright. He was already at 500 experience points, more than halfway from completing task phase 2 at 624/1000.

Once the second level started, the basket would begin to move. This saved Meng Fan the time of switching targets.

He took a break.

Surprisingly, such speedy scoring actually consumed a large sum of physical energy. He was covered in sweat.

He headed to the bathroom and put on the tracksuit provided by the system. Otherwise, it was too uncomfortable to be sticky and sweaty. Thinking about it, he bought a random hat and put it on and hid his sweatband under it. Otherwise, it looked too excessive to be bringing a sweatband to the arcade.

Once he returned, Meng Fan conveniently purchased a can of iced cola and emptied it before leaving. So he bought another one. He didn't open it but left it next to him; this provided him with a sense of security.

As the number of points increased, Meng Fan became more and more familiarized with the basketball. The hit rate would naturally increase, and alongside his hand speed, he could reach the third level soon.

The effect of accuracy 1 was slowly beginning to reveal itself.

When the [God Tier Pitcher] experience increased to 950, Meng Fan had successfully passed the level. He had passed the score of 250, achieving a final score of 307 points. Basically, he had earned 57 points at the fourth stage. This progress was faster than running.

Of course, if he didn't run to accumulate these rewards, he wouldn't have such good physical strength to score so many hoops. He would have collapsed long ago.

Running was like an underlying foundation for Meng Fan. Once the foundation was solidified, it became easier to support other sports.

He swiped the card again. When the first level reached 40 points, an alert sounded off in his head. He had completed task phase 2 of [God Tier Pitcher].

Reward: Points 100, accuracy 1.

With this reward, Meng Fan's hit rate could improve. In 60 seconds, he had reached 134 points.

On level two, 50 seconds, Meng Fan scored more than 100 times, with more than half landing. His final score was 259, which was enough to advance to the next level.

The third level, 40 seconds, he shot 80 times, with his hit rate remaining high… The fourth and final level ended in 30 seconds. Meng Fan scored 403 points.

It was pretty incredible to pass 400 points!

Meng Fan looked at the record for this row of shooting machines. The highest scoring machine was 501 points, and the one he was playing was 458. The machine beside him was 421!

Meng Fan felt that if he practiced more, he could break all the records on this row of machines!

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Chapter 106: Godlike Progress

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Calculated, Meng Fan's hit rate was not high, barely making 50% of the shots even with 2 accuracy, or 60% if he really tried. It wasn't because the 2 accuracy were wasted, but because Meng Fan was too big of a noob to begin with.

If regular people had an average success rate of 60%, it would still be really hard to achieve 400 points on a basketball arcade. It didn't account for Meng Fan being a speed player!

His hand speed was at least five times faster than other people. These 400 points were from his low hit rate, and the balls that bounced out affected the number of times he scored. If these hindrances did not exist and Meng Fan utilized 100% of his hand speed, he could achieve a much higher score, even if his hit rate was low!

Next up, Meng Fan had to decrease the occurrences of these hindrances.

As for precision and accuracy, he would gain these attributes once he finished the [God Tier Pitcher] task. It was more difficult to increase his hand speed, so his best chance was to reduce the number of hindrances. This would also be the most efficient way to increase his experience count.

After gaining another point, Meng Fan intentionally slowed down his scoring speed to find a pattern and rhythm in bouncing off the rim and the spin of the ball. These were the two things that wasted the most time.

A regular rebound was okay, but if it remained in the same spot and bounced for a while, it would heavily affect Meng Fan's next shot.

Same with the spinning. Each time it spun, it wasted two potential throws. Anymore turns and he would be done.

In comparison, the chances of the ball spinning in the basket were much lower than those of it rebounding.

He felt around, grasping the important principle to allow him to score in the most time-efficient and unhindered manner. It was alright as long as he emptied his mind.

Hehe. Even now, this was still the key to life.

Of course, this scale was something he was used too, and it really could improve his scoring efficiency.

The next three card swipes were all about feeling out the law.

Meng Fan still excelled at maintaining an investigative spirit.

After figuring out the laws, he began to increase his speed. Although the ball still rebounded at the rim and spun, the frequency had decreased. Slowly, he began to accelerate. Meng Fan confirmed that his scoring speed had gone up. It seemed like feeling out the properties and patterns had really helped to increase his accuracy.

After reaching full speed, because he had to avoid the rebounds and the spins, his accuracy dropped a little, only climbing back up again after some familiarization.

After a break, Meng Fan gave it his all. He managed a score of 424 points, which exceeded the high score on the neighboring machine!

"Big brother you're so good!"

A small boy was watching Meng Fan, and after watching him for a round, he began clapping. Then with partial flattery in his tone, he pointed to the tickets that had streamed out of the machine. "Big brother, do you need these tickets? If not, can I have them?"𝒩𝗈𝐕𝗲𝓁𝗇𝞮xt.𝒸𝐎𝑀

Meng Fan had played almost twenty rounds by now, with all the later ones going to the last level. The number of tickets that had come out was not small, only Meng Fan hadn't noticed them piling up next to him.

These tickets could be used to exchange for gifts at the counter, particularly stuffed animals. There were also anime figurines that required a copious amount of tickets to exchange, only Meng Fan was not attracted to them in the least.

Although he didn't appreciate the boy's flattering attitude and smile, Meng Fan still nodded. These tickets weren't useful to him.

The boy heard this and was overjoyed, gathering all the tickets into his arms. He then bowed to Meng Fan. This surprised Meng Fan.

"Xiao Yang, come here."

An eighteen-year-old guy with a sour pink cap was waving at the boy, handing him all the tickets in his hands. The boy happily went to the front desk to deposit his tickets into a card. The sour pink hat guy said to Meng Fan, "This kid is the son of one of the caretakers of the mall. He's not collecting these tickets for himself, but saving them up to buy toys for kids at the charity house."

Meng Fan paused.

The sour pink hat guy shrugged his shoulders and laughed. "At the beginning, I didn't believe it either, but I got used to it, eventually. He comes every day and more than once on weekends. He comes so often all the staff here knows him. Usually, he just collects all the tickets the customers leave behind and occasionally asks for them. I think it's because you look kind."

"Really?"

Meng Fan smiled awkwardly. He was really embarrassed. He had just been thinking how inappropriate it was for a kid that young to be flattering people, but… It seems he shouldn't be so quick to label people.

The guy with the sour pink hat shrugged and returned to his game.

He had come to explain the situation to Meng Fan out of fear that people would misunderstand the boy. If he hadn't been there, then there was nothing else he could do, but if he saw it, he was sure to say something. If other people believed him or not, that was up to them.

This episode left an impression in Meng Fan's heart. He switched to a different shooting machine. He swiped his card and tried to break its highest record.

In the end, he only got 412. He was only 9 points away from the high score of 421.

One more time. 419.

Again. 404.

On the fourth try, he finally broke the record with 426.

He waited for a moment. Hehe, no new tasks were triggered

He switched to another machine for half an hour or so and refreshed the high score of 428 on another machine. Seeing that he was almost there, Meng Fan stopped.

During this, Meng Fan went from failing at the first level to beating the record on two machines. It only took him about three or so hours. His speed of progress was impressive!

Actually, having foundations for physical fitness just didn't feel the same!

Each round took about three and a half minutes from when the balls were released. Before each round, Meng Fan would take a break before starting the next one. His current physical strength allowed him to get through five rounds no problem; hence, he completed five rounds in less than 25 minutes.

After five rounds, however, Meng Fan would have to rest for 5 to 10 minutes. Comfortably, he could complete ten rounds per hour.

Not counting the first round, Meng Fan did four sets, five rounds each.

The four sets of 5 all had a shooting count of over 300, meaning he threw about 100 a minute. This had brought out the limits of Meng Fan's hand speed.

Meng Fan set the rim as his target, objectively having a good chance of hitting it. Therefore, the experience he gained from [God Tiered Pitcher] was also quite gratifying.

[God Tiered Pitcher] task phase 3: 5700/10,000.

He was only two hours away from reaching 10,000.

Of course, he couldn't continue now. Just standing and shooting hoops alone had depleted enough of his energy. If he continued, his efficiency would definitely go down.

Besides, the arcade was closing soon.

This arcade was situated inside a large shopping center, so once the mall closed, the arcade had to as well.

Meng Fan collected the tickets produced by his machines and took them to the front counter. "Hello, do you know a boy named Xiao Yang?" Meng Fan said to the girl at the desk.

The girl took a look at the cluster of tickets in Meng Fan's hands and smiled. "Did you want to give these to Xiao Yang?"

Meng Fan nodded. It seemed like he wasn't the only person to do this.

The front desk employee took Meng Fan's tickets and fed it into a machine, taking out a card from the cabinet. There was a tape on it that said "Xiao Yang." She then turned to Meng Fan. "You can save them to this card, or save it to your card and transfer it to Xiao Yang next time you see him."

"I'll put it in his card."

Meng Fan trusted her.

After leaving the arcade, Meng Fan took a cab back to his property next to the academy. For him, it was impossible to sleep before 1 a.m because of the 2 night owl ability he had gained. If he returned to school, the lights would be off. There weren't any good manga to catch up with, might as well go home and draw.

Presently, "Guide to Campus RoMANce" had been updated three times. Since they had saved finished manuscripts, they could publish one a day.

Based on Meng Fan's current painting speed, he could still update once a week even if the manuscripts didn't exist. Of course, the premise would be that he would have to spend the whole day drawing, which wasn't very realistic. Hence, when he had time, he would try to save as many drawings as possible to keep up with updating each day or once every two days.

It was very badass to update a manga daily!

Meng Fan did this so he could draw ten to twelve chapters and finish a volume. He could save money and publish it sooner and find out if this was an acceptable way to complete the task [Manga Artist].

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Chapter 107: Basketball Competition

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"Did you enter the sports meet?"

Wu Tong asked him the next morning as they stretched after their run.

"I did."

Meng Fan told her he entered the 5000 meter, shot put, and javelin, then asked her about her registration.

"I didn't sign up."

Wu Tong shook her head, smiling. "I was planning to sign up, but something came up. I don't think I'll be in school for a week."

"Not at school? So happy? Is another brother getting married?" Meng Fan was curious.

Wu Tong smiled again. "I do have a lot of brothers, but they don't get married in swarms, okay. I was lucky enough to be selected by the school to be a representative. I'm going to Hong Kong to enter the international ink wash painting show!"

"Seriously? Congratulations!"

Although he was slightly upset to have to go a week without seeing Wu Tong, he was still happy for her from the bottom of his heart.

He had heard of this art show as well but didn't understand it very well. It sounded very grand and professional, and Wu Tong seemed very excited and emotional.

Ah. Thinking of Wu Tong willing to share such happy news with him, Meng Fan's mood became brilliant!

"We fly out in the afternoon, I'll buy you lunch."

"It's my treat, I owe you one."

"No way, I still owe you several meals."

"Then when you come back, I'll greet you at the airport."

"That sounds good."

There were only two more days until the games began, and there were several students running last minute on the track that morning, more than ten times the usual at this hour.

With his validation score and his iron hero nickname, Meng Fan stood out like a sore thumb, visible from anywhere on the field. Naturally, they also saw Wu Tong who already had a big presence to begin with.

Several students from the academy had seen his stream for the mini-marathon, most of them watching the feed from after the event. After all, there was a scene where Meng Fan had slammed a popular figure in the college, Hu Ting Song. This kind of non-traditional form of mass embarrassment was not common in real life.

Anyone who's seen it had seen Wu Tong's appearance and knew that Meng Fan's and Hu Ting Songs special donations were related to her.𝒩𝗈𝐕𝗲𝓁𝗇𝞮xt.𝒸𝐎𝑀

After the mini-marathon, there was also news that Meng Fan and Wu Tong would run together. This shocked many people.

Anyone could see Meng Fan was interested in Wu Tong, yet they continued to run in the morning. People couldn't help but think that Wu Tong was also interested in him.

They had also seen the videos from Shan Jin brother's concert when Meng Fan's demonic smile slew the audience. They had also recognized the pretty girl standing next to him to be Wu Tong, speculating even more.

Now, several people were surprised seeing Meng Fan and Wu Tong happily talking and laughing as they ran. Did this iron hero really peak in life and kidnap a goddess?

One of these people was Wang Ya Nan.

When Zhang Zhou Wei had twisted his foot, Wang Ya Nan, who had planned to stay and practice, ended up taking him to the infirmary without even warming up. This morning, she had taken Little Dot with her to exercise.

"Uhm, why don't we go over there."

As soon as she saw them, she immediately pulled Jiao Yan Ran to another area.

Wang Ya Nan knew Jiao Yan Ran was interested in Meng Fan, and when they had trained together for shot put yesterday, the more she looked at it, the more suitable they were for each other.

During all of dinner, she had not held back from encouraging Jiao Yan Ran to be brave.

At that time, she had not considered the existence of Wu Tong. Even if she did, Wang Ya Nan had genuinely believed Meng Fan's chances of getting Wu Tong were basically zero.

Looking at it now, she had been a bit too optimistic.

Wang Ya Nan didn't think Meng Fan kidnapping Wu Tong was such a groundbreaking thing, nor did she see any good in him pursuing Wu Tong. To sum it up, she did not see what was so good about Wu Tong, period! To her, her girlfriend Jiao Yan Ran was the most important!

Although she wasn't excessive to the point of ruining Wu Tong's life on behalf of her friend, but if Xiao Yan Ran really liked Meng Fan, Wang Ya Nan would spare no effort to help her.

Who would care if she was some traditional art department's beauty, treat it the same!

Of course, the premise was that she gently let Little Dot know about the situation and see what she thought.

It was strange. Before, Meng Fan was always popular, liked by many, but this 'like' did not concern opposite genders. But now, Meng Fan's attractiveness applied to the opposite gender as well.

After running, his change was too obvious!

They only had one class in the morning, so Meng Fan headed to the studio as soon as it ended. Leaving at 11:30, he didn't even bring his art tube, leaving it with Mrs. Chen Fu, the administrator. He rushed to the waterfront restaurant; Wu Tong had already arrived and ordered the dishes as she waited for him.

After lunch, they strolled back together, heading towards the girl's dormitory. Wu Tong went in to retrieve her suitcase before Meng Fan sent her off at the bus station.

The school bus with Wu Tong and the other students headed off to Hong Kong, and Meng Fan called a cab at the gates and went to the arcade.

He had no classes in the afternoon, so he planned to collect all the experience for [God Tiered Pitcher].

He had checked when he went home last night that in a few days, there would be a basketball arcade machine competition at an arcade in lower Hangzhou. If he could make the top three of the store finals, he would be able to enter the Hangzhou qualifiers of the CGL arcade basketball competition.

He had learned about the CGL basketball tournament. This was a gateway to the provincial championship, eventually the national championship!

Although he didn't check the scores of the previous competitors, seeing the high scores for this event, he could easily win the award if he completed the [God Tiered Pitcher] mission. It seemed like the national championship was not far out of reach!

If he wanted to rely on running, he couldn't even make a city level competition, let alone provincial or national.

But shooting baskets was different!

Strange to say, the shooting machines that were empty yesterday were filled with people today.

"It's crowded, hey."

The guy with the powdered pink hat appeared out of nowhere with a cigarette hanging out of the side of his mouth. He offered one to Meng Fan. Meng Fan told him he didn't smoke. With this, the guy stuck both cigarettes in his mouth, and they began to bob up and down as he spoke. "Do you know of the CGL arcade basketball competition? The jointly created competition by Huaxia video game super league and the 'Arcade Basketball Championships', who invented this machine. The qualifiers are over, and they're about to hit city groups. I heard Hangzhou's station opened a warm-up ground, so anyone who comes in top three could win a ticket to enter the city qualifiers. See, everyone's practicing for it now."

Probably because of the difficulty brought on by chewing two cigarettes, the guy took one out and put it behind his ear. He then continued while sneering, "These people can't even reach four hundred. They don't stand a chance. I have a brother who can reach 600 points. He entered the CGL competition and passed the qualifiers successfully thinking he could take the city championship. But once he arrived, he was dumbfounded. There were too many people who could easily score 650 and more."

"That strong?"

Meng Fan had read over this information yesterday, looking at the advertisements for top ten arcade basketball competitions. The rest were all kinds of news reports, rarely coming across anything useful. He was so disgusted by it, and after discovering the recorded scores from the competition, he stopped wasting his time altogether.

Therefore, he had already known of the prowess of the other players.

Hearing the words from the guy with the pink hat, Meng Fan was shocked to find out there were so many people at the city qualifiers that could score over 650.

That was a bit too strong.

Of course, they only seemed strong to the current Meng Fan. In two hours when he finishes the [God Tiered Pitcher] task, it would be a different story.

"Are you preparing to enter the competition too?" The guy with the pink hat asked. "I've only seen you yesterday, never before that."

Meng Fan nodded.

"Pao bro."

The guy with the pink hat called a small guy behind a machine, waving his hand. "Take a break, let's take a smoke. Give the machine to my bro over here."

This 'Pao bro' smiled at Meng Fan then followed the pink hat guy out for a smoke.

The guy with the powdered pink hat was a picky person, so Pao bro had to take another look at anyone he called his bro.

After smoking, Pao bro wasn't just taking a longer look; he was dumbstruck.

"This f*cking hand speed has no shadows!"

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Chapter 108: Completing the Pitcher Task

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"His f*cking hand speed has no shadows!"

Pao bro was shocked, staring at Meng Fan, who had been shooting. He turned to the pink hat guy. "Mr. An, where did this guy come from? His hand speed is faster than Da Fei's!"

Da Fei was the friend of the pink hat guy who had entered the CGL that one year. He already obtained admission to the city qualifiers. After his haunting experiences from last year, he had practiced furiously, becoming a god who could easily score over 700 points in one round.

Pao Ge was a brother that often played with Da Fei, occasionally playing the shooting machine as well. His skill was much different though, barely scoring over 500 points in one round.

As for the sour pink hat, his name was Ye Xiao An. He didn't play arcade basketball at all but played E dance's famous dance machine.

This 'E Dance fame' was also one of the projects under GCL. Ye Xiao An was a real prodigy, having entered the national finals before he stopped playing. The reason had been simple as well. CGL's dance fame was based on partner teams, and his team was a romance based one. After the finals, his girlfriend left him for another contestant, but this contestant was way uglier, way worse at the game and way poorer than him!

From that day on, Ye Xiao An never played partner rounds again, nor did he enter any more competitions of the type hosted by CGL.

"I just met him yesterday, too. I don't know where he's from." Ye Xiao An shrugged his shoulders. "His hand speed is scarily fast, but it seems his hit rate is not that good."

"You just met yesterday?" Pao bro was a little curious. It was rare for Ye Xiao An to call people he just met his brother, but he didn't pursue it, shifting his gaze back to Ye Xiao An. "He really is lacking in hit rate. But that's easy to practice. Hand speed really can't be practiced; he could count as a talented player!"

All the gods who played basketball shooting games were terrifying. Anyone who could make the provincial finals were already better than 99% of the population, nonetheless national finals. They basically had a hit rate of 100%, very rarely missing the basket.

With the same hit rate, the frequency of shots made naturally became the key to the winning outcome.

In fact, Pao bro wasn't completely right. Strictly speaking, he had to improve his hand speed while ensuring the score, or speed up his number of shots to guarantee a higher hit rate.

Of course, the reason why Pao bro felt that Meng Fan was a gifted type player was mainly because even if he had given up precision and threw balls randomly, he would still be slower than Meng fan.

That was hurtful!

428 points!

This was the score this round, out of two rounds total today.

He had scored 413 in the first round, so he was in good condition.

Meng Fan saw the pink hat guy approach him with his friend and did not recharge his card. He faced Pao bro. "You play."

Pao bro paused for a moment, veins immediately popped from his neck. Glaring, he sneered at Meng Fan. "Are you f*cking talking sh*t!"*

In Chinese, the characters ' you play' (Ni wan Ba) could be interpreted as (Ni wangba) if not properly articulated. Wenzhou accents tend to drag the end tone, which could make it seem like an offensive statement.

Meng Fan also froze. After snapping back into reality, he realized Wenzhou people did not articulate some words. He thought his mandarin was okay and smiled bitterly. "Is my mandarin that bad?"

The pink hat guy bellowed with laughter and kicked Pao Bro. "We play with a guy from Wenzhou who also couldn't pronounce his words. He would take his mispronounced nasal tones to swear at people, so that's what we are used to now. Pao bro has a shadow in his heart, so it was just an instinctive response…"

Meng Fan was a bit embarrassed. "I'm also from Wenzhou, and I do that too, Hahaha."

The pink hat guy lost it. He promised to introduce Meng Fan to his Wenzhou friend or Da Fei. His favorite pastime in life was to listen to Wenzhou people chat in their eastern dialect. He didn't understand it at all, but he was happy living in it!

"Waiter, can I get a cup?" If one said this sentence in any restaurant, it would sound normal. But for a Wenzhou person to say it to spite a person, could one even imagine? Anyway, the guy with the pink hat almost got hit when he spoke those words, visiting Wenzhou!

"I don't fear heaven or earth. I only fear Wenzhou people speaking mandarin!"𝚗𝓞𝑣𝚎𝓵𝔫𝓔xt.𝑐𝞸𝐌

Pao bro's vein disappeared, but his eyes were still glaring. "I'm not playing anymore, you play!"

The pink hat guy was still cackling. Meng Fan turned and swiped his card with an innocent expression on his face.

Pao bro came back after leaving for a while. He had bought three bottles of iced cola. He handed one to Ye Xiao An, one to Meng Fan, and spoke once in a while watching Meng Fan from the side.

Today, there were several people at the machines, and Meng Fan's presence was heavy. In addition to his terrifying hand speed, his final score was rather high, there was a crowd of people surrounding him after a short time.

More than half of those who had been playing had crowded over as if they had caught a god in its natural habitat.

His highest score was only 425, but his momentum was too full. The frequency of his shots made the surrounding spectators suspect Meng Fan was playing casually, not bringing out his final form.

He played ten rounds before stopping to rest.

His shot percentage had increased slightly, but his hit rate on his set target improved greatly. He had increased the experience needed for [God Tier Pitcher] from 5700/10,000 to 8200/10,000. In one round, he could hit his desired target about 300 times. In six more rounds, he could finish the task.

He rested for about ten minutes before continuing.

420分,431分,439分,412分…

420 points, 431 points, 439 points, 412 points…

Each round, his scores did not add up, and turbulence was inevitable.

419.

On his sixth round, an alert popped up in his head 8 seconds before the fourth level ended.

"Ding! You've hit 10,000 targets by throwing, finishing task phase 3; reward: 1000 points, accuracy 1."

"Ding! Upon completion of the task [God Tiered Pitcher, you will receive the title [God Tiered Pitcher] (Accuracy 10)"

Finally, he was done!

Meng Fan was ecstatic. He had triggered several achievement tasks by now, and disregarding the attributes, based on speed, [Group Photo God] was the fastest, next up being [A Good Person] followed by [Group Photo Guru] and [God Tiered Pitcher] fourth. It took him about two days in total, using about five hours.

However, compared to the three other faster tasks, [God Tiered Pitcher] was much more tiring.

Five hours of basket shooting was comparable to running ten kilometers five times.

He stopped, feeling the changes brought on by 11 throwing accuracy… Hehe, it couldn't be felt at all!

The story of the 'basket rim becoming an ocean' did not appear!

"It seems like I have to keep shooting."

Meng Fan once again swiped his card and began casting out basketballs. Did the rim turn in to the ocean at this moment? No. But Meng Fan felt oddly different. Carefully feeling it out, it was not metaphysics. This was the f*cking legendary feeling of intuition."

He scored.

Picking up another ball, he tried to imitate the feeling from before. He scored again.

He shot the ball again and scored once more.

He didn't go fast, but he had scored ten continuously.

Slowly, he increased his speed, maintaining 100% accuracy.

Once the first level ended, his score was not high. Around 100 or so, much worse than before.

The second level he reached 190.

On the third level, he reached 310, accelerating by a lot.

By the end of the fourth level, he scored a total of 421.

After this round, his score was the same as before, but he felt very different. He could basically confirm that he could maintain his hit rate as he increased his speed.

Maybe not 100%, but at least 99.9%.

The spectators were in a trance, but a few of them 'understood' what was happening.

'This wild god really was just toying with us just now, or was he just training his hand speed? His real hit rate was real badass!'

"Bruddah."

At this time, a thin, lanky 22-year-old boy greeted Meng Fan. This wasn't some internet buzzword, but an actual Wenzhou phrase, also meaning brother. Seeing Meng Fan look over, he said, "Babe – ey!"

The people on the side heard it as 'baby'… What kind of cheesy romance was this?

Meng Fan heard this and knew immediately it was the Wenzhou friend the pink hat had introduced him to earlier. Smiling, he responded, "Yes?"

"I heard you are going to participate in the CGL basketball machine championship? If you can't reach 600, you will be humiliated in that competition."

"I heard from your friend you were humiliated."

"Bruddah, do you have to be so harsh with your words?"

The two continued their chatter while the onlookers stood, baffled. Aside from the words bruddah and CGL, they couldn't understand anything.

The guy named Da Fei didn't key into a machine but began to shoot.

Before he started, he grabbed two balls from another machine.

The official games provided seven balls. Five wasn't nearly enough to meet the speed of the players.

Whoosh whoosh, Da Fei's hand speed was incredible, and his hit rate was high. Without warming up, he only missed one goal throughout the entire round. His final score was 600!

This was why he didn't score any in the last five or six seconds of the round. Evidently, he was trying to collect a whole number for the score. What a flex!

"This is a real f*cking god!"

On the sidelines, the atmosphere began heating up.

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Chapter 109: Artistic Shooting

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He was indeed a master to score 600 points on the basketball machine. Usually, the arcade or even an amusement park rarely saw such incredible achievements. Most of the high scores in arcades hovered at around four hundred or so, for example, this arcade. Out of the entire row of machines, their high scores did not exceed 500.

What was the concept of 600 points? Even if the 2 point shots and 3 point shots were cut in half, he still scored 250 points. To shoot out 250 balls in three minutes, or 180 seconds wasn't something a regular person could accomplish, regardless if they go in or not.

From Da Fei's boasting attitude and the absence of a warmup, he definitely could count as a top tier player who could shoot 100 times in one minute.

Da Fei was used to the discussions of the crowds, turning out arrogantly and smiled, signaling to Meng Fan it was his turn.

Da Fei wasn't trying to flex in front of Meng Fan but rather trying to flex in front of everyone.

Actually, the reason he suggested for them to compete or 'babe – ey' was because he had seen Meng Fan's score from the previous round. He had also heard Ye Xiao An say he wanted to attend the CGL arcade basketball championship and had wholeheartedly been interested in coaching Meng Fan and give him some life experience.

Meng Fan walked over. He had already swiped his card; all he had to do was hit start.

Meng Fan was not surprised by the seven balls. He had practiced like so during his last few rounds yesterday, grabbing two balls from the machine next to him. Otherwise, five balls could not satisfy Meng Fan's hand speed; seven might not even be enough.

He originally planned to do this today as well, but the entire row had been full previously, when would he have the chance to borrow from others? But now, everyone was spectating. He could have as many balls as he wanted.

But he didn't add more.

He knew that the CGL basketball championship's competition format used seven balls. He had seen a world record set with nine balls though, at 1000 points, so he assumed the competition's regulations used 9 balls.

Once the gates opened, the countdown began.

Whoosh.

Meng Fan grabbed a ball and sunk a basket with a flick of his wrist. The ball bounced slightly before rolling back down.

Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh.

One by one, the sunk balls formed into a line.

Meng Fan had pondered and studied this before. What kind of method could he use to prevent the ball from bouncing in the machine? Or what kind of method would interfere with his shots? After pondering it over and over again, the answer was just to improve his hit rate.

The ball that scored would travel through the net, decelerating the momentum by a lot. Reducing the bounce, it would automatically roll to the bottom of the machine without any disturbance.

It turned out reality proved him right. The line they rolled into was a beautiful sight to see.

After mastering the rhythm, there was constantly a ball in Meng Fan's hand. A ball that had just passed the net; four balls lined up and one more ball reached the bottom sitting next to Meng Fan's hands. He didn't even have to look when reaching for it, like an assembly line!

When he had scored before, his hand speed had been incredible as well. His entire body was full of momentum, but the actual scene was still a mess.

But it was different now. His hand speed was still incredible, and his momentum had slowed down, but it was much more comfortable to look at.

Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh.

He only heard the sound of the ball passing through the net, nothing else.

Meng Fan was steady and still as only his hands moved. When the basket ball flew in the trajectory of a line and landed in a line, it was as if the trajectory of the balls formed into a circular pattern, leaving and returning to Meng Fan's hands in one swift motion.

An artistic sense!

This shocked the spectators. They were all filming him now.

After the first level's 60 seconds, Meng Fan's frequency was still not high. It was as if he was testing the feeling of 11 accuracy before increasing his speed.

Although he was slowly accelerating, his score was not that great. 181 points.

On the second level's 50 seconds, he increased his hand speed and compensated for the 10 seconds with a score of 355.

On the third level, his hand speed shot up. 512 points!

By the 30 seconds of the fourth level, the score from the last 30 seconds all counted for three points instead of two.

…574分,577分,580分…592分,595分,598分,601分!

… 574 points, 577 points, 580 points … 592 points, 595 points, 598 points, 601 points!

At 601 points, he stopped. There was still 6 seconds left.

He didn't need to win by a lot; one point was enough.

He had to return the favor.

"It really is like that!"

The spectators all felt that Meng Fan had just been playing around and practicing his hand speed. They were ecstatic to film his actions and show off their Sherlock like observational skills.

'What did I tell you!? What did I tell you!?'

Actually, the onlookers were excited regardless. A god came and blew up another god.

At the arcade, the important thing was their own enjoyment. But it was also important when they came across a god.

This kind of scene could only be seen in a video. To run into it in real life was a happy moment in life.

"This harsh?"

Da Fei was surprised and slightly awkward. He then became very excited, laughing as he said, "You're pretty good. Let's go again. This time, nobody holds back."

It was obvious Meng Fan hadn't performed at his full capacity.

Da Fei switched positions with Meng Fan and swiped his card. Curving his body, he warmed up his arms and became serious.

The onlookers became excited once again. The show was about to get much better!𝚗𝓞𝑣𝚎𝓵𝔫𝓔xt.𝑐𝞸𝐌

Because of his warm up from the first round, Da Fei's mentality was much better this time around. Although he wasn't at his peak, he could still display his gains from this past year. His attitude was also very serious, scoring two more balls in the last few seconds, reaching a total score of 698. He was only 2 points away from beating the 700 mark.

"Badass!"

"I've really seen a living god!"

The big-eyed onlookers were really excited. This kind of 700 point god could be met but not bothered!

Meng Fan was also rather surprised. He had only heard the pink hat say this Da Fei's score last year was 600 or so, not knowing he was able to easily achieve 700 points.

The 600 from the first round had been Meng Fan's first high score. He had to score over 100 to win. To be honest, Meng Fan was not very sure.

However, he was confident. After all, the last round was just to familiarize with his 11 accuracy.

He swiped in and began.

Meng Fan also turned serious in an instant.

Whoosh whoosh whoosh. When the fourth level began, Meng Fan knew that he was going to win. So he split his mind to calculate and ended up with a score of 700. He had originally wanted to beat him by 1 point, but he miscalculated!

Da Fei knew that Meng Fan was hiding something, but he did not expect him to hide it so deep. It took him back to the scene of the city qualifiers last year, when he felt like a champion but returned with his tail between his legs. His face turned bitter immediately. "Are you trying to humiliate me? Let's go again. This time, you go first."

Meng Fan thought about it. Being from Wenzhou, they would try to educate a person on the skill level of the competitors at the city level. He couldn't deny him the face, so he nodded and swiped in again.

After familiarizing himself in the last two games, Meng Fan's shooting frequency had increased by a little. He was able to play at about 70% of his usual hand speed.

Whoosh whoosh. At the end of the first level, he was at 252 points, reaching the minimum immediately.

The second level ended with 483 points, and by the end of the third level, he was at 671.

At the fourth level, Meng Fan slowed down after the 10 seconds for scoring two pointers. He ended with a score of 752.

He could tell Da Fei's skill was around 710, 720 if he played his best. His score of 750 should be enough to deal with him.

Da Fei's face turned red. He didn't go over to swipe his card. He then turned to Meng Fan, deflated. "Good, you've succeeded in humiliating me!"

If Meng Fan had been a 700 pointer, Da Fei would have fought him to the end. But he could tell Meng Fan was an absolute god aiming for 800 points!

Besides respect, Da Fei only felt more respect.

As for the humiliation, Da Fei had nothing to be upset about. He was actually quite excited. After all, he was an 800 point god!

It was hard to find someone like this to humiliate.

Then, he approached Meng Fan like a fanboy. "How did you practice your hand speed?"

Meng Fan was silent for a while. "Good, you've successfully returned my humiliation!"

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Chapter 110: Charming and Artistic

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"We've arrived safely."

This was the Wechat he received from Wu Tong at three pm.

"We just finished processing our documents."

"Going to attend dinner with an alumni from the academy."

"I've met so many famous alumni already!"

Later, she sent a few more messages in succession, sharing what she had seen on her first day in Hong Kong.

Meng Fan was overjoyed Wu Tong had chosen to share these things with him. Seeing she was excited as well, it seemed much more pronounced than when they had gone to the Shan Jin brother concert together. In fact, he was more excited than when he had met Shan Jin bro in person.

"Wu Tong."

Hu Hang, the director of the Chinese Painting Department of Huaxia Academy of Fine Arts, Wu Tong's master, and her uncle waved at her.

Wu Tong put away her phone and walked over, seeing the graceful and elegant middle-aged lady standing next to him from afar. Immediately, she became nervous and excited like a young fangirl.

Approaching the lady, she suppressed her excitement. "Hello, Professor Liang."

"It seems like I don't have to introduce you." Hu Hang smiled as he spoke, then turned to the lady on his side. "I'll leave you guys to talk."

Liang Qing nodded then smiled at Wu Tong for a whole three seconds before speaking. "I've seen your work; it's very impressive. You could be considered one of the best students from our academy in the last ten years." She paused for a moment then smiled. "You're pretty as well. Aside from me, our Chinese Painting department finally spawned another female painter who is at their height in both charm and art."

Wu Tong was speechless.

She never would have guessed that her own idol, Ms. Liang Qing, would say something like this. Was she still the friendly and humorous but selfishly confident Liang Qing, who was an enemy to Chinese Painting?

Also, the term 'height of charm and art'… The meaning was there, but why did it sound so weird? Couldn't she just say she was endowed with both beauty and talent?

Liang Qing did not see any issues with the idiom, looking Wu Tong up and down before continuing, "I already told Hu; the next few days you will be following me."

Wu Tong was baffled again.

Liang Qing continued, "I have a tough life. I don't even have half a student. At such a big art show, I'm always by myself; it's so lonely and hard. So I borrowed you from Hu to support the scene. You won't deny me face, right? I have a personal exhibit tomorrow. You have to help me."

Wu Tong was dumbstruck as she vigorously nodded her head. She couldn't speak!

The two people who had been standing behind Liang Qing looked like they were about to cry. 'How are we not your students!'

"Let's go sit over there. You can ask me anything you want; my skills are much more developed than Hu." Liang Qing took Wu Tong's hand, forgetting about the two students she brought with her.

"What about us?"

"Don't ask me. I'm very desperate and upset."

"Is being pretty that important?"𝚗𝓞𝑣𝚎𝓵𝔫𝓔xt.𝑐𝞸𝐌

"We're from different worlds okay!"

Meng Fan left the arcade at three o'clock in the afternoon. Before leaving, he handed over the tickets he had collected to the front desk. Like yesterday, he deposited them into Xiao Yang's card.

He rushed back to school for a class but did not run in the morning. He headed to the cafeteria. He ate his lunch then took another cab to the arcade.

This time, he didn't go to the one near the academy but a different one.

High-frequency hoop shooting was very suitable to use as a workout, and after running for so long, Meng Fan thought it would be good to change up the exercises.

Of course, it also switched up the flavor for his fickle netizens in the stream channel. There was no problem with streaming his art, running, and night tours, but to be honest, it was difficult to gain viewers. After all, drawing only had a small audience, and running and night touring were even more niche.

In the past, Meng Fan didn't think streaming arcade basketball was doable, nor was it very interesting. But now that he had completed the [God Tiered Pitcher] task, he was worth watching.

It was important for Meng Fan to attract more fickle netizens and increase his views. After all, the reward for completing [Famous Streamer] was a charming attribute!

At the doors of the arcade, Meng Fan opened his stream. In about a minute, there were 1000 viewers.

"You're not running tonight and went off to play?"

"This doesn't look like a scenic spot!"

"An arcade! Hahaha, Meng fatty are you taking us to watch pretty girls dance?"

Meng Fan entered the arcade and bought a card. He stopped in front of the DDR machines, allowing his fickle netizens to watch a hoard of sisters use the machines.

"666!"

"I love this kind of stream!"

"Hahaha, I remember Meng fatty's thumbs up dance. Are you going to dance for us?"

The fickle netizens continued to poke fun when suddenly the camera turned. Meng Fan walked into the frame and stopped in front of a row of basketball machines.

There were more shooting machines here than the previous arcade, a total of sixteen in this row. He assumed it was because of the CGL basketball championship that so many skilled people were playing.

"Didn't a bunch of you say that my hand speed was fast, and I should stream some games?"

Meng Fan looked at his channel to see 5000 viewers had tuned in. "Today, I'll take you guys along to shoot some hoops on the basketball machine."

Conveniently, there was an empty machine. Meng Fan walked over to it and swiped his card, but he didn't press start. He searched around and clipped his go-pro like live aid onto the wall facing the machine. The angle of the shot was just enough to show Meng Fan's backside and the entirety of the machine.

The record on this machine was 478, and the machine had five balls.

Meng Fan pointed out the high score display to his stream and said, "Records are meant to be broken."

Before the fickle netizens could react, Meng Fan pressed start. He picked up a ball and began to throw.

"What the f*ck is that!?"

"Meng Fatty actually knows how to shoot!"

"Are you sure Meng Fatty is still himself? From behind, he looks so much skinnier!"

"F*ck this accuracy; it can't be anyone else!"

"Can't you miss one?"

"He's too fast!"

"Hahaha, why do I feel like there are not enough basketballs to use!"

As the fickle netizens said, five balls were not enough for Meng Fan. After a round of shooting, he realized that the ball hadn't rolled down yet. He felt a little awkward. Well, it was also kind of bullsh*t.

Originally a very artistic scene, it had become ridiculous as he had to pause after each shot to wait for the ball to roll down.

He could only slow down his speed. His final score was 559.

"F*ck he's so badass!"

This comment wasn't from the live comments spewing out from the stream, but from the player at the shooting machine next to him. When Meng Fan started, he had been playing too, but as it continued, he was drawn to Meng Fan. holding the basketball, he forgot to shoot it, turning to watch Meng Fan with a stunned look on his face.

Hearing this, Meng Fan smiled at him, then politely asked, Can we change machines? I want to break the record."

"Yes, yes, of course."

The player immediately nodded even helping Meng Fan swipe his card before standing to the side. Of course, he didn't go to play. Isn't it great to continue spectating?

"Thanks."

Meng Fan started to score again.

The record on this machine was 475, so he refreshed it without any pressure.

After the round, he saw another player watching him, so he went and asked them to switch machines.

Not long after, the players from the whole row became infatuated with Meng Fan. As a result, Meng Fan was able to play on whichever machine he chose, going from one end of the row to the other.

Every three machines, he would shift the stream assistant. As a result, the surrounding spectators realized that Meng Fan was a streamer.

They had seen several streamers of course, but not someone that came out to film themselves playing arcade basketball.

It took Meng Fan two hours to reset the record on sixteen machines.

Aside from the first machine, he had borrowed two balls for the rest to make seven, achieving 700 or more on all 15 machines.

By the time he reached the fifth machine, a circle of spectators had formed around him.

"I'm done, time to go home. Today's stream will end here, see you tomorrow."

Meng Fan logged off from his stream then happily said goodbye to the onlookers.

This arcade was next to Xizi lake scenic spot, so that was where he headed for after leaving. He could gain some experience on the way.

"We finished dinner. I saw my idol, Ms. Liang Qing!"

"Ms. Liang Qing invited me to help her during her solo exhibition. I'm too lucky, too happy!"

"Ms. Liang Jing is such a great person…"

At about 10 o'clock that evening, Meng Fan received the follow-up news from Wu Tong. Seeing the name Liang Qing, his whole person turned ill!

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Chapter 111: Who Isn't an Actor?

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"Ms. Liang Qing is too much!"

Seeing Wu Tong was going to be her assistant, his head exploded instantly. This was such a mess! He made a phone call.𝚗𝓞𝑣𝚎𝓵𝔫𝓔xt.𝑐𝞸𝐌

"Aiyoyo, are you holding a grudge? Mum didn't tell you to go back but see, your sister told me anyways didn't she?" The voice across the receiver was Liang Jing's laughter.

I'm not talking about that!" said Meng Fan.

"Not this?" Liang Qing thought for a moment. "Then what?"

"Stop pretending! Let me ask you, where are you?"

"Hong Kong of course, for an art show. Oh right, you want me to bring you an action figure when I go back? Mum remembered for you!"

"That's not what it's called!"

"Oh, then what is it? You can't make your mother bring you back a wife, right?" Ms.Liang Qing said very helplessly.

Meng Fan knew what kind of a person his mother was. It was no surprise that she participated in a global competition, but coincidentally finding Wu Tong to be her assistant? That's too deliberate. Meng Fan didn't believe that just because his mother graduated from the Chinese painting department at the academy of fine arts, she would take care of the descendants from the same program.

Although she had calmed down a lot in recent years, Liang Qing was still Liang Qing. Besides, Meng Fan remembered she had a large number of people in her own studio already. There was no reason for her to find someone else's student to be her assistant and show her face at her exhibition.

Besides, both Qin Jiao and Meng Cai Wei had known of Wu Tong's existence. Meng Fan didn't believe that these two had said nothing to Ms. Liang Qing.

Therefore, even with his toes, he could think of why Ms. Liang Qing asked Wu Tong to be her assistant.

Only Liang Qing refused to admit this, and Meng Fan couldn't go into more detail. He hadn't even told them how he really felt about Wu Tong. If he admitted to them, who knew what the result would be!

Meng Fan was genuinely scared that Ms.Liang Qing was going to chew up Wu Tong!

"Ms. Liang Qing, we've already agreed. I have the freedom to love who I want, and you can't interfere!"

He couldn't muster anything else beyond this warning. If his mom knew he liked Wu Tong, she wouldn't take it too far. At least, Wu Tong's attitude would not change immediately after returning. Growing close then distant all of a sudden.

What if his mom didn't know about him and Wu Tong, then… Okay, this what-if scenario didn't exist.

Hearing Meng Fan's words, Liang Qing began to laugh.

"Kid, your mother already brought out the words 'wife', and you're still stubbornly resisting. Alright, let's keep pretending, who isn't an actor!"

Of course. To Meng Fan, Liang Qing was willing to die before she admitted anything, while to Liang Qing, Meng Fan was doing the same. She knew Meng Fan already knew about Wu Tong being her assistant. She just wanted to see what kind of attitude Meng Fan had towards Wu Tong.

It was logical to make Wu Tong her assistant. Wu Tong's skills were present and belonged to those of a rising star in Chinese painting. If she could bring up a strong younger generation, nobody will see anything wrong with that. Even if Meng Fan continued to ask, she was invulnerable to his questioning. Besides, being pretty naturally attracted more attention. It was very reasonable for her to notice Wu Tong!

Although Liang Qing was unreliable, she still respected Meng Fan. Even if she had poached Wu Tong to be her assistant, she still treated her according to the procedure, not doing anything excessive. By getting along, she could see what kind of a person Wu Tong was.

Nobody could say for certain though about what difference was between Liang Jing's idea of an excessive boundary, and a regular person's idea of excessive boundaries.

"Freedom to love? Mom won't interfere! Regardless if you like boys or girls, mom will support you! What, are you going to bring a boyfriend or a girlfriend back to meet me?"

"… Ms. Liang Qing, please contain yourself!"

Huffing, Meng Fan hung up the phone. He then looked at the message from Wu Tong and hesitated for a long time before deciding to keep the issue hidden.

How could he tell her? If he did, what would she think? Would she had mistaken that Meng Fan sent his mother to find her? If she had a bad reaction and thinks Meng Fan was a mama's boy, then it was really over for him… But if this made her attitude towards him even better… That was not what Meng Fan wanted either.

He was conflicted and emotional!

Wouldn't it have been perfect if he hadn't seen her message?!

"I can finally open my phone! I dropped it in the water (Laugh cry emoji), I think I lost some messages, and I don't think I can get them back. Did you say something?"

This was a poor operation, but he had been forced.

If Wu Tong resends it, heh. It would all be for nothing.

"Go fix your phone first, be careful on the way. I'm pretty tired today, so I'll tell you tomorrow. I'm off to bed, goodnight."

Seeing this, Meng Fan's head inflated. This operation was really no good.

He had never been in a relationship, so how could he come up with a reasonable idea?

He headed home in a depressed mood after visiting one scenic spot.

Returning to his house and showering, Meng Fan did a few illustrations with low efficiency. Thinking about it, he sent a cry for help to Meng Cai Wei. "Sis, how did you threaten mom to sever your relationship that one year?"

Meng Cai Wei did not ask, probably already knowing the reason. She replied, "We're not the same. It's a threat when I say I'm going to cut my own flesh, but if you tell her this, she'd hand you the knife."

Meng Fan almost spat out blood. Thinking about it, he sent a message to his friends' circle that could only be seen by his family. "How can I end my brother-sister relationship with Meng Cai Wei? I'll be online, urgently waiting for a response."

Soon, a reply came from his cousin Meng Cai Tang. "Do you not know you were picked from the garbage?"

Another cousin, Meng Cai Lan copied and pasted the same sentence directly under Meng Cai Wei's comment.

Then his older cousins Meng Cai He, and Meng Cai Lian followed…

The youngest cousin, Meng Cai Hui did not copy and paste, but straight up responded, "You were found outside."

Only his oldest cousin, Meng Cai Ju, had the warmest heart. "Although you were found, you will always be my sister, Cai Fan!"

Seeing the name "Cai Fan" his older sisters had picked for him, Meng Fan felt hopeless.

Following, Meng Fan refused to check the replies from his Da bo, third uncle, third aunt, big uncle, second uncle, etc. Each one stung his fragile heart a little bit more!

As an actress, Meng Cai Wei would not even make a splash if she was thrown into this family group chat.

Meng Fan who had been more depressed from this silently turned off his phone with a stomach full of despair. With the night owl capabilities, he did not fall asleep until three in the morning.

He didn't know when he fell asleep, but he woke up at five o'clock the next day. He had gotten used to running every morning at the school track. It was only after warming up when he realized Wu Tong was in Hong Kong.

After running five kilometers, Meng Fan conveniently passed a person practicing javelin, so he went over and stole some throws.

He had searched the internet for a javelin throwing video, as the javelin throwing posture was very different from shot put. However, there were similarities in how the force was distributed, plus the precision of the throw, for javelins were embedded into the earth the moment they landed.

Although Meng Fan couldn't comprehend the correct posture on his own, it wouldn't be too difficult to throw a set distance. Either way, after trying out a few throws, the tall classmate who had been practicing ceased his exercises.

It seems Meng Fan had seriously damaged his confidence.

There were no measurement tools at the time, but with Meng Fans 1 observational skills, his throw had reached 40 meters.

If he really put his mind to it and practiced hard, with his strength, he could easily score the 51 meter distance of a 2nd tier national athlete, just like he had with shot put.

Beginning in the afternoon, the school became flooded with the atmosphere of a sports meet. There were still several people last minute training on the track, while the rest of the students were all involved in the event in some way.

At the end of the afternoon class, Wang Ya Nan called a few guys and headed out. Soon, a pile of objects appeared in the classroom. It was the uniform and equipment for their year in the department.

The animation department's uniform was very comical, basically, various anime characters that could be cosplayed.

In first year, Meng Fan had gotten Totoro, and Devil Buu in second year. This year… He was assigned a tuxedo, and a basketball that Wang Ya Nan handed to him.

"Huh? Did you watch my arcade basketball stream yesterday so you gave me this role? Sakuragi, Rukawa, or Tetsuya Kuroko?" Meng Fan was considerably happy.

Wang Ya Nan continued to fumble around in her big black bag. She lifted her head, and gave meng Fan a look that said, "keep guessing".

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Chapter 112: Sports Meet, Commence

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"Alright. I guess Akagi is okay too."

Meng Fan knew his body shape had been a consideration. Although he had lost a sufficient amount of weight, he was still far from being lean and muscular.

Wang Ya Nan finally found what she was looking for. Taking out a white wig, a white stick-on mustache and a pair of glasses. She handed them to Meng Fan. "You're Coach Anzai."

Meng Fan felt queasy. "I'm skinner, SKINNIER okay? Can't you give me a role that's not fat? It's been three years!"

Wang Ya Nan pointed to Zhang Zhou Wei, who had been squatting in the corner, questioning his life. "Then go trade with him."

Meng Fan curiously walked over, kicking Zhang Zhou Wei lightly. "What are you? Why does it feel like someone did that to you!"

Zhang Zhou Wei looked at Meng Fan, and there was a blank expression on his face. Moving is a bummer, he revealed his props. Meng Fan was stunned. "The basket?"

Zhang Zhou Wei wanted to struggle, but seeing Wang Ya Nan, who had been distributing the props, he gave up and admitted defeat. Why did his girlfriend have to play a role like this?!

"Are you going to switch?"

Wang Ya Nan finished giving out the props and looked to Meng Fan.

Meng Fan shook his head frantically. "Coach Anzai is okay, at least he's alive. At least…" Meng Fan pointed to all the guys who were assigned a basketball uniform and a red wig. "These plebs have to call me dad."

To be honest, Meng Fan thought he was most suitable to cosplay Kuroko.

"Dad!"

The guy cosplaying Sakuragi ran over undoubtedly. He reached to touch Meng Fan's chin, which Meng Fan did not shy from. He gave him the satisfaction of brushing his chin twice.

Wang Ya Nan clapped her hands together, notifying everyone to look over. "Our theme this year is basketball. Aside from the players from "Slam Dunk" and "Kuroko no Basuke", all the other people will act as cheerleaders."

All the boys had been assigned roles as basketball players, like Xing Ta Ge who was cosplaying Rukawa Kaede. The girls cosplayed the managers and other female characters, such as Haruko, Ayako, Rukawa's cheer squad, Satsuki Momoi, Riko Aida, etc.

The rest were free to choose. Either way, it did not matter if the characters were holding pom-poms, which were actually cheerleaders or not, as long as the setting made sense and the scene looked harmonious.

As for Zhang Zhou Wei… He actually had another role to choose from, an important one as well. Tetsuya #2 from "Kuroko no Basuke".

But in the end, he chose to be a basket!

Although the basket would be smashed by the actors during the opening ceremony, at least he won't have to bark!

Besides, the basket was the most part of the opening performance. Of course, someone had to cosplay it. Yes. This was how Zhang Zhou Wei consoled himself.

Wang Ya Nan spoke of the procedure for the opening ceremony, then began their rehearsal. The contents were simple, except for Zhang Zhou Wei's role of the basket, who had to accept the baptism from the basketball cosplayers.

"Ya Nan, I thought about it, I think the role of Tetsuya #2 fits me more!"

October 15th, the opening ceremony kicked off in the golden hours of autumn.

At 8 o'clock, the representatives from each department began entering to the background music of "March of the Athletes".

Athlete representatives?

Of course not. How can there only be athlete representatives? It was impressive enough for one-third of the strange people in colorful costumes to be athletes. In other campuses, there might be a larger population of athletes, but for an event hosted at the south campus, the proportions of athletes would be much lower.

For example, all five years of Meng Fan's department, the freshmen, sophomore, junior and senior, and graduate students marched out. All members dispatched!

After discussing it, the animation department settled on sports cosplay as their theme. The freshmen's theme was tennis, the sophomores football, the juniors basketball, and seniors baseball.

The graduate students were certified badass. They all cosplayed as hip hop girls from "Keijo!"

The Keijo girls was an overhead sport. It tells of the story of a competitive girl who had all kinds of abilities. 'Keijo' was a sport in which the girl used her bum and her boobs to compete, various abilities including diamond buttocks and gravity hips… You must be thinking if all the characters are women, then what will all the boy graduate students do?

It's so simple! Which one of them wasn't a genderbent uncle!

The animation department's freshmen and sophomores continued to flow out, with Meng Fan's year following close behind. The first to appear were the cheerleaders, from basketball animes and visiting characters from other animes. In short, they were all holding cheerleading pom-poms, shaking them as they headed for the main podium, lively and youthful.

Following them was the most important act—Zhang Zhou Wei came out with a basket on his back, detonating the rhythm of the audience immediately. Cosplaying a basket could only be something you see but do not want to do.

Staggering to the front of the podium, he was closely followed by the handsome appearance of the "basketball players". Each one held a basketball in their hands, and regardless if they knew how to dribble or pass, their postures were very handsome. As they neared the stage…They began to shoot. An array of balls came flying at Zhang Zhou Wei, who took off running with the basket on his back.

It was a chaotic scene, but the atmosphere was happily heating up.

Lastly, Meng Fan entered, wearing his suit and wig, slowly heading over. He was a far distance away from the podium. Once Zhang Zhou Wei had stopped and ran a few steps, Meng Fan threw the basketball he had in his hand across at him. At this time, the distance between them was about that of a basketball court.

Whoosh.

He scored!

The audience went silent in an instant. It was as if the BGM had been crushed right before the stadium erupted in cheers. Even a few of the school leaders on the podium had stood up in applause.

What kind of godlike luck is this!

Hearing the roaring cheers, Zhang Zhou Wei let out a deep breath. Although they had practiced this several times yesterday, he was still frantic when he stopped to wait for the ball!

During their rehearsal, Meng Fan did not score each shot, trying to keep his hit rate at once every three or two times; otherwise, it would be too excessive.

Of course, for Zhang Zhou Wei to cooperate, they allowed him to wear a hard hat so he didn't get smacked in the back of his head.

After the shot, Meng Fan stood amid the cheering, comfortably striding leisurely like coach Anzai towards the podium. At this time, two people in the cheerleader squad pulled open a banner with a few words on it—

Your elder will always be your elder!

The text on the banner faced the field; they weren't arrogant enough to show it to the school leaders.𝚗𝓞𝑣𝚎𝓵𝔫𝓔xt.𝑐𝞸𝐌

The school superiors had guessed it wasn't anything proper, but they still followed along.

With the godlike entrance of the third year animation department, the senior year's entry seemed a lot more normal. Only, the audience blew up again when the graduate students entered in their uncle like lady outfits.

"Hahaha, this year's animation department is too savage!"

"The best this year!"

"They're even better than last year's calligraphy department!"

"If senior Ah Nin dressed up as a girl, it would kill everyone here!"

"This iron hero is the most savage!"

"I've seen him live-stream his basket shooting, he's super accurate!"

"If I didn't know he also streamed drawing, I would have guessed he was a specially enrolled athletics student!"

At the end of the entrance ceremony, the school's leaders began their speech. There were people who listened carefully, but most of them forming small discussions on the side. Both, however, grasped the timing for each applause.

Once the speech ended, they announced the end of the opening ceremony. Next came the charity sale. Extending across the entire track field, the entire venue became a market.

Part of this event was so the students could sell the costumes from today's opening ceremony, where customers could line up in an array and grab whatever they fancy.

The other part was so people could sell their own work, as well as other items.

Aside from the faculty and students who participated in the sales, there were members from the community as well.

Compared with the sports meet itself, the charity sale was an even more important aspect of the meet. After each charity sale, the school would donate the revenue to a charity each year.

The festivities continued until noon when the charity sales' stalls were withdrawn from the track field. However, the stalls outside the track continued to stay in business and would stay until the end of the sports meet.

At one in the afternoon, the sports meet officially started.

Meng Fan only had one event to participate in this afternoon, and that was the men's shot put. There were less than 20 people in total who had signed up, so there was no need for group preliminaries.

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Chapter 113: The First Championship

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There were several players who had signed up for short distance running events, such as the 100-meter, 200-meter, and 400-meter run. For example, before the official game even began in the afternoon, the running event had still been engaged in the preliminaries for the 100 and 200 meters, with about a dozen groups each.

It's not that everyone of them had incredible sprinting abilities, but because they had gone for the easy route.

For example Zhang Zhou Wei, who had signed up for the 100-meter run. He entered the competition grounds with his injury, taking about twenty seconds to drag his twisted ankle to the track. What event was easier than this? Shot put required three rounds, which would take at least half an hour.

During the preliminaries for the 100 and 200-meter dashes, simultaneously began the first field event, high jump. The placement of the set up on the track had been in a spot where the contestants from the 100 and 200-meter dashes would not reach.

The academy had a standard track. In addition to the short duration of the sports meet, everything operated at this level, with two events happening on different sides of the track at the same time.

The men's high jump also didn't have much contestants, hovering at around 20 or so. They didn't separate into groups and entered immediately into finals.

Once the men's high jump ended, the women's commenced. Jiao Yan Ran had signed up for this category, so all the classmates from their department had been watching her stage and cheering her on from the stands.

Jiao Yan Ran was the last competitor for the women's division. The order was unconventional, as it wasn't based on a lottery draw, but it followed the athlete's number plate, which had been specially arranged.

Why?

Because she was the only female contestant using the sponge mat. Asides from two guys from the men's division who had also use it, she was the third one in the entire field.

The referee had known of Jiao Yan Ran ahead of time, and arranged her to come last so they could conveniently set up the sponge mat.

There were several ways to jump over the pole, the most common method being the leap style, and the back-jump style. Everyone knew the leaping method, but the back jump method was much less common; the kind of actions nobody you know would know, but everyone on TV seems to.

The technical requirements for the 'Fosbury flop' or the backward flip were very demanding. Everything else aside, 90% of regular people wouldn't even have the courage to jump with their back facing the pole.

Besides, under regular circumstances, an ordinary person would never perform pole-style high jump exercises, unless you skipped rope as a kid. And not even the kind that double dutches twenty or so times, but the actual high-intensity kind.

There weren't that many girls participating in high jump, around a dozen or so. The first round's height was set at 1 meter, which immediately disqualified 10 of them. The five girls who could pass the 1-meter height were the only ones who passed onto the top six, including Jiao Yan Ran who had asked the referee to raise the bar to 1.3 meters in the first round.

At the beginning of the second round, the first contestant was the last member from the last round, Jiao Yan Ran. For the same reason, as it was too troublesome to remove the sponge mat.

Raising the height to 1.40 meters, which was the standard of a third-tier national athlete, Jiao Yan Ran succeeded with flying colors.

Removing the high jump mat, the pole height got lowered to 1.10 meters. The other contestants continued to advance, with only three girls remaining who had passed the 1.10 height.

By the third round, only one contestant was left after clearing the 1.20-meter height.

Once the pole was raised to 1.3, this contestant gave up.

The referee looked at Jiao Yan Ran, who also forfeited, taking the championship.𝚗𝓞𝑣𝚎𝓵𝔫𝓔xt.𝑐𝞸𝐌

Under completely irregular conditions, the women's high jump finals were done.

The animation department's students on the bleachers stood up to cheer, but there was no surprise in their voice. Last year was about the same process.

The Academy of Fine Arts, which had a total of zero-high jump specialty females, Jiao Yan Ran being a former national volleyball player was already godsend.

What's more, Xiao Yan Ran also had experienced being on the provincial high jump team, so she had proper credentials to crush the scene.

Although the competition was doomed from the beginning, Jiao Yan Ran still received copious amounts of applause from the animation department for winning a championship for their team.

Not surprisingly, the animation department will receive three gold medals this year, because Jiao Yan Ran still had two other categories to compete in; the women's long jump and the women's triple jump. Her chances of winning were very stable.

However, life was ever-changing, and accidents appeared very quickly.

At three in the afternoon, the men's shot put finals began. As the third to appear, Meng Fan's first throw landed a score of 12.25 meters. This was the level of a second-tier national athlete. He basically had the championship on lockdown.

This was a real f*cking surprise for the students in the animation department!

"Iron hero!"

"Iron hero!"

"Your elder will always be your elder!"

Classmates on the stands from the animation department were deliriously screaming.

Of course, not everyone was surprised. For example, Jiao Yan Ran and Wang Ya Nan who had seen Meng Fan during his practice, and most of the contestants who had entered the competition alongside him. They had all seen Meng Fan throw the weights.

Hearing the results from the referee, Meng Fan was ecstatic. It wasn't because of his 12-meter result, but because the throwing accuracy from his [God-Tiered Pitcher] task was too powerful.

Before he threw the weight, he had measured for a distance of 12.25 meters so that when he threw the weight, it landed on the number of his birth date, with no discrepancy!

Under the roaring cheers from his animation classmates, Meng Fan left the throwing area.

The remaining players from the first round were cast, with the best score being 9 meters. Meng Fan remembered this guy had been one of the students Jiao Yan Ran was coaching the day before. It seems her coaching had been very effective, as his distance had grown from 8 meters to over 9 meters.

Aside from this guy, there were three other contestants who scored over 8 meters. If this had been last year, they would have won the gold.

Unsurprisingly, these three had all received coaching from Jiao Yan Ran.

In the second round, Meng Fan forfeited his turn.

Third round, he forfeited again.

Meng Fan did not believe that anyone from this group could break the standards for a second-tier national athlete.

If they could, then Meng Fan would bitterly accept his fate.

When the competition ended, Meng Fan heard an alert go off in his mind.

The level of the Hua Xia Art Academy's college games would definitely not reach the level of provincial or national standards. Hence, anything below the provincial level had to be judged by the System separately.

After starting up the [I am a Champion] deciding mechanism, the results came out very quickly.

"Ding! Decision has failed. You've failed to obtain any honor points."

In this regard, Meng Fan had made the psychological preparations, but it wasn't like he didn't gain anything at all from this. He noticed that after the failure of this decision, the system would increase the next decision's success rate by 10%. If he failed again next time, his success rate would accumulate.

In other words, even if the competition was below the provincial standard, as long as he could accumulate the success rate, he could still gain honor points.

As for the odds of getting it, it would really depend on the system's mood; unless he could collect 100%.

It was alright. At least he was able to obtain an important piece of information.

Once the shot put finals ended, the award ceremony followed directly.

The award ceremony was presented in front of the central podium. It was also broadcasted on the radio, which to be honest was simple for Meng Fan, who had been awaiting the presentations behind the makeshift podium.

He had never experienced this before in his life! From a child, he had eaten art competition awards for lunch, but this was his first time receiving anything in a sports category!

If it had been before, Meng Fan would never have believed he could win a championship for a sports competition; he probably wouldn't even qualify for a community competition. Even after receiving the system, he did not expect his first championship to be from shot put.

Who didn't have dreams of being a champion? He was ecstatic. When the radio announced his name with the 'champion' title in front of it, Meng Fan would have jumped onto the podium if he hadn't been so concerned about the stand supporting the weight of his jump.

The award distributing faculty member approached him, put the medal around his neck, shook his hand, and posed for a photo.

Meng Fan could not control his stupid laughter throughout the entire process, hence everyone around him had begun to laugh as well. The photography department's student who was responsible for documenting the event took several blurry photos, questioning his profession.

"Buddy, can you stop laughing? Hahaha, I am at least the top student of the photography department, if I can't even take a photo that's not blurry, I'm scared I'll be asked to leave the program. Hahaha!"

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Chapter 114: Don't Call Me Professor

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"Fatty, how does it feel to be a champion?"

After the group photos were over and Meng Fan headed to the animation department's section, Zhang Zhou Wei and his other classmates surrounded him immediately.

"How does it feel?" Meng Fan handed the gold medal over. "Take a bite and you'll know."

Zhang Zhou Wei received the medal and felt the weight before placing it back on Meng Fan's neck. He sneered. "It's not gold, why would I bite it?"

Meng Fan was serious. "You know us Wenzhou people have a nasal tone!"

"Pfft!"

Zhang Zhou Wei ignored Meng Fan, running over and asking Jiao Yan Ran for her medal, taking a selfie with anyone who had a medal around their neck.

Although it wasn't some big championship's medal, Zhang Zhou Wei was still overjoyed.

The games continued. From time to time, a competitor will appear from the animation department. Although they weren't in the same class, they were in the same department. Meng Fan was very happy to stand above the bleachers and give them encouragement.

However, he hadn't thought about launching a smile attack on their opponents.

At around five o'clock, the games ended for the day. Meng Fan and Zhang Zhou Wei left the track field with the others, strolling towards the charity stalls. Everyone had bought some useful and useless things, counting it as a contribution to charity.

Zhang Zhou Wei waited for the others to go eat, while Meng Fan slipped out of the school and went for his run. He didn't shoot any baskets in the last few days, but the exercise level was still there. However, he hadn't been gaining any experience for the task [Travelling Deity, running less than ten kilometers a day. Today, he had to compensate for it, while also visiting some scenery along the way.

After Meng Fan ran fifteen kilometers to find a place to eat near the Xizi Lake scenic area, Wu Tong who was in distant Hong Kong had just ended her work for the day.

Ms. Liang Qing had exhibitions for two consecutive days during this global ink painting exhibition. One day yesterday and one day today, Wu Tong had attended both days as her assistant. The last two days of experience had been very beneficial and rare for Wu Tong.

Liang Qing was one of the representative painters of Chinese Contemporary art, so her skills were naturally above those at the exhibition. During the exhibition, Wu Tong was able to follow her and gain the first-hand experience as her assistance. At the same time, she was also able to participate in the process and coordination of the entire exhibition.

There was definitely no improvement in the art department, but it did open her eyes, and it was also very helpful if she wanted to hold an exhibition in the future.

As Liang Qing's assistant, Wu Tong was able to come in contact with all kinds of famous artists. Not only was this method of networking a resource, as well as means for gaining popularity and reputation, it also included visiting these famous people and communicating with them in the future.

In the last few days, she was tired but had also harvested a lot.𝚗𝓞𝑣𝚎𝓵𝔫𝓔xt.𝑐𝞸𝐌

Hoo!

At the end of the exhibition, Wu Tong let out a long sigh. Thankfully, there were no incidents.

"Wu Tong!"

At this time, Hu Ting Song who had also been a representative of the Huaxia Art Academy in Hong Kong approached. He had long awaited this moment at the end of the exhibition. Strutting over in a suit from head to toe, striding arrogantly towards Wu Tong. With a concerned smile on his face, he asked, "You must be tired from these last few days, I heard my uncle say, you've been Ms. Liang Qing's assistant and participated in both of her solo exhibitions. I'm so happy for you!"

Wu Tong politely thanked him.

Seeing this, Hu Ting Song continued, "Now that the exhibition is over, you can take a breath. I already reserved a restaurant…"

"Who is this?!"

Hu Ting Song was interrupted by another voice.

Liang Qing clacked over in her high heels, looking at Hu Ting Song over. She then asked Wu Tong, "Is this guy bothering you? Don't be scared, I'll call the security and kick him out for you."

"Professor Liang Qing, you're mistaken, I'm not bothering Wu Tong." Hu Ting Song hurriedly explained. At the same time, he showed her his student ID. "I'm also a student from the art academy, my name is Hu Ting Song, my uncle is Hu Hang."

"Hu Hang is your uncle?" Liang Qing's expression buffered for a moment. "Why did you come then?"

Seeing Liang Qing's face ease up, Hu Ting Song knew that his uncle's relationship with him had been effective. He let loose and spoke while smiling, "Well, isn't Wu Tong here busy with her exhibition stuff, she has no time to tour Hong Kong, so I thought I would treat her to dinner after the exhibition ended and take her around."

"Am I poor?" Hearing this, Liang Qing's expression went cold. "I asked Wu Tong to help me with my exhibition, why do I need you to buy her dinner? You think I can't afford a meal?"

Hu Ting Song was stunned. He did not expect Liang Qing to change her attitude so fast. For an elder like Liang Qing, she should be very happy to meet the love interest of the nephew of someone they knew.

Hu Ting Song waved his hands. "Professor Liang, that's not what I meant."

"Then what do you mean?" Liang Qing asked.

This question stumped Hu Ting Song.

Liang Qing didn't take note of him anymore. She grabbed Wu Tong's hand and left the exhibition hall. After they were outside, her expression lightened up. "Was I too mean back there?"

Wu Tong paused for a moment.

Liang Qing's hand did not loosen as she pulled her forward. "I can tell, you didn't really want to get dinner with that kid. And I'm guessing that kid's been trying to cling onto you based on his relationship with your professor. Did I guess it right? If I'm right, then it was worth being that cruel back there. If I'm wrong, then I have to go back now and apologize to the poor kid."

Wu Tong was shocked by Liang Qing's perceptive abilities, then felt a warmth in her heart. Nodding, she said, "You really guessed it."

"I knew it, I've got eyes for spotting people. That kid had said his uncle was Hu Hang the moment he approached, so I assumed he brings that status up a lot. It's good for young people to be energetic and confident, but it should be based on their own abilities." Liang Qing smiled and continued before stopping with Wu Tong in front of a car. "But that kid said something right back there. You must be tired from these last two days. I'll treat you to dinner. Then you can shop around with me! If you don't take a look around this trip to Hong Kong, it would be a tragedy!"

An hour and a half later, the satisfied duo appeared on one of Hong Kong's brand name streets.

"Professor, I think this silk scarf suits you really well."

In the last two days, Wu Tong and Liang Qing had become familiarized with each other. The honorary name was also changed several times by Liang Qing herself. Plus the two had been talking and laughing all through dinner, so after shopping for a while, Wu Tong began to loosen up a lot too. As they passed a store, she pulled Liang Qing inside and picked up the scarf for Liang Qing to try on before directly going up to the cashier.

"Professor, I have to thank you for these past few days, but I know you don't like formalities. I won't say this scarf is a gift to thank you. I genuinely think it looks good on you, so I bought it."

"You silly child, it's so expensive, are you sure you want to buy it!" Holding the Hermes scarf in her hand, Liang Qing was in love but filled with guilt.

Wu Tong smiled. "I can make my own money now."

"Really? Then I'll take it."

Liang Qing asked Wu Tong to help her put it on. During this season in Hong Kong at night, it was just right.

The two chatted and laughed as they walked through several stores. Then Liang Qing pulled Wu Tong into a flagship store and picked out a bag for her. "Every girl should always have one decent purse when they go out."

Wu Tong heard this and immediately waved her hands. "Professor, I don't need it!"

"What do you mean you don't need it? Even if you don't need it now, you'll need it later. See, look how pretty it is, if you don't need it, and she doesn't need it and I don't need it, won't it lose its value? Women need purses. Not to let the bag enhance your value, but for you to give it value. That's the mission of life for us women! Don't be fooled by those quotes that say "What suits you is the best for you", you have to remember, only the best things are best for you!"

Liang Qing said it very seriously to Wu Tong, then grabbed a few more bags for her to try. She then pointed to the two purses out of the cluster, and then said, "I don't want these two. Please pack the rest of them up. Oh, and bring out the shoes and clothes from the latest season."

Wu Tong was stupefied. Her family background was not bad. And growing up, everyone treated her very well. But the way that Liang Qing was treating her, she had never experienced it before. Her hands shook even more, and her attitude was quite determined. "Professor, I can't."

"Tong Tong, don't call me professor anymore, call me mom."

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Chapter 115: Things Are Serious

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"What?"

By this point, Wu Tong was even more confused than before.

She had heard of Liang Qing's personality had been unconventional out of all the other Chinese painting masters, but after getting along for the last two days, she felt like Liang Qing had actually been straight forward, which garnered Wu Tong's admiration and respect from the bottom of her heart. She didn't expect Liang Qing to say such ridiculous words.

Liang Qing did not feel any abruptness in the situation. In the last two days, Liang Qing was really appreciative of Wu Tong and liked her, hence why she abandoned Meng Fan. She appreciated Wu Tong's professional knowledge and her professional ability that separated personal matters from the customer and enjoyed Wu Tong's temperament as it suited her own character.

She reached out and sat with Wu Tong on the sofa and smiled. The corners of her mouth and eyes were crinkled into a smile, her whole body radiating friendliness and kindness. Lightly, she spoke to Wu Tong. "From the first time I saw you, I thought that we were fated to meet. In the last two days interacting with you, I've been very happy. I really feel like there's spiritually a mother-in-law relationship between us. I like you from the bottom of my heart, and I hope we can get along like mother and daughter. I want you to be my goddaughter, are you willing?"

Wu Tong finally understood where this "call me mom" came from. She remained sunk in thought for a moment, then responded, "You've always been my idol, so I feel very lucky to be able to be your assistant and get to know you these last two days. Your recognition of me is an even bigger honor…"

Liang Qing interrupted Wu Tong's thoughts. "I don't want your honor, because I don't need a fan and an admirer. I want a daughter, one that will be considerate and love me like a little coat, so I just want to know if you are willing to or not, from the bottom of the heart. Don't be reluctant."

Wu Tong's mouth slowly formed into a smile, tears glimmering in her eyes as she nodded.

"Silly child, don't cry!"

Seeing Wu Tong's tears, Liang Qing also began to cry. She reached out and wiped the corners of Wu Tong's eyes.

Both were very strong-willed people, but they became emotional easily towards heartfelt moments.

"But." Wu Tong flapped her hands in front of her eyes. "I have to tell my parents first. And, I can't accept these things, really. It's too expensive."

"Of course, I will respect your parents' opinions." Liang Qing smiled. "As for the latter, I shall dismiss it! If a little girl like you can buy me such an expensive gift, I have to reciprocate with something! Besides, you said you can earn money, but how much do you make in a month? Three thousand, five thousand, ten thousand? Even if you made more than that, that scarf was still a big expense for you."

She pointed at the bags and clothes and shoes that had just been pushed over. "These items I've picked for you aren't a big expense to me. To be honest, what you gifted me is much more valuable. You're way more generous than me!"

"But…"

"Okay okay okay, I'll back off a bit. Purses, outfits, shoes, you pick two, and then two accessories! If you still refuse, I'll get angry!"

Seeing Wu Tong's defeated nod, Liang Qing was blooming with joy. After Wu Tong selected two items, Liang Qing unreasonably picked a few other individual items that she felt was appropriate and paid for the order. They shopped around for a while before Liang Qing remembered Meng Fan. It was by then she realized that she had taken things a bit too far!

Her own son liked Wu Tong, very much at that, and now Wu Tong was half a step away from becoming her own goddaughter!

Previously she had joked she'd bring Meng Fan a wife home, but now, she's bringing him a godsister!

If Meng Fan found out the girl he liked had become his godsister, hell would break loose!

At this thought, Liang Qing was ecstatic.

Just thinking about it was exhilarating!

"I'm so happy today, something that surprised me happened. I'll tell you about it once it's confirmed."

"These last few days were busy, but starting tomorrow I can relax."

"How are you doing over there? Is the sports meet going smoothly?"

This was the WeChat message Wu Tong had sent him at eleven o clock. She still had to alert her family of the godmother's request even though they were most likely to agree and respect her wishes, as they knew how much she adored Liang Qing. But before such an important thing was confirmed, she wouldn't share it with others.

"It was pretty smooth, I won the shot put gold medal."

At this time, Meng Fan was still touring the Xizi lake's scenic area. He had just finished brushing one scenic spot and took off his hat to buy a drink when Wu Tong's Wechat message popped up.

He knew Wu Tong had been busy these last two days because of the exhibition, so whatever made her so happy today must have been related to that. After all, he knew what level his mom was at. For a current student like Wu Tong to attend such a grand exhibition, she must have gained experience from all its aspects.

As for what she needed to confirm, Meng Fan was curious but did not dare to ask.

Two days after his excuse of dropping his phone in water, Wu Tong remained very busy, so she had not mentioned the existence of Ms. Liang Qing. Meng Fan had also tried to avoid the topic of Hong Kong in their conversation.

His thoughts were simple. As long as Wu Tong does not mention Liang Qing to him, everything would be okay. He did not have to deliberately deceive her.

At this time, Meng Fan wouldn't even dream of his mother's supernatural doings.

What made Meng Fan even happier was receiving a message from his mother after talking to Wu Tong, saying she suddenly missed his dad and was going to take the next flight to Dubai.

Seeing that she was riding the red-eye flight at 1:00 am, he discovered newfound respect.

Finally, Meng Fan knew where his dad had been.

It made sense. His father had traveled the world searching for research and communication opportunities, so he must have attended something in Dubai. After all, it was a fantasy paradise for architects.

Although he couldn't wait for his mom to leave Hong Kong and leave Wu Tong, hearing she was going to Dubai at one in the morning, Meng Fan was very concerned.𝑛𝒐𝓋𝞮𝓵𝑵𝑒xt.𝑐𝒪𝓂

He wasn't concerned about the plane being hijacked, it had been before he was reborn on his way from Lion City to Japan. There was no use worrying, as it could have happened to anyone. However, he always wavered on the cautious side when loved ones were on a plane.

"Then you have to be careful when you travel, make sure all your food, drinks, and money are all on you. Also, bring two more people with you if you can."

"Food, drink, and amenities? Do you think I'm a poor tourist? What does the plane not have already?! And I'm going to find your dad to go on a date, why would I bring two others with me?!"

"If dad has any mistresses on the side, then you have to have witnesses at the scene!"

"Get lost!"

"Hehe, dad just posted in his moments and deleted it within seconds. I was wondering why he looked so satisfyingly drunk like royalty, and it turns out he's in Dubai!"

"Don't talk nonsense!"

Liang Qing replied, then with murderous intent knocked down the doors of her two students.

"You have five minutes to get ready and come with me to Dubai."

Both students smiled bitterly. Professor you finally remembered us!

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Chapter 116: Before Publishing

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Finding out his mom really took two students to Dubai, Meng Fan felt nothing but respect. And also was relieved at the same time.

His mother had finally left Wu Tong's side, which calmed his heart a little bit. If his mom really stayed a bit longer, he was worried she would expose herself or do something overboard.

Now in a good mood, Meng Fan did not continue to tour the scenic areas. He ran back to his property near the academy, took a shower and ate some melons before starting to draw.

It was 2:00 when after some tweaks, the new chapter for "Guide to Campus RoMANce" was completed.

Since serialization, Meng Fan was able to maintain his update speed because of their saved manuscripts. Today's chapter was the sixth chapter, and because it was short, there was no plot beginning to unfold yet. Either way, the main character in the manga had started wheeling his third girl. Pulling out of the relationship after getting the girl is the main content of this book.

To be honest, this plot was average. The only thing that contained some ups and downs was that after he wheeled the second girl, the main female protagonist, he had been caught before he could run. Then, it was her who played him, quite violently as well.

He had just finished playing the third girl when the female protagonist appeared, tripping him face-first into the dirt. Then she cried and cried to the third girl about how this scum of a guy cheated on her and hurt her… She spoke of how she was afraid of the third girl falling in love with him, then said everything in her power to lower the guy's reputation…

The focus was the male protagonist's girl wheeling skills, and his boldness and shamelessness in wheeling other girls while being chased and beaten by the female protagonist. Basically, he did everything most guys wanted to do when it comes to approaching girls that didn't involve breaking the law.

The script was written by Xing Ta Ge. These girl wheeling techniques were unstoppable on the premise that the guy performing them had a decent face value. As for relationship techniques… These are built and expressed through the process of pursuit.

The former has a practical operational significance, while the latter, according to Xing Ta Ge, really depended on personal understanding of the subject involved.

Once the manga was serialized, the result was pretty good. Although the plot was average, it could really count as independent goods, with a comfortable style and drawing technique that was out of this world.

Presently, the manga's been collected over 200,000 times. Out of all the recent reviews, their manga was pretty outstanding.

They also gained about 6000 HXB worth of merit points.

Of course, two-thirds of this achievement could be traced back to his stream, for Meng Fan was still a relatively inexperienced manga artist. Even if his style and technique were good, there was no way he could have garnered so much readers in such a short time.

Opening the profile, Meng Fan sighed in relief when he didn't see a new message from the site.

In the last few days, his messages have been constantly refreshing with new ones. Most of the content was just messages from the editor asking Meng Fan to add him on QQ and Wechat. Meng Fan could only pretend not to see.

The next day, he didn't go to school after waking up. Instead, he ran his ten kilometers along the road and took a shower before drawing for two hours, then headed for class. The last two events for the sports meet were graciously spaced apart, with javelin beginning at ten in the morning, and the 5000-meter starting at three in the afternoon. It was also the last event of the sports meet.

After he finished, the closing ceremony would follow after, complete with all formalities.

"Meng Fan."

Meng Fan just prepared to enter the track field when Qin Jiao approached, waving him over.

Meng Fan headed over. "Coincidentally, I have something to ask you too."

"You go first." said Qin Jiao.

"Does our animation department have its own publication office?" Meng Fan saw Qin Jiao nod, then continued with his thoughts. "I've been working on my own manga lately, and it's currently serialized online. I was thinking since it's my first manga, I will prepare to pay and publish it to commemorate. But how hard is it for my book number to be approved?"

Although he wasn't planning to sell it, so he could find a printing company to publish it, Meng Fan was still unsure of the system's standards, so he wanted to follow the regulations and play on the safe side.

If he wants to publish it, a book number was crucial. So immediately, Meng Fan had thought of Qin Jiao.

"The one on Penguin Animation Network?" Qin Jiao asked, "Is this why you won't sign a contract with the website or even answer a phone call or a QQ message?"

Meng Fan was stunned. "How did you know?"𝑛𝒐𝓋𝞮𝓵𝑵𝑒xt.𝑐𝒪𝓂

"The website's editor saw your stream and discovered you were a student from our department. Coincidentally, the editor also graduated from our department, and she was my student as well, so she asked me to inquire about you regarding why you won't sign a contract."

"That's too coincidental!"

Meng Fan was surprised. He could only tell her that he wanted to publish the manga for his own keepsake, and was worried that the website would bind the copyright, hence why he ignored them. As for the phone calls, he really had no idea.

"Alright, I guess I've done my part. I'll tell him in a bit. As for publications, it shouldn't be too hard to get a book number from our department's publisher. Only… I think your manga is not bad, and it would be a shame to publish it without selling any copies." Qin Jiao thought for a moment, then asked, "Why don't you give me the manuscripts and I'll apply for you. I can try and see if our partners are willing to publish this for you."

Meng Fan had half the heart to turn her down, as he knew it would take a long time to release it if he handed them to a publishing agency. He was ecstatic to receive the rewards for [Manga artist, so he was willing to pay for it himself if it meant he could attain the rewards sooner. Only, he couldn't tell Qin Jiao that.

He thought about it. "It should be fine, but I need it urgently because I made a bet with my netizens to publish it quickly and deliver it to them. So, if the agency is slow, I would rather just pay for it myself."

He shifted the blame to his stream.

"The money your netizens bet costs more than publishing?" Qin Jiao chuckled as she looked at Meng Fan. "You will be arrested."

Meng Fan was speechless. "We aren't betting money."

"Then what are you betting on?"

"Our anger! I'm very heartbroken right now!"

"Blocked? Like a teacher seeing Wu Tong 'blocked'?"

Qin Jiao left him with this heart-wrenching statement and clacked away in her heels.

"Fatty, what's wrong?"

Zhang Zhou Wei and Xing Ta Ge approached him from the direction of their dorm.

"Nothing."

Meng Fan let out an exasperated sigh, as even people who were related to Liang Qing would get on his nerves, so he was used to it. He only hoped that Wu Tong and Liang Qing's interactions wouldn't continue the tradition.

"Pigeon, just in time I need to talk to you."

Meng Fan alerted Xing Ta Ge. He was planning to publish his own copy of "Guide To Campus RoMANce", for he was one of the authors.

"Do you have to be so stubborn?!" Xing Ta Ge paused, then said very righteously, "If professor Qin can find you a publishing platform, that would be ideal. If not, I will pay at least half of it."

"Let's see what professor Qin has to say first."

The money did not matter much, so Meng Fan didn't argue.

The most important task at hand was to finish the last four or five chapters and hand them over to Qin Jiao. Even if he had to pay it himself, they still needed to submit it for approval.

At 10 o'clock, the men's javelin finals began. In the middle of the field, an area had been circled, indicating it was strictly forbidden to access during the competition to avoid accidental injury.

Meng Fan was the second last to go. He grasped the javelin, shook it a few times. He definitely had the skills for the initial sprint, but his posture was very inaccurate. As for how to stretch out or how to lunge, he had no idea. He ended it up by throwing it in a bow-like posture, which he already felt was not bad.

Before him, the last best score was 41 meters. Surpassing 40 meters, this result surprised Meng Fan.

Therefore, he had been very focused during his turn. His score was even better than before, reaching over 44 meters, and he exceeded this distance each round. His best score ended up being over 46 meters, successfully locking down the championship.

"Ding! Decision failed. You will receive no champion honor points."

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Chapter 117: Iron Uncle

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Another failed judgment, increasing his next decision by 20%.

Meng Fan was not surprised by this.

It was best to pretend his initial success rate was 0.

During this award ceremony, Meng Fan was much calmer. After receiving the medal and taking a photo, the photographer responsible for Meng Fan was beyond grateful.

The top student was afraid of the iron hero revealing another iron laughter… That laugh was too hardcore.

"Badass!"

He received his reward and headed back to the animation department's spot on the stands, welcoming another wave of baptisms from his classmates.

A cute girl in lolita clothing approached Meng Fan from a group of girls, holding a bouquet of flowers and stepped in front of him. The cute girl was about 155 centimeters tall, so she raised the flowers upward as she lifted her head. Her wide eyes met Meng Fans as she batted her eyelashes. Her voice was also fitting to a lolita. "Congratulations iron uncle for winning the championship for our animation department!"

Iron uncle?

Hearing such a unique nickname, Meng Fan was stunned. Alright, it wasn't all that surprising for a lolita to say this to him. He accepted the flowers and thanked her.

As a child, Meng Fan had received flowers before as well, but as he grew up, the flowers stopped coming. He never even received any 'flour'.

After winning the championship, it was not surprising to be showered in praise, but it was a little surprising for a lolita to give him flowers. This felt almost too good!

At this time, the cute girl took out her phone and opened her WeChat QR code, handing it to Meng Fan. "100 HXB per bouquet, please scan to pay, thanks!"

What?

Meng Fan felt as if he'd been struck by lightning. This fall from heaven to hell was too fast!

"I'm just joking with you, uncle, your expression is so cute!" The cute girl stuck her tongue out at Meng Fan. "I just want to add you on WeChat."

Meng Fan's face twitched. "Fine, call me uncle, but do you have to go this far?"

"Wechat?" Meng Fan abruptly shook his head. "I only have one WeChat, if I give it to you, what will I use?!"

All the onlooking students were stunned for a moment, before erupting in laughter.

They had been intensely focused on the lolita toying with Meng Fan, but they didn't expect there to be an encore.

"Is the iron hero this straight forward?"

"This response is too straightforward!"

"Hahahaha I've lived for a long time but I finally see the ancient pun used in real life!"

"Meng Fan are you taking revenge on purpose? You're going to be forever alone!"

"Your sarcasm can kill people!"

"But we are so happy!"

These people also loved a good crowd, especially the junior girl who had pushed the first cute girl towards him, stirring up even more commotion as the group heated up. One of them straight up shouted, "Iron hero, Jing Jing likes you!"

Another girl whose relationship with lolita Qu Jing Jing was unclear also chortled. "Iron hero, I like you too!"

If she was a friend, she'd done it to loosen the tension. If she was an enemy, then it was purely to screw with her.

After they spoke, the onlookers on the stand began to liven up.

"Senior, I like you too!"

"Fan oppa, I like you so much!"

"Meng fatty, you're mine!"

It wasn't just girls; the voices of many guys pinching their noses were also added to the mix.

They were all starting a commotion!

"Iron hero, I want to birth columns with you!"

With this domineering statement, everyone was startled. Why was this voice scarier than Zhang Fei's scream?

Looking towards the source of the voice, more than half of the onlookers were stupefied.

Way too beautiful!

This was… The animation department's most badass grad student, an experienced crossdresser, Ah Ning senior!

During the opening ceremony, the whole school recognized the prowess of cross-dressing. If Ah Ning senior did not speak, nobody would have known he was a man. His beauty could rival 98% of the female in the school, fulfilling all the attributes of possessing long legs, fair skin, and a beautiful face.

Ah Ning Senpai was once interviewed on the streets for a program dedicated to interviewing street beauties. The host had trotted over to him once seeing his facial features, eyes glistening like stars, eager to interview him. But once Ah Ning senior opened his mouth, the stars were scared out of the interviewer's eyes. He almost fainted!

Ah Ning senior had the deepest natural death metal growl!

Can you imagine a cross-dressing man singing death metal?!

Yup. The other half who did not become stupefied had already experienced this before.

Meng Fan's year particularly, who had hauntingly remembered the homecoming show. Ah Ning, glamorously dressed in women's clothes and makeup had stepped up to perform. At first, the boys went crazy but in the end, they really went crazy.

That night, the freshmen really understood what exhilarating meant. It was also the first time they experienced 'performance art'.

Of course, some people also began to question their sexual orientation.

Ah Ning senior's domineering tone ended the commotion.

"Uncle, I didn't know you were this sarcastic, but the pun is a bit too old."

However, the cute lolita did not shy away because of the commotion. Although her cheeks were still red, she was determined. You had to give and take, and her phone was still in the air.

After throwing out the ancient pun, only for jokes, of course, Meng Fan did not expect to invite so much commotion. He also didn't expect the godlike Ah Ning senior to appear and blow everything out of proportion.

Although Meng Fan didn't know if the cute girl really wanted his WeChat or just wanted to tease him, he still daringly took her phone over and added her as a friend. With so many people watching, it was important to display chivalry. Yes, he would be a gentleman!

After the cute girl added him, she flashed a look at Meng Fan and turned to leave, back to the hive of girls. Naturally, another wave of heckling appeared as the girls chatted away, looking over at Meng Fan from time to time.

Meng Fan was almost too embarrassed when Qin Jiao timely arrived, waving him over. He hurried towards her.

As he left, the conversation on this side began once again.

"Did you guys notice Meng Fan's changed a lot lately!"

"Not just changed, he literally shed his skin!"𝑛𝒐𝓋𝞮𝓵𝑵𝑒xt.𝑐𝒪𝓂

"You guys don't know, all our dormitories have been talking about Meng Fan recently, and from what I hear, several girls are interested in him."

"That's normal! Meng Fan has a great personality, and people only disliked him because there was a life-threatening issue at hand! But now that he is running, he's become stronger and more flexible, even if he is still fat. Do you guys remember where the name iron hero came from? Premium boyfriend material, he can give you a MAXIMUM sense of safety!"

"Hehe, he can't just be losing weight from sports right? At least half of the interest must come from people seeing his stream and finding out he's a tacky rich mogul who can casually squander tens of thousands of dollars!"

"Shallow! You underestimate women! More than half of them must be interested in him because of his hand speed!"

"Did you hear that?"

Wang Ya Nan whispered to Jiao Yan Ran, "More and more people are starting to notice Meng Fan's attractive points! Are you sure?!"

Jiao Yan Ran did not speak, as she silently looked in the direction, Meng Fan had gone.

On the other side, in the second year group of the animation department, another girl also silently watched as Meng Fan left. It wasn't just anyone, but the cute petite girl Meng Fan had nicknamed Freckles.

Once Meng Fan disappeared out of sight, Freckles enviously looked at the cute loli girl. She was so envious of her bravery!

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Chapter 118: Stream Procurement

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"How prestigious, you're a championship winner, and did I just see a classmate confess to you?" Qin Jiao said as she tossed another heart-wrenching statement, "What do you think Wu Tong will feel if she knows?"

Meng Fan's happy heart was once again blocked. "If you said you were my mother's real daughter, I believe it, regardless if others do or not."

Qin Jiao rolled her eyes at Meng Fan, then began to talk business. "I told Yi Xin the reason why you refused the contract, remember him, the editor that graduated from our department. He regretfully sighed, then said if your future comics need a contract to contact him. I sent you his WeChat info."

Meng Fan nodded. He knew that even if he had the popularity from his stream, alongside Penguin Animation's resources, he would not be able to receive special treatment. Unless he was a famous streamer and a well-known manga artist.

As a result, he decided his original choice was right, saving him a lot of trouble.

After adding him in WeChat, Qin Jiao said, "I just happen to have a book number available at the publishing house. I originally wanted to give it to a senior student, but it's yours if you urgently needed. I can just ask for a few more from the publishing office. An editor is already on his way to Penguin Animations to check it out, so if it's successful, I'll let you know tonight. I've seen your manga. It's a bit troll, but not overboard, so it shouldn't be hard to submit for approval. Regarding the payment method, whether it's by you or the publishing company, we will have to wait and see the dates they provide."

Meng Fan smiled. "The way you go about things is like my mom, clean, to the point, and without any hindrances… Are you sure you're not my mom's real daughter?"

Qin Jiao chuckled. "I'm nowhere near as efficient as professor. She wanted to see Wu Tong, so she saw her."

Meng Fan clutched his chest. "I wanted to thank you, but you blocked me again!"

"Who cares about that?!"

Qin Jiao gracefully turned and pranced away in her high heels out of Meng Fan's vision.

He watched her suddenly stop after turning. Initially, she had plenty of things to ask the kid, but she'd forgotten about it for a few moments of satisfaction!

"Professor Qin, what's wrong, did you hurt your foot?"

At this time, a male teacher jogged over, seemingly concerned.

When Qin Jiao had paused mid-step, this male teacher assumed she had twisted her ankle. This was a once in a lifetime opportunity!

"Don't call me professor Qin."

"What?"

"Call me director Qin."

She proceeded to clack away in her high heels.

The male teacher's eyes followed Qin Jiao as she left until he couldn't see her anymore. He had been abused by this atmosphere… His body was charged with electricity, throat tightening up. "Is that not what I'm supposed to call the queen?"𝑛𝒐𝓋𝞮𝓵𝑵𝑒xt.𝑐𝒪𝓂

Since Qin Jiao called him out to talk, Meng Fan did not return to the bleachers. He thought about finishing some drafts but decided against it. The entire school was in a carnival mood, it was too hardcore for him to be slaving away on manuscripts. He might as well be idle. He opened the stream and took the fickle netizens on a shopping spree of the Art Academy's charity market.

There were over 300,000 viewers on his stream now. Most of the netizens had gradually adjusted to Meng Fan's unprofessionalism in the drawing streams category. He started out drawing in the studio, then moved onto streaming pretty girls having their caricatures drawn, which was immediately followed by some marathon and running to Shanghai from Hangzhou. After this, he took the netizens on a bunch of night tours, and most recently he'd began streaming basketball arcade machines… compared to these activities, streaming a charity market was nothing out of the ordinary.

Of course, the art academy's charitable market were very worth watching.

First off, the people were attractive.

There were almost too many good looking girls and boys, and not only were their faces and figures were great, but their fashion sense was also top quality.

There were more than a dozen students from the animation department standing in a row, all dressed up in cosplay. Out of them, more than half were girls, whose costumes from the opening ceremony had been sold instantly right after the event ended. Today, they collectively wore a gothic lolita uniform.

The cumbersome mix of different dark colors, superimposed with roses, spiders, thorny vines, vampires, blood marks, and dolls without a trace of life. In addition to all of them being small and slender girls with umbrellas… The visual effect was too great. At least when Meng Fan approached the animation department's stalls, his stream exploded.

"I just love it when Meng fatty brings us to see these exciting scenes."

"I like the second one to the left, she's so cute!"

"The first one on the right can cosplay Yui Kotegawa from Toraburu!"

"The power of learning animation 1024!"

"Ah ah, Perona! Meng host, I want to buy the plushie that ghost princess Perona is holding! Please ship it to me!"

"Please ship me the drawing in front of Victorique!"

"Please, I'd like to purchase the figure of Suigintou!"

"Please ship…"

Meng Fan was streaming from his phone, so he could see their live comments spamming the screen. Seeing the room suddenly become a group buy market page, he was quite proud.

"Iron uncle, great job!"

The students from the animation department saw Meng Fan approach and greeted him with warmth. The funniest thing was that these lolis maintained their personas, so even speaking the words 'iron uncle', they kept their arrogance and indifference.

Meng Fan was stunned for a moment, making sure that the cute girl wasn't among them. Did the title 'Iron uncle' become the consensus of the lolita girls?

Only, why are the guys also in on it too?!

Another barrage of comments broke out in the stream channel.

Meng Fan greeted them and told them he was streaming. Seeing they were happy to be in the lens, each one striking a cool or mournful pose in front of the camera. Meng Fan was peaceful as he filmed them.

As for the stream, it was all chaos.

Following after several requests came in for procurements, saying they had to contribute to the charity sale. One of the gentlemen even went as far as to ask Meng Fan to procure a 'kiss' from one of the lolitas.

Meng Fan saw this and thought about it for a moment. He smiled, and spoke to the netizens, "There's no need for procurement. I will buy it and give it to you guys as a gift. I won't do a lucky draw, just tell me what you guys want, and I'll let fate decide. It can belong to whoever's name I call. Is there any management here? Help me write down the names and the items that have been reported, then ask them for their address."

"I'm here."

Bee sent Meng Fan a WeChat message.

Upon seeing this, Meng Fan began his "procurement service".

"KindMrZhao, the illustrations you want of Kenpachi Zaraki are not easy to look at at all. I've purchased it, Bee, write it down."

"For your girlfriend? Is this Shin-chan body pillow also for your girlfriend?"

"I want to be a man from One Piece. Are you sure it's appropriate for you to want the figure of Momosuke?"

"NinQueslackofabuse, you wanted the plushie Perona was holding. Bee, write that down."

"Wang Yi, You want the thorny rose, whoa, it's sharp to the touch."

"Snake something something Haze—Why did you force a symbol in your name—You wanted the figure of Orochimaru."

"ShenTuMingLiang, you wanted the outfit worn by Victorique… Oh, the pretty lady is asking if you want it washed first before she sends it?"

Hearing this, the fickle netizens in the stream were dumbfounded. Then, the stream began to boil.

"Are the clothes they're wearing part of the charity sale too?"

"How come no one told me beforehand?!"

"I want to know how ShenTu brother thought of such a thing, how can he be so wise and daring!"

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Chapter 119: Iron Master

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Meng Fan's procurement service quickly garnered 20 pieces of merchandise for the fickle netizens, including illustrations, figures, accessories, clothes, etc.

These items weren't marked at high prices because they were for charity; on the contrary, the set price had been lower than their market price.

Of course, most of these items were made and drawn by the students themselves, including some jewelry, and even clothing.

The rest of them were mostly second-hand items that had been used before but are still in functioning condition.

Most of them cost around 90 HXB, with the big ones or the more exquisite items costing a hundred or so. For example, the lolita costume made by one of those cute girls was not listed at a very high price.

After sweeping away 20 items from the sale, Meng Fan stopped his procurement. It wasn't because the animation booth had run out of things to sell, but it would look bad if he bought everything.

After scanning the payment code, it was impossible for Meng Fan to take all of them away at once. This included the dress hat was still being worn by lolita girl—It wasn't good to directly cop it, so it was best to let her wear it until the end of the event—Temporarily, he'd store it at the stall and send it all out once the addresses were listed.

Next, he continued shopping.

He headed from the animation department's booth to the media and film academy's film department booth. The photography department sold mainly their own works, as well as some items donated by students from the departments.

The boys and girls from the photography department weren't as pleasing to look at as the animation department, but their work was pretty good especially the macro photography and illusion photography. To most of the fickle netizens, it was like looking through a window to a new world.

Of course, the fickle netizens were most interested in human photography!

Well, they were increasing their beauty!

Meng Fan bought about ten more items from the photography booth, with above five of them being of the human photography genre. He had no choice, as it was what everyone in his stream requested. Meng Fan had forcibly picked out five viewers who did not want any human figure portraits.

He then headed to the departments of Chinese painting, calligraphy, oil painting, sculpture, ceramics and arts, dying and fashion design… He bought ten items from each stall.

Of these, the most popular items among the fickle netizens were the products from the sculpture department and the Chinese painting department. The sculpture department's stall speed of light sales was popular because of the value of their items based on their size. Although Meng Fan couldn't pick up the sculptures that were his size, there were several that were only 30 centimeters tall.

As for the oil painting department, the reason was simple. It could be confirmed that the department had the prettiest girls.

He hadn't finished shopping when it was twelve o'clock. Counting down, he had bought about 110 items, so he didn't continue sweeping the stalls.

"I think I will stop here. I'll send them out in a bit since I haven't received the addresses from Bee."

After Meng Fan logged off the stream and checked his account details, he couldn't help but smile. During this time, the value of the gifts from the stream had far exceeded what he spent on the market goods.

Among them, they weren't only from the fickle netizens, but mostly from other netizens. The ones who didn't receive gifts ended up being the ones that sent out several gifts. How capricious.

Of course, even if Meng Fan had the [Wealth Distribution Cherub] task, he couldn't donate in the live stream anytime or anywhere he wanted.

Meng Fan went to the booths and asked the sellers to concentrate all his purchases in one place, then called a courier to come over. At this time, Bee had already sorted out the list of addresses.

Meng Fan checked the items before the courier quickly packed them up and filled out the shipment forms…

After ten minutes, Meng Fan saw the progress made while staring at the pile of stuff and quickly called Zhang Zhou Wei over.

"I haven't eaten yet, can you help me check these items?"

He handed the list of names and addresses to Zhang Zhou Wei along with the gifts and scurried away.

After eating, he took a stroll around to digest his food before heading over to Zhang Zhou Wei, who had a baffled expression as he counted the items with the courier brother.

Meng Fan laughed when he saw them and took off his hat. Otherwise, in the hour that he'd been gone, Zhang Zhou Wei would have broke his phone with calls.

When Meng Fan took off his hat, Zhang Zhou Wei suddenly screamed, startling the courier. He finally remembered who asked him to sort the gifts.

"That's strange, why didn't I think of it just now, was it because I stayed up too late talking to Wang Ya Nan? That's not right, how come that guy hasn't returned in so long?!"

Lifting his head, Zhang Zhou Wei saw Meng Fan and jumped out of his skin. "Are you crazy?! Hurry and deal with the rest, I have to pee so bad my bladder's about to explode!"

"Pigeon is right. Your kidneys are bad."

"I'm freaking great, even if they get removed I can exchange it for two XS!"

Zhang Zhou Wei clenched his thighs together and left.

After packing everything and filling out the forms, Meng Fan carefully matched the addresses again with the courier before he drove off. He then sent the shipping numbers to Bee, telling him to send it to the others so they can view it anytime.

After this, it was almost time for Meng Fan to return to the track field and begin his warm up.

The men's 5000-meter final was the last event of the Academy sports meet. There were a good amount of people who participated, around twenty or so. Lining up along the starting line, Meng Fan was definitely the most stand out of them all. It had nothing to do with his validation, but his actual size.

Most of the contestants entering these long distance runs had thin figures, and even with Meng Fan's recent weight loss, he was still fat.

Before he began running, he was obese. Now, he was just fat. The reason he was not obese was because he appears much more stronger than he does due to fat.

Even if he was strong, everyone knows that people who were overweight do not have an advantage in long distance running, let alone a competition.

Everyone assumed it was normal for him to win the shot put and javelin championship, for they were strength based activities. However for running, even if Meng Fan live streamed a mini-marathon, nobody would think he was a champion.

To be honest, Meng Fan didn't even have confidence in himself.

And thus, the result was just what he'd expected.

There were about a dozen running enthusiasts and one freshman.

Looking up last year's results, the championship score was around 22 minutes or so. Meng Fan had used his black magic running shoes to simulate his best run for the 5000 meters with the optimal result being 23 minutes, so he was hopeful enough. However, he did not expect there to be a competitor who had a 20 minute run time, with a final score of 18 minutes and 05 seconds.

Of course, this score was very average compared to a real runner, not even reaching a third tier national athlete, but nonetheless a second tier one.𝑛𝒐𝓋𝞮𝓵𝑵𝑒xt.𝑐𝒪𝓂

And Meng Fan's final score had been 22 minutes and 01 seconds. If it had been last year, he would have won the championship, as he surpassed the previous champion, but this year, he took the second place.

Regarding this, Meng Fan was not qualified to feel disappointed. He wasn't even on the same level, how could he compete?

Of course, Meng Fan had a buddhist's mentality regarding this. After all, he knew it was already very difficult for someone with his body type to win anything from running. No matter how hard he trained, he could only be slightly stronger than an average person—which was already his original dream—perhaps in three months, six months, or a year, he might be qualified for the competition.

Fortunately, he had 'awoken' his skills in shot put and basket shooting!

Meng Fan slipped away after receiving his prize. He would not be attending the closing ceremony later that evening; the CGL basketball tournament's additional qualifier was scheduled to begin at 5:30.

Meng Fan had already signed up, and sent his best results to an organizer online. The score he submitted was 650, so he received a spot very smoothly.

Meng Fan returned to the dormitory and took a shower, then hailed a taxi and headed for the lower city. After getting off, he entered into the shopping mall whose arcade was hosting the competition, but as he arrived at the door, he froze.

"Iron Master, we've been waiting for you!"

Awaiting for him at the entrance were four cute girls in maid costumes. They were all modified mini skirt versions of the cosplay, with animal ears. Facing Meng Fan, they orderly bowed to him.

Iron Master?

Meng Fan could confirm that these girls were welcoming himself, and not the other contestants.

When the maids lifted their heads, Meng Fan immediately recognized the cute lolita girl who had asked him for his WeChat.

When she was cosplaying as a lolita, she had called him uncle. Now as a maid, she called him master. Her formalities are so clear!

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Chapter 120: Full of Satire

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"What's going on, what are you guys doing here?"

Meng Fan found that the three other cute girls looked familiar as well. He had seen them several times in the stands. They were probably classmates of Qu Jing Jing, the girl who had asked for his WeChat info.

"We're here to support you master!" Said Qu Jing Jing.

What kind of encouragement? He was already here and surrounded by posters of several previous basketball machine competitions, he did not waste his breath. Curiously, he asked, "How did you guys know I would be here?"

Qu Jing Jing happily spoke, "Jing Jing has watched master's stream, and I know your shooting skills are incredible. Jing Jing performed last year at the CGL basketball provincial finals, so I thought of master immediately after seeing your stream. I just checked the list of enrolled venues, then the storefront that was hosting the event today, and then I found it."

Another cute girl in a maid costume asked, "Master, do you not want us to cheer for you?"

The other cute girls in maid costumes all batted their big eyes at Meng Fan.

Meng Fan waved his hands and smiled helplessly. "Of course not, only…" He looked at the onlookers from the arcade that had been staring at him. "It's just a bit excessive."

"How is it excessive? During the sports meet, there were way more people cheering for you!"

Qu Jing Jing smiled as she spoke, then made a gesture with her hands. The four people stood on both sides of the arcade's entrance, bending their body as if welcoming their master home. Unanimously, they spoke, "Master, come in."

How can their act be so complete?

Meng Fan was terrified, but as a gentleman, he thought about it carefully; these cute girls were obviously happy in the act! Do you think they were purely trying to please you? Maybe they were just enjoying the process of being a maid… If you don't cooperate, what kind of a gentleman would you be?!

"Wait for me here!"

It was just a show after all, and his entire family was a vain bunch anyways, even producing a queen actress. Meng Fan waved his hand in an exaggerated motion, taking big strides as he coolly entered the venue.

The four cute girls who were bowed down were baffled.

That's now how the script works!

"Master, do you not like us, so you're making us wait outside?"

"Master are you angry because we came here on our own initiative?"

"If master doesn't like us, then why do we exist?!"

"Although master doesn't like us anymore, I still like you, master!"

"Right, even if I go to hell, my feelings for master won't change!"

The four maids were absorbed in their roles, chattering as they watched Meng Fan leave, full of bitterness and infatuation… But nobody called after Meng Fan, because their roles were meant to be mouthless attributes and be obedient to their master.

The mouthless attribute didn't mean they couldn't speak, but rather that they would never defy their master's orders.

The four weren't defiant in their roles but tried to use another method to change the Iron master's mind. Only they were so absorbed in the role… Would they really have to wait outside for half a day?!

If they really had to stay outside, they could only change their personas. It wasn't hard to change from mouthless attribute to arrogant attribute or a violet attribute.

Of course, Meng Fan was just joking with them and didn't expect it to end like this. He hurriedly motioned them to approach, not noticing all the guys in the arcade trying to murder him with their gaze.

To be honest, accepting the death glares of so many guys made Meng Fan pretty smug. After all, he was still not used to the fact that he was being welcomed by girls. Besides, who didn't have some vanity?

"Buddy, you're too savage!"

Da Fei, Pao bro, and the pink hat guy had arrived already. Pao bro wanted to enter the competition as well, while Da Fei and the Pink hat were only there to spectate. As they arrived, they noticed the four cute girls in maid costumes standing outside.

The pink hat guy, Ye Xiao An, tried to pick up one of the girls, but none of them took notice of him at all. After trying to flirt with them, he was hit with a firm rejection as they awaited their master.

At first, they were dazed, who would be this badass? But now they knew the culprit.

Meng Fan opened his mouth, but he didn't know how to respond. There was no need to explain, so he smiled and said in a Wenzhou dialect, "this figure still needs a chair."

Da Fei gave him a large thumbs up in respect.

There was still a bit of time before the competition started, so Qu Jing Jing went to help Meng Fan register, another cute girl checked his schedule and bought him a bottle of ice cola, the third one helped Meng Fan line up for a spot in front of the machines, and the last one waited alongside Meng Fan, awaiting his order.

All four girls were entertained in their characters, while Da Fei and the other two guys had their jaws on the floor, envious beyond compare.

Several of commotional teenagers approached to flirt with the girls, including Ye Xiao An, who thought that knowing Meng Fan would give him an advantage. However, he was greeted with a polite, unified statement, "Master won't be pleased!"

Ye Xiao An even asked Meng Fan directly, "Would you be upset?"

Meng Fan cooperated. "Of course!"

"I will defeat your master!"

An unsuccessful pursuer said what all the boys wanted to say.

Qu Jing Jing responded all the statements from the other guys wanting to "kill" Meng Fan. "We don't like master because of how strong he is! Although master is invincible!"

This wave of operations was full of satirical value!

Pao's brother, who also signed up for the competition silently retreated away from this cursed place. Ye Xiao An abruptly stood in front of the group that had been ridiculed, leaving Da Fei cackling next to Meng Fan, speaking in the Wenzhou dialect that people not from the province could understand. Strictly speaking, if you weren't from the same part of the province, it would be difficult to understand—either way, he had received the admission ticket early.

What could Meng Fan do? He was also helpless as well. He couldn't just put on the hat; it would be troublesome if the entire crowd lost a piece of their memory.

But it was okay to have confidence, at least, nobody would threaten him in this venue's competition.

Of course, he also knew that most of the people here were just spectating and joining in the fun.

As for the warm up that began at 5:30, Meng Fan would not be participating.

The official event began at 6:00.

The competition was divided into preliminaries and finals.

The preliminaries were divided into three groups, with ten people per group. There were a total of thirty three people who had passed the registration review.

The preliminaries would include eleven people shooting at the same time, in the order of groups A, B and C. Each person would have one chance to shoot, and the top ten players would advance into the finals.

Meng Fan was assigned #6 in group C, the most central position in the row of machines. His debut could be considered C spot.

"Master, group A preliminaries are about to begin."

Qu Jing Jing, who had been deeply absorbed in the act handed the iced cola with a straw near Meng Fan's mouth while speaking softly, "Did master forget something else?"

Meng Fan, who had long gotten used to their acts looked at her curiously.

"Master, you haven't streamed yet!"𝑛𝒐𝓋𝞮𝓵𝑵𝑒xt.𝑐𝒪𝓂

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Chapter 121: Sorry

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"Stream?"

"Of course, doesn't master always stream his basketball machine games? The competition is a great stream material. Master, are you sure you don't want to turn it on?"

"I guess."

Meng Fan thought for a moment and took out his phone, logging into 8th Station. "Then can you hold the phone for me? Try not to film anyone else for too long. They might not want to be on stream."

"Master is so considerate!"

Qu Jing Jing directed the camera at Meng Fan while patting herself on the chest to ensure. "Jing Jing did not intend to film others."

Meng Fan smiled bitterly, pounding his chest heroically. This was too inconsistent, but he didn't know if he should remind her to get into character.

"Wow, you hit 1000 viewers so fast."

Qu Jing Jing was naturally very familiar with the operation page of the stream. After asking Meng Fan, she changed the announcement so that the netizens who would join would have an idea regarding what the host was streaming.

The three other cute girls in maid costumes also gathered to see; they then quickly entered their roles and resumed their place next to Meng Fan. They didn't come just to be on camera, but it was okay to indulge a little. Although it didn't benefit them directly to be on stream, it was still spiritually enjoyable!

The four of them were all students from the animation department and avid cosplay enthusiasts. They often participated in various performances and platform activities. They weren't at the level of seeking to be famous, but they would always cherish an opportunity to perform.

With tens of thousands of viewers, there was no better "stage" than Meng Fan's stream.

Of course, if Meng Fan insisted on not streaming, they wouldn't turn their faces and leave, although they would be slightly disappointed.

They had a good impression of Meng Fan, though it wasn't strong enough to like him, but they were all willing to interact and get to know him further.

It made sense. Who wasn't a little selfish? Otherwise, why would they come so far to this event to perform… They could have just find another "master" anywhere.

The cute girls appeared in the stream window once again, only in a different maid costume than what they wore during the day. The netizens were overjoyed. Looking again, they realized he was going to stream the Hangzhou qualifiers of the CGL basketball competition this evening, but who cared about that? It was trivial. What mattered was the presence of the pretty girls… There would be a show tonight.

The preliminaries began at 6:00. At this time, the number of viewers in the stream room exceeded 10,000, and it was still rapidly rising.

The contestants in Group A got in place with eleven people standing in front of eleven respective machines. Before they began, the machines had been tested by the staff of the CGL organization, ensuring they met the requirements for the competition.

Pao bro was in group A, and he was assigned to machine #5.

"From the registration results for this event, Pao bro is going to become pummeled like gunpowder."

Da Fei gave a big encouraging thumbs up to Pao, but his words to Meng Fan were not encouraging in the least. "The grouping is based on registration results, plus in both Groups A and B, they've added a squid from group C to increase the viewing pleasure. I took a look at it, and everyone in group A had a score between 400 and 500, so this includes Pao. The squid's score was 550. If the registration results were not fake and everyone played normally, Pao bro won't be able to make it to top 5 this round."

"So you're saying there are five people who registered today with scores over 680?" Meng Fan's registration score was 680, so he placed 6th in group C.

"Of course not, anything over 600 is already city level. The internal order of the group is obviously disrupted. Judging by the registration results, you're number two. Another guy reported 685, only five points more than you."

Da Fei pointed at one of the players awaiting his turn. It wasn't some in-depth analysis but just mere banter. "This guy didn't play his best during the qualifiers, so he came to the store to get an admission ticket. Of course, with your skills, even if you play poorly and someone else played extraordinarily well, you will still get the championship."

To Da Fei, Meng Fan was a god that was able to score 800 points!

Group A's event ended fast indeed just like Da Fei predicted. The average strength from group A was not strong, and all the scores hovered in the 400 to 500 point zone. Pao scored 435, and even the squid with a 550 registration score had been negatively affected and only scored 500. There was even one halfhearted brother who suddenly collapsed and gave up, scoring in the low 100s.

Coincidentally, this was the same scummy youth who had promised the cute girls in maid costumes that he would beat the iron tower.

The scummy youth almost cried out. He suddenly ran toward Meng Fan and fiercely came to a halt. Immediately, he bowed to Meng Fan. "Sorry, I was bull sh*tting!"

His action startled Meng Fan out of his skin. Meng Fan didn't know how to comfort him. He then thought about it and handed him a tissue. He let it sank in for a second. "Wipe your mouth, it's not good to have your lungs be too powerful."

The scummy youth holding the tissue hesitated for a long time before responding.

On the side, people were already laughing out loud. It made sense now why these four maids had followed this guy as their master. He really was a gentleman.

After they recorded the scores, group B began getting ready.

Without question, group B was much stronger than group A. The final results all scored above 450 with three people exceeding 500 and the highest being 575. The highest score was from a squid stuck in with a registration score of 590.

Quickly, it was Meng Fan's turn when group C's turn approached.

"You guys have to destroy this demon king!"

Meng Fan was still heading to his position when he heard the cry of indignation. Of course, it was the same scummy youth. He didn't know if it was he who realized or if someone had told him.

Only this voice was quickly covered while the four maids, including Qu Jing Jing, waved their small fists in the air and turned on their glow sticks, cheering for Meng Fan. "Master you can do it!"

And they said that in Japanese.

It wasn't the volume that overwhelmed the scummy youth but the sweetness, numbness, and the exotic stimulation…

The jealousy that had subsided among the onlookers was ignited once again. They were all here for the same competition, so why was the difference so big?

Envy could make one ugly. It could make one angry, and it could make one unrecognizable. It could make one's heart accelerate, and it could make one's genes mutate. Envy could make… Envy could make one jealous!

'I wish I had an army of maids with me everywhere I go!'

"Kill the demon king, save the maid army!"

It wasn't clear who said that, but it suddenly became the slogan to derail Meng Fan.

Meng Fan was stunned. 'Sure, you can come after me, but how can you involve saving the maids too? Can you not see that I am the passive one here?'

Upon seeing this, the organizers were also baffled. How could the scene of the game change on such a whim!

It was rather… Interesting?!

The event was just about to begin, but the organizer remained still as the slogan was called out several times.

It was even more lively in the stream room, where the viewers had taken out their stools and were munching on sunflower seeds, waving a small flag on the verge of joining the cheers…

Finally, the competition began. Meng Fan converted his depression into power and began without holding back.

Whoosh whoosh. His first round was not the greatest, netting a score of 231. However, he found the feeling during the second round, scoring 470. He then made 666 points by the third round. His final score was 745.

This result was all too familiar to Meng Fan, who had already accomplished it on several arcade machines. If he had warmed up, this would have been a negative performance. But to the spectators, it was different. By the third round, the crowd was silent.

After group C finished their game, they all immediately rushed to check Meng Fan's score. Seeing his result, their attitudes seemed to have been affected by the scummy youths, crowding over to apologize.𝑛𝒐𝓋𝞮𝓵𝑵𝑒xt.𝑐𝒪𝓂

"Sorry, I was also bull sh*tting!"

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Chapter 122: Black Out Operation

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"Sorry, I was also bullsh*tting!"

"Sorry, I was also bullsh*tting!"

Group C's players all ran up to Meng Fan to apologize, turning to leave immediately. The scene was interesting to see. It was touching, friendly and… peaceful.

All the onlookers were dumbfounded. Where was this going?

The stream was even more lively.

"666!"

"This scene is too funny, hahaha!"

"This turn of events… Even books don't dare to write like this!"

"Hahaha, who wasn't a decent person in their past life!"

"I bow to the master!"

"OTL…"

"Apologizing and leaving, they're afraid of the fatty gifting them tissues!"

"God, why do I feel for this bunch of people!"

"Not just feels, I'm crying!"

"Contributing to a harmonious society!"

Meng Fan was baffled, not expecting it to be like this. However, the organizers from CGL qualifiers were so cute!

This scene did not surprise Da Fei at all.

Like today's preliminary rounds at the arcade, everyone knew the skill level of the contestants was not high. If they had been good, they would have entered the city level competition. At that time, nobody would have thought Hangzhou's preliminaries would be so heated.

After the qualifiers, all the high-level players got tickets to the main event. It was rare for some squid to screw up and end up there, like the one present today.

Hence, the organizers predicted that a score of 650 would be the top 3; they even capped the score.

Based on the registration results, this seemed to be the case. There were only three people with a score of over 650, which included Meng Fan's 680. The loose squid scored around 685.

The average player's registration results were submitted based on the selected results from one of their most recent ten or hundred games. Usually, the registration score was based on a player's most exceptional performance.

But this iron hero with his army of maids had registered with a score of 680 and achieved 745 in the tournament!

Even the organizers were amazed, nonetheless the other competitors.

To the contestants, these opponents were way beyond their level. It wasn't an exaggeration to say that it was like a high school basketball team that encountered the provincial team. 'They'd have you on your knees!'

Even Da Fei, a city level contestant, had been knocked down on his knees, nonetheless the regular competitors.𝓃𝑂𝓋𝑬𝑳𝓷𝔢xt.𝓒𝒐𝑚

But even with this in mind, the apologetic scene was still unexpected. Only, as it happened, they felt it was very reasonable.

"Master, you've worked hard!"

The sound of the four cute girls in maid costumes greeting their master was enough to pull everyone back to reality.

They were convinced and Meng Fan had their respect.

Did their envy disappear?

Of course not!

"We can lose the competition, but master must die!"

It was unclear who yelled in anger, but everyone else began to chime along, laughing as they chanted.

The fickle netizens in the stream heard this and laughed. Immediately, all the live comments read—

"Don't be a p*ssy, just do it!"

They were evidently cheering on the people at the scene!

Trying to stay in character, Qu Jing Jing grievously held back her laughter, but her body could not be suppressed as it trembled uncontrollably.

The four maids in cosplay wanted to surprise Meng Fan by coming there, but they never expected him to be the one to surprise them. This was way too interesting, not to mention the strange feeling that came with it.

Seeing Meng Fan approach from the shooting machine, she directed the phone camera at Meng Fan.

Meng Fan took a look and smiled, pausing for a minute to think. "Do you know what kind of operation can make 70,000 people blind at the same time?"

Qu Jing Jing paused for a moment and shook her head.

Meng Fan reached his finger and covered the camera.

Pfft.

Qu Jing Jing couldn't contain it anymore and laughed out loud.

It was respectable for a stream host to do this!

"I'm leaving. You're hurting my self-esteem!"

"Cancelling my subscription!"

"This is a dark moment for us netizens, but it's also a dark moment for you, Meng fatty!"

"Reject the host's atrocities, fickle netizens, let's all unsubscribe!"

"There are millions of hosts on this channel. What's one less fatso?"

"You're trying to kill us with one finger? You're underestimating us!"

"I, Wang Jing Ze, would rather die watching someone else's stream before watching your stream again!"

"~~~ Smells good!"

After the organizers counted the results from group C, they quickly announced the ten people that advanced into the finals. Meng Fan had the highest score to nobody's surprise.

Aside from Meng Fan, the highest score was 671, which was scored by the squid who accidentally screwed up in qualifying for the city competition. His registration score was 685, and he scored 671. It was a considerably good turnout.

Before seeing Meng Fan's score, he was 100% confident he would advance as the first seed and receive the ticket in the first place as well.

The finals was split into three rounds.

The first round would have all ten contestants shoot at once, and the top six from those results would advance into round two.

In the second round, six people would shoot at the same time, and the top three would enter the third round. All three of these contestants would receive a ticket for the city level competition.

The third round was a round-robin with each person having only one chance to shoot to determine the final ranking.

The order of the final round was going to be determined by the results of the previous rounds, so the person with the best score would shoot last.

The finals was divided into several rounds mostly to extend the duration of the competition. The organizers went through a lot of trouble to receive these three city-level entry tickets, so they didn't want them to be obtained in a mere eight hours. Also, the CGL basketball tournament was meant to be a warm-up.

This arcade was meant for individual contestants while the city level competition was divided into individual contestants, men's doubles and mixed doubles. The competition process was much more simple as well.

Five minutes after the advancing players were announced, the first round of the finals began.

Meng Fan still stood in front of the No.6 machine. Evidently, this was a special arrangement planned by the organizers.

Although everyone could see Meng Fan had the championship on lockdown, the organizers still wished Meng Fan could perform at his best. Even if a familiarized machine wouldn't help much, at least it wouldn't affect his play.

For a 750 point scoring god to spawn from their venue, the organizers felt they had already profited.

After the game started, almost everyone present piled behind Meng Fan, and all of them had their phones out while they wait. Although they all spoke of wanting to kill Meng Fan, they were all very well behaved.

After the first round ended, Meng Fan scored 751 points. It was a better score than the preliminaries, and everyone present felt nothing but respect. There wasn't much luck to begin with in this game, so this master was very consistent indeed!

As consistent as Meng Fan was, the other participants were obviously not as consistent. Basically, they had performed worse than the preliminaries. The biggest difference came from the squid, who botched his registration score.

His preliminary score was 671, but during the first round of the finals, he only scored 602. He still easily advanced into the second round, but it exposed the reason behind his failure during the qualifiers.

In the second round, Meng Fan scored 758, another score that people looked up to.

The squid that slipped through the net had completely collapsed, scoring 584 points. He came in fifth, forfeiting his opportunity for the top three, and his chances at the CGL city level qualifiers.

He heaved a deep sigh. He felt slightly hopeless and helpless.

It was a confirmation that he was not a competitive player; strictly speaking, he was an easily frustrated player.

"You put too much pressure on yourself."

Everyone's eyes were concentrated on Meng Fan. Nobody noticed the desolate expression of the squid except for Da Fei, who could count as an acquaintance. Da Fei walked over and lightly hammered his chest with his fists.

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Chapter 123: Eight Hundred Soldiers Run for the North

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"Sometimes, you do not compete against others but against yourself."

Da Fei tossed out his chicken soup for the soul, realizing he was not a player that was good at demonstrating love. Instead, he tried to analyze the squid's plays in hopes of giving him some help.

"During the last qualifiers, you had a good score. According to your pace, you could have scored the ticket into the city level competition. But during the second round, you just had to look at Yang San Shou in your group. His score was only a little bit better than yours, but you were so triggered you collapsed in the third round. Today was the same. You were 100% able to make top 3, but you had to challenge a god before breaking down all over again."

"You should be able to tell, 758 isn't even his cap. Let me put it this way. I know this god; 800 is not even his limit. His potential is limitless! So if you can focus on your own game…"

"Fei bro, stop talking, my brain hurts!" The squid looked bitter. "I know you want to comfort me, but you're really not suitable for this task."

"Who says I don't know how to comfort people!" Da Fei was unhappy when he heard that. Although he wasn't familiar with chicken soup for the soul, he still thought he was a comforting figure. "Isn't your condition now much better than before? Isn't this the result of my comforting? What's this called again… Oh right, break down therapy!"

"Fei bro, just now I collapsed from shooting, but now my soul wants to break down."

Da Fei smiled awkwardly. It made sense. When he saw the worried look plastered over the squid's face, he hurried over to console him. Who knew that the other party just collapsed from shooting and not mentally? It seemed he had blown things out of proportion.

Of course, Da Fei still felt gratified even after confirming his excessive actions.

"Fei bro, you just said that this iron master doesn't even cap at 800 points; is that true?" The squid asked him curiously. 750 was the score of a god already while 800 could be considered in the range of a true god. With that score, he could secure the top three in the provincial qualifiers and maybe even make it into national qualifiers.

Da Fei nodded. "I've seen him score 800."

"Then I guess we won't be seeing that today? After all, 750 is already crushing enough."

"Maybe not."𝓃𝑂𝓋𝑬𝑳𝓷𝔢xt.𝓒𝒐𝑚

Soon, the third round of the finals began, concluding the event for the day.

Usually the finale was the most exciting event to watch, but now, it seemed the championship was already locked down.

The third round was a round-robin. Meng Fan, who was relaxing a little bit knowing they had earned the qualifier tickets, had two players go before him. Their final scores were pretty good. They were all better than their previous round.

"BuddAY!"

Meng Fan got into position when Da Fei suddenly bellowed out. "Let's see an eight hundred!"

He was speaking in mandarin now, and everyone understood.

"Eight hundred! Eight hundred! Eight hundred!"

Da Fei started to clap, leading the rhythm as everyone chimed.

This wasn't the first time a slogan had appeared at this venue, and everyone had gotten used to it by now. After understanding what it roughly meant, they eventually began to chant along.

"Eight hundred! Eight hundred! Eight hundred!"

"Eight hundred! Eight hundred! Eight hundred!"

Meng Fan paused for a moment. He slightly turned his body toward Da Fei. "Eight hundred soldiers run for the north, but the gunmen didn't run toward the north?"

"Are you insane!"

Da Fei was defeated. "Where the f*ck are you from that you don't have a clue? Who asked you to recite tongue twisters!"

"Of course, unless you want me to sing it?" Meng Fan joked.

Unexpectedly, as the words left his mouth, a voice suddenly piped in. "I can do that!"

The person was Pao, holding a cell phone in his hands. It was playing music, and soon he was singing along to the famous curry song "Aankhein-Khuli". "Eight hundred soldiers run for the north, but the gunmen didn't run toward the north. The gunmen were scared of touching the soldiers while the soldiers were afraid to touch the gunmen's guns. Red squid green squid and the donkey were…."

Everyone was dumbstruck.

'Who am I? Where am I? Why am I at some gay championships for a high school tongue twister competition?'

"The sixty-six-year-old Mr Liu lassoed sixty six bulls…"

The pink hat guy strongly resisted the urge to break into a dance along the divine song. He headed over to Pao and forcibly covered his mouth, dragging him back.

Pao bro's bad habit of showing off his tongue twister skills in front of Da Fei couldn't be dulled so easily. He had completely let himself go as there was an extra Wenzhou person present today!

After a curry-flavored tune, the competition continued. Meng Fan gave everyone the face, accelerating his speed to 85% of his maximum and scoring exactly 800 points.

When the dust fell, the applause sounded.

After the championship was announced, a ding sounded off in his mind.

"Ding! Decision successfully made. You've received 1 champion honor point."

This time around, the preliminaries for Hangzhou city-level competition counted as below provincial level, so the reward had to undergo assessment. But with the two previous championships to "pad" his chances, he finally succeeded this time around.

Meng Fan immediately looked at the progress bar for [I am a Champion]. His experience had increased by 1 point, reaching 1/100.

[I am A Champion] only had one task process, and what made it unique was that with each 1 point he attained, he would immediately be rewarded with "full attribute 0.5%".

This reward was a permanent buff, which would always be beneficial to Meng Fan.

What did it mean to be permanent? Simply put, no matter how many attributes Meng Fan gained in the future, the buff would empower the current attributes and increase the stats based on the same ratios.

Of course, the attributes here referred to the attributes rewarded to him by the system and not his existing attributes.

For example, the precision attribute he earned was 13. Meng Fan probably had some precision before beginning the task, maybe 0.1? Therefore, his current attribute score for precision should be around 13.1.

The buff was effective on the "13 points", so Meng Fan's existing "0.1 points" did not count for anything.

Another example, if the system rewarded Meng Fan an attribute in the future, it would also receive a "0.5% increase". At the same time, even if Meng Fan's existing throwing precision was at 100 points, he would not receive the effects of the buff.

Another thing to note was that the system would reward Meng Fan with new attributes in the future. When he triggered the new task [Old Fellow, My Heart is Broken, he would receive 10 length as a reward. The new attribute would then receive the buff.

Meng Fan was only so diligent about completing this task because of the permanent buff this reward gave him. Even if it was just 1 champion honor point worth only 0.5% buff, he was reluctant to let it go.

A 0.5% buff gain could be applied to his accuracy score; that meant an increase of 0.065 in accuracy!

For now, this buff gain was basically nothing.

But once they accumulate, it would be different. His total gains could go up exponentially!

"Congratulations!"

The organizers gave Meng Fan and the other two contestants their award. In addition to the symbolic flowers and trophies, there was also a more substantial reward. A 3000 video game recharge card at the arcade and a SPALDING basketball.

It involved several group photos, registration for the Hangzhou competition, as well as receiving the game schedule…

The procedures were finished.

"Today's stream will end here. Oh, I've sent out all the purchases from the art sale. Bee should have sent all the recipients the courier number. If you don't receive anything, please contact Bee. Oh oh oh, there's more …"

As he spoke, Meng Fan reached out and covered the phone camera with his fingers. Laughing, he logged off the stream.

Qu Jing Jing was once again baffled. Was this the operation where he covered the camera mid-sentence?

"Come on, I'll treat you guys to some food."

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Chapter 124: Self Publish

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The arcade was located inside a shopping center, so Meng Fan took Qu Jing Jing and the three other girls along with Da Fei, Pao, and pink hat guy to the fifth floor, which was dedicated to restaurants.

It was already 7:00 pm, and Meng Fan hadn't eaten yet. After asking the opinions of the cute girls and discovering they had come without eating first, they decided on a place that served Jiangsu and Zhejiang cuisine.

As for the opinions of the other three people and Da Fei; he didn't have to ask to know that they had none.

They happily ate a meal together, leaving the mall and hailed two cabs as a cluster of eight people. The four cute girls took one, and the four rough men took the other.𝓃𝑂𝓋𝑬𝑳𝓷𝔢xt.𝓒𝒐𝑚

Da Fei and the other guys were headed to a place not far from the Academy of Arts, so they got out of the car first. Meng Fan directed the driver to his neighborhood without heading back to school.

He had finally gained the first point from the task [I am A Champion]. With this ticket into the city level qualifiers, Meng Fan would have a chance to enter the provincial level competition.

He had learned quite a bit from Da Fei. Although there were some master tier players in Hangzhou, as it was one of the top three provinces, he knew it wouldn't be difficult to win the championship, which would win him another championship honor point.

After the city qualifiers came the provincial finals. If he could win that as well, that would be another point.

After that would be the national qualifiers. If he could win that, it would be two more champion honor points.

Meng Fan knew that it was a long-term goal to complete the task [I am a Champion]. Based on his current situation, arcade basketball was a feasible way to earn honor points, so he didn't want to miss out on any events.

After taking the arcade's championship, Meng Fan's next task was undoubtedly his manga.

Qin Jiao had already helped him complete most of the procedures required for publishing. All Meng Fan needed to do was speed up his creations so he could finish a full volume for Qin Jiao to submit for trial.

Including the manuscripts he currently had, the manga had reached its eighth chapter. According to the length of "Guide to Campus RoMANce", it would be easy to publish a volume with nine chapters. However, because of the plot development—which had no ups and downs but still carried a little plot—Meng Fan felt it was better to publish each volume with 10 chapters each.

He was okay with having broken chapters, but it would be too excessive if they broke each chapter.

He worked on the manga until 12:00 am and stopped for a break. After seeing a message from Wu Tong, he chatted with her for a while before checking his other updates.

Several of them were from the newly added campus editor from Penguin Animation Network.

"Hello, junior."

"I've read all of "Guide to Campus RoMANce" and not just once either. I've also seen you stream the illustrations."

"Your drawing skills are top-notch in the industry, and the style is very comfortable to look at too, forming your own unique style. However, it is undeniable that there are still some shortcomings in the mangas scriptwriting and storyboard. It seems that "Guide to Campus RoMANce" has its scriptwriter."

"I'm disappointed that you can't sign a contract with us because you want to publish your own novel, but at the same time, I still hope to collaborate with you. Coincidentally, I have a suitable collaboration opportunity here, which is the readaptation of a novel into a manga. We will provide you with a special story writer and scriptwriter. If you need an assistant, we can provide that as well."

"Presently, we have a few novels that have been adapted into manga with a few famous ones. I don't know if you have any plans to participate in a manga adaptation? You can choose any novel you like."

After reading this, Meng Fan slapped his thigh. He suddenly remembered Mr. Sleepy!

Didn't Mr. Sleepy speak to him about adapting his novel "There's a Spirit Underground" into a manga? He agreed to give him a response within a week. It seemed like the time should be up by… now?

It was even more rare that Mr. Sleepy did not rush him. Even if his updates were not diligent, he was still diligent toward everything else. Maybe he was being so passive because of issues related to his novel?

With Meng Fan's current skills, his drawing abilities far exceeded his scriptwriting ones. If he was going to take up manga creation, novel adaptations would be a wise choice.

On the other hand, Penguin Animation Network possessed a lot of resources to be mastered. Everything else aside, it was a warehouse of literature. There were way too many novels that needed to be adapted into a manga. The editor was right. He could pick any novel he wanted.

If Meng Fan really wanted to adapt a manga, his first choice would definitely be "There's a Spirit Underground".

Even if Mr. Sleepy hadn't contacted him himself, Meng Fan was still familiar with the contents, so "There's a Spirit Underground" would be his first choice, regardless.

As for his conditions, especially the pay was all an afterthought to Meng Fan.

He thought about it carefully before sending Mr. Sleepy a WeChat message. "Does the manga you mentioned the other day still need to be adapted?"

Mr. Sleepy responded very quickly. "Of course!"

He sent another message, a picture of a train ticket.

"I thought you forgot about it, I already bought a train ticket. I was prepared to go to Hangzhou tomorrow and block you at your school!"

Meng Fan smiled bitterly. "I agree to the adaptation. But it will be a few days before I can actually begin. Is that alright?"

Mr. Sleepy said, "That's not a big problem, but you can't make me wait too long. I'm good at loving but not at waiting."

Meng Fan straight up did not reply and sent a message to Yi Xin. "Sorry senior, I already have a novel I will be adapting. But after I finish that one, it will be serialized on Penguin Animation Network, probably. We will have an opportunity for cooperation."

"What's the genre?"

"Spiritual/horror."

"… I am the campus editor."

"At this point, I can be the campus spooky spirit too."

Meng Fan didn't joke with him this time. The main character for "There's A Spirit Underground" was a student, and the setting was inside a school campus. All the following scenes occur within the campus too, so it wasn't an exaggeration to say he was the campus spirit.

After chatting for a while, he returned to his conversation with Wu Tong and continued to draw.

After Liang Qing left, Wu Tong also returned to the next stop of the Academy fine arts exhibition. There was a lot to share, and she had learned a lot. However, compared with the experience of being Liang Qing's personal assistant, it was not enough at all.

For the next two days, Meng Fan spent most of his time on "Guide to Campus RoMANce". After finishing ten chapters, he even found time to touch up some aspects to ensure it passed the assessment.

After organizing it, he handed it off to Qin Jiao.

Qin Jiao sent the publication to the publishing house that morning, and the results came back before 5:00 pm. He had successfully passed the trial. Since he already attained a book number, he could publish it at any time.

The publisher was also willing to publish the manga, but the given period was relatively long and uncertain. For the entire procedure to be complete, it would take at least half a month.

In fact, half a month was already very fast. But Meng Fan couldn't wait, so he chose to pay it himself.

Of course, if it weren't for his relationship with Qin Jiao, the publishing house might have scheduled it faster than if he paid for it himself.

But because of his relationship with Qin Jiao, the cost of reading, editing, typesetting, printing, packaging, etc were all greatly reduced, and the cost of publishing and management fees could not have been lower. Meng Fan decided to print 1000 copies initially, and with everything included, it added up to about ten or twenty thousand. The base cost of one copy was the same as a book that cost $5000, and the quality was great too.

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Chapter 125: Professional Manga Artist

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"Everything is set up this fast?"

Meng Fan had spoken with Xing Ta Ge of his publishing plans. After telling Xing Ta Ge that everything was settled and he was awaiting the print, Xing Ta Ge was amazed. How could this guy f*cking publish like a charity, printing whenever and whatever he wanted so fast?

After seeing Meng Fan nod, he took out his phone to transfer money before he sheepishly laughed. "I have to pay my car loans soon, and I'll only have about 2000 ish dollars left. I'll give you 2000 first, and I'll pay the rest later."

He was the scriptwriter of this manga, plus he provided the story, and he was also the one to propose the manga. Of course, he had to pay for a portion of this souvenir publication.

"This is enough."

Meng Fan hadn't planned on making Xing Ta Ge pay for any of it. After all, he only went through so much to publish it because of the rewards he would receive. In fact, it didn't need to be published at all.

He thought about it and didn't refuse. "I printed a thousand copies. You can take 100 of them to gift people or put on your bookshelf. The other 900 will be mine. I am planning to give them out to my netizens on stream."

"Is it really enough? Don't trick me."

"Really."

"Alright then!"

With this, the task of publishing was finally complete. He just had to wait for the books to print. He hoped for everything to go smoothly.

After changing into his sportswear, Meng fan headed for the track field. It was 6:00 pm and nobody was there.

Since the sports meet ended, there was no need for a last-minute practice. And the several pairs of couples who usually frequent the track had gone off to dinner. The track felt particularly empty. Looking across, there were less than ten people.

Meng Fan did his 10 kilometers and headed back to his dorm. Since he had just dealt with the publishing matter, he decided to stay at home after eating the dinner that Chen Da Qiang brought for him. While lying on his bed, he began to read manga and play video games. This corrupted feeling felt almost too good.

During the last few days, Meng Fan didn't return to the dormitory since his roommates knew he had been working on the manuscript outside of school. They also knew of his house close to the campus.

Although they knew Meng Fan's family background was well off, they were still quite surprised. After all, the prices of the housing near the academy were surprising indeed.

When Meng Fan returned that night, all three people in the dorm had been cooperative in being home. The four of them minded their own affairs while chatting occasionally, forming a harmonious atmosphere.

"When did you start playing Pesticide (Mobile Legends)?"

Meng Fan came out of the washroom to see Zhang Zhou Wei engrossed in his game.

"You haven't been back these days, so you don't know." Chen Da Qiang laughed as he explained, "Wang Ya Nan has been pressing Zhang Zhou Wei lately to study for the postgraduate exam, but the pressure was too big, so he suggested to Wang Ya Nan to allow him a game that could combine play and work. So Wang Ya Nan agreed to his request and allowed him to play Pesticide because she also played occasionally."

Xing Ta Ge added, "The two of them have poison. It's normal to couple up and play games together, but do you know what kind of f*cking name they gave themselves?"

Meng Fan was curious, so he carefully looked toward Zhang Zhou Wei. Zhang Zhou Wei was playing the character, Angela, probably because it was his most played character. His in-game name was… Angela poos!

Meng Fan almost scrunched his nose in disgust. "You are really a spectacle."

Curious, he asked, "What's Wang Ya Nan's IGN?"

Zhang Zhou Wei moved his finger, controlling his character Angela near the character Arthur. Meng Fan could see very clearly the IGN above Arthur's head—Arthur Delivers TP!

Then, the game screen on Zhang Zhou Wei's mobile phone suddenly retreated from the dungeon to his home base. GG!

His home was almost gone while they were still farming beasts in the dungeons!

"The two of you must be entertained and relaxed, but your teammates must be vomiting blood! I didn't think Wang Ya Nan would agree to this game." Meng Fan was really speechless.

Zhang Zhou Wei chuckled toward Chen Da Qiang and Xing Ta Ge. "You two have the nerve to mock others? Your names aren't much better!"

He then turned to Meng Fan. "Do you know what their names are? One of them is called Xiao Hou Dun Squatting; the other is called Cao Cao on Lookout."

"Squatting in the outhouse?"𝓃𝑂𝓋𝑬𝑳𝓷𝔢xt.𝓒𝒐𝑚

Meng Fan scrunched his nose again. "What do you guys have against washrooms?"

Xing Ta Ge smiled slyly. "Originally we planned to call ourselves Big Ba and Small Ba, but Da Qiang didn't want to. He was scared we'll get banned."

Meng Fan paused for a moment, thinking of the specialty in the names. They all began with a character's name from the game. Combined with Xing Ta Ge's perverted mind, he quickly recalled the character from the game. That would surely get them banned!

"Come come come, let's play one; the four of us plus Ya Nan."

Meng Fan was dragged into the game with them. He had downloaded the game previously and played about a dozen times. He was even ranked bronze II!

To cooperate with them, he used the free name change card to change his IGN to match theirs. The name Jiang Zi Ya toothache was taken, and Sun Shang Xiang Sausage was also taken as well. Pei Qin Hu Kou was also taken… But Ming Shi Ying Cancer… Hehehe. That name was successful.

"This is very fitting!"

"How does that song go again!"

The three of them were laughing uncontrollably.

"Let's start the game; are we playing or not?"

Meng Fan entered the game in a sullen mood. They had just started when the sound appeared 5 seconds before the enemy minions spawned. Meng Fan saw the opposing team's "Short Legs" message.

"Just by looking at their names, I can tell it's a pair of couples on the other side and one single dog!"

During this game, Meng Fan savagely killed the short legs 11 times.

At five o'clock the next day, Meng Fan suddenly paused as he was preparing to head outside for his run. Then, his face turned into an ecstatic smile, frightening Zhang Zhou Wei, who was just about to leave for his date. While clutching his chest, Zhang Zhou Wei said to Meng Fan, "Fatty, you have someone who likes you now, and I have a master. Do you have to be so straightforward and covet my beauty?"

"Get lost, hahaha!"

Meng Fan continued to laugh as he left without changing. He didn't bother explaining to Zhang Zhou Wei and left the room with his art tube.

Just now, an alert sounded off in his head. The [Manga Artist] task was finally complete. He earned 100 points, 3 drawing skills, 3 set design, 3 screenwriting."

This also meant that the publishing house had printed his novels, and the process had been correct and aligned to the system's judgment.

The publishing house was efficient indeed. Meng Fan felt it was well worth the price.

Of course, he knew that it wouldn't be finished overnight if it weren't for Qin Jiao.

In addition, after completing the [Manga Artist] task, another alert triggered, signaling an upgrade of the task!

"Ding! You've triggered the achievement task [Professional Manga Artist]."

"The task requires serialization of one manga or three manga projects with ten individual volumes and reach a total sales of 100,000 units."

"Upon completion, you will receive the title [Professional Manga Artist] (Drawing skills 5, Set design 5, screenwriting 5) "

Meng Fan prepared to take his art tube home and feel the changes in these new attributes. Only before he even reached the entrance, a call from Qin Jiao came.

"The publisher called and said you can pick up the books today. Where are you now?"

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Chapter 126: Someone Else's Sister

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"I'm at the school gate."

"If you want to get them today, you can make it if you go now."

"I'll head over now."

Meng Fan hung up the receiver and called Xing Ta Ge. Soon, Xing Ta Ge pulled up in his highlander outside the school gate to pick up Meng Fan.

The publisher was located in Hangzhou, and the printing factory was there too. It was not far from the art academy, about a 20 minute drive.

Books could be picked up or delivered, but they were close by, and Meng Fan was looking forward to seeing it early, so he wanted to pick it up himself.

Since Qin Jiao called him, he didn't have to show the receipt before receiving the books.

"Do you want a car to deliver these to you?" Said the guy who awaited Meng Fan. He was a very polite middle-aged man.

"It's fine. We drove here, so it should fit."

The middle-aged man saw the car and told some staff members to help pack the boxes in. The highlander had a lot of space in the back, and the trunk was not small either. They had no problem loading 1000 books.

In half an hour or so, the highlander appeared outside Meng Fan's neighborhood. Foreign vehicles needed to be registered to enter, so the car was parked outside the unit. Meng Fan carried a box of books in each hand as he walked in without missing a breath while Xing Ta Ge struggled under the weight of one.

"Pigeon, the body is the capital of the revolution. If you continue conducting your 'business' in a car, you'll have to exercise."

"Get lost. I don't have hand strength, but my hips are great. I don't have godlike hand speed like you."

"What do you mean good hips, look at your slouchy spine?"

The two bickered as they quickly loaded the books in the elevator. Once they arrived at his floor, they moved the boxes out while Meng Fan unlocked the door.

"Do you have any water?"

"In the fridge. Go find it yourself."

Xing Ta Ge entered the apartment while Meng Fan continued to move the boxes.

"Holy sh*t! It's huge!"

"This renovation is too much!"

"Motherf*cker! A loft! You live in a loft!"

Shortly after Xing Ta Ge entered, he began to scream hysterically. Before this, he and their other two roommates already knew that Meng Fan's family owned a property near the academy which was surprising enough on its own as houses near the academy were not cheap.

Xing Ta Ge and the other roommates all had decent family backgrounds. If they wanted to stay and develop their careers in Hangzhou, their families would have no trouble securing them a property. At the very least, they could fund a down payment.

But it was unlikely for them to buy a property near the school during their studies; unless they wanted to invest in it beforehand.

Of course, the premise was that it would be a smaller unit layout.

When Xing Ta Ge entered, he could tell it wasn't a small apartment. It was at least 160. He finally had a further understanding of Meng Fan's family background. After looking at it closely, he realized that it was actually a f*cking loft. This was shocking for him.

Their families didn't even live in such extravagant conditions, let alone invest in properties like this outside of their homes.

After looking at the renovations, Xing Ta Ge could not take it anymore.

The interior was not tacky or screamed new rich in the least. After looking at it carefully, it wasn't even a problem of "lux" or not. Everywhere he looked was high class!

"Fatty! Does your family really have a coal mine?"

Xing Ta Ge wandered around, grabbing a bottle of ice cola from the fridge to calm his excitement.

Soon, Meng Fan moved all the boxes to the living room. He accepted the drink Xing Ta Ge passed to him. He opened it and then said, "Although the apartment was renovated recently, we bought the place a long time ago. I think we purchased it while I was in elementary school or junior high, so it wasn't that expensive at the time. My dad's in architecture, so the interiors look good, but didn't cost that much."

"You bought it that long ago? Aiyah, is your family the famous real estate tycoons from Wenzhou?" Xing Ta Ge was very curious about this. After all, they were once the renowned Zhen • Asia Corporation!

"You're overthinking it."

Meng Fan found a pair of scissors and began unpacking.

"I'm gonna keep taking a look around, heh."

Xing Ta Ge's interest was all on the apartment. No, the decor in particular. He was curious, so he browsed the rooms again before returning to Meng Fan's side. "Fatty, I have a small immature suggestion…"

Meng Fan gave Xing Ta Ge a side eye. "Then tell me when it's more mature."

Xing Ta Ge rubbed his hands on his temples for a moment. "It's maturing…"𝓃𝑂𝓋𝑬𝑳𝓷𝔢xt.𝓒𝒐𝑚

Meng Fan didn't even look at him. He continued to unpack the manga carefully then said, "You can come anytime you want and live here too if you'd like. But if you want to bring a girl over… No way in hell."

Xing Ta Ge sneered. Suddenly, he was stunned for a minute before walking toward the side. There were several photographs on the table and the walls as well.

The sets of picture frames were brought by his sisters with individual photos, group photos, and ones with Meng Fan in them…

"Holy f*ck, fatty, who are all these pretty girls?" Xing Ta Ge's eyes lit up as he saw them. Then he screamed. "They're all so pretty… Ah ah ah ah ah Meng Cai Wei!"

Xing Ta Ge picked up one of the pictures Meng Fan had with Meng Cai Wei and stuck it in his face. "You have a photo with Meng Cai Wei and so intimate too!? That's too badass. How did you get a photo with her? I heard her temper is huge. Even if she did take a picture, she wouldn't be this intimate… Wait, wait! Your last name is Meng! What is she to you?"

Meng Fan had forgotten about these photos. He didn't expect Xing Ta Ge to have such a sharp eye either, but since he already saw them, Meng Fan didn't see any reason why he needed to keep it from him. He picked his nose. "My sister."

"Your older sister? Your sister is Meng Cai Wei?!"

After confirming this surprising information, Xing Ta Ge didn't know how to remain calm. Someone else's sister!

Meng Fan folded all the boxes up and tied them together, sitting in between them as he posted to his social media.

Meng Fan very seldom posted to his social circle, posting twice a month. Sometimes he would go months without updating. But he had to share his published manga, as it was very important to him, and he had paid for it himself.

After posting to his social circle, he sniffed the new books. His face was full of satisfaction as he sat in a mound of his manga, flipping through the novels.

The quality of the individual publications was also very high. Meng Fan had illustrated the cover himself, with a delicate binding and high-quality paper.

'Gurgle.'

Meng Fan's rumbling stomach was enough to calm Xing Ta Ge down. They went downstairs to eat, and afterward, Xing Ta Ge drove the highlander back with the remaining box of books.

Once Meng Fan arrived back home, he once again sat among his mound of books and smiled dumbly to himself before heading to the study.

He sent Wu Tong a special picture of himself grinning in his pile of books. He then began to familiarize himself with the new attributes he got.

Drawing skills 3, set design 3, scriptwriting 3.

These were the rewards from [Manga Artist].

Before this, the system had already cumulatively rewarded Meng Fan with 6 drawing skills. Adding these three, he had gained 9 points from just the system alone. Even if he started out with 0 skills, these 9 points would allow him to be beyond proficient in drawing.

And Meng Fan already had existing drawing skills. Everything combined, the value was a bit scary.

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Chapter 127: Money is Not My Problem

Translator: Dragon Boat Translation Editor: Dragon Boat Translation

When the [Illustrator] task was completed and 1 drawing skills were awarded, Meng Fan began calculating his original drawing skills or base attribute. It was around 6 to 7.

To Meng Fan, the technical value of the attribute set a 6 as above average, and 10 or more to be master tier proficiency.

Since the [Illustrator] task was triggered, Meng Fan had completed over 900 illustrations. It would be absurd if his drawing skills didn't improve during this period. It was not excessive to say that he gained one or two points.

The editor from the Penguin Animation Network had previously said Meng Fan's drawing skills were the best in the industry. This made sense according to Meng fan's "attribute calculations".

Now with another 3, there wouldn't be many people, if any, in all of China who surpassed him in drawing skills alone.

Set design 3, scriptwriting 3.

For the former, Meng Fan was able to use the same formula of deduction to figure out his existing value. After all, he was already very proficient in set design.

After researching so much information in this category and even building his own reference library, Meng Fan developed his own style in terms of characters, scenery, and styles. It was definitely up to professional standards. In some cases, he could even be considered the best in the industry.

Meng Fan concluded that his original set design ability hovered around 8 to 9, which was much higher than his base drawing skills.

And the newly gained 3 points would truly make him a master!

As for scriptwriting, Meng Fan was not able to deduct any data.

It wasn't that he had zero foundation for scriptwriting, but if he did, it was average at best.

Of course, these so-called data derivations were only carried out within the categories he was familiar with. Aside from site design and drawing skills, there was nothing else he could deduce.

However, after seeing the script Xing Ta Ge had written, he felt that his world-building felt more fluid, and his imagination was much more clear.

Putting down "Guide to Campus RoMANce", he went back to reading the beginning of "There's A Spirit Underground". Very quickly, Meng Fan was able to make a preliminary adaptation of the book in the form of a script.

The original plot for "There's a Spirit Underground" was already very well thought out, plus it had very vivid depictions and scenes, so Meng Fan found it effortless to adapt it into a script with his newly gained 3 scriptwriting skills.

After taking a look at the finished product, he felt very satisfied.

Carefully, he explored his new attributes and combined them with his existing skills. Meng Fan felt that the Penguin Animation Network editor's advice had been very reasonable. With his current skills, he was most suited for adaptations. He had the ability to create a manga on his own, but it would not be extraordinary in the least.

And he already promised Mr. Sleepy. Meng Fan thought that he should still make accumulating experience his priority as he was still in school.

Creating a manga was a lifelong process. It was not practical to enter the industry in one leap and compete with the big shots.

So he sent a voice message to Mr. Sleepy.

Through their interaction, Mr. Sleepy had stated that he wanted to participate in the adaptation as well. Based on the contents of his novel, Meng Fan could basically confirm that Mr. Sleepy was a manga enthusiast as well, and a person who could share his outlooks on animations. Hence, he asked to be part of the adaptation. Meng Fan didn't regard him as a stranger to the task.

The two of them chatted for over an hour before Mr. Sleepy sent Meng Fan the textual script he had previously prepared and continued the discussion.

He had planned on finding a scriptwriter, but that wasn't necessary now that the task had been taken over by the two of them.

They talked for over two hours. Both of them confirmed throughout their discussion that the other party was a suitable collaboration partner. Therefore, Mr. Sleepy purchased a train ticket once again in preparation to visit Hangzhou. In addition to some details that needed to be finalized in person, there was another important step—the formal collaboration contract.

After chatting with Mr. Sleepy, Meng Fan buried himself in adapting the story. At 2:00 am, chapter one was formed!

He then sent it to Mr. Sleepy, who responded quickly. "Holy cow! You're done with a chapter already? Your hand speed is incredible!"

"Hehe. Didn't you go to bed at ten? Since you're not asleep, how about some updates?"

Mr. Sleepy did not reply.

He was only able to produce a chapter so fast because of his previous experience making illustrations for "There's A Spirit Underground". He had already created the settings long ago, so he didn't have to spend any time thinking about it. He had even drawn the scenery several times before, so he could even take some illustrations and use it directly as manga content.

In the afternoon the next day, Meng Fan received a message from Wu Tong, saying she had finished her trip to Hong Kong. However, there were no direct flights from Hong Kong to Hangzhou, so she was going to stop at home in Shanghai first.

Meng Fan thought that Wu Tong was just homesick, or she wanted to bring her family some gifts from Hong Kong. Naturally, he did not think much of it. Even if he did, he would never have thought that Wu Tong was going home to tell her family about being Liang Qing's goddaughter.

When Wu Tong sent a message saying she had landed in Shanghai, Meng Fan had already met up with Mr. Sleepy, who had just arrived from Shanghai.

"Did you lose more weight?"

"Don't be so superficial. Do you think I'll be happy if you say that? Hahaha."

The two had already met once, so there was no more strangeness between them. Not long after talking for a minute, they began to converse peacefully as they had on WeChat.𝓃𝑂𝓋𝑬𝑳𝓷𝔢xt.𝓒𝒐𝑚

Meng Fan fulfilled his host status by taking Mr. Sleepy around the academy before heading for the waterfront restaurant and asking for a private room.

Mr. Sleepy pulled out the contract and authorization forms he had prepared before. "I already prepared the contract and authorization forms for you. Take a look first and we can talk about it."

Meng Fan read it carefully, finishing after the dishes were served.

"I am authorizing you with possession of the rights to this manga adaptation. You will also receive the rights to anything related to the manga. For example, if the manga receives subscriptions and shares, you will receive half. You can give up the subscription share, and I will pay you double the market price per chapter."

"All the copyrights derived from the manga will belong to me, but you will receive the corresponding shares of revenue. For example, if the manga is published, you will receive 70% of the profit while I get 30% since the manga is the result of your labor. Same goes for film, television, etc; Because there are several agencies in between, you will only receive 10% of the royalties…"

Mr. Sleepy based the contract on the basic procedure of manga adaptations for online novels. However, since the copyright of the novel was in his own hands, he could adjust it to his desires; hence, he had adjusted in favor of Meng Fan. For example, the publishing royalties; usually, it would already be incredible if the illustrator could receive 30% of the profit, but he had reversed it completely in this case.

As for other revenues and their rights, they had nothing to do with Meng Fan. If the hiring party was nice, they would usually give out a small bonus or let the artist participate in the animation production, which basically meant providing another job opportunity.

It was an authorization after all!

"This is generally the case. If there are no issues, you can take the contract home. It would be best to consult a professional before signing it, but once you're done, you can just send it to me."

"As long as you can provide me the textual script on time, there's nothing that can't be done."

Meng Fan knew a little about adaptations. It was impossible to ask for the rights to someone else's novel. Mr. Sleepy's contract was as great as it got. It basically screamed—"Money is not a problem." There was no reason not to sign.

Of course, Meng Fan did not agree with it because of the money. It was not like Mr. Sleepy was the only one with deep pockets.

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Chapter 128: Don't Let One's Fertile Waters Flow Into Another's Field

Translator: Dragon Boat Translation Editor: Dragon Boat Translation

When Wu Tong arrived at home, her parents returned home from work. They had just prepared dinner and seeing her come home was a very pleasant surprise. When Wu Tong told them of Liang Qing wanting to be her godmother after doing an apprenticeship with her in Hong Kong, they were even more surprised.

Wu Tong's parents certainly knew who their daughter's idol—Liang Qing—was. They also knew what kind of presence she had in the art industry. Although they weren't in the field themselves, they were still close.

Wu Tong's mother worked at the Shanghai theatre. She had previously been an actress, the kind that received awards, but eventually, she retired to work behind the scenes to lead her own team. She had quite an impact on the film industry.

Wu Tong's father was a collector and an antique connoisseur. He was very well known amongst people from that circle and was also a writer as well.

It could be said that they were social elites. If that weren't the case, Wu Tong wouldn't have been able to become a student under professor Hu Hang at the HuaXia Art Academy when she was in middle school. It was not an ordinary teacher-student relationship, but one between a master and a disciple.

Wu Tong was extremely talented in Chinese painting, but based on talent alone, it was impossible to become a formal student studying under Hu Hang.𝓃𝑂𝓋𝑬𝑳𝓷𝔢xt.𝓒𝒐𝑚

Between people, there was more to relationships than just high class and low. There was always a saying in a "social circle"; the quote "Among the people whom I interact with, none is a person of ignorance" described just that.

And Wu Tong had chosen Hu Hang to be her mentor instead of Liang Qing because her father and Hu Hang had known each other for several years and because it was too difficult to knock on Liang Qing's door. Not to mention, Liang Qing had a strange personality… Plus at the time, Wu Tong didn't even know who Liang Qing was. With this contrast, it went without saying that Wu Tong ended up choosing her family friend as her mentor.

Decades ago it was already hard to get mentorship from Liang Qing. Now, it was even harder. In terms of influence and popularity, Liang Qing could beat Hu Hang by a long shot.

Otherwise, how could Liang Qing alone host two solo exhibitions at the Hong Kong Global Ink painting exhibition, while Hu Hang did not even have half an exhibit? Her two exhibitions were mixed into the main event hall, too.

But most importantly, Wu Tong adored Liang Qing!

Therefore, as soon as her parents heard of this, they agreed without any hesitation. Even if Wu Tong didn't ask for their blessing, they had no thought of prohibiting her.

Would they become taken for granted?

Whatever taboo it was that condemned godparents could go rot in a corner!

In comparison, Wu Tong was the calm one. She waited until her parents nodded in agreement before calling Liang Qing in front of her parents.

Dubai, on some construction site.

"I'm finished up here, let's head back. You're so stubborn too. It's noon, and the sun is blazing, but you had to follow me to the construction site. Look how much dust there is."

Meng Chuan approached her and fixed the hard hat on her head. Curiously, he looked at Liang Qing, who had an ecstatic look on her face after receiving a phone call. "What happened? Why are you so happy?"

"I have a goddaughter now."

Liang Qing and Meng Chuan headed outside and got on the private car the construction unit had provided them. Once inside, she told him about what happened between her and Wu Tong.

"You're telling me you are taking the girl little Fan has a crush on as your goddaughter?" Meng Chuan was stunned when he heard this. "And little Fan doesn't know? And this girl called Wu Tong also doesn't know that you're his mother?"

Seeing Liang Qing nod, Meng Chuan smiled bitterly. "Then how are you going to deal with Fan?"

"I just won't answer his calls." Liang Qing smiled.

Meng Chuan thought about it then courageously said, "After all, Fan has never been in a relationship before. I think you should take the initiative to explain it to the girl, as well as Fan."

"Why should I have to explain it?" Liang Qing said. "First of all, I asked her to be my goddaughter because I really like this child. It has nothing to do with how Meng Fan feels about her. Second… think about it, me taking her as my goddaughter has no impact on Meng Fan trying to pursue her. One is my son, the other is my goddaughter, they have no blood relationship with each other no matter what legal perspective you look at it from. They could even get married, let alone just date! What's that saying called again? "Don't let one's own fertile water flow into another's field." I got to keep the goodies within the family. Besides, I've created an opportunity for Fan."

Meng Chuan cringed. "Are you not worried that your involvement will affect the development between those two kids?"

"They're all kids with vision. How can they be so easily affected? Don't worry, everything is within my control. You think I'd troll my own son?"

"You! I hope this time you are right!"

"Oh? When was I wrong?"

"Isn't it your fault for loving me so much? Why do you love me more than I love you? I work so hard, but I can't catch up to you! You make me grow. You make me feel ashamed. You make me feel confident. How can you say you did nothing wrong? Liang Qing, I order you to wait in place and wait for my love to catch up to you!"

Meng Fan signed the contract upfront. He trusted the contract. After all, they were both people who owned coal mines.

They divided the two copies among themselves and pleasantly finished eating while discussing an endless variety of topics.

When they finished, it was already 8:00 pm.

"Ironmaster, when we visited the campus earlier, where were the cute girls we met from the maid army that supported you at the basketball tournament?" Mr. Sleepy asked.

"You saw that too? It makes sense now why you have no time to update!" Meng Fan responded.

Mr. Sleepy rubbed his hands. "At this hour, it's impossible for me to go back to the hotel and update it, and you can't kick me back to Shanghai, right? So can we get the maid army to come out to karaoke with us?"

Meng Fan chuckled. "Isn't karaoke a bit too boring? I know a good bar nearby with a great atmosphere. Or there are some private clubhouses nearby. The pool is heated and open style. It's perfect for a pool party."

"This… is not good?"

"What do you mean not good!? Let's go, I'll plan it!"

"Then… I guess I'll just have to accept!"

Twenty minutes later, Meng Fan and Mr. Sleepy appeared at the scenic spot in XiZi lake, where Meng Fan opened his live stream at the same time.

Stream a pool party?

Not a chance.

"Bro, nobody is this cruel! Where's my promised bar and pool party? Even if we don't do that, we can at least go to karaoke! Why are you taking me out to stream your night tour!? Whenever you stream your Xizi lake night tours, I want to barf, okay!?"

Mr. Sleepy was helpless.

"Why don't you go back to the hotel and update your book?"

"Oh, Xizi lake is pretty nice, actually!"

As he streamed, Meng Fan started to give out gifts. The gift was a printed copy of "Guide to Campus RoMANce".

Despite the prize, there were a lot of people in the stream who wanted it, so it was not a forced promotion… right?

All of the netizens knew that "Guide to Campus RoMANce" was serialized on Penguin Animation Network; Meng Fan had hidden several advertisements on his stream promoting his collection.

This book was a staple in the collection of all these homebody otakus, plus his drawing skills were good, and there were many female characters… Even those who did not read campus romance books became engrossed in it, and everyone who had read it thought it was good.

Additionally, Meng Fan also told them he would be adapting Mr. Sleepy's novel—"There's a Spirit Underground"—and introduce the helpless Mr. Sleepy on screen.

When he first started doing illustrations for "There's a Spirit Underground", Meng Fan was able to experience firsthand the influence of Mr. Sleepy had on the otaku population. With this introduction, the live comment section of his screen was suddenly filled with a bombardment of reminder messages.

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