My Extraordinary Achievements #Chapter 129 - I Deserve You at Your Best - Read My Extraordinary Achievements Chapter 129 - I Deserve You at Your Best Online - All Page - FREEWN

Chapter 129: I Deserve You at Your Best

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Mr. Sleepy had already collapsed, but when he saw the reminders in the live comments, he almost fled. However, he managed to revive himself with his super "self-healing" abilities. In front of the live stream, he broke into an ecstatic mood, and soon, the night tour stream became a narrated documentary series with Meng Fan as the cameraman.

They fooled around until 10:00 pm or so. As they were walking toward the side of the road, they happened across a bar. Mr. Sleepy was captivated. Only he was just a wisp of paper compared to the strength of Meng Fan. Very quickly, he was stuffed into the taxi they had hailed.

"I finally get to be a father figure to a collaborator, and you treat me like this?! I'm not asking for extravagant treatment the entire way, but can't we have a little entertainment activity?"

"Were you not entertained just now? Go home and update!"

"I'm a little tired. I think I'll sleep early. One's health is the most important!"

Meng Fan arranged for Mr. Sleepy to stay at a fairly nice hotel near the academy before heading home. If Mr. Sleepy was really going to bed or planning to head out later for food, Meng Fan would not care.

Of course, Meng Fan chose this hotel because of its unique location.

After returning, Meng Fan worked on his art until 3:00 am before finally sleeping. The next day, he woke up at 6:00 am again and ran his laps before going to class. At 10:00, he called Xing Ta Ge to help drive Mr. Sleepy to the train station.

The reluctant Mr. Sleepy finally entered the station when Meng Fan told him to 'update' his novel once he returned.

"You go back first."

"Me first?"

" Wu Tong's coming back from Shanghai. She'll be here in an hour."

"Oh, then I'll just wait with you."

"It's alright; we don't need a third wheel."

"Haha, then why didn't you just call a taxi here with Mr. Sleepy?!"

"That's not the same! After all, he's my contract father. Who sends their contract father away on a cab!?"

"Hehe, but it's okay to take your contract dad night touring yesterday?"

"Of course, if you come to Hangzhou, you have to see Xizi lake!"

"Hehe, your contract dad was probably more interested in girls with heavy makeup and pretty babes near Xizi lake and not the actual scenic area!"

"Lake? Why didn't you say so? Why don't we get a group together and play mahjong?"

"Why don't you misunderstand me as Huba then we can go back to the hotel and pull radishes together!?"

Xing Ta Ge gave Meng Fan a ceremonial middle finger and left. Meng Fan chuckled to himself as he went to buy a drink and wait.

At 11:40, the train entered the station. A few minutes later, Meng Fan saw Wu Tong dragging her luggage out. He handed her the drink he just bought and took her suitcase from her.

Wu Tong smiled. "You really came."

Obviously, he had given her a heads up before coming. Otherwise, he was not sure if his sudden appearance would be a surprise or a scare to Wu Tong.

"I came to see a friend off and was just in time to get you, so we can go back together."

Meng Fan shielded Wu Tong from the crowded traffic at the station's exit before restoring the normal distance between them. He then said, "Are you hungry? Do you want to eat now or when you get back?"

"I'm okay. If you're not too hungry, let's go back first?"

"Okay."

They hailed a cab and dropped Wu Tong's stuff off at the dorm before heading to the waterfront restaurant near the academy.

Wu Tong pulled out a box. "This is for you."

Meng Fan was surprised as he received it. After seeing that it was a figure of Chopper, he began to laugh.

As they talked over good food, Wu Tong began to talk of her Hong Kong trip when they were halfway through the meal. Naturally, she mentioned Liang Qing. Happily, she said, "I was very honored this time to be an assistant to Liang Qing. And even more honored to become her goddaughter."

Pfft! Cough cough cough cough!

When Meng Fan heard Wu Tong mention Liang Qing, he had already begun to think of explanations for her. He already knew that he had to recognize his troll mother before Wu Tong voiced her complaints. He had no plans of deceiving her, but he didn't expect this…

"What did you say? She wants you to be her goddaughter?"𝒏𝑶𝒱𝑒𝑳𝔫𝓮xt.𝔠𝑜𝑀

Meng Fan shot up out of his seat. He had no heart to think of anything else. He was on the brink of an emotional collapse.

Wu Tong looked at Meng Fan and became concerned. "What's wrong?"

"She's my mom!"

Meng Fan blurted out hysterically.

"Liang Qing is your mom?" Wu Tong also stood up. Seeing Meng Fan nodding on the verge of tears, she wrinkled her brow before slowly sitting back down. She asked, "So she only asked me to be her assistant and be her goddaughter because you asked her to?"

"I would be insane if I did that!"

Meng Fan noticed the people looking at them and lowered his voice. Hurriedly, he said to Wu Tong, "Everyone knows I like you, can you not tell? I like you. Do you think I'd ask my own mother to ask the girl I like to become my little sister? I'd be mad! How the hell was I supposed to know my mom would run into you in Hong Kong and pull this kind of crap!?"

"You like me?" Wu Tong's brows unfurled a little. "How much do you like me?"

"What?"

This question stumped Meng Fan. Was it really the best time to talk about this?

Wu Tong was looking directly at him. Meng Fan pounded his head then said the words that many guys would say to the girls they liked. "I like you… very much… to the point where I'll change anything for you!"

Wu Tong shook her head. With a serious look, she said, "Don't change for me, change for yourself! Because if you do that, I won't even know which version of you I will like. Maybe now I am intrigued, but you might not be my final love. Maybe the best version of yourself that you like would just happen to be the one I like as well! Don't you think I deserve you at your best?"

"What?"

Meng Fan's brain couldn't process this fast enough. What did that mean?

Wu Tong was silent for a moment and turned around and said, "Since you don't know, then this matter has nothing to do with you. I will deal with it. If you really respect me, then don't mention this to your mother and let me handle it. I can tell that you don't want your mother's existence to affect our relationship, and I agree. I also don't hope your mom will affect our relationship, nor do I want you to affect my relationship with your mom. And I certainly don't want to affect your relationship with your mom."

Meng Fan was completely dumbstruck.

His own mom chose the girl he liked as her goddaughter!

The girl he liked told him to not change anything for her!

Then she asked him to not care about this!

Now, she said that 'HIS' existence would affect her relationship with his mom!

So all of this had nothing to do with him. He was just a spectator?

Whoa.

Wu Tong let out a long sigh and took out her phone. "Don't say a word. I'll call her now."

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Chapter 130: The Manga Artist and His Assistant

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Ding ding ding.

"Hey, Wu Tong."

The phone line was quick to go through. She gave Meng Fan a look, meeting his gaze. "I told Meng Fan about my trip to Hong Kong. He told me you're his mother. Is this true?"

"Yes."

"So you're saying you knew Meng Fan likes me?"

"I did. His sister told me. So I knew you were going to Hong Kong, so I poached you from Hu to be my assistant to see what kind of girl are you."

"And asking me to be your goddaughter?"

"That has nothing to do with Fan. After interacting with you for a few days, I liked you from the bottom of my heart and wanted us to have a mother-daughter relationship, so I asked you to be my goddaughter. At the time, I didn't even think of Fan's existence."

Meng Fan could hear everything Liang Qing was saying over the phone. When he got to that part, the sweat on his sweat began to seep out. Thinking back, the few days Liang Qing had been in Hong Kong just happened to be when he was wearing the presence masking hat and touring Xizi lake.

If at that point in time, he just happened to have his hat on, then… did that count as masochism?

"Then?" Wu Tong asked.

"Then I thought about it. You're too good, and I have no faith in my son. I wanted to use him for you to call me mom, but that seemed impossible, so I had to fight for you myself. If you become my daughter-in-law or not, that's up to Fan. But I earned this goddaughter. You don't want to break our relationship because you found out I'm Fan's mom right?"

"No, I just wanted to confirm who I was to you."

"Silly child, do you have no faith in me or no faith in yourself?" Realizing that Wu Tong no longer spoke with formalities, Liang Qing smiled. "Anything else?"

"I'm okay for now godmother. I'll hang up now. When you come back, let me know; my parents want to invite you to dinner."

"Alright, great!"

Wu Tong hung up the phone and turned to Meng Fan. "All settled."

"What?"

Meng Fan had heard their entire conversation. Once again, he felt like this entire situation had nothing to do with him.

"No no no." Meng Fan shook his head hard. "What do you mean it's solved? How is it resolved? Your method of dealing with it was just to confirm with my mom that your relationship has nothing to do with me?"

"Yep." Wu Tong nodded. "Your mom is my idol. During our time together in Hong Kong, she gained my admiration even more, and we became close. If she wants me to be her goddaughter, I am a thousand times willing to do so. Now that I've confirmed that she likes me for me and not for you, of course, everything is resolved."

Meng Fan pointed to himself. "Then what about me?"

Wu Tong suddenly realized something and smiled. "Do me and your mom have any blood relations or legal relations? Then I have no blood relationship or legal relationship to you! Will this still affect our relationship then?"

"But…"

"But what? What decade are your thoughts coming from!? Besides, you haven't even successfully attained me yet, why are you thinking so far ahead?"

"What?"

"I'll treat you this time."

Wu Tong stood up and paid the bill before heading out.𝑛𝒪𝗏𝗲𝓁𝒏𝓮xt.𝓬𝑜𝕞

"What?"

Meng Fan remained seated and stunned for a long time.

In the past, Meng Fan felt that his thoughts were on par with Wu Tong's. But now he understood that this kind of deja vu was from interacting with his own mother.

Dubai.

Liang Qing hung up the phone and looked at Meng Chuan, who was watching her conversation. Smiling, she said, "Didn't I say so? Everything is under control."

"It is very assertive and self-confident. Normal girls would doubt themselves and end their relationship with you or cling onto you for their life. This girl is calm." Meng Chuan smiled then sighed. "Only Fan…"

"Fan is like you; he's tough." Said Liang Qing.

Meng Fan left the restaurant in a heavy mood. He wasn't angry nor frustrated. More like he had experienced a disaster which ended in a farce. After a strong wind, it seemed only his heart was a bit messy and everywhere else had stayed the same.

Everything appeared to be normal. He had confessed to Wu Tong, which she did not accept. However, she didn't refuse it either.

"She says that she will like the best version of me… She says she deserves to have the best version of me…"

The more he thought about it, the more he couldn't help but smile.

"Why are you laughing so dumbly!"

Chen Da Qiang, who was on his way to tutoring, saw Meng Fan smirking as he was headed for the school gate. He couldn't help but laugh and walk over to give Meng Fan a pound. "Pigeon said you went to pick up Wu Tong. Seeing you smiling like that, it must be because of her right?"

Meng Fan chuckled and said, "Where are you going?"

"To tutoring of course." Chen Da Qiang said.

Meng Fan nodded and said a few lines before suddenly turning and stopping Chen Da Qiang. "I almost forgot to tell you. I accepted Mr. Sleepy's adaptation for his novel, right? I need an assistant. Would you be willing to give me a hand?"

Chen Da Qiang quietly stuck his hand out.

"Are you a psycho!?"

Slap. Meng Fan still hit it then smiled again. "If you're interested, in addition to your tutoring job, you shouldn't take on any more students. There will be a lot of work."

"Got it."

Chen Da Qiang nodded and left the school.

After accepting Mr.Sleepy's manga adaption, he began to consider the prospects of an assistant. His hand speed was faster, but there was a lot to do in a day. Plus, he had to do the illustrations for "Guide to Campus RoMANce" and some other novel illustrations.

Even if the updates for "Guide to Campus RoMANce" dropped only once every three days or twice a week, he no longer took any illustrator jobs. Time was still tight, so he needed an assistant.

The work of an artist's assistant usually included but was not limited to, outlining, shading, scanning, task dialogue, backgrounds, special effects, etc.

As for the core contents of the plots, it would have nothing to do with them.

Being an assistant to a manga artist was a rather cumbersome and boring task. It was not an exaggeration to say that it had to be forced. When Meng Fan thought about searching for an assistant, Chen Da Qiang was the first person that came to mind.

Chen Da Qiang was the kind of person who could focus his mind and work hard on his task. He was diligent, conscientious and patient. He was very suitable for tutoring. Of course, he was also very suitable to be an assistant to Meng Fan.

He felt comfortable giving the job to Da Qiang.

At least out of the entire class, and among all the art students he knows, Chen Da Qiang was the most suitable.

As for Xing Ta Ge and Zhang Zhou Wei, he did not have to consider them. One was lazy, the other could find a thousand excuses to be lazy.

Also, Chen Da Qiang's drawing skills were also very solid.

Of course, Chen Da Qiang would be different from a regular assistant if he worked with Meng Fan. Aside from all the regular duties of an assistant, Meng Fan would discuss the storyline with him and allow him to participate in the entire creation and adaptation process of the manga.

It was not that his brother's future days were going to be crushed with work since Meng Fan knew that Chen Da Qiang also had the heart to become a manga artist. At this time, he would not only receive a manuscript fee, but he would also receive credits on the publication as well.

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My Extraordinary Achievements #Chapter 131 - Really Can't Play Basketball - Read My Extraordinary Achievements Chapter 131 - Really Can't Play Basketball Online - All Page - FREEWN

Chapter 131: Really Can't Play Basketball

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In the afternoon was Mr. Ma's class. Meng Fan looked around and was sure there were at least 4 or 5 others who had skipped the class like Chen Da Qiang. However, Mr. Ma blissfully continued his lecture, not remembering this issue existed. Meng Fan was so envious he wanted to take the initiative and report these guys for skipping class!

Halfway through the class, Xing Ta Ge squeezed next to Meng Fan from the other side of the room. Mr. Ma remained calm as if he didn't see anything.

Xing Ta Ge handed the phone to Meng Fan and whispered, "Fatty, your sister's pregnant?!"

After finding out about Meng Cai Wei being his sister, Meng Fan did not have to specifically remind Xing Ta Ge for him to remain tight-lipped. Even their other roommates didn't know.

Just like how Zhang Zhou Wei did not disclose Meng fan's relationship with Qin Jiao to anyone as well. It's not like he wanted to intentionally conceal it, but because he could tell Meng Fan evidently did not want people to know, so he didn't speak of it.

"I didn't know your sister had a girlfriend?! There were several gossip boyfriends years ago, but everything was clarified. How can she be pregnant now? Do you know who your brother-in-law is?" Xing Ta Ge was desperate for gossip.

Meng Fan took a look at the news and smiled bitterly. He turned to Xing Ta Ge. "I might have more than one brother-in-law."

Xing Ta Ge's eyes turned big.

"Donuts, bubble tea, instant noodles, any high-calorie food you can think of is my brother in law." Meng Fan saw Xing Ta Ge's stunned expression, and added, "You can stop the gossip, my sister's just trying to gain weight."

"Gain weight? Why does she need to do that?" Xing Ta Ge saw Meng Fan nod. "Makes sense, with your sister's personality, she would have long disclosed if she had a boyfriend or if she got married and was pregnant. She would never wait for the paparazzi to film her first!"

Meng Fan's face twitched. "Why do I feel like you're not complimenting my sister?!"

Xing Ta Ge chuckled and added, "Your sister is the most beautiful! No matter what she looks like!"

Seeing Mr. Ma finally take notice of them, Xing Ta Ge hurriedly sneaked back to his seat.𝑛𝗈𝐕𝓮𝑳𝓃𝐄xt.𝒸𝐎𝗆

Since Mr. Ma misunderstood Meng Fan last time, Meng Fan had become his teacher's pet. Xing Ta Ge knew that he could do anything and Mr. Ma would not care, but if he distracted Meng Fan from paying attention in class, his life would be over. It was best to hurry and leave.

"Meng Fan."

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As the class ended, Meng Fan had been packing up and was getting ready to leave when a voice called his name from the classroom entrance.

"… Senior Ah Ning?"

If he hadn't heard the voice, Meng Fan would have had trouble recognizing the infamous cross-dressing senior Ah Ning. When this gender bender isn't wearing girl's clothes but men's clothing, he was a whole different person!

"Senior Ah Ning you're looking for me?"

Meng Fan was very polite and respectful to this crossdressing master. Only because Ah Ning was too glamorous when he was dressed as a woman, which overshadowed his other titles. Otherwise, he should have the words 'champion' and 'top student' in front of his name. He was the number one justice, the most beautiful male god, soulful black metal singer, diligent detective, and millions of other titles.

Also, can you imagine that a person like this cross-dressing master could have an eight pack abs and compete for bodybuilding competitions?

Thinking carefully, Meng Fan had some doubts that senior Ah Ning was also under the influence of this accomplishment system.

"This year's school basketball tournaments are about to begin. I'm the coach for the basketball team, and today I'm asking you to join our team on behalf of all the other members." Senior Ah Ning tried his best to make his voice less menacing.

The basketball skill level throughout the academy was not high, similar to their track and field level. The animation department was even weaker, not even having a proper coach, not to mention proper players. Senior Ah Ning was only temporarily appointed as a coach.

"Basketball tournament?" Meng Fan said. "But I don't know how to play basketball!"

"You don't know how to play basketball?" Senior Ah Ning's voice uncontrollably deepened. "You're not kidding me, are you? That shot you made during the opening ceremony, and your basketball machine stream, and you tell me you can't play basketball? At least give me a real reason if you're going to refuse!"

"I know how to score, but not how to play basketball." Meng Fan said. "When I shoot, it's always on an arcade machine. In my entire life, I've probably shot on less than ten times in my entire life, so don't even mention dribbling and that sort of stuff."

Senior Ah Ning seemed to be considering it carefully. True, he had never seen Meng Fan play basketball in school. He believed half of it. "Really?"

Meng Fan nodded.

Senior Ah Ning indulged for a moment and continued, "Then you can just be responsible for scoring. I won't hide it from you, but we've been having trouble finding a proper shooter. You can shoot, accurately too, so you're much better than someone who doesn't know how to dribble or score. Currently, our team has 5 people. You will be the substitute, and we can try it out. Would that be okay?"

Meng Fan thought about it. "I can try it, but I can't guarantee that I can still score properly if someone is blocking me."

"Of course we won't force you." Senior Ah Ning was happy to hear Meng Fan's response. After all, it was hard to find a decent player in the animation department.

Meng Fan didn't know how to dribble or pass the ball, but it was hard to come by someone who was so accurate at scoring.

Besides, Meng Fan's height was made for basketball. As for his figure… He was suitable to be a forward.

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Only Meng Fan was responsible for scoring. He didn't know how to dribble or pass the ball, so he would be a useless forward.

Rebounds? That seemed difficult as well.

Regardless, it was enough to have someone who could score.

"Do you have time in the afternoon then? Let's go meet the players first and get to know each other. Also, try your accuracy on the basketball court, and your accuracy when someone is blocking you."

"Okay, but I don't have that much time."

Meng Fan had a high sense of belonging and duty towards his class. He also had a collective sense of honor for the animation department, so he explained he was needed elsewhere afterward.

But truthfully, Meng Fan wasn't sure if he could really help out.

His accuracy wasn't an issue. Not only on shooting machines but on real baskets as well. After all, he was able to hit Zhang Zhou Wei's cosplayed basketball hoop. But he had no idea what his precision would be like if someone was defending him.

When Meng Fan and Ah Ning left the classroom, most of the classmates in the room began to follow them out.

His classmates had all seen his basketball stream and knew of Meng Fan's advancement into the Hangzhou city qualifiers. They were all curious to see his terrifying hand speed.

Hence, they all followed him to the basketball court.

Once they arrived, the other team members from the animation department were already there, with several spectators standing to the side as well. The spectators mostly consisted of students from freshman and junior years. They are most likely coerced into cheering for the team.

"Iron Uncle!"

Among them was Qu Jing Jing and her group of girls. Seeing Meng Fan, they all ran over.

When they heard Meng Fan was joining the basketball team to practice, the group of girls suddenly ran over, confusing Meng fan.

"Ball."

Senior Ah Ning picked up a basketball and passed it to Meng Fan.

Thump.

When Meng Fan received it, he felt the ball, but he didn't catch it.

Senior Ah Ning smiled awkwardly. "Uhm, let's try scoring."

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Chapter 132: I Really Can't Play Real Basketball

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A team member with red hair who was of average height but looked seemingly strong picked up the ball intending to pass it to Meng Fan. Thinking about it, he decided it was better to walk over and hand the ball to him instead, taking special care of it like handing off a treasure in case this Iron hero couldn't hold onto it.

After handing it over, the red-headed youth felt the despair once again. The animation department was too weak!

It wasn't that Meng Fan was weak, or that Ah Ning was basically a dead horse acting as a live one. It was mostly because there were very few 'good horses' on the entire team.

Like him, they all loved basketball, but they were very aware of their own abilities. Regularly, on campus, they would only include him if they were missing one person, let alone outdoors. Outside of school, he wouldn't even be recruited as a passerby.

Originally he was ecstatic to be pulled into the team by Senior Ah Ning and even dyed his hair red specifically like Sakuragi. Excited, he came along, but immediately collapsed after seeing the skill level of the other team members.

No wonder Senior Ah Ning said he could be on main defense… No wonder, the entire team didn't combine even if they had extra members for a substitute!

Finally someone new was joining them, and the school's famous Iron hero at that. Based on the figure alone, he would be a valuable hardware within the school. And he was incredible at shooting baskets too. Another hardware!

But seeing him now… Heh. he should be hard enough still, but a bit short.

His circuit was too short, he couldn't even receive the ball!

Hopefully, his shooting accuracy was good.

"Thanks."

Meng Fan received the basketball and bounced it in his hand, weighing it, squeezing it. He could confirm this basketball was different from the ones provided by the arcade machines. Primarily, it was lighter, with more air…

Familiarize with the ball… Meng Fan thought of the small shots from the other day. Hurriedly, he stopped his action of 'feeling up' the ball, scared that someone would appear with another heart-wrenching proverb.

Thump.

Meng Fan bounced the ball on the ground and caught it this time when it bounced. He smacked it again, and quickly caught it when he realized the ball was being slightly disobedient. He then shot the ball completely using the technique for basketball machine scoring.

Everyone who played at these machines knew to toss from the chest right away once they picked up the ball to ensure the highest speed. However, for regular shooting, there was no rush. And to prevent being blocked, most players would shoot from above their heads.

Standing at the foul line, Meng Fan habitually threw the ball from his chest. Evidently, his movements were not standard, even seeming a little cringe at that.

Thump.

The basketball hit the inside of the hoop before bouncing back out.

Although it didn't go in, the surrounding team members didn't seem too disappointed. At least it was within the range of the basket. The accuracy was there.

The redhead youth jogged over to pick up the ball and handed it to Meng Fan. "You probably didn't find the feeling yet. Try again."

"Yes, okay."

Meng Fan did not intentionally miss his first shot. He was really unfamiliar with this basketball and the basket.

He tried again. This time, it still hit the inside of the basket, but instead of bouncing out, it actually went in.

This ball had more air than the arcade ones, and it felt strange, but now he had gotten the hang of it.

"YEES!"

The red-haired youth pumped his fist in the air excitedly.

All the spectators cheered. Their warmth made Meng Fan slightly embarrassed.

The redhead youth once again jogged over to pick up the ball while another team member handed his own ball to Meng Fan.

Meng Fan switched to a different location and scored again.

Whoosh.

This time, the ball did not touch anything except for the net.

What's called a 'clean-shot' in English, it meant essentially a hollow basket.

Whoosh whoosh whoosh.

Next, the team members took turns handing Meng Fan their ball. Meng Fan continued to switch positions and score. He shot about a dozen balls, including four 3 point shots. Aside from one that he missed on purpose and one that he really missed because his focus wavered for a moment, all the others went in, with half of them being clean shots.

"Get in there!"

When he confirmed that Meng Fan could completely carry his arcade shooting skills onto the court, the excited senior Ah Ning called for the other teammates to try and defend Meng Fan.

The first contender was the red-haired youth.

The red-haired youth got into position. Thinking for a moment, he spoke, "Iron buddy, let's agree first. I'll stay in place and block you, and you should probably just shoot in place too. Let's not make contact with each other."

Meng Fan helplessly nodded. The Iron this brother was referring to was the kind used for the Monkey King's staff… You will die holding it, you will die if it hits you, if it touches your skin, then it will rip, and break your tendons if it rubs you.

The red-haired youth was 175 cm, so Meng Fan loomed over him when they stood face to face. He got into position, spread his arms, and jumped to block the ball as Meng Fan motioned to shoot.

Meng Fan didn't have that much technique and made the shot purely due to his height advantage. Thump. The ball hit the basket before going in.

When Senior Ah Ning saw this, he turned to the red-haired youth. "What are you doing standing so far? Get in there!"

"I'm scared."

The red-haired youth said meekly. He still pushed himself forward, maintaining about 12 cm of space between his feet and Meng Fan. He was still far from being in physical contact.

This time, Meng Fan felt a little pressure. He had never played basketball before, so he had no clue how people scored with someone defending them so closely.

Meng Fan was inexperienced in shooting from above his head, so his hand speed also slowed down dramatically.

No matter how you looked at it, the red-haired youth still has several years of basketball experience. His skills weren't great, but he qualified as experienced. Locking on Meng Fan's shooting action, he fiercely jumped over and hit the ball out of Meng Fan's hand in another direction. This 'cap' was successful.

"Hehe. I'm not bad right?"

The red-haired youth immediately started to boast.

"You can do it Iron Senior!"

Just After Meng Fan had been blocked and retrieved his ball, a lifting scene appeared on the basketball courts. Four cute girls appeared, dressed in Japanese manga style cheerleader uniforms.

Meng Fan could tell at a glance that these costumes were directly from "Cardcaptor Sakura CLEAR-CARD"!

Did they just run off to change just now?

After changing into their costumes, the way they talked changed too. These girls had the details on point.

After Meng Fan was blocked, the words of encouragement began appearing. Meng Fan was indeed very motivated.

He took the ball but didn't immediately shoot. He began to think about his next move.

His own shooting posture was not correct, and he didn't have enough time to learn it to the point where he could comfortably cope with the defense.

Hence, he gave up all intentions of shooting properly.

Meng Fan turned to his side away from the red-headed youth and reached out his left hand to block him, blocking him from touching the ball in his right hand. Then, he pushed the ball into the air with his right hand, like throwing a shotput.

Whoosh.

It went in.𝑛𝗈𝐕𝓮𝑳𝓃𝐄xt.𝒸𝐎𝗆

"That works too?"

The red-haired youth was stunned.

The four cheerleaders waved their hands as they began to cheer.

Six minutes later, senior Ah Ning suddenly cried out, "Stop shooting, stop shooting!"

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Chapter 133: A Different Kind Of Dribble Practice

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In these six minutes, senior Ah Ning and the other onlookers had been completely dumbfounded by Meng Fan's whimsical shooting postures.

Have you ever seen someone shoot a basketball like a shot put?

Have you ever seen someone shoot a basketball from a twisted position so unbalanced that he couldn't even stand?

Whipped out from behind?

Using their left hand to whip it?

Have you seen a backward basket?

Suddenly throwing it as he ran…Well, this was probably a foul.

Overall, even if he wasn't the first on earth to try it, each one of Meng Fan's shooting positions would induce a surprised reaction from the spectators.

Each time he used such a strategy and the ball went in, it could almost be said it was guided in by divine intervention, or he was blessed by the heavens.

As for Meng Fan… it was impossible to be 100% accurate. God was busy enough maintaining an 80% accuracy rate for him. This made everyone suspect that Meng Fan's family was in the religious business.

Now it wasn't just the red-haired youth defending him, but three other guys. However, they were of no use. Meng Fan's actions were unblockable!

Senior Ah Ning was overjoyed. With Meng Fan's basket scoring abilities, they would stand a chance at this year's basketball tournament as long as they could get the ball to him!

Suddenly, Senior Ah Ning saw someone approaching from another department's team. Instantly he cried out, "Stop shooting, stop shooting!"

Meng Fan paused along with the other three team members. They all looked towards senior Ah Ning.

"Why are you shooting if you can't even receive?!"

Senior Ah Ning looked stern but winked at Meng Fan as he spoke.

Thankfully he wasn't dressed as a woman. Otherwise, Meng Fan would have misunderstood that wink as a flirtatious move!

The three other team members also noticed the people from the other departments' basketball teams and closed their mouths. Who didn't know what senior Ah Ning meant?

He was their trump card!

Meng Fan's scoring abilities were definitely their trump card, hence why it had to be kept a secret from as many people as possible.

Of course, senior Ah Ning was right. Meng Fan did not need to practice his shooting, but his passing and dribbling needed a lot of work.

No matter how great he was at shooting, he would still be useless if he couldn't get the ball.

Meng Fan did not have any objections and happily went off to practice receiving. All the other team members went off to practice on their own, and senior Ah Ning took over the responsibility for passing.

Only the spectators became uncomfortable. There was no more spectacle to watch. Of course, they could tell why senior Ah Ning had done what he did. They were all people from the animation department, and before they were finished sulking, they were chuckling among themselves. They all thought of a single scene.

Or more specifically, Meng Fan leading that scene astray!

"Senior Ah Ning."

Qu Jing Jing and the other girls began to chatter as soon as Meng Fan stopped shooting. They then smiled as they approached senior Ah Ning and called to him unanimously. On behalf of all of them, Qu Jing Jing spoke, "All four of us know how to play basketball and we used to perform on the court as well. Why not let us teach the Iron senior how to pass the ball?"

"Basketball performance? Is it the kind where you hold a ball and walk back and forth?" Senior Ah Ning was very straight forward.

"We know how to pass at least." Qu Jing Jing said seriously, "Senior Ah Ning, think about it, you're only one person handing the ball to the Iron senior, but there are four of us, so it will be way more efficient. Besides, we can definitely exercise senior's attention span if we train with him, don't you think?"

Senior Ah Ning took a glimpse at the girls' costumes and nodded in agreement. "Alright, you guys pass with him for now, I'll help him practice later."

Yes!𝑛𝗈𝐕𝓮𝑳𝓃𝐄xt.𝒸𝐎𝗆

The four girls were ecstatic.

Senior Ah Ning handed his basketball to Qu Jing Jing and passed another one to another cute girl.

There were only five basketballs on the court and the other members needed the other three, so the other two cute girls had no balls to pass.

The two other girls then turned to the court next door with players from another department and effortlessly asked for two more basketballs.

"Iron senior, here I come."

"Senior, I'm throwing now!"

"Senior, catch this!"

"Senior, over here!"

"Senior, you can do it!"

"Senior you are amazing!"

Then on the animation department's court, the resounding cries of encouragement began.

Meng Fan was on the verge of losing it. He gave senior Ah Ning several looks asking for help, but Ah Ning's intelligence was too high, tossing him this sentence, "This is the best way to exercise your concentration and willpower."

What could Meng Fan do? He was also very helpless.

But honestly speaking, his willpower was pretty strong; at least better than most of the other players on the basketball team.

After almost ten minutes, Meng Fan did not break down, but the other members of the basketball team did. Next came the other academy basketball teams from different departments.

"We can't practice like this!"

"This is too harmful to my self-esteem!"

"Someone else's cheerleader!"

"Where's our cheerleaders?"

"Coach, I'm gonna say this now. If you don't give us a cheerleading team, I'm not practicing or playing anymore tournaments!"

The coach from the other team didn't know whether to laugh or cry. There were so many girls in the academy, it shouldn't be hard to put together a cheerleading team. Even their costumes can be great since everyone had some expertise in design. Only, it would be hard to achieve the level of enthusiasm that the animation departments' cheer squad has.

They weren't cheering for the basketball team, they were the Iron hero's personal entourage!

Twenty minutes later, Qu Jing Jing was finally tired and somewhat breathless—not that her breathlessness was the issue; the spectator's deathly glares seemed to be the bigger problem—and senior Ah Ning finally subbed in.

Only Ah Ning's single sentence scared Meng Fan and the other members of the department's basketball team. "I think I need to dress as a woman during our next training session. It seems the results are better that way."

When the other departments heard of this, they all made a note to avoid the animation department's team training. They were too distracting!

In the next half an hour, Meng Fan did not utter a word and focused on his practice. Once it ended, he immediately said, "Senior Ah Ning, I think I'm done with practicing for now. I have other things to do so I have to head out first, so I won't be able to attend to what's next."

As he spoke, Meng Fan made for the exit in case senior Ah Ning was giddy and decided to go change right away.

Senior Ah Ning chuckled as he watched Meng Fan leave. He then waved to Qu Jing Jing. "How about I give you guys a task? Get your Iron senior to come practice on time, can you do it?"

Qu Jing Jing and the other girls all shook their heads unanimously. "We only listen to the Iron senior, so we can't give him trouble."

The corner of Senior Ah Ning's lips twitched. "From now on, all his passing training will be handed over to you."

Qu Jing Jing and the other girls pounded their chests. "We'll get it done!"

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Chapter 134: Lose Fat, Not Weight

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When Meng Fan slipped out of the basketball court, he headed straight for the track field.

It was already late October, so the sun wasn't as poisonous. Although it wasn't completely dark, there were no problems with running.

He ran ten-kilometers, ensuring his daily rate of 20 kilometers and headed back to the dormitory to shower.

Recently, especially since he started arcade shooting, Meng Fan found that his fat reduction speed was faster than before. This also proved Wu Tong's point that sports should be diversified and not limited to just running.

When he prodded his stomach with his fingers, he could occasionally feel the muscle trapped under the fat. Now, it felt easier to reach. He could poke it anytime and feel it, and the muscles inside were quite hard too.

He couldn't speak for his whole body, but the belly that had been the most severely stricken area was already seeing results. Before it had been shaped like a ball, but now he could squeeze it with two fingers. Of course, the thickness was still there.

So far, Meng Fan had ran over 600 kilometers, so his physical condition far exceeded what it was before. He was also more flexible than before, less clumsy, so much that his mind couldn't keep up with his body.

As for his weight, to tell the truth, Meng Fan felt hopeless. After all, he hasn't been subtle in the eating department. He had a hunch that his movements were just fat loss instead of weight loss.

At least, Meng Fan felt his weight was still hovering above 200.

He was definitely still a fatty, but now he's become a flexible fatty.

He really wanted to reduce the fat on his body to an average amount, but he knew that it would take time. He estimated he had to complete 1000 kilometers at least.

Based on his body fat percentage, Meng Fan had been at about 40% before receiving the system. Now he should be below 30%, maybe 28% or 29%, which was quite a lot.

However, he was still a long shot from the average male range of 12-18%.

It is said that for every 5% of body fat dropped, there would be a significant change in body size. Meng Fan had doubled that number, so the changes to his body were indeed visible.

"How long do you need to shower for? Hurry, the food's gonna get cold."

Chen Da Qiang had two tutoring classes that afternoon. After class ended, he brought some pork hock rice from a nearby Chaozhou restaurant. He took four portions in total, one for each person in the dorm. In addition, he also brought some rice noodle wraps and smashed oysters. These two dishes were a job for Meng Fan.

He ate until he was about 70% full and paced back and forth in the dorm to digest as he discussed with Chen Da Qiang about the assistant job.

"Mr. Sleepy is a new rich tycoon."

In the first sentence, Meng Fan established the rate of pay. Chen Da Qiang's family background was not bad, but since he began college he'd been paying for his living costs himself. He was a person who was more demanding of himself.

The salary could be paid by Meng Fan, but considering it carefully, he felt better if it was paid directly by Mr. Sleepy.

"The text is provided by Mr. Sleepy, so we have some design freedom. As long as it doesn't affect the main plot, we can decide for ourselves. As for the main story, there is also room for discussion. Mostly it will focus on our manga adaptation content. As for the storyline, you will have to help me write since I don't think I can handle it alone…"

"…My rate of production won't be slow, so you'll mostly be responsible for outlining, shading, coloring, scanning etc… After drawing for a while, you can decide the amount of work you want to do. I really hope that you can also help with some post-production, such as special effects, rendering, speed lines, etc…"

"That's about it for now. The details we can decide once I produce the draft."

Meng Fan thought for a moment and added, "If there's too much work and you have to rush your draft, you can come to my house. That way you won't have to worry about lights off here."

"Is that okay?" Chen Da Qiang asked.

"Of course it's okay! Meng boss's house is luxe beyond your imagination!" Xing Ta Ge suddenly blurted out.

"Really?"

This provoked Zhang Zhou Wei's interest as well. Pulling on Meng Fan, he said, "I think I would like to interview for this position as well."

Meng Fan could only chuckle.

Once the assistant business was settled, Meng Fan went back to drafting for his manuscript. That night's stream content would be creating illustrations for "There's A Spirit Underground".

"There's A Spirit Underground" was no less popular than the novel by Xiao Ti that Qin Jiao had referred him to, so it was not good for them to see unreleased information. However, now that he had some copyright to "There's A Spirit Underground", and Mr. Sleepy didn't oppose, it would be a good opportunity to promote the book before serialization.

Mr. Sleepy had decided on the Penguin Animation Network as his serialization platform and had been one of the conditions for him when he asked for the copyrights back.

"There's A Spirit Underground" was very popular. It was a unique novel among its genre. Naturally, they did not hope that the manga adaptation can be made available elsewhere. Everything else aside, the author's fans accounted for a lot of the reader base.

Naturally, it should be published on the same platform that hosted the novel.

And when Meng Fan took over the adaptation for it, he had done so partly for the novel's popularity, which involved the issue of book sales.𝑛𝗈𝐕𝓮𝑳𝓃𝐄xt.𝒸𝐎𝗆

Meng Fan knew that with his current fame he could not sell all the printed copies of his own book. At least when he gains popularity from the manga adaptation, it would be easier to sell his own book.

The mission [Professional Manga Artist] required a volume sale of 100,000 copies in addition to ten publications.

Even if it averaged to 10,000 sales per volume, it was still a high number.

Mostly, only well-known artists could reach tens of thousands worth of sales. It was already really good for a regular artist to sell 10,000 copies of their manga.

He streamed until 11:00 pm and worked on his manuscripts before heading to bed at 3:00 am.

The next day, he woke up at 6:00 am and headed for the school.

As time went by, the days are getting shorter, and the sun rises later and later every day. Hence, Meng Fan delayed his morning run by half an hour.

Once he arrived, he had just begun to warm up when Wu Tong arrived.

To be honest, Meng Fan was a bit nervous. It wasn't entirely because of her new identity, but because he had confessed to her.

"Are you planning to join the basketball tournament?"

Wu Tong walked over and chatted to Meng Fan just like before. It seems like she really didn't let Liang Qing's existence affect her relationship with Meng Fan.

"I didn't know you could play basketball too, is your accuracy as good on the court as it is in the arcade?"

After their banter, the two began their run together.

Meng Fan had no problem running his current 10 kilometers at five and a half minutes, so Wu Tong did not need to slow down for him.

He has no classes in the morning, so he headed back home after his run. He continued to draw, half of his time spent on illustrations while the other half was spent on adapting "There's A Spirit Underground".

When his afternoon classes ended, when Qu Jing Jing and the three other girls were already waiting for him outside the classroom.

"Iron senior, it's time for practice."

"Everything else is negotiable, but I want to know, is senior Ah Ning dressed like a woman today?"

"Of course not!"

During afternoon practice, the other team members collaborated with his training in addition to the four cute girls helping him pass.

Time was rushed as the tournament was the next day.

The academy basketball tournament was divided into two rounds. The first round was a round-robin for all 2 basketball teams from the schools of 10 faculties. Only one team will enter the second round from each.

The animation department was part of the media faculty in addition to three others, so their first match began in the afternoon of day one.

During the first match, the photography department had crushed the film and television marketing department with an astounding 51:19. After all, they were the people who lifted heavy machinery!

The second match was between the animation department and the web development and gaming department. Based on previous years, these two departments were equivalent in strength.

This year, however, the situation has changed. The web development and gaming department had two strong basketball players in their freshman year. One of them was even on the varsity team.

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Chapter 135: Anchoring Pin

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Art students all cherished their hands, so they tended to avoid participating in sports like basketball which allowed for them to be easily injured. The animation department's team wasn't the only one that had been forcibly made.

The four departments under the animation and media faculty all had relatively small numbers of players on their basketball teams. Only the photography department had a select few strong pillars and did not care as much for their hands, so they were much laxer on the recruitment process.

The animation department had the least, maxing out at six players.

The first match was against the web development and gaming department, which had eight people.

Based on body height and size, the web dev department possessed an advantage. There were two people above 180 cm, both of them seemingly very built.

The two teams warmed up on opposite sides of the court before the kick-off. The web dev department's team had one person throwing the ball towards the backboard while another member would jump up and dunk it against the backboard. The people behind formed a line that followed, jumping when it reached their turn. It was proper and induced the cheers and screams from the web dev spectators to the side of the court.

One of the 182 cm tall boys wearing the No.3 jersey cooly made a beheading action with his hand at the animation department as he received the ball during a 180 turn in mid-air. It attracted another wave of screaming. Youthful air was everywhere.

"Come, time to learn some names."

After an average warm-up session, senior Ah Ning took out his clipboard and called the six players. Calling mainly to the five players excluding Meng Fan. "I've told you guys about their team's situation beforehand, so let's recall some names. The guy who just made that neck cut action at us, Number 3, is the new freshman. He is a bit arrogant and likes to make breakthroughs. He's not bad at making fouls either, so when you defend, pay attention to him. Everything else should go according to our existing plan."

"The other freshman to watch out for is number 9. He has an average build, so there's no need to target him with a special guard. It's not like we would get results anyways. In addition, there are two seniors that you should also watch out for, number 11 and number 23…"

The words Meng Fan kept hearing from the side was "handle according to our existing plans". He had no idea what this "plan" was.

It's not that senior Ah Ning didn't want to tell Meng Fan, but because it was useless to tell him anyway. Meng Fan only had one task; to score while the opposition was unprepared.

"OK! Our goal for the first half is to even the score within ten points. When we get to the second half, you'll know what to do."

Senior Ah Ning clapped his hands and then smacked the ass of all 5 starting players before they went on court.

The morale of the team was alright. After all, they had Meng Fan as their trump card.

As for the ass tapping… It is what it is. At least senior Ah Ning wasn't dressed as a girl.

The game was divided into the first half and second half, each taking 20 minutes.

Maybe it was because of their calm mentality that 10 minutes after kick-off, the animation department managed to maintain an even score of 12 points against the much stronger web dev team.

The web dev. Development's number 3 had great burst indeed. However, his hit rate after his pop off was not high.

On the contrary, the performance of a junior in the web dev department was more eye-catching. Although he didn't get much ball possession, he also scored 6 points, like number 3.

Ten minutes later, the number 3 jersey became worked up. Maybe because someone else stole his limelight, as each time he got the ball, it was always a solo point. He scored several points, but his turnover rate was also higher.

When the first half ended, the score was 24:22. The animation department was actually 2 points ahead.

When they walked off the court, there was a smile on all the players from the animation department's team. Senior Ah Ning also gave words of encouragement to each player. The web dev. Side was a different story. Some looked dejected, while others were seething with anger.

"Pick and roll? Do you guys know what that is? One by one all standing like statues, are you columns?!" Number 3 was fuming.

"You're one to talk, you knew you were about to breakthrough, but you still pushed it! Do you not know how to pass?"

"Yeah, we gave you so many balls, but how many did you score?!"

The other teammates also began to fume upon hearing him.

"Enough!"

The temporary coach from the web dev. Department hollered. He did not dare to talk more smack at this time, squeezing out a smile and said to no.3, "You should pass the ball to Ah Xin more. He has a good feel. As long as he is open, the attention will redirect towards him. Then when he returns it to you, it will be easier to breakthrough."

No.3 nodded carelessly.

On the animation department's side, senior Ah Ning rounded up all the players and smiled. "It seems like my guess was correct. That no.3 loves the spotlight, and at this level competition, he doesn't take it seriously. He is arrogant. When he noticed that no.11 scored more points than him, he began to tilt. If they can't adjust during this admission, they won't be able to cooperate in the second half. If we play well, there won't be a need for Meng Fan to come in. Let's follow our existing plan. If no.3 still behaves the same in the second half, then 11 will have the opportunity to take the ball."

This time around, Meng Fan was able to understand some of the plans. In a simple basketball game, senior Ah Ning was able to analyze their human nature and use it to his advantage. This was admirable. He could target one person and bring success to the full team!

It's pretty terrifying when this top student uses his wit.

After ten minutes of intermission, the second half began. After no.3 received the ball again, he pushed forward on his own, completely turning a blind eye to no.11, who had no defense on him at all.

Score!

No.3 gave a smirk to no.11 and ran back to defend.

No.11 did not look pleased, but seeing no.3 score, there was nothing he could say.

Next, no.3 proceeded to solo three more shots, but none of them scored.

"Give me the ball!"

No.11 angrily snapped at his other teammates.

"Give it to me!"

No. 3 was also screaming.

On the other hand, the animation department remained steady. Unconsciously, they gradually distanced their score.

Time out!

The web dev department asked for a time out.

The break seemed to be effective when the game resumed. But it didn't take two minutes for them to return to their bickering.

Swap players!

The web dev department's coach responded quickly this time, straight up replacing no.3, their team's most optimistic scoring ace.

"You're too restless. You can go back when you've calmed down." The web dev coach forced another tight smile.

"If they gave me those balls, we would be caught up already!"

No.3 took off his jersey and left.

They swapped him with a person who's skills were not as good as no.3, but his presence allowed the rest of the team to be more harmonious. Only, for this kind of competition, 50 points were already a great score. Even in a good game, it was not easy to catch up when you're a dozen points behind.

And they had nobody who could close the gap.

Plus, the animation department had high morale as they began to familiarize themselves as they cooperated with each other. Under the unique command of senior Ah Ning, the teams were now even in skill. Although they had closed in on the points, they still managed to win the game with a 5 points advantage.

At the end of the game, senior Ah Ning was quite nervous. After all, this was an elimination-style game. They'd be out if they lost. He kept staring back at the score. If it had gone within 4 points, he would have sent Meng Fan to play.

But the end did not require it.

"Iron bro, thank you, we won!" The red-haired youth and the other team members all cheered as they looked towards Meng Fan.

Meng Fan was speechless. "I didn't even play."

"As long as you're here, our hearts can rest!"𝑛𝗈𝐕𝓮𝑳𝓃𝐄xt.𝒸𝐎𝗆

"You're our anchoring pin, our secret nuclear weapon!"

"Mr. Iron, you alright?"

"This sentence is pretty hardcore!"

In comparison, the animation department was much more peaceful.

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Chapter 136: Serving Warmth

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Both temporary coaches had been pulled over to shake hands. After all, winning came first and friendship came second. The game was a disaster, so they had to retain the friendship.

"A great hand of cards has been broken!"

The web dev coach shook hands with senior Ah Ning and smiled bitterly. "I thought we could have steadily made the next round, but we didn't expect this! I should have noticed the signs earlier, this loss is on me!"

"The signs" obviously referred to no.3's arrogance and unwillingness to cooperate.

Then senior Ah Ning set him straight. "Even if you discovered it sooner, it would be useless. If you can't serve the people, they won't listen to you. If you toss that no.3 into the varsity team, he is guaranteed to behave."

"Do you have to be so heart-shattering?" The web dev coach said as he clutched his chest.

Senior Ah Ning bellowed like Zhang Fei.

What could the web dev coach do? He wasn't even confident in his retort abilities. "I would like to see how the photography department blows you up tonight!"

"You're good at most things, but you suck at picking out people!"

Senior Ah Ning gave another scathing burn and went to shake hands with the other team members as he encouraged them. He then leads the animation department's team as they withdrew from the court.

The academy's basketball tournament schedule was very tight. There were two more games happening on the court they were on. If they fully occupied all the other basketball courts, the elimination rounds would finish if the games commence from tonight until the next morning.

The elimination rounds between the media and animation faculty were between the photography department and the animation department at 7:00 pm.

The time was rushed, but to be honest, a level 2 school competition was not very strong, and the energy consumption was not large either. Three or four hours of rest was just enough time to make up their stamina.

The other members might have had a hard time with this, but Meng Fan had nothing to say. He didn't even get to warm up in the afternoon game, let alone play.

"Tonight's tournament will be hard."

When they returned to the temporary classroom, senior Ah Ning tossed out a few mats and told all five members to lay flat on it. The five players obediently laid down and spread their limbs like an octopus, and one on one began their relaxation massage.

"The machine carriers are a traditionally strong team. Last year, they made the top 4 in the academy. Based on technique alone, they are weaker than the web dev department's team. However, they are individually very tall and very strong. And they don't have a "star player" like the web dev team. They are very united. So for tonight's game, we should… Heh, where's Meng Fan?"

It wasn't until five minutes before the kick-off that senior Ah Ning saw Meng Fan slowly lumbering over.

"Where did you go? Why didn't you answer your phone? What were you doing?"

Senior Ah Ning, holding the clipboard hit him with a 3x combo.

"I went back to draw." Meng Fan said calmly, "I didn't play in the afternoon, so I didn't need the rest or the massage and whatnot. I don't understand the tactics either, so I left."

Senior Ah Ning thought about it and felt it was a reasonable excuse. He then left him be, cautioning his team to be aware before returning to the stool that someone had brought for him.

Warming up before the game, the machine carriers… heh. The photography department's team was already in place. Looking at them, the average height was about 180 cm, which was by far one of the highest throughout the academy. Each player was thick and built, but overall more rough compared to most of the boys from the art academy. Only the muscular heroes from the sculpture department can stand a chance against them.

Senior Ah Ning noticed Meng Fan had found a stool from somewhere and was lounging in it like a mob boss. He picked up his stool and shuffled over, pressing his voice. "You must always be prepared. I was able to deal with the web dev team, but the photography department is a bit different; there's no point to the target. If the score falls behind more than 10 points, you will have to play."

Meng Fan nodded.𝗇𝑜𝒱𝔢𝗅𝞰𝔢xt.𝒸𝒐𝕞

However, something occurred that senior Ah Ning didn't even predict. In less than 10 minutes, the score wasn't at a 10 point lead yet, but a member from the animation department had twisted his ankle and was unable to play.

As the only substitute, Meng Fan could only fill in.

It seemed their secret trump card was no longer a secret.

When Meng Fan stepped onto the court, the entire photography department turned their heads toward him.

"The iron hero is really on the animation department's basketball team!"

"Everyone be careful, this master has insane accuracy!"

"I know, who hasn't seen his stream?!"

"Defend him!"

"Has anyone seen him play basketball? Does he know how to play offense? This figure… There's nobody on our team who can take a hit right?"

He was really impossible to hide. At least, not as easy senior Ah Ning had thought. Although no other faculty members have seen Meng Fan cast a shot on a normal basketball court, everyone knew of his overpowered shooting abilities.

If he was a god at shooting machines, he must also be godly at shooting real basketballs. This was the logic of the majority, anyways. Only a select few 'intellectuals' thought that Meng Fan wouldn't be able to score.

Even after he appeared, the opposition had determined that Meng Fan sat out last game because he was the trump card that senior Ah Ning had prepared.

Only, they didn't know just how accurate he could be.

But that didn't prevent them from putting all their defenses on Meng Fan.

"Iron bro."

The red-haired youth took the ball and tried to shoot it before handing it off to Meng Fan.

Immediately, two players from the photography department closed in on Meng Fan.

Try to shoot?

Impossible.

Meng Fan's hand trembled as he passed the ball to no.8, who had no defense on him. His positioning was ideal.

With his 14 precision, his passes were accurate as well. The ball traveled like someone had delivered it straight from Meng Fan to No.8's hands. It was almost too comfortable.

"Why did you pass it to me?"

"Seems like a good shot."

"Score one."

No. 8 effortlessly scored two points.

"He knows how to pass?"

Senior Ah Ning looked like he just discovered America.

Then, Meng Fan verified his thoughts.

Twice in a row, Meng Fan passed the ball to someone who was open while he was being blocked by two giants from the photography department. Both times the ball traveled flawlessly into the desired targets' hands regardless of what angle it was thrown from. It was so comfortable to receive that it made scoring easier.

This happened three more times. The photography department's team was stunned. "Does this guy only know how to pass?"

"But he was so clean at scoring baskets on the machine."

They began to doubt their existence.

At the end of the first half, Meng Fan did not score any points. As long as he received the ball, he would pass it on.

His throwing precision had improved, and he had better observational skills as well. Meng Fan was accurate at finding an open target, and his passes were comfortable. Everyone on the team including the red-haired youth all got "served" by Meng Fan at least once.

These four played basketball often, but they've never received the ball in such a clean manner. They all looked like they had just won the lottery. The way they looked at Meng Fan was even different.

A real boss!

He was incredible at scoring but still gave them the opportunity to show off themselves. You don't need too many of these types of teammates. One was enough!

During intermission, senior Ah Ning was a bit curious. "Why don't you score?"

"Didn't you say I'm the trump card?" Meng Fan responded.

In fact, Meng Fan did not feel anything new from shooting. It would go in no matter how he shot it. As long as they could win the game, he was definitely going to find some ways to make this interesting.

Serving people 'warmth' was way more interesting than scoring points himself.

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Chapter 137: Rebound!

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The score from the first half was 25:27, with the animation department only 2 points behind. This was a perfectly acceptable score to Ah Ning and the rest of the department.

"Awesome, I didn't know Iron bro knew how to pass so well."

Senior Ah Ning was overjoyed. He rapidly adjusted his plan for the second half and gathered everyone during half time. "We have a disadvantage in terms of physical confrontation. But now that we have Iron bro's passing skills, you should give up physical confrontation and dash for the ball instead when we are on the offensive."

He then looked at Meng Fan. "Can your ball find them?"

Meng Fan nodded. "Of course."

"It's settled then!"

Senior Ah Ning clapped his hands together in excitement and then smacked each player on the ass. Meng Fan wanted to dodge it, but he was no match for senior Ah Ning's agility. He was much more flexible than him.

When the second half began, the photography department had changed their game plan. After Meng received the ball, one person would be responsible for guarding him, standing one meter away as he awaited Meng Fan's pass.

The rest covered one player each.

"Run."

Meng Fan held the ball as he analyzed his surroundings, directing his teammates to run. The photography department's players followed tightly behind.

Meng Fan waited for the eight people to run for a moment before tossing the ball out.

To whom?

Whoosh.

He shot it himself!

Meng Fan didn't intend to tease him, but he really couldn't find an opening for a pass, so he shot it himself.

However, there was a reason why he waited before throwing it.

The person who ran was sure to conserve more energy than the person who is following. After all, one could stop and turn whenever they want, while the opponent has to force themselves to stop and turn to keep up, which in turn consumes more physical energy.

As a long-distance runner, Meng Fan was very aware of the importance of physical fitness.

"Iron senior add oil!"𝗇𝑜𝒱𝔢𝗅𝞰𝔢xt.𝒸𝒐𝕞

When Meng Fan finally scored, Qu Jing Jing and the girls who were falling asleep suddenly became full of energy.

The game that followed became more and more interesting. As long as two people defended Meng Fan, Meng Fan would pass the ball, as someone was always open. If only one person guarded him, and there were no ideal passing opportunities, then he would score the point himself.

Five minutes later, the animation department overtook the score.

It wasn't that the photography department's offense wasn't effective, as they also scored a lot of points, only during every exchange, the animation department would exceed them by one point even if they had the same hit rate. After all, Meng Fan had been scoring three-pointers which would always provide an extra point.

Why was Meng Fan scoring exclusively 3 point shots?

Realistically, it was because Meng Fan did not dare to dribble after taking the ball outside of the three-point line. His base dribbling skill was practically zero. If he bounced it even once, he might even lose the ball, nonetheless, have it be stolen by the other team.

"We're steady!"

Ten minutes later, senior Ah Ning began to relax.

The web dev team's temporary coach was sitting on the stool Meng Fan had been on during this time. Sitting next to senior Ah Ning, he asked, "How are you so sure?"

"Can you not tell?" Senior Ah Ning pointed to the court. "The machine carriers are burnt out, it's almost too easy for us."

"Also have you noticed…" Senior Ah Ning spoke slowly as he patiently explained to the temporary coach of the web dev team. "Our Iron buddy cannot only pass but also receive rebounds."

The web dev coach did not agree with this. "How is that rebounding? He's standing there without moving and the ball still bounces back to him, you call that rebounding?!"

Senior Ah Ning chuckled. "Based on statistics, this really is his rebound."

The web dev coach was deep in thought for a long time. "Be honest, did he drink Balangen cough medicine before playing? Otherwise, how can the backboard follow him around like that?" *

In Chinese, Lan Ban is the word for the backboard, hence the pun refers to Meng Fan drinking Ban Lan Gen, a type of cough medicine to get the backboard to follow him.*

Senior Ah Ning howled with laughter. "Your analysis is very refreshing!"

Meng Fan felt very helpless towards these rebound balls as well. The offensive rebounds were good because he could take the ball outside the 3 point line and pass it if he couldn't score without entering the region. However, they still had to defend when the ball was on their own side. As long as he stepped inside the three-point line, the basketball that did not score would bounce to him. About seven out of ten rebounds would do this.

So if the photography department missed their shot, then they would have no hope at an offensive rebound.

If they can't receive the offensive rebounds, then it would be very difficult to win the match.

Why was this?

Meng Fan knew it was definitely not his luck attribute. He was about 80-90% sure it had something to do with his sense of validation.

11 validation was not a joke. Strictly based on the metaphysics, Meng Fan was genuinely worried this attribute could change the normal trajectory of someone else's throw.

Estimated, if his validation was increased to 100 points, the sky and earth might just sandwich him. If it was even higher, maybe a comet would fly at him!

It was terrifying just thinking about. Thankfully, he had a hat.

The match progressed. When there were less than 5 minutes left, the animation department had accumulated a large advantage, overtaking the opposition by a dozen or so points.

Meng Fan did not score much, but he was the one responsible for 100% of the photography department's headaches. It was useless to defend him and futile if they didn't. And if they weren't aware of him, he'd steal your rebounds. There really was nothing you could do! After all, he already had the physique of a god. He could catch the ball without jumping, and nobody could move him by pushing or shoving.

The most terrifying thing was that this fatty could run too!

Beep!

The whistle sounded, signaling the end of the game. The five hefty but sullen members of the losing team did not feel angry or disappointed. Instead, they were actually relieved, as if a weight had been lifted off their chests.

The animation department's team after Meng Fan's addition was a team that made your balls hurt!

Originally, they had prepared for the arcade basketball god score a frenzy of points, but that did not happen. Meng Fan did not score that many points throughout the entire game, but they continued to inexplicably lose possession of the ball amidst the confusion. They could accept losing by a long shot, but to lose without knowing how it was, was really a miserable feeling!

When the teams shook hands at the end, they all couldn't help but gaze at Meng Fan. No matter how they looked at him, there was a sinister evil present!

"Ding!"

When the referee committee announced that the animation department had won the internal finals and would be moving on in the competition, an alert sounded off in Meng fan's head.

"Ding! Decision making unsuccessful. You've failed to retain the championship honor point."

Despite the failure, he accumulated another 10% towards the success rate judgment. This was unexpected for Meng Fan. Even this level two faculty-wide tournament championship counted as a championship; only it was nowhere close to a provincial level competition, but that was alright.

In other words, Meng Fan could now confirm that any championship below a provincial level could receive the system's judgment as long as he won.

A championship from a village competition would count as a win, and even a championship from a classroom competition counted as well. As long as it has a competition procedure, it counted.

The next match was to be held on the next day. They did not know who the animation department would be facing, as they had to wait until the other level two faculty matches were finished.

"Everyone played very well today, let's go eat, my treat. After dinner, we're washing our feet!" senior Ah Ning suddenly realized something was missing. Looking around in a circle, he said, "Where's Iron bud?"

"He slipped away as soon as the tournament ended."

"Is he really trying this hard to hide his talents?"

"He's so low key!"

"Low key my a*s, he went to stream his new manga! I heard he's adapting a famous spiritual genre novel!"

"They're serializing "There's a Spirit Underground"? Finally!"

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Chapter 138: Local Tycoon Stream

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Mr. Sleepy had got in touch with Penguin Animation Network and QiDian after confirming his collaboration with Meng Fan. Coincidentally, the editor Penguin Animation sent to match scripts with Mr. Sleepy had been Yi Xin from the campus genre group. Indeed, Penguin Animation Network had classified him under campus thriller.

The signing process was very fast. Yi Xing had booked a direct flight to Shanghai and met up with the people from Qi Dian. Together, along with Mr. Sleepy, they signed the contract together.

After signing the contract, Meng Fan's account profile updated, listing "There's A Spirit Underground" to his new publications.

Mr. SLeepy was a man who was proactive in everything he did except for when it came to updating his novel. After seeing Meng Fan's first three chapters, he already began to urge Meng Fan to upload it several times. Yesterday, they set the official serialization time for 8:00 pm, but Meng Fan did not foresee he would have a basketball tournament during this time, so he urgently pushed it to 9:00 pm.

The upload time was flexible except Meng Fan and Mr. Sleepy had arranged for a release conference by way of a live stream.

A normal person wouldn't pass up the opportunity for a release conference, but Meng Fan and Mr. Sleepy weren't ordinary people.

Meng Fan slipped out of the basketball court and left the school. He took a shower after getting home and got in contact with Mr. Sleepy to confirm their 9:00 pm stream.

Mr. Sleepy began to update his Weibo and other channels, while Meng Fan sent a group message to several different chat rooms. It was very generous of 8th station to also provide Meng Fan with a spot on the recommended list, on the home page too.

After all, Meng Fan could be considered as a big-name streamer, and Mr. Sleepy was very well known on the 8th station as well.

When all the preparations were made, they logged in the channel at 8:55 and went live at 59.

"You made it?"

"Mr. Sleepy, you should update your novel, there's no more toilet paper left in the village outhouse!"

"Hahaha, rushing him the moment he logs on, only you diehard sleepy bugs can do this!"

"Mr. Sleepy, it's fine if you delay your novel, but even postponing the stream for an hour… Are you sure you weren't a mop in your last life?"

"Looking forward to the serialization!"

"I loved Meng boss's illustrations for "There's A Spirit Underground", so I'm really looking forward to the manga adaptation!"

"I'm not trying to suck up here, but when I saw Meng boss draw the illustrations I had a premonition that he would be responsible for the adaptation as well!"

"Mr. Sleepy used to post a lot of illustrations from other artists, but they were all missing something!"

"Hahaha I'm not trying to call out any artist, I'm just saying that all artists are garbage except for Meng boss!"

"Do you have to be so hardcore? Hahaha!"

"Before watching the stream, I had seen some of the adaptation content. I'm very faithful in Meng boss's drawing abilities!"

"His drawing style is absolutely perfect!"

After they went on the air, he used his laptop to log into the profile of the Penguin Animation Network and sent out the first chapter that he had scanned and uploaded. Then he spoke, "Hello everyone, the manga version for "There's a Spirit Underground" is now officially uploaded, and began its serialization!"

Then he returned to the homepage with the manga and showed it to everyone. Then he opened the manga to show the first page on stream, which was the cover page. Aside from the name of the book was the titles of the creative staff.

Author: KeyboardsMakeMeSleepy

Adapted by: KeyboardsMakeMeSleepy, MengFattysOpenServer

Master artist: MengFattysOpenServer

Assistant: XQiang

XQiang, of course, was Da Qiang. The X didn't mean it was a cross, but an unknown number.

Meng Fan asked him why it was an unknown number, but hearing Da Qiang said it represented Wei Zhi Xue, Meng Fan was convinced.*

The characters for the unknown in Chinese is Wei Zhi, which sounds exactly like the first 2 characters of Wei Zhi Xue's name.*

After introducing the main creator for the adaptation, Meng Fan spoke up, "This so-called press conference is actually an event for the live serialization. The event is simple, you guys collect, while me and Mr. Sleepy draw prizes."

"For every 10,000 collectors, we will give away a small prize. Every 100,000 will net in a grand prize." Meng Fan pointed the camera at the table stacked full of gifts. From the stash, he grabbed a book and said, "The first prize is the first volume of "There's A Spirit Underground". For the first volume, we will give out 10."

He put down the book and refreshed the interface. There were already 6000 collectors. After refreshing two more times, the 10,000 quotas were reached and they began to draw names.

"The second prize was a copy of "Guide To Campus RoMANce", also ten draws. Don't ask me why I'm giving out copies of my own manga at the press conference for "There's A Spirit Underground", and don't ask me if I'm giving out these mangas because I printed too many and couldn't gift all of them."

"The third prize is the physical copies of volumes 1-3 for "There's A Spirit Underground". This will also be gifted 10 times."

"The fourth prize… Rest assured it won't be a novel or manga." Meng Fan took out a figurine and brought it into the video. "This is the special figure of the male lead character from "There's A Spirit Underground" that Mr. Sleepy had specially made. The workmanship is top-notch, you guys can take a look. There will be ten of these."

"The fifth prize will be a custom T-shirt from "There's A Spirit Underground". There will also be ten of these."

"The sixth prize… hehe, it's a good one. Mr. Sleepy specifically found a five-piece costume of the spirit fox maiden from the novel. This was a last-minute addition by Mr. Sleepy, so I don't have a sample, but I can show you guys the design drawings, which were realized very well. If you are chosen and you're a cute girl, I won't say anything, but if you're a cute boy, then, hehe congrats… Your path to crossdressing has just opened!"

"The seventh prize…"

Meng Fan and Mr. Sleepy, or mostly just Mr. Sleepy had put a lot of effort into preparing the gifts. They were mostly customized, and the price was not cheap.

The Penguin Animation Network's profile for them grew rapidly, with Meng Fan starting a new draw just as he finished another.

When Meng Fan serialized their series, "Guide To Campus RoMANce", he had gained 60,000 collectors through the stream alone, so today's situation can't even compare. Mr. Sleepy's fans were here today, and they had over 160,000 viewers online. Mr.Sleepy had pulled over 50,000 netizens.

Soon, the collectors reached 100,000, and it was time for the 10th prize, also the first grand prize.

"The grand prize is here, Mr.Sleepy says the grand prize will be simple. Cash, for 10 people, 888 HXB per person." Meng Fan said, "I will contact Mr. Sleepy and let him do the draws. Oh right, Mr.Sleepy just said, if we can reach 200,000 collectors today, he will give out five extra cash prizes of 1888 HXB in addition to the grand prize."

After the announcement, he connected Mr. Sleepy to his stream and waited.

"When the hell did I say that?!"

Mr. Sleepy silently cursed to himself. After he was connected, he waved his hands. "Meng boss also said he will give out five extra gifts, worth 1888 HXB as well!"

Who doesn't know how to be a troll?!

Hearing this, Meng Fan cursed silently, but he continued to smile and nod.

It's just giving out coins, he'll do it!

Either way, the [Wealth Distribution Cherub] task was still present, and Meng Fan couldn't wait to collect more collector points to finish the [Collector of Millions] task.

He had originally felt that this task would take a long time, but it seems to be alright now.

First of all, the task required his online manga to receive 1 million collectors, but it did not limit it to one publication. Hence, the collectors for "There's A Spirit Underground" would count as well.

"Guide To Campus RoMANce" has a current collector count of 300,000. After all, Meng Fan did not promote it during his stream, so this number was still quite gratifying.

Of course, there were only so many viewers in a stream channel. Although there were new viewers everyday, it was hard to increase the collection count after reaching a certain number.𝗇𝑜𝒱𝔢𝗅𝞰𝔢xt.𝒸𝒐𝕞

But with the addition of a new manga, everything would be different. The netizens who have already added his novel to their collections could continue to add and provide more experience for Meng Fan's mission.

The rewards from the task [Collector of Millions] was still very desirable. Drawing skills, scriptwriting, the set design will all receive a 3 boost. To Meng Fan, their role was quite large.

The sooner he finished, the sooner he could improve his manga creating skills.

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Chapter 139: #1 Girl Streamer in the Gaming Category

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Mr. Sleepy brought in several fans of his novel, and there were several local netizens who were also local tycoons, spreading out C spot halos in the live comments. 8th Station decided to give him some face and add him to the recommended list on the home page. In addition to Meng Fan's existing popularity, his viewers broke the 300,000 marks in half an hour. And it was still growing.

There were several people watching the stream, and even more who had clicked on the link on Penguin Animation Network directing them to the collections page for "There's A Spirit Underground". When the grand prize had just been given out for the 100,000 follower landmark, the collectors immediately jumped to 110,000.

Meng Fan continued to draw the prizes. This time, he didn't pull out anything but presented a GIF instead. "This is the newest magical array wireless charger from Japan, isn't it super cool? Five winners."

The GIF showed a black circular disk, and when the phone was placed in the center, a magic inscription lit up around the center. Following closely, the light would form into a six-pointed magic circle. When everything was lit up, the phone turned on as well, showing the charging display.

"Holy! This is whack!"

"Insanely Chunnibiyo isn't it?!"

"I want it !"

"Pick me!"

"I probably won't win, so can Mr. host send the link to the product!"

"What what what can Mr. host tell me the price so I wouldn't want to buy it, thanks!"

"Don't worry, it'll be on Taobao in a few days hahaha!"

"I feel like the phone's gonna grow wings anytime now!"

"Wait so Sakura isn't going to appear next?"

"That's too cool!"

"Can someone tell me how this works?"

"Magnetic sensors, its high school physics."

"Wireless charger? Hehe, I have to buy a phone that supports wireless charging!"

"Garbage, I can't even play a game as it charges!"

"Hahahahaha I got selected, I'm slapping myself, I want to retract my words!"

Meng Fan and Mr. Sleepy had meticulously selected the gifts for the stream. More accurately, Mr. Sleepy was the one who had done most of the work. After all, he was proactive in everything, asides from updating his novel. Of course, the premise of his generosity was that his family owned coal.

So far among the eleven gifts given, excluding the books that were given in the first round, the gifts were not cheap, in addition to being well thought. Like the figures, which had been handmade by one of the best companies in the country. Although they were tiny, one figure cost several hundred… And the five fox girl costumes were also made by a famous cosplay studio. He had ordered ten outfits in total but was only giving away five. On average, one costume cost about 1300-1400 HXB. It was the most expensive product given away on stream.

In the first 11 draws, the total cost of the projects was 30,000.

Meng Fan and Mr. Sleepy had prepared 20 gifts in total, after calculating, the total cost was over 100,000 HXB—there were even more luxe gifts to follow.

Spending 100,000 hxb for gifts? Are they crazy?

Depends on the situation.

If it was some small-time streamer, five dollars was already an incredible reward. However, it was different for a broadcast with over 100,000 viewers.

100,000 viewers… If you were to really host a press conference, it would be considered well run if you could even get a few.

If you wanted to throw money, you need a venue to do it.

Meng Fan's stream had always maintained a viewer count of 50,000 or more, and when there was an event happening, it was normal to reach 100,000.

Even so, it was still hard to spend 100,000.

If he wanted to distribute 100,000, he'd need to satisfy the 20 rounds of gifts, which meant they would need 200,000 collectors. 200,000 collectors… Assuming you were a saint, you'd still need at least 200,000 views on the stream, right?

On the other hand, it was impossible to get 200,000 legit collectors anywhere else with only 100,000 HXB.

It's not that all the netizen accounts on his stream were active ones, but the ratio of real to fake users was pretty touching. After all, Meng Fan and Mr. Sleepy's fans were all active users. They might not be able to follow his manga, but there would be at least 1/3 followers or 1/10 who were willing to.

But can it compare with the ones who were willing to pay and collect his novel?

Either way to Mr. Sleepy, this 100,000 was worth distributing no matter how it was spread.

Additionally, there were some viewers of the stream from Meng Fan or Mr. Sleepy's follower base who were willing to spend thousands if not millions on gifting the host or the author simply for the joy of it, especially when Mr. Sleepy comes from such an affluent family.

When they planned this, Meng Fan had thought about taking this opportunity to complete [Wealth Distribution Cherub, so he suggested to Mr.Sleepy that he had some gifts too so he would pay for half, however, he was immediately rejected by Mr. Sleepy's statement of "Who are you looking down on?"

Of course, Mr. Sleepy had also mentioned he rejected Meng Fan's contribution not because his family owned coal, but because Meng Fan had provided the platform already, which could compensate for his 100,000.

Meng Fan listened to this and gave up. He could distribute wealth whenever he pleased.

The lottery continued. When the collector count reached 150,000 on Penguin Animation Network, the rate of increase began to slow down.

At this time, there were over 450,000 online users in the stream, creating a new record high for Meng Fan's channel.

450,000 online, 150,000 collectors—there must have been some otakus who collected the novel as well from the animation network's platform. Let's not mention the quantity of these viewers—this kind of ration was already very extraordinary. It was unrealistic to expect a 1:1 ratio!

Seeing that the count had stopped increasing, the draws began to slow down as well. The atmosphere was a bit awkward, and Meng Fan debated if he should work on his illustrations while he waited for the collectors or give out the remaining prizes in one go.

After all, he couldn't just stare at the growth chart.

Chatting with the viewers didn't seem as comfortable as drawing illustrations. Plus, he could gift the drawings to his netizens too.

At this time, Meng Fan saw the viewer count of the stream suddenly skyrocket.

In a blink, his view count increased from 450,000 to 500,000. Then 550,000 viewers, 580,000 viewers, 600,000 viewers… 700,000 viewers, and it was still growing!

Then, the live comments all collectively said one statement.

"Ms. Bunny is making her rounds, present all your carrots!"

"Ms. Bunny is making her rounds, present all your carrots!"

"…"

Ms. Bunny?

Meng Fan thought for a moment. Someone with the word Bunny in their name sounded too imposing. He could only think of one person; 8th stations biggest video game streamer, BunToothJi.

BunToothJi could be considered the number one female video game streamer on the 8th station. She was one of those female gamers who was very good at the game, could operate several different genres of games, and her specialty was always streaming with a bunny mask on. No one has ever seen her appearance before, but the eyes that were exposed were very delightful to look at, beautifully large and round.

Meng Fan had seen her live streams before, only he couldn't think of any connection between him and her no matter how hard he tried. Could it be that she just happened to make her rounds at his channel?

These so-called 'rounds' was a term these famous streamers deemed for when they were bored or had time and wanted to take their viewers to visit someone else's stream.𝗇𝑜𝒱𝔢𝗅𝞰𝔢xt.𝒸𝒐𝕞

Generally speaking, it was more common for male streamers to make rounds in female streamers' channels, as this was more interesting as well.

Meng Fan was wondering as well when suddenly someone gifted a 1024 Gunpowder cannon. It came with a message too.

"Meng host, do you remember that night in Wuzhen?"

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Chapter 140: 200,000 Collectors

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"Meng host, do you remember that night in Wuzhen?"

When BunToothJi presented the gift and left the message, the live comments immediately blew up, breaking the collective chain of messages with a bombardment of gossip from his original viewers.

"It really was BunToothJi!"

"BunToothJi actually knows Meng boss!"

"Meng boss, tell us your story!"

"BunToothJi is not a girl without a backstory!"

"Tu Yu He is that you?"

"Ms. Bunny is heroic, you can secure Meng fatty!"𝗇𝑜𝒱𝔢𝗅𝞰𝔢xt.𝒸𝒐𝕞

"Hahaha, Ms. Bunny is here to eat carrots for real this time!"

"Can someone tell me what just happened?"

"BunToothJi? Meng host? What's going on?"

"It's my first time seeing Ms. Bunny flirt with someone!"

"Connect! Connect!"

"Connect! Connect!"

Slowly, the barrage in his live comments got reoccupied with his existing netizens.

As for the netizens from Ms. Bunny's stream, they mostly remained calm. Before they had entered the stream, Ms. Bunny had already told them the story between her and Meng Fan. If there wasn't a story here, there wouldn't be so many fickle netizens visiting meng Fan's stream, even if it had been BunToothJi.

After all, not all people who liked video game streams also liked manga and illustrations.

When Meng Fan saw her message, he remembered who she was.

When he had streamed his run from Hangzhou to Shanghai, he'd passed through Wuzhen. During his night tour stream in Wuzhen, something happened that left a deep impression on him. He had caught a pervert.

At the time, the introverted girl who was violated had escaped for some reason, while two spectators had followed Meng Fan to the police station as his witness. One of them was a sweet romantic auntie, and another was a fast-thinking big-eyed girl.

After they left the police station, they went to eat BBQ together and even exchanged Wechat information with the big-eyed girl. After they separated, the big-eyed girl had even talked about streaming on 8th Station and even said that she would bring people to make rounds in his stream.

Meng Fan would never have imagined that big-eyed girl was the number one female video game streamer, BunToothJi!

"You were the big-eyed girl from that night?" Meng Fan already confirmed it, but he still wanted to ask. He knew she could hear him, but he didn't wait for her response. "I didn't think you were BunToothJi, I've watched your stream before. Only you always wear a mask when you stream, so I didn't recognize you that night."

At this time, Meng Fan saw an incoming request for connecting or a group stream. He accepted. The streaming window was split into two, and a mask-wearing BunToothJi appeared in the second half of the screen.

"Hello everyone."

Bun Tooth Ji greeted the fickle netizens in the stream, then spoke to Meng Fan, "I always wanted to make some rounds in your stream, but I couldn't find an opportunity. I heard you were going to serialize your new manga today, and "There's a Spirit Underground" happens to be one of my favorite novels, so I brought my netizens to say hi."

BunToothJi blinked and smiled. "I told my netizens what happened that night in Wuzhen. They all think you are very manly, so they came with me to support your manga. Bun army, let's contribute to the collections. How many buns came? Meng boss's manga has only been collected 150,000 times, so it shouldn't be hard for our Bun army to get it to 200,000, right? Meng boss tell us how many you have so far."

Meng Fan refreshed his background interface. His collectors had gone from 150,000 to 180,000. It must have gone up in the last couple of minutes.

He refreshed a few more times. 190,000… 200,000!

"Bun army" was a terrifying execution strategy!

BunToothJi saw the 200,000 collectors and smiled. "Meng boss, it's time to draw! We will return once you're done giving out prizes. We saw your presents and they were very enticing, I will try to get what I can with my Bun army.

What could Meng Fan say? Time to begin the draw.

Meng Fan really did not expect he would have such an unexpected harvest during tonight's stream. BunToothJi had brought at least 350,000 bun soldiers—not including those who heard of a draw and rushed over—it was definitely the style of 8th station's number one female gaming streamer.

Meng Fan began to draw from the 12th round or prizes all the way until the 20th. It was the second grand prize too, so he paused for a moment to speak, "The second grand prize will come later. Me and Mr. Sleepy will draw the last minute of 1888 HXB together. Ten of each, at the same time."

Meng Fan set the giveaway header too: Ms. Bunny is heroic, Bun Army is badass.

At the end of the add on the draw—with the management contacting the winners—Meng Fan cleared his throat and spoke up, "The second grand prize will only have one winner… It's a mystery three-piece. The prize is with Mr. Sleepy, so I will connect with him on stream and have him do the draw."

His screen was switched to Mr. Sleepy. At this time, Mr. Sleepy looked stern. "Next, the mysterious three-piece prize are all authentic brand name products."

Mr. Sleepy held up the first item and introduced it. "First is an LV bag. As a world-class manufacturer of luxury goods, accessories are very important. This horsewhip was released in 2016 as their new accessory. It's very suitable for using during equestrian sports, and all who have used it have given it great reviews. Remember, it's a horsewhip, not a leather whip!"

"The second item is a handmade candle from Cire-Trudon. The brand was established in 1643 and was the fragrance used by the French royal family for hundreds of years. Until today, it is still the most luxurious scented candle brand in Paris. It is 100% botanical and organic and was made from gentle workmanship. This candle can burn for 60 hours to create an effortless romantic atmosphere. This box contains 6 of them."

"The third piece is a pair of handcuffs from Cartier. It's beautifully crafted and very stylish."

"I want to reiterate, this three-piece set consists of authentic brand name products. It took me a long time to collect all of them!"

Mr. Sleepy finished his stern introduction and changed the header: Love is the most precious luxury.

"Is such a wholesome header fitting for this?"

"I f*cking googled it and they actually exist!"

"Rich people are from a different universe!"

"I am actually speechless at these three pieces!"

"The value of this three-piece set is insane!"

In the end, this three-piece set was taken away by a fickle netizen named "Chang Gongshou." The name of the account contained the words attack and accept, which seemed quite suitable.

As for the second grand prize, the fickle netizens in the stream were stunned. So was BunToothJi. Once the draws ended, she quietly spoke up, "I'm pretty curious, was this three-piece set used by you two beforehand?"

Before waiting for Meng Fan or Mr. Sleepy to respond, she sighed and said, "We're leaving. It's not great to stay in these kinds of streams with men, men, and more men!"

"Let's go let's go Bun army, bounce out!"

"Hey, I thought something surprising would happen between Meng fatty and Ms. Bunny. I didn't think Mr. Sleepy would appear out of nowhere, he's such a sh*t disturber!"

"Hahahahahaha I'm dying! If you don't stay until the end you'll never know what exciting things could happen in Meng fatty's stream!"

"I don't want a prize, I just want to know what happened between Meng Fatty and Ms. Bunny in Wuzhen that night!"

"It seems like all of Ms. Bunny's viewers knew what happened! Meng fatty, are you not gonna tell us about it?"

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Chapter 141: Unexpectedly Worrying About Money

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The Bun army swept in like a wave and left like one too. It didn't take five minutes for the Bun army to clear out Meng Fan's stream.

As a streamer that could bring out a group of fans to reach 50,000 collections in five minutes, Meng Fan realized the power of the Bun army and the collective adhesion of the fans. There were situations where fans from the Bun army "defected" into Meng Fan's fanbase.

At least Meng Fan knew he did not have the personality and charisma to convert a group of video game fans into art fans.

Of course, it didn't mean the exact number of people who joined was the exact number that left. When BunToothJi joined, he had 450,000 viewers. When the Bun army left, there were still 550,000 viewers left.

As for how many friends were left behind from the Bun army and how many came in from the recommendations, Meng Fan found it difficult to count.

When the Bun army left, there were 240,000 collectors for "There's a Spirit Underground". It didn't just go up by 50,000 but 900,000.

Additionally, Meng Fan was shocked to find out that the collectors for "Guide To Campus RoMANce" had also gone up as well. He suspected that many of these netizens had collected "There's A Spirit Underground" and followed the author's name into their other publications.

Bun army smashing their own kin?

Either way, it was an unexpected surprise.

At the beginning of the stream, there were only 300,000 or so collectors for "Guide To Campus RoMANce". Now it was 370,000.

Combined, he had over 620,000 collectors!

He was close to completing the [Collector of Millions] task.

The progress for the task [One Million Merits] that required 1 million HXB was progressing much slower. "Guide To Campus RoMANce" had already received 12,000 HXB in merits, while "There's A Spirit Underground" had received about 20,000 from their book fans and fickle netizens. Combined, they only added up to 30,000 or so. It was still a long way to go until they reached the goal of 1 million.

Before the task [One Million Merits] came out, Meng Fan didn't pay much attention to how many merit points he received. Although he had never asked people for points explicitly, he started to pay more attention to this matter.

He discovered a pretty interesting phenomenon.

The most common form of merit gifts were from the novel fans and the stream channel.

Whether it was a web novel or a live stream, it wasn't that difficult to accumulate enough merit points to exchange one million HXB currency.

As far as Meng Fan knew, there were several cases where female streamers received copious amounts of rewards. There were also several platinum lords, gold lords, and even billion dollar lords in the novel sharing platform.

Like Mr. Sleepy, who hosted his novel on the Qi Dian website, he had a number of novels that had over one million merit points. He probably had more merit points than the novels with over one million collectors.

After all, there was a kind of person called a local tycoon.

There weren't many tycoons willing to dish out a billion Qi Dian coins, but there were several that were willing to toss out ten million Qi Dian coins or 100,000 Qi Dian coins. Plus, one novel did not lack other lords. Many popular novels had 100 lords who would provide merit points for 100 books, each giving out 1000 HXB worth of merit points. Combined, there were at least 10 serial books on the Qi Dian platform that had over one million HXB worth of merit points.

Plus, there were at least one million gifts from the stream gifts.

However, when it came to the manga platform, things were a bit different.

Meng Fan also checked the Penguin Animation Network. As far as he knew, out of the top 10 animations on the hot list, there was only one novel that had ten lords, or one book that had over 100,000 merit points. The others only had one lord with some only having one.

As far as merit points were concerned, the stream rewards were very different from the novel ones.

However, there were several publications with more than one million collectors!

There was no market for manga? There weren't any rich otakus?

That was not possible!

Meng Fan tried to understand the reasons. For example, was there not a tradition among otakus to reward merit points? Or could it be because most of the mangas on Penguin Animation Network were produced by certified studios or had been adapted. Hence, there wasn't much motivation for giving rewards. Was it because mangas did not interact with the audience as much as novels or streams due to their lower update rate?

Novels had higher interaction rates to garner more merit points and so did streams. Thank god for those guys who gift out thousands of dollars worth of gifts for a pretty young lady in exchange for an air kiss.

He found some reason, but he didn't feel they were adequate or accurate.

In short, it was way harder to get a million merit points through a manga platform compared to an online novel or a stream.

Maybe he could reward himself?𝗇𝑜𝒱𝔢𝗅𝞰𝔢xt.𝒸𝒐𝕞

Meng Fan had tried to do so before, and his experience did increase, so it was possible to merit himself.

But one million? Sure, his family background was good, and he could probably earn half of the money back, but he couldn't flex that hard.

If the amount he donated could count toward the [Wealth Distribution Cherub] task, Meng Fan would have bit his lip and accepted it, but meriting himself did not count as distributing cash…

Even if the half he didn't receive could count as wealth distribution, Meng Fan would have sucked it up, but the system didn't even consider that half to be wealth.

Meng Fan was very hesitant to throw 500,000 HXB at this [Collector of Millions] task.

Of course, from one thousand to ten thousand, the main point here was that Meng Fan didn't have that much money.

He had one or two hundred thousand but definitely not five hundred thousand.

And Meng Fan couldn't bring himself to ask his parents or Meng Cai Wei.

If he had the money… well, he would definitely make completing [Wealth Distribution Cherub] his priority for the 1 luck attribute.

Because of this, Meng Fan decided he had to make more money.

While thinking of this, he paused for a moment. Meng Fan did not think he would have to worry about money before he graduated from university.

Speaking of the stream, Meng Fan and Mr. Sleepy only prepared 20 rounds of gifts. They thought 200,000 collectors was already pushing it, but they didn't expect the Bun army to bring in so many collectors, adding it up to 250,000. As for the extra 40,000, a giveaway had to be held. It was okay that they weren't prepared. The two talked it over, deciding to do 4 more rounds of cash prizes, and if it reached 250,000, they would giveaway a new smartphone.

In the end, before they logged off, "There's A Spirit Underground" had 270,000 collectors. They did not continue the giveaway afterward, and Meng Fan was so overjoyed that he uploaded two more chapters.

The task had to be completed as the manga itself was also very important. It made sense to upload three chapters the day they serialized it.

"The manga will be scheduled to update twice a week—on Fridays and Saturdays." He mentioned lastly. "Everyone knows I can draw fast, so I'm not trying to brag here. It's easy to update three or four times a week, and I'm not trying to milk you guys for profit, but we picked this because Mr. Sleepy genuinely cannot write the script that fast. If Mr. Sleepy's manuscripts can keep up, I will also speed up my drawings."

Taking with him the trash talk from the book fans and the stream fans, Meng Fan logged off.

Today's stream was very beneficial to Meng Fan. Everything else aside, he had reached 1.5 total views!

When he logged off, he had gained 8.8 million total viewers for the [Famous Streamer] task. He was so close to completing the 10 million required for task phase 3.

When he logged off, Meng Fan cancelled the incoming call from Mr. Sleepy and went to visit BunToothJi's stream.

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Chapter 142: Beyond Godly Drawing Skills

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BunToothJi was already a well known uploader on 8th Station before she began streaming on the platform. She had submitted her gaming videos, and she was very good as well. Her voice was sweet and gained her a big following, so she opened a stream on 8th Station focusing on these sorts of games.

Her specialty was playing a wide range of different games. Some people said this was one of the reasons why she wasn't destined to become a famous streamer who had an annual income of over 10 million. Of course, some also said this was why she would become famous. "Destiny" has a tradeoff.

Of course, what surprised many people was that despite BunToothJi always switching up her games, her Bun army had always remained an adhesive bunch. Statistically, the fanbase for a video game streamer usually consisted of fans of the same game, but BunToothJi's Bun army seemed different. Aside from some video game fans, most of them were fans of BunToothJi herself. They watched her stream no matter what she played even if it was a game they never played and weren't planning to.

When Meng Fan went to her live stream, she was playing "Persona Five". This had been the main game of her recent streams.

Meng Fan had never played this kind of game before, and the art style seemed to be very gothic. The content looked to be the suspenseful/thriller type. He recalled BunToothJi had been a fan of Mr. Sleepy's "There's A Spirit Underground". Thinking back, she wasn't being superficial when she said that.

BunToothJi explained the game as she played. Her voice was really nice to listen to. It was the kind of voice that had things hidden inside it.

Meng Fan watched her stream for a while and began to send gifts to BunToothJi. He sent a one smoldering smoke worth 1024. He then sent another one, and another, and another. He sent out 10 in one go.

This would increase the experience for the wealth distribution mission. Currently, he had distributed 80,000 HXB.

He left a message, thanking BunToothJi.

Then… BunToothJi's support character ended up being GG'd somehow. Either way, Meng Fan didn't understand the mechanics of this game.

"666! Meng boss is a godly tycoon!"

"Hahaha, when Meng boss came, BunToothJi's thousand-year well of calmness was disrupted!"

"Thousand-year calm well or just a lonely well can we be clear!?"

"Wait, I thought she was a dried well?"

"Oh no, Ms. Bun's heart was taken!"

"I've been waiting for three years to be robbed by a radish dealer?"

"Is Meng boss here to propose with his carrots?"

"Meng boss is a real man. If you guys get married, you have my blessing!"

"What's wrong with the Bun army today? Are you trying to disrupt the entire bun soldiers around the world?"

"Why does it feel like we are marrying her off? Did I miss something?"

BunToothJi left the stream to drink some water and return to a screen full of live comments. She smiled. "What are you guys going on about? You're scaring Meng boss!"

When those words came out, the live comments immediately went sour.

Meng Fan saw the barrage of comments and quickly slipped out. He then sent a Wechat message to thank BunToothJi.

When she saw the message, she replied with a smiley emoji and continued streaming.

Meng Fan left the stream and went to call some take out.

It had been a while since the end of the tournament, and he was really hungry. He still had to draw until 3:00 am as well.

He chatted with Wu Tong as he ate his take out.

Wu Tong had watched his stream tonight and was very curious regarding what happened between Meng Fan and BunToothJi. Since she wanted to know, she asked him directly. There was nothing wrong with asking, so Meng Fan told her about the pervert during his night tour in Wuzhen.

After their conversation, he continued to draw.

Both mangas he was working on were supposed to be updated twice a week. For a normal artist, it was already hard enough to update once a week. But Meng Fan had no problem updating four times a week.

Of course, this was related to the fact that most of the existing manuscripts had already been completed by someone else. If he was creating it on his own, Meng Fan wouldn't be able to update once a week no matter how fast his hand speed was.

Meng Fan had a routine for manga creation. First, he would draw the important figures in the form of an illustration and then connect the illustrations to make panels.

It was difficult for sure, and Meng Fan needed a certain knack for thinking outside the box.

Of course, this was all for the benefits he would receive from completing the [Illustrator] task.

The next day, Meng Fan woke up and ran his ten kilometers around the track. Since he had no classes in the morning, and there was no basketball tournament today, he headed home and continued to draw.

He strived to have some chapters saved up to maintain his once a week update rate. How did that saying go again? When one had food in their hands, their hearts would not panic.

Another point was because of the manga's serialization. Mr. Sleepy was very diligent, so Meng Fan decided to save as much as he could before Mr. Sleepy began procrastinating again.

"Ding!"

At 10:00 o'clock, Meng Fan heard the long-awaited alert signaling the completion of the [Illustrator] task.

The [Illustrator] task started very early, and he had reached the goal of 500 for task phase 3 a long time ago as well. After this period of super-intensive production for the manga, he had finally reached the 1000 mark.

"Ding! You've completed 1000 illustrations, completing [Illustrator] task phase 4. Reward: Achievement points 1000, drawing skills 4, imagination 1."

"Ding! You've completed the task [Illustrator]. You've received the title [Illustrator] (Drawing skills 10, imagination 3)."

Meng Fan had been excitedly waiting for this alert since he finished the illustration on his desk.

The rewards from the [Illustrator] task were powerful. Separated into four task phases, each phase had provided drawing skills upon completion from phases 1 to 4. Starting from task phase 2, he had earned additional attributes as well.𝗇𝑜𝒱𝔢𝗅𝞰𝔢xt.𝒸𝒐𝕞

And the attributes that came with the achievement title were even more badass.

Drawing skills 10, imagination 3.

Including the rewards from the task phases, he earned a total of 20 drawing skills and 6 imagination.

10 drawing skills were already at a mastery level. What could 20 mean?

He could really be considered a God!

Plus, the 3 drawing skills from the [Manga Artist] task and his existing drawing skills, Meng Fan's drawing skills would have been 30 if converted into numbers.

He had exceeded God!

Meng Fan couldn't contain his excitement and walked back and forth three times in the study. When he finally calmed down a little and sat down, he picked up his black magic drawing skills; there was even a 1 drawing skill bonus when he drew a straight line. He didn't know if it was just a psychological effect, but he felt his line was exquisite.

Scratch scratch scratch.

Meng Fan quickly drew a bird. The bird suddenly spread its wings and flew off; okay, it wasn't that magical. But truthfully speaking, Meng Fan felt like the bird was about to take off; it was so lifelike!

Manga was an exaggerated art. Very few people would describe the characters drawn by a manga artist to be 'lifelike', but Meng Fan could only describe his drawings with this word.

He took out another sheet of paper and drew a young girl…..

He then drew a scene from "There's A Spirit Underground". The scenery was very dark and haunting. Meng Fan wasn't scared by his own drawing, but he knew that others would be terrified when they saw his drawing.

Without stopping, he continued to draw several other characters and sceneries.

Meng Fan felt the before and after effects of the attributes. To him, the biggest change was the picture that was displayed in his mind. Basically, he could draw everything from his mind with this god-tier drawing skills!

He could confirm that in terms of drawing skills alone, there were very few people on earth who could compete with him. At least out of all the manga artists and illustrators he knew, there was nobody who could rival him!

And that included the international population as well.

It seemed like he finally had a skill that was at the pinnacle of the world!

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Chapter 143: This Time It's Not Free

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It was like being blessed by God whenever his pen touched the paper.

Meng Fan's previous understanding of this statement had always been that God was literally holding one's hand if one was drawing or writing songs or playing soccer or whatever. This was something that a person only came across but never asked for. And the premise was that one's existing skill must already be at a certain level, and even if it was beyond proficient, it was only an increased probability of it happening to a person. It wouldn't be forever.

Even Li Bai couldn't say every poem he wrote was a shockingly spiritual banger.

For example, Meng Fan's mother Liang Qing had only painted three pieces in her life that 'God' had held her hand through. And these three works alone were enough to make her a national master of Chinese painting.

With Meng Fan's 30 drawing skills, he was definitely qualified to be called as someone who was being guided by God. And his probability of being guided was very high as well.

Thinking of this, Meng Fan felt a bit remorseful. He regretted that he did not study Chinese painting or oil painting and instead chose manga. If it wasn't manga, he could sell a painting for 1 or 1.5 million easily! For manga, he could charge as much as he wanted for the manuscript, but it still had to wait until after his work was famous.

Of course, he only felt regret for a moment. His love for manga still burned strong. As for other media, despite this 30 drawing skills being transferable, his existing skills for these were nowhere near 30. But if he could learn and increase it to 30 or more, then the result would be incredible as well. However, he did not consider such things for the time being.

Unless he had extra time on his hands or thought it through completely, then he would consider picking up the Chinese painting skills his mother had forced him to learn as a child.

But this was very unlikely.

Compared to pursuing a realm, Meng Fan would rather create his own universe. Of course, it's not to say a "realm" wasn't as good as a "universe". Only this was Meng Fan's decision as a child. He felt the same way now.

After increasing his drawing skills, his efficiency also increased. To make a simple comparison, it required a lot of time and a lot of ink previously for Meng Fan to express something completely. But now, he could do it with a few strokes of his pen.

With the sudden 14 drawing skills he got, Meng Fan's drawing speed had increased drastically. In one drawing or two, it only increased by 30 or 40%, but creating manga was a continuous process. If he really sat down and drew a few chapters, his overall speed doubled.

Moreover, there was another important component. That was, Meng Fan was reluctant to draw with all his heart with his new drawing abilities. At least, he couldn't let his drawing skills leak out all at once. There had to be a gradual process. First, he had to let his readers accept his improvement, and second, Meng Fan had to process it himself.

So it made sense for him to drag it out once in a while.

This time, Meng Fan sat down for three or four hours without moving. The feeling of 14 drawing skills was too great. It was as if he could move his thoughts onto paper at will. He really could do anything he wanted.

During this process, Meng Fan also felt the excitement brought by the 4 imagination. The imagination in his head was clear beyond belief. He could imagine many real details.

To make a comparison, most people wake up from their dreams with fuzzy thoughts. On rare occasions when one remembered a dream clearly, one's entire body would feel overjoyed.

Currently, Meng Fan was in this state of 'dreaming' where everything had high-quality details.

His thoughts were clear, and he could transfer them onto paper. With these two attributes, Meng Fan was invincible!

Of course, after his increase in imagination, a clear thought process wasn't all he received. He was braver when it came to imagining things and found himself being inspired more often.

At 3:00 in the afternoon, his stomach started rumbling. Meng Fan had just picked up his phone to order take out when he noticed the missed calls and messages. Among these were a few missed calls and video calls from Qin Jiao, as well as a message from Professor Liu, the sound and audio professor.

"Meng Fan, did I fail to do my job or did something wrong recently? If so, please let me know, I will try my best to change. If not, please explain why you did not come to class. Thanks."

Seeing this message, Meng Fan felt his head throb. He was so happy testing his drawing skills that he forgot about his afternoon class. He didn't have to think long to know he would definitely be called out for missing class!

And Professor Liu had put it so sensibly… It was a bit terrifying, okay?

He hurriedly replied to her message, afraid to pull any tricks. Honestly, he admitted he had forgotten about his class because he had been working on his manga.

Professor Liu replied quickly. "I thought you were catching thieves or training for basketball. All right, just be mindful next time."

Was she trying to seek joy from the insult?

Meng Fan could only take it obediently.

He thought about wearing the hat next time he decided to skip class to draw.

He then sent another message to Qin Jiao. "What's wrong?"

For a moment, he thought Qin Jiao had found out about him skipping class.

When Qin Jiao didn't respond after he received his take out, Meng Fan dropped the subject and continued to draw. He didn't run that night and drew until 10:00 pm, only stopping when his hands were too tired to go on.

With 30 drawing skills, he felt such joy from drawing that he couldn't stop.

And with this, he had completed three chapters of "There's A Spirit Underground". What terrifying efficiency!

It made sense. Based on this speed and efficiency, Meng Fan thought if he put his heart to it, he could update all the weekly updates from all his jobs in one day.

The higher his efficiency was, the more time he was able to free up.

Once he stopped, Meng Fan left the study and stretched out his body. He went to the living room and opened his iPad to read the newest manga updates. He plugged it into the TV and sat on the sofa with a bunch of snacks and began to read.

'Why are you eating?'

After eating a chip from the bag he just opened, he scolded himself silently and pushed the rest of the snacks to the side.

Who wasn't a strong-willed person!?

At around 11:30 pm, Qin Jiao's call came as he finished his conversation with Wu Tong.

"What's up?" Meng Fan asked.

"I found you a job. It requires some hand-drawn posters." Qin Jiao said.

"Is this another unpaid gig?" Meng Fan responded.

"This time it's not for free. You will be paid and a lot too. Count it as compensation for the last time. A friend found me and asked for an illustrator recommendation. A movie needs some beautiful illustrations as their promotional posters, and they have very high requirements for drawing skills. You are suitable for the job. I will send the requirements and content to you first and then the film segments after you sign a non-disclosure agreement contract."𝚗𝓞𝒱𝗲𝑙𝗇𝚎xt.𝗰𝔬𝓜

Qin Jiao had been taking note of Meng Fan's improvement in drawing. Of course, she had seen his manga as well. She had agreed with Yi Xin that Meng Fan's drawing skills were considered top-notch in the country, so when she received the request she had immediately thought of him.

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Chapter 144: Is 1 Million Enough?

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Creating hand-drawn posters for a movie would be a great experience. Especially if the movie had some big-name creators. For a regular art student to receive such a job, they would happily do it without pay.

Meng Fan didn't wait for Qin Jiao to respond and quickly said, "Hang on. Do they pay a lot? I have a lot of work right now. If the money is not good, I'm not going to do it."

"When did you care if they paid a lot or not?" Qin Jiao immediately began to gossip. "Are you in a relationship and don't have enough to spend? And you don't want to trouble your mom and your sister? Is it Wu Tong? Are you really short on money? Why don't I give you some first?"

Meng Fan's head throbbed when he saw this message. He couldn't tell her he was earning money, so he could distribute it back out. "Why can't I be at peace with money? Who doesn't want more money?"

Meng Fan had indeed started to collect money for the [Wealth Distribution Cherub] and [A Million Merits] tasks. Aside from ensuring his manga updates remain consistent, Meng Fan thought about taking some new illustration jobs. After all, he had no trouble drawing twenty or thirty a day. And with his credibility in the novel illustrations circle, he had no problem finding more jobs and would even be able to raise his rates.

It was just that novel illustrations could only pay so much. Meng Fan more or less felt his drawing skill was being taken for granted by charging a few hundred per drawing.

But then again, this seemed to be the only way to make money quickly.

Hence, he was quite happy to take the task of illustration posters for a movie promo. However, he had to make sure how much they would pay.

"Fine, don't tell me. Either way, it's probably just you and Wu Tong." Qin Jiao retorted. "The pay is not bad; they will pay you 50,000 for the first ten manuscripts. If you think about it, this is the pay for a top-notch illustrator. Of course, you have to draw more than that just in case."

Meng Fan heard this. It really was a lot. "Alright, send it over."

Qin Jiao hung up the phone and sent the contents to Meng Fan. He didn't look at it before calling Qin Jiao again. "Is it easy for you to find this kind of work? I mean this kind of illustrations for movies and TV series. The kind that pays above 1000 or so." He paused for a moment. "I really am short on money recently. As long as the pay is good, I'm willing to take it. I promise it'll be good quality!"

"You really need money?" Qin Jiao sounded surprised but did not press further. She smiled and then replied, "This kind of thing, you really shouldn't be asking me. I only have some friends who come to me occasionally looking for artists. If you really want to find this kind of work, you should ask your sister!"

"You're already so gossipy. My sister would be impossible, okay! Alright, I'm gonna look at the contents. Oh right, when do you want me to sign the NDA?"

"Tomorrow morning… nine or ten. I'll be in my office, so I'll tell them to send it over."

"Alright."

Meng Fan hung up and looked at the contents Qin Jiao had sent over. As he glossed over it, he decided to call Meng Cai Wei. For this kind of work, he really had to go to her.

"I'm sleeping. If it's not important, then call me tomorrow."

Meng Cai Wei muttered a few words after picking up and hung up the receiver immediately.

Meng Fan was speechless as well but did not continue to call. He decided to send her a Wechat message instead. "Can you ask around for me about any movie posters that need illustrators? My drawing skills are top in the country; you can confirm that with Qin Jiao. If you want samples, I can send them as well. So if you could, it would be great to find ones that are willing to pay a lot. There's no limit."

Meng Fan was hesitant to say that he was one of the best in the world.

Shortly after he sent the message, Meng Cai Wei responded with a voice message as well. She sounded extraordinarily energized, not like a person who had just woken up. "You need money? Not enough to spend? Are you in love? Is it with that Wu Tong? You secured her? That fast? You don't want mom to know so you didn't ask her?"

These words were no different from Qin Jiao's.

Meng Fan was speechless. "Weren't you sleeping? Your voice sounds almost too awake!"

At the same time, Meng Cai Wei's second message came in. "How much do you need? I'll give it to you first! Is one million enough?"

Meng Fan responded, "????"

He received another message. She completely ignored Meng Fan's words, talking to herself. "You have to be generous in a relationship, not only to the girl but to yourself as well. Dress well, don't be so scraggly. The house is near the school, so it's convenient at least. Oh right, don't be afraid to buy what you need! You have a house, and if you want to go out, you'll need a car. But don't buy a really nice one, a 10,000 HXB van should be enough…."

Meng Fan immediately called to interrupt her. "It has nothing to do with being in a relationship! Just think of it as me wanting to test my money-making skills, okay?"

"You aren't in a relationship?" Meng Cai Wei's interest dropped to zero. She then chuckled and changed the topic. "Test your money-making skills? What kind of skill are you going to get, finding work through me? Even if your drawing skills were garbage, people would still be willing to pay you 10,000 for your art through me, okay?"

Meng Fan almost spat out blood. If he hadn't built up a tolerance over the last twenty or so years, the blood would have spurted out already. He took a deep breath and said, "I'm providing a mutually beneficial service!"

"Mutually beneficial service?" Meng Cai Wei responded. "You can just call me sis and tell me I'm beautiful then I'll give you one million HXB. That is mutually beneficial as well!"

"Don't boast Meng Cai Wei. I can say that as much as you want until you're bankrupt!" Meng Fan took the words back and said, "I didn't ask you to sell your soul, finding me a job! How about this, can you keep it in mind for me? When the time comes, give me a contact. I'll take my portfolio to them. You don't need to appear!"

"Psht. You're rushing me now? Alright alright alright. I'll keep that in mind for you." Meng Cai Wei's tone revealed an inconsolable sadness. "You already don't want our help. What's the point of Mom and Dad and me making so much money? You could have relied on your family, but you chose to work hard yourself, and you're not afraid of burning out!"

As she hung up, Meng Cai Wei's face revealed a full smile. It didn't matter if he made money or not, but she was happy that Meng Fan finally had the heart to improve himself.

She was so happy she could cry!

Suddenly, she broke out into laughter and sent a WeChat to Liang Qing. "Mom, you gotta be careful; that kid suddenly went on a whim and was trying to make money. It's very likely he's preparing to break his relationship with you!"

She thought about it and called Qin Jiao as well. "Jiu er, is that kid's drawing skill really top-notch in the country?"

"Mhmm, indeed." Qin Jiao was already in bed and had her silent mode on. She had been doing her nighttime yoga routine as she told Meng Cai Wei about her encounter with Meng Fan. "In the last month, he's changed a lot. Does liking a girl empower a person that much? Do people really give their lives for the person they like?"

"You're asking me, who do I ask? I've never liked anyone that much. Usually, it's just people liking me. Sigh, speaking of which… it's actually so frustrating. Those cringey people tell me how much they like me and whatnot, but when I finally started being interested in them, they just stopped talking to me?"

As this subject was brought up, they began to chat. They completely forgot what they had been gossiping about before.

"Maybe they didn't like you that much, to begin with, so there was no perseverance. After all, you're just average. Maybe they interacted with you for too long and realized you had too many problems, so they stayed far away. After all, you're the kind of person that nobody wants to spend time with for long. First sight makes you happy, long term makes you bored. You're the one this quote is talking about."

"Then why aren't you bored of me yet?"

"First of all, I've already accepted my fate regarding our relationship. Secondly, shouldn't you know if I'm bored or not? Third…"

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Chapter 145: A Type Of Growth

Translator: Dragon Boat Translation Editor: Dragon Boat Translation

After talking throughout the duration of nighttime yoga, Qin Jiao ended the conversation with a "let me tell you"… She then paused for a moment. She turned off her phone and went to bed.

"Immature, you think you can sleep peacefully like this?"

Meng Cai Wei speechlessly hung up the receiver and found herself some food. At the same time, she called her assistant and told them about Meng Fan's poster drawing inquiry, asking him to ask around.

She did not say her little brother was looking for jobs but told him Qin Jiao's studio was accepting this kind of work instead.

It was late already, and he knew Qin Jiao was very close with Meng Cai Wei, so the assistant was extra diligent regarding the task. He would certainly bring up Meng Cai Wei's name for any negotiations.

Meng Cai Wei knew what she was doing for she wasn't a daft person. Since she confirmed Meng Fan's "mutually beneficial service", Meng Cai Wei wasn't going to listen to him and just tell him about the opportunity and have him approach them one by one. She was definitely going to help as much as she could.

After settling the task, she let her food to be digested for a while and went to lie in bed. Just as she was feeling sleepy, she suddenly remembered Qin Jiao's "let me tell you"…

Meng Fan headed to Qin Jiao's office at 9:00 am and signed the NDA. The contents were simple; he could not disclose the contents of the film to anyone even though the film sample he received was only fragmented and not the complete movie. But it was enough for Meng Fan to provide an example for the posters he would be working on. Plus, the other party could contact him whenever.

There was sufficient time too with the final deadline being half a month away.

It made sense. Usually, it took an average person half a day or more to produce a high-quality illustration, and once they were done, they did not have the energy to draw more. It was considered efficient if they could finish one draft in a day.

At the same time, Meng Fan also received a 10,000 HXB pre-deposit.

After he signed it, Meng Fan brought the USB to class.𝚗𝓞𝒱𝗲𝑙𝗇𝚎xt.𝗰𝔬𝓜

After class ended, Meng Fan ate a meal and glossed over the contents on the USB. In addition to the information he received before, he already had a concept for what he wanted to draw.

Even if the requirements were high, Meng Fan knew an afternoon was enough time to finish ten pieces.

In other words, he was making 50,000 HXB in an afternoon. Meng Fan was pretty satisfied with his ability to make money; only he didn't know how to turn this into a common occurrence and not an incidental opportunity. He had to wait for Meng Cai Wei's news.

In the afternoon, Meng Fan did not have time to draw. This was because the second round of the academy's basketball tournament began. The animation department would begin the first match of the second round of competitions at 3:00 in the afternoon.

There were ten level 2 faculties, so there were only 10 teams that made the second round. The ten teams were split into groups A and B. Each group had five teams and would compete based on points. Among these groups, two teams from each group would emerge and enter the final match in the format of A1 vs B2 and B1 vs A2 for the semi-finals.

The animation department was in group A, and their first opponent was the new media department from the mixed media faculty.

There were only three departments in the new media faculty, and the total number of students did not exceed 300. The entire faculty only had one dozen more people than the animation department.

Therefore, in terms of probability, this team was not very strong, and this was true in real life as well.

Meng Fan was on the starting lineup this time. His position could be considered the point guard; a point guard who could not dribble. Probably the only one on earth.

After ten minutes into the first half, the game was basically decided. Meng Fan was switched off 15 minutes later.

Easily, they won the first round of their group's match.

Meng Fan tried to sneak out during the celebration as usual and head back to the dorm. He sent the copied manga info to Chen Da Qiang. Although his drawing skills were god tier, he still had to give the work meant for an assistant to Chen Da Qiang.

Chen Da Qiang saw the work and began to tremble. "This is too much?!"

"You have a week to finish it." Meng Fan said.

"No wonder you told me to stop accepting tutor jobs." Chen Da Qiang smiled bitterly. "If you need this much every week, I have to quit another tutoring job."

"Well, you can figure it out then."

Meng Fan left this statement and went off to run.

After running, Meng Fan returned home to shower before opening his phone to see the messages from Meng Cai Wei, one line, two lines, three lines… seven lines, all consisting of Wechat business cards.

Followed by: "Add them yourself."

"All of them?" Meng Fan was ecstatic.

Meng Cai Wei did not respond.

After adding and verifying them one by one, the contacts directly sent him the requirements and the film clips or a cloud password…

There were seven film crews, three of them being TV series, two movies, and two variety shows.

The cards included contact information for the creative directors that most actors and celebrities knew of.

The pay was good with some paying more than Qin Jiao's job, and there were ones that didn't pay that much. Out of them, the lowest-paying one averaged about 2000 HXB per poster.

Under Meng Fan's pen, there was no difference between a high-quality hand drawn movie poster and a regular novel illustration, but the average price for a hand-drawn poster was more than 10 times what an illustration charged.

He looked at the deadlines for submission; the longest deadline was a month, the shortest being a week.

There wasn't anything that couldn't be drawn.

So he took them all!

The other party's attitudes were all very good, and they responded fast. They were very happy to discuss the content, and in the duration of a meal, he had settled negotiations with all seven parties.

Their attitudes were so brief and polite; it must have been because of Meng Cai Wei's influence. She probably didn't tell them he was her brother, but she had definitely let them know that this person was someone that was important to Meng Cai Wei. As long as his work was passable, they would be crazy to say anything more.

Chen Da Qiang brought dinner again, this time with a bone marrow combo featuring braised pork spine, pickled vegetables, rice, and soup. He brought four portions.

The braised meat was soft and tender and came off with one gentle prod from the chopsticks. There was enough meat that one could heartily eat it. The pickled vegetables were amazing and very appetizing. The rice was fragrant, and the soup was delicious. Xing Ta Ge wasn't there, so Meng Fan finished his portion as well after he began his binge.

Sometimes, he couldn't help but feel that food was a gift from God. This talent to find good food did not just mean a natural sensitivity to taste but also enough luck to find great cuisine.

Chen Da Qiang was someone who did not know food but was really good at finding places to eat. He frequently brought delicious food, and it had nothing to do with the price either.

This wasn't even the most terrifying thing. The most terrifying thing was that if a person sent someone else to the same restaurant, the food they brought out would taste different!

Meng Fan was blessed in this aspect and full of respect!

After eating, Meng Fan strolled back. The entire way, Meng Fan actually had the interest to make some bank tonight. He did not care much about making money before nor was he interested in earning them.

When he did the illustrations for those novels, he never thought about money. He only wanted to publicize his own work through these public authors.

Although he didn't waste money, he had no concept of spending either. If he felt something was suitable for him or necessary, and he had money on his card, he would spend it. He never considered if it was worth it or not.

Meng Fan thought about it. 'This must be some kind of growth, right?'

Not bad.

Chapter 146: A 300,000 Increase

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When he returned to the house, Meng Fan took out the chat history from today's conversations with the seven companies and uploaded everything to the live stream aid, including the film content. He then took out his laptop and iPad. He turned on the TV and uploaded them onto the screens. He then uploaded them to the live stream aid, black magic earbuds and the black magic running shoes.

In an instant, the living room became a battle room from a futuristic spaceship. It was full of screens and virtual interfaces, creating a technologically advanced atmosphere.

In such an environment, Meng Fan's weeaboo side was bursting with excitement!

He played around with it for 10 minutes before calming down and carefully started to rearrange and organize the content.

Up until now, Meng Fan had gradually adapted to the virtual interface of these black magic products. His eyes no longer got uncomfortable from staring at them for a long duration.

The black magic products, especially the live stream assistant, had one good function; they had a degree of artificial intelligence. This included helping Meng Fan extract the important data from the dialogue, information, videos, and pictures.

Plus the job Qin Jiao had introduced him had a total of eight hand-drawn posters on his hands. After organizing his things, he organized the jobs in the order they were due from earliest to latest. He then put the ones with similar styles together and then began a second round of preening for relevant information.

After the second run-through, Meng Fan decided on the first poster to draw. He then brought his black magic technology to the study. He placed the virtual interface from the earbuds somewhere above his line of vision and started to extract relevant information with his live stream assistant's AI function.

Although Meng Fan could confirm that with his current drawing skills, he could do anything and the other party would be satisfied, it was still his first customer, and they were paying too. So he decided to treat it seriously.

The eight posters together paid a lot. If he could successfully finish the first batch and gain some returning customers, then he could complete the [Wealth Distribution Cherub] task on his own. To Meng Fan, this was already a great sense of accomplishment even if there was no system task reward.

Of course, no matter how accomplished he felt, it paled in comparison to the magical attribute of 1 luck.

The first poster was a promotional poster for a TV series. This kind of series was adapted from an online novel and was conveniently one of the few historical novels he had read. It was a legendary story about a small prison head from the six doors entering the Ming Dynasty's courts.

Meng Fan took a look at the main lineup. To be honest, it was very vague. He did not know most of the starring actors, but when he scrolled down, he was surprised. There were about a dozen OG's also participating in the show, and some of the stills and videos seemed to have a good quality of production.

And facts prove that Meng Fan's judgment was still intact. The word of mouth for this drama was excellent. It was a clear stream in the adaptation of a male fiction novel. Only it was a pity that the crew was a bit poor and could only promote it with their own money.

The most important reason he began with this job was the familiarity. After combining the stills, videos, and related materials, Meng Fan had already planned what to do with several other novels and their contents.

When they met, the other party mentioned that the scriptwriter of this drama was also the original author. The plot, characters, and personalities had a high quality of completion and design, so Meng Fan could combine his own impression and understanding of the novel with the existing materials to draw the poster.

The black magic virtual interface would project the materials and content that Meng Fan needed any time he required it. As he drew, he could lift his head, and it would appear, so it was rather convenient. This also improved his efficiency to some extent.

The crew requested ten pieces for the first job. Although it was enough for him to draw ten, he decided to submit two more extras as gifts since he was a fan of the author.

Even though this was the least paying job out of all eight tasks.

It took him three hours to complete twelve drawings, doing four in an hour. They were all high quality too. His speed could be compared to when he was doing simple illustrations, demonstrating the changes through his godlike drawing skills.

He took a break; he ate some food and continued to draw.

The second job was another movie with a low budget. The contents were related to the Ming dynasty, and the main lineup was all right. The male lead was an actor Meng Fan was really fond of, but the entire movie's quality seemed very average based on the information at hand. At least, that was what it looked like to Meng Fan.

But regardless of the quality, Meng Fan's quality for his hand-drawn posters would remain the same.

This group required eight, so he only drew eight.

After finishing this job it was 2:00 am. These twenty or so posters consumed quite a bit of energy, so the drowsiness had hit pretty early.

In the next two days, aside from the two basketball matches, Meng Fan spent most of his time at home working on his posters. He had three courses which he called in his absence.

That afternoon, the animation department welcomed the last opponent from group A, who also happened to be the most difficult team from group A. The art history department from the faculty of humanities and arts. They were the predicted champions for this year's tournament.

As soon as the tournament began, the score of the two teams was equal. At fifteen minutes, the art history students had barely pulled ahead by three points. When the first half ended, they were only ahead by 6 points.

In the second half, everyone thought Meng Fan would pop off and start scoring baskets, but he didn't even get to go on the court.

In the end, the animation department lost the game by 15 points. At the same time, they advanced and became one of the top four teams for the semifinals.

Based on senior Ah Ning's predictions, they just needed to make it to the semi-finals. And if they could go as the second seed from their group, they would be against the industrial design department from group B and not the more powerful sculpture department.

Most importantly, they had to conceal their potential.

Meng Fan had rolled his eyes at this. 'You speak as if you know the extent of my abilities!'𝚗𝓞𝒱𝗲𝑙𝗇𝚎xt.𝗰𝔬𝓜

As usual, he slipped out after the tournament. He did not go running but headed home and looked over the eight groups of posters he had already completed. After confirming that there was no problem, he sent them off to the eight crews individually.

He then waited.

Although he knew they would be accepted, Meng Fan still felt nervous. This was the first time he ever legitimately made money.

Before this, Meng Fan's only earnestly earned money had been from tricking Meng Cai Hui into giving him her lucky money by telling her the pistachio shell he was giving her was a pretty clam shell from the ocean.

It took about ten minutes for his first paycheque, which was given by the crew's organizer, to come. At the same time, the crew told Meng Fan that they were very satisfied with his work. They also expressed their gratitude and willingness to cooperate again.

Soon, the second crew responded then the third… It took about three hours before all eight production crews had sent Meng Fan his pay. He had passed all of their reviews, and nobody was late on giving the payment.

Counting the previous advanced payment, these eight sets of posters had netted him a total of 305,000 HXB!

The one who paid the highest gave him 65,000 while two paid 40,000, three paid 30,000 and the lowest one being 25,000.

The highest amount of posters he did was 15 posters while the lowest one was 8. Most of them were 10 or 12. On average, each poster paid over 3000 HXB each.

Realistically, this wasn't a top notched price.

It was just that Meng Fan had finished a studio's month worth of work in three days. It was a bit excessive.

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Chapter 147: Turn Off The High Beans

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Meng Fan was very satisfied with making 300,000 HXB in just three days. He couldn't compare to the prodigies in the industry, but it was very good for a regular practitioner in the industry.

Of course, based on Meng Fan's drawing skills, this 300,000 was not enough. In fact, the sheer quantity even made it a bit shameful.

But in any case, he was happy. As he dwelled in a state of bliss, his stomach began to rumble. He looked at the time; it was 6:00 pm. It was indeed time for dinner.

He called Da Qiang and the others, looking to treat him to a good meal, but he didn't expect they were all out already. After asking, he realized today was a Friday, and all three of them had gone to hang out with their girlfriends.

This made him very envious!

Suddenly he remembered… He gave Wu Tong a call to ask if she had eaten. Her response was curt, "I have".

Followed by, "But I can eat more." She said as she smiled.

Ten minutes later, the two met outside the school gates and went to a restaurant inside a mall.

"Have you been busy lately?"

Wu Tong paused for a moment after eating. She watched Meng Fan scarf down his food and gulp at a bottle of fruit soda and asked,

"It's been pretty busy lately. I received some commissions for hand-drawn posters, which I just finished before I called you." Meng Fan subtly slowed down his eating speed. He had a peculiar look on his face. "I also made a lot of money."

"Aren't you serializing your manga right now? Why are you also doing poster commissions?"

Wu Tong had seen Meng Fan's manga. Although she did not study manga, she knew the difficulties involved in creating one. Even if he was just adapting it, the process still required a long time. She also knew he had been serializing two series at once, both with frequent updates. She couldn't help but be curious. "You're serializing two manga series, and you're still taking hand drawing commissions; how fast is your drawing speed?"

"It's alright. I can finish both manga updates in three days. I gotta do something with the rest of my time off." Meng Fan was being modest but not at the point of deception. It was too excessive to say he could finish four chapters in one day.

"You're so busy; do you have enough time?"

"I'm just trying to be the best version of myself!"

"Should I be encouraging you at this time?"

"Hahaha, say anything you want!"

During their lighthearted conversation, the awkward atmosphere during his confession the other day was slowly fading away.

After eating, Meng Fan suggested seeing a movie, and Wu Tong didn't hesitate before agreeing.

There was no point eating at the mall if they weren't going to watch a movie. The food here was not as good as the waterfront restaurant near the school.

After the movie, the two left the shopping center but did not hail a cab. They walked back together, enjoying the night breeze.

In November, Hangzhou's evenings were getting cooler. Meng Fan's specially prepared jacket had come in handy. Even if his body fat percentage had decreased, his body had strengthened a lot, so he didn't need a jacket.

Meng Fan's jacket was quite big for Wu Tong, who was around 170 cm or so. It looked like a coat on her. It was slightly bloated, but to Meng Fan, it was almost too cute!

The two chatted. The wind carried away their voices but not the content… Either way, the atmosphere was good. As they got closer to the school, however, it was broken.

There was a car waiting at the roundabout. The car didn't have its blinkers on, but it did blast its high beams.

Meng Fan saw two people appear from another direction. One of them approached the car. That person knocked on the window and asked the driver to turn off his high beams.

The window rolled down and a rather loud voice was heard. "That's none of your business?"

"I'm asking you to turn off your high beams!"

"Did I say it was your business?"

The two bickered like this for a while. Then, Meng Fan and Wu Tong saw the guy outside reach into the car and pulled the person out and started to beat him up.

"Do you not understand what I'm saying? Turn it off!"

Outside the car, the guy who didn't look very strong but seemed to have a good grip screamed once more, and after seeing the high beams turn off, he left with his friend next to him.

When they passed Meng Fan and Wu Tong, they still gave them a hard time. Glaring at Meng Fan, he warned, "What are you looking at? Even if you're big, I'd still beat you up if you did the same. Hangzhou is a civilized city; we must say no to uncivil behaviour!"

What could Meng Fan say but give him a thumbs up. "Bro you're right!"

The friend next to him quickly pulled him away. "Did you not see his arm is thicker than your thigh? How can you compete with that…"

Wu Tong suppressed a smile.𝚗𝓞𝒱𝗲𝑙𝗇𝚎xt.𝗰𝔬𝓜

As they passed the car, the two were stunned. The person inside the car looked to be alright; there were no bruises and swollen patches on his face. The guy who beat him up clearly had some sense of restraint. Hence, Meng Fan and Wu Tong were able to recognize the person in the car at a glance. It was Hu Ting Song!

However, Hu Ting Song had been glaring at the mirror inside the car to see if his face had been damaged, so he did not see Meng Fan and Wu Tong pass.

And when Meng Fan and Wu Tong saw it was Hu Ting Song, they looked at each other then pretended like nothing happened.

After walking a few steps, they noticed a girl walking quickly from the school gates, wearing exquisite makeup and nice clothes. She paused for a moment as she made eye contact with Meng Fan and Wu Tong. Afterwards, she greeted them with a big smile. She then hurriedly walked toward Hu Ting Song's BMW.

As if she was afraid Wu Tong wouldn't hear her, she raised her voice as she approached the car door. She then said sweetly before she turned to the other side of the car to get in, "My dear, I've kept you waiting too long."

Wu Tong did not try to avoid it but calmly and helplessly shrugged her shoulders. She knew the girl had been directing it at her since several girls in the school regarded her as a rival because of Hu Ting Song.

Meng Fan also shrugged his shoulders. When he was in the mini-marathon, he didn't see Hu Ting Song as a worthy opponent, but he didn't think that this opponent had delisted himself. It felt pretty amazing.

As they arrived at the school gates, it wasn't closing hour yet. When the doorman grandpa saw Meng Fan, he gave him another look saying, "I can't help you but, I wish you the best," making Meng Fan feel quite embarrassed. 'Uncle, last time you misunderstood the thing with Freckles, but this time…' Alright, it was his fault for having no sense of time. If he had been a few minutes late, the uncle would have been a great help.

Meng Fan didn't know if the uncle saw that the girl was different from the last one.

After dropping Wu Tong off at the girl's dormitory, Meng Fan returned to the boy's dorm as well. He didn't want to stay at the apartment tonight.

When he returned, Xing Ta Ge and Zhang Zhou Wei were both back but Chen Da Qiang was not. At this time, it would be difficult to return.

As they watched the time pass, Xing Ta Ge suddenly said, "Zhou Wei, Da Qiang is way more badass than you!"

Meng Fan expressed his agreement.

Zhang Zhou Wei quietly continued to play his game.

The time soon reached 11:55 when Meng Fan's phone rang. He saw it and paused for a moment. It was a reminder he had set up before his reincarnation—Ah Yin Bro's birthday.

Ah Yin Bro wasn't just Meng Fan's relative, nor a classmate, or a playmate that grew up with him since they were young. He was a very meaningful friend to Meng Fan.

"Ah Yin bro, happy birthday!"

After midnight, Meng Fan sent him a blessing and transferred a sum of money as a birthday gift. "This is your salary for next year. Please put your heart into designing this year. I want to see you write out the story you told me about last time!"

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Chapter 148: Ah Yin Bro

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Ah Yin bro had a strange name, one that many Wenzhou folk couldn't pronounce in mandarin. Leng Lian Yin.

Meng Fan and Leng Lian Yin's relationship was also very interesting.

They had first met when Meng Fan was seven or eight years old. That summer, the family had gone back to their hometown for summer vacation. They had several relatives there, including cousins older and younger than Meng Fan. The hoard of kids would play by the mountain stream.

Among the kids, there was a boy who was four or five years older than Meng Fan. he was very tan and a bit wild. He would take Meng Fan to hunt for bird eggs, and as they played, Meng Fan did not realize his friends around him were changing. They went crazy for an entire afternoon, and he followed the big tan boy home in the evening.

Once they returned, Meng Fan was stunned, and the tanned boy was stunned as well.

Meng Fan was stunned because he didn't know anybody there. The big tanned boy was also stunned because none of his family knew the chubby boy either.

After asking, they realized that there had been several groups of people playing near the stream and Meng Fan had played with the wrong "group". The big tan boy had brought home the wrong kid, thinking Meng Fan was a relative.

Then they went on a search as the big tanned boy's family asked around the village of anyone missing a child like Meng Fan. They then headed to the surrounding villages and happened across a group of people searching for Meng Fan.

Meng Fan's village was three or four villages away from the big tanned boy's.

Thinking back on it, Meng Fan was curious as to how he could have walked so far back then.

Undoubtedly, this big tan guy was Ah Yin bro.

They had met because of a misunderstanding, but Meng Fan continued following Ah Yin bro, and they played together for several days. It was a pity they had to separate after getting acquainted.

Finally, when it was summer vacation again, Meng Fan returned to the countryside but did not see Ah Yin. After inquiring, he learned that his family had left the village for the fields.

Their next meeting was almost ten years later. Meng Fan had been in high school then, and on his way back from school, he ran into a big dog that was chasing after a small girl, chomping at her the whole way. When the onlookers were at a loss for what to do, a big tan man appeared, knocking the big dog to the ground with a punch.

The most ridiculous and irritating thing happened after the dog's owner, who just happened to be the girl's parents, caught up. After making sure their daughter was okay, the two dog owners covered in tattoos were angered by the guy who had killed their dog. They picked up the girl and ran off.

But this ending was not so tragic, at least to Ah Yin bro. After all, the two owners combined couldn't even beat Ah Yin bro. Eventually, the three were all brought to the police station.

Meng Fan called his third uncle, and the dog owners ended up settling with Ah Yin bro. This so-called 'settlement' was a threat from Ah Yin, telling them he would bring 100 of his brethren to smash the two owners, who then compliantly bowed in apology.

When his third uncle left, Meng Fan asked Ah Yin curiously if he was angry upon seeing the girl's parents run away. Ah Yin bro laughed loudly and said that he was angry. But since the girl was okay, it was worth it.

Later, Meng Fan asked where Ah Yin had been these past ten years. He only responded that they had gone to the countryside without adding anything else, but he was back in town this time to attend a friend's funeral. At this time, Meng Fan could not understand why a 20-year-old Ah Yin would have a friend who passed away.

After that, Meng Fan was able to see Ah Yin bro after two months. One night, Ah Yin suddenly called Meng Fan to come outside in the middle of the night.

"You have to stop me; don't let me die."

Ah Yin had mysteriously said to Meng Fan before chugging can after can of alcohol. Meng Fan didn't know if he should have stopped him or not. Then, Ah Yin bro fell asleep after getting drunk. Muttering under his breath, Meng Fan realized that that day had been Ah Yin's birthday.

Meng Fan didn't know why he had said such strange things on his birthday, but after that event, Meng Fan always remembered to wish him a happy birthday at midnight. He didn't know if it would help, but he felt like it should be done.

Since then, Meng Fan had maintained contact with Ah Yin bro. When they last met, it was during the lunar new year. Ah Yin had changed a lot this time. He said that he couldn't mess around anymore and found a stable job. Perhaps Meng Fan had grown as well since they had talked about a lot of things.

After their talk, Meng Fan was able to have a vague understanding of some of the events that had happened to Ah Yin during the last few years.

Meng Fan had always known that Ah Yin was a very talented person in the humanities, so he asked why he didn't connect these experiences into a book. Ah yin bro smiled and said he thought about it, and that he would write it when he had time in the future.

Before his reincarnation, Meng Fan met with Ah Yin during the October break. Before his reincarnation, Meng Fan returned to Wenzhou and met with Ah Yin before heading to Shanghai. They had a wild night drinking as well. As they drank, Meng Fan could tell Ah Yin did not particularly like his current job, but he had to face it and keep going on to survive.

Ah Yin had also said something that resonated deep within Meng Fan's memory. He said he didn't have to worry about anything before and did whatever he wanted, but suddenly he realized his parents were getting older, which was when he realized that making money was important. At least, the speed he made money had to match the speed of how fast his parents were growing old and the speed at which the housing prices were rising. It had to match the speed of how fast his kids were growing up and the speed at which his wife grew impatient.

Because of the changes happening after his reincarnation, Meng Fan had run to Shanghai from Wenzhou to watch the concert and did not stop by Wenzhou to have a drink with Ah Yin, so their drinking session did not happen and neither did the conversation.

The reminder for the birthday had flooded Meng Fan with memories from this time. Plus, he had seen a Weibo post from FlatHeadedBro a few days ago that said, "How can I let my friends see this (dog head) status?" While the content read: In 1965, Harper Lee's good friend gifted her a year's worth of income during christmas, so she could not work for a year and concentrate on writing. In this year, Lee published her famous novel "To Kill A Mockingbird".𝚗𝓞𝒱𝗲𝑙𝗇𝚎xt.𝗰𝔬𝓜

Hence, Meng Fan's brain skipped a step and transferred Ah Yin bro a year's worth of pay, 150,000.

Although Ah Yin did not go to college, he was still a capable and hardworking person. After entering the workforce for a year, his annual income went from 3 to 5000 a month to 120,000 a year. To Meng Fan, he would reach 150,000 for sure by the end of this year.

Meng Fan couldn't guarantee that Ah Yin would become a well-known author, but he wanted to become such a friend first. Even if Ah Yin didn't write, Meng Fan wanted to give him some assistance for this reason.

Ten minutes later, Ah Yin returned his message. "Thank you! I've already submitted my resignation request to the boss! Count this money as a loan from you!"

Although the loan couldn't increase his wealth distribution experience, Meng Fan was still very happy he was able to help Ah Yin.

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Chapter 149: Genius

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Meng Fan responded with a smiling emoji. "I hope I can be your first reader."

Ah Yin's reply was very simple. "Yes."

It was difficult for men to keep a conversation over three sentences, uhm… Except for Mr.Sleepy.

Right after talking with Ah Yin, he coincidentally received a message from Mr.Sleepy. They chatted about some details from the manga, and the conversation was only shut down when Meng Fan tossed a "you talk so much but how much of the script have you written".

Speaking of which, Mr.Sleepy was actually very proactive toward the manga adaptation of "There's A Spirit Underground". Before collaborating with Meng Fan, he had already written several manga adaptation scripts for himself. After working with Meng Fan, he would contact Meng Fan at least three times a day to discuss the manga adaptation. After conversing, he would change the script several times. Presently, he had already organized and readjusted ten chapters for Meng Fan.

After uploading, at least during these last few days, Mr.Sleepy's enthusiasm still had not simmered down. It might have to do with the response to the manga. The reviews for the manga was very positive in addition to the insane amount of collectors on the opening day. Aside from the reviews from the fans, there were also positive reviews from other authors as well.

In the last few days, Mr.Sleepy attracted a lot of envy from people in the same profession. First, they were envious of Mr.Sleepy finding such a good partner. For a stream to reach 200,000 collectors, this kind of partnership was so uncommon. They would be satisfied with just 1/12th of that.

Secondly, they were envious of Mr.Sleepy's adapted content. Being able to keep the existing story was only part of it. The key was that he was able to participate in it and oversee it himself. This was related to the copyright autonomy and related to Mr.Sleepy's profound change toward the adaptation.

Third, they were envious of the flood of praise and popularity the manga received after being uploaded. Although manga adaptations did not receive the criticism that movie adaptations did, it was still easy for the original author to resent them and drive away new manga fans. But both parties had eaten up the manga adaptation for "There's A Spirit Underground" and found it difficult to find any problems.

Although there were only three chapters released, it had already been considered to be the strongest manga adaptation by many in the industry!

Well, at least this was what Mr.Sleepy had heard.

Of course, there was some truth to this. At least after the manga was uploaded, several publishing platforms had already reached out to discuss the publication of the manga adaptation. There was even an animation director who expressed his interest as well.

All of this made Mr.Sleepy full of passion.

It was just that he couldn't stand the trauma of being envied.

Meng Fan also felt passionate. He couldn't dictate what happened to Mr.Sleepy once this passion burned out, but to him, at least Mr.Sleepy could now support himself enough to produce up to fifty chapters without missing a word.

The next day was a Saturday, so there was no basketball tournament. The school's basketball quarterfinals would start next Monday, but this weekend, Meng Fan had other competitions to tend to. The Hangzhou qualifiers for the CGL basketball competition would start either Sunday or tomorrow. The venue would be at the same arcade as last time.

The organizers had already messaged Meng Fan, advising him to familiarize himself with the venue's machines.

Meng Fan had already been to the venue a few times before the competition. As for the official machine, Meng Fan just assumed they were new machines or something, so he didn't give it too much thought. However, Da Fei sent him a Wechat today, asking him to familiarize himself with the machine with him. He had mentioned that the machines for the competition were different from before. The height of the basket and its distance between the person who was shooting the ball were all different.𝚗𝓞𝒱𝗲𝑙𝗇𝚎xt.𝗰𝔬𝓜

This came unexpectedly to Meng Fan. He was still very focused on this competition since winning this meant he could win a championship honor point. Plus, he had a very high chance of winning. He couldn't lose because he was a stranger to the machines. Hence, he made the decision and took a cab to the competition venue at 9:00 in the morning.

Meng Fan ran into Da Fei at the entrance. The Pink Hat guy was not present, but Pao bro was. Pao bro looked left and right and was a bit disappointed when he did not see the maid army.

It wasn't even 10:00 when they arrived, yet the arcade was bustling already. Most of them gathered near the shooting machines.

Da Fei took his "admission" ticket to the card punch and joined the lineup. Meng Fan stood on the side and observed the new machines. The shape had changed a lot. They were stamped with a large CGL basketball tournament logo, and the basket height and distance had also changed as well. The entire machine appeared to be wider, seeming more suitable for an official tournament.

Of course, such a large machine was not suitable to be placed in an arcade. The added space and increased performance of the machines were dispensable to the non-players of the competition. And the added dimensions were a big burden for the arcade. Venues were expensive!

The size of two competition machines was the same as three regular ones.

Although it was a good change, he still had to familiarize himself with it.

As they lined up, an hour had already passed before Meng Fan and Da Fei could have their turn, and they could only score three games too. Meng Fan tested it and found no problems. He played for two games and stopped, giving his spot to Da Fei.

"You're not shooting anymore?"

"Mhmm. I just got a call about something, so I'm gonna head out first."

After finding out that there were no problems, Meng Fan did not lineup again. He gave Da Fei a heads up and left.

Pao bro looked dismayed. "When the hell did he answer a call?"

Da Fei smiled. "Do you know what a genius is? Geniuses are the people with the most repetitions! He could control all of the organs in his body to participate in this repetition! Their eyes are cameras; their mouths are voice; their ears are recorders; their hands are photocopiers, and their brains are computers!"

Pao bro was even more stunned. 'What are you saying? I choose to crash!'

Da Fei shrugged. "He's a super genius, so a few repetitions are enough."

On the way back, Meng Fan received a call from Qin Jiao.

"My friend said they received your poster, and they're very satisfied, saying that its price was worth it." Qin Jiao paused for a moment and spoke. She was a little suspicious. "I saw the poster you submitted to him. Your drawing skills were very good. It was much better than what I saw when you last submitted! You've improved very much! But I want to ask; why is your improvement so big?"

As Meng Fan's professor and because Meng Fan's mother was her teacher, Qin Jiao paid more attention to Meng Fan than her other students. During the last month, the greatest change in Meng Fan wasn't his attitude toward school, and his eagerness to lose weight; it was his drawing skills!

They improved so quickly!

Although Qin Jiao did not learn manga, and her teachings weren't about drawing skills but rather scenery and character design, but as the deputy director of the animation department, she was no stranger to manga and its techniques. She had long ago noticed the massive change in Meng Fan's drawing skills, and what his current skills could mean!

How could anybody change this much in one month's time? It would be like a two hundred pound fatty suddenly winning a bodybuilding competition, and at a national level too, at least!

Meng Fan long knew of Qin Jiao's suspicion. In fact, he was already restraining himself from revealing all his drawing techniques. He had already thought of the most straightforward response. "I was never serious before, and I could still draw like that. Now that I'm serious and hardworking as well, of course, my improvements will be great."

"Who are you trying to fool? Is this something that could be achieved through hard work and a serious attitude?"

"Then… I just might really be a genius!"

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Chapter 150: Wealth Distribution: Task Phase 2

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Son of a hero?

Tiger moms didn't spawn dog-like sons?

Alright. Qin Jiao could accept Meng Fan's arrogant statement as it seemed to be the only explanation that made sense.

After all, his mom was a master of Chinse painting, and he also had a father who not only could draw architectural documents but also possessed a sense of beauty that defeated most of the fathers of other artists.

Scientifically speaking, genetics didn't just determine one's origins but also a lot of other things.

These 'things' might not decide one's life, but there were many among them that others couldn't gain through hard work.

Wasn't there a common saying that said: "When most people's efforts are low, one does not need to use their talent." It sounds like a bowl of chicken soup for the soul, but it was actually a bit poisonous. Only the people who had really worked hard knew how important talent was since a little bit of talent could rival a lot of effort.

If a person wanted to stand out, hard work was enough. If a person wanted to be at the top, a person had to work hard, and he or she needed talent as well.

Of course, it was impossible to climb to the top if one only relied on talent and didn't put in work at all.

Unless… one's talent was one's face!

To Qin Jiao, Meng Fan indeed had been an individual who did not work hard and got by on his talent. Alright, even if he didn't work hard, he was still at the top of the class. If he put even a little bit of effort, he could master several fields of design. Now that he actually worked hard, the halo of 'talent' was really magnified.

As for Meng Fan's work ethic, Qin Jiao had experienced it firsthand.

"Okay okay okay. You're a genius!" Qin Jiao was very good at changing the topic. "Then, genius student, does your sister and I get dividends for finding you all that poster drawing work under the names of our studios?"

"Now that you mention it, I almost forgot."

Meng Fan hung up Qin Jiao's call and sent her a red pocket.

Qin Jiao opened it and immediately sent him a middle finger emoji. "Is one cent appropriate?!"

Meng Fan bellowed with laughter and transferred another amount.

This time, Qin Jiao was stunned. One hundred thousand!

Qin Jiao was a bit unresponsive. "This much? Did your account get hacked?"

"You've got a strong imagination. Who would hack me and give you so much money!? It's not for you. Didn't you say you entered some charity event that brought art classes to children in rural areas? This is a donation from me."

Qin Jiao did not understand. "Didn't you say you needed money?"

Meng Fan explained very seriously, "I need money, so I wanted to find some work to make some. Now that I earned some, I don't know how to spend it, so I'll just donate it."

Qin Jiao was stunned for a while. She still hadn't come around. "Your logic is making me dizzy!"

Once she returned to reality, Meng Fan sent the money and responded to Qin Jiao, "I'm a genius after all. The logic of a genius can't be so easily understood by the likes of you."

Qin Jiao wanted to curse him but thought for a while without coming up with any appropriate slurs. She was completely caught up in Meng Fan's inexplicable logic.

"Ding!"

Because of the successful donation of 100,000 HXB, he had completed the second task for [Wealth Distribution Cherub, earning him 100 points as a reward.

He had collected 190,000 HXB now for [Wealth Distribution Cherub] and was only 310,000 away from completing task phase 3, which was 500,000, and 810,000 away from the final goal.

Meng Fan did not think much about this task before, but he had put it on his agenda after he gained the ability to make money.

Although the scope of the wealth distribution was very wide and he could be as big shot as he wanted, Meng Fan still thought it was better to put a little thought into it.

Meng Fan could think of three ways. One was to help people that needed it themselves. The second was for charity, and another was to amuse himself.

It was like before when he had hosted the "Stream procurement" during the sports meet purely for his own satisfaction. However, the rewards he received this time from the fickle netizens had exceeded what he spent on the gifts.

After getting off the car, he ate at the school cafeteria since Chen Da Qiang had mentioned that today's braised beef and radishes tasted really good.𝚗𝓞𝒱𝗲𝑙𝗇𝚎xt.𝗰𝔬𝓜

Coincidentally after eating, he scrolled passed a hot topic on Weibo.

The article started out exposing a primary school for cutting corners on their lunches, causing a hot discussion on Weibo. There were all kinds of angry commenters, but among the heated atmosphere was a wholesome content.

The comment was about the Ganhai elementary school in the Ma Li district of De Xuan county. The school was in a poor area but had registered for a free lunch program. They had been doing this for five years up until now, and the Weibo account would post day-to-day introductions of the lunches at noon, including photos of all the dishes and a recording of the expenditures.

The account had been doing this for the last five years and under almost zero attention. Until today.

Even if one didn't compare it to the school that had cut corners, it was still a very moving thing. Then someone found several other Weibo accounts that had also signed up for the free lunch program.

Meng Fan had some understanding regarding the free lunch program, so he found these schools through Weibo. He wanted to donate to them each separately, but the procedure was too troublesome, so he ended up donating 100,000 HXB to the charity organization in charge.

He donated and browsed on Weibo while eating his radish and sirloin; the taste was almost too good. He had eaten away 100,000 HXB in one meal!

In the afternoon, Meng Fan wanted to go out with Wu Tong. He called her and asked what her plans were. Wu Tong responded she had to catch up to a manuscript. Meng Fan heard this and immediately said,

"What a coincidence, me too."

He hurried back to the dorm. He picked up his art tube and headed for the studio.

There were quite a lot of people in the studio over the weekend. After all, there was no shortage of talented people or hard-working ones. Of course, there were also many people who were both hard-working and talented.

"You haven't been to the studio in a while."

Ms. Chen Fu, the studio administrator who had been sitting in his usual spot, looked up when Meng Fan had just reached the door. It wasn't like her meditation had not been serious, but Meng Fan's presence was way too strong.

Meng Fan scratched his head, not knowing how to respond.

Chen Fu sucked in her cheeks and pointed her lips toward a corner of the room. "You came for the people, right?"

Meng Fan put his hands together. "Your eyes are getting old."

"Yeah right, I still have eyes." Chen Fu smiled. "Last time I thought the cute girl with freckles was the subject of your pursuit, but who knew, kid? You've set your target quite high to be chasing after the Chinese painting department's beauty." She lowered her voice and pointed Meng Fan toward a path of light. "I heard that Wu Tong's favorite person is your mother."

Meng Fan's head throbbed upon hearing this. He could only respond with an idiotic smile and headed over to sit next to Wu Tong.

Wu Tong looked at Meng Fan and whispered, "Professor Chen knows you?"

Meng Fan nodded and said half truthfully, "She saw me when I was little."

They remained in the studio for the afternoon and shared dinner together before returning to continue drawing. Wu Tong was really rushing a deadline and Meng Fan… although he wasn't pushing a deadline, he really did have many projects to work on.

The next day at around 8:00 am, Meng Fan arrived at the competition venue.

The competition procedures for the city preliminaries of the CGL basketball tournament was not as simple as last time. It was divided into three categories: single-player, men's doubles, and mixed doubles. To complete all the competitions in a day, the schedule had been packed very tightly, beginning at 9:00 am.

The first to start was the first round of male singles. There were several places to advance into the city-wide tournament. There were 30 people in total that were divided into three groups. They took turns tossing three rounds each, and the top 12 players with the highest scores would advance into the second round.

When Meng Fan arrived… well, Qu Jing Jing and her crew were already there. And this time, instead of four, there were almost a dozen of them.

What surprised him even more was that Wu Tong was there too!

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Chapter 151: CGL City Finals

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"Hello, Iron master!"

Among the cheers of the maids, Meng Fan walked over and smiled awkwardly, saying hello. He then curiously looked towards Wu Tong. "What are you doing here?"

Of course, Wu Tong didn't wear a maid uniform. Out of the fifteen or so people, only Qu Jing Jing and the three other girls were in costume.

Wu Tong smiled. "To cheer for you of course."

"Hey hey hey."

At this time, a very dismayed voice appeared from the side, "We're here too, don't pretend you didn't see us!"

Meng Fan looked at Zhang Zhou Wei, Xing Ta Ge and Chen Da Qiang who had been standing to the side. "Ah." He then approached Wang Ya Nan and Wei Zhi Xue, cheerily greeting them before walking away.

"Budday."

Da Fei arrived with Pao and the Pink hat guy. Seeing the formation outside, they were all respectful, giving Meng Fan a big thumbs up. "You're the most badass!"

The hoard of people walked in together. The arcade was closed today, the entire space serving the CGL competition. The area in front of the basketball machines had also been cleaned, with several machines being moved out to make a large space. There was another circle of barriers that only contestants could enter, leaving spectators on the other side.

"I'm going in then."

Meng Fan talked to Wu Tong before showing his entrance card and started entering with Da Fei. Once the ticket was punched, they began to line up to warm up.

At 8:50, the main organizers came out to make a speech before kicking off the first round of singles.

Meng Fan was in group B and Da Fei was in group A.

"Iron master."

Qu Jing Jing shouted at Meng Fan when she was preparing at group A. When Meng Fan entered, she said, "Master are you not streaming today?"

Meng Fan looked at Wu Tong.

Wu Tong did not make the situation awkward and smiled. "I remembered you streamed last time."

Meng Fan took out his phone and opened the stream, handing the device to Wu Tong.

"I don't know how to film." Wu Tong looked at Qu Jing Jing. Seeing her nod, she handed the phone to her.

"Wu Tong is so nice, no wonder Iron master likes you so much."

Qu Jing Jing happily accepted the phone and turned on the stream.

The first round of ten people from group A ended quickly. This group was the first to go, which allowed Meng Fan to see the level of players at the city level. 8 people in group A had scored over 700 points, while 2 people scored around 690. Out of those, the highest score was 759!

When group B stepped up, Meng Fan was in front of machine number 8.

"Iron master add oil!"

"Iron master add oil!"

The cheers from Qu Jing Jing and the other three girls had pulled everyone's attention towards them. Then, the attention was shifted onto Meng Fan.𝚗𝓞𝒱𝗲𝑙𝗇𝚎xt.𝗰𝔬𝓜

"This must be that 800 points god from the preliminaries right?"

"What a big scene!"

Now was the age of information. Several people knew of Meng Fan's performance in the previous competition, especially the contestants. They had to understand their competition, and when a god suddenly appears, they had to watch his videos.

Of course, when they watched the videos, they couldn't help but also notice the maid army, and the "sorry I was bullsh*tting" comments.

Meng Fan turned back and waved at his "Friends and relatives", mostly because Wu Tong's presence there had made him very excited. As for the others, after the last storefront massacre, Meng Fan could be considered a player who had seen the 'world'.

The whistle sounded and the shooting began.

Meng Fan went into his state after scoring ten baskets, slowly increasing his hand speed. When the first level ended, he was only at an average of 235 points. By round two, he had reached his normal state, and the third level was when his power really exploded… When the fourth level ended, he scored a total of 787.

It was the highest in group B, and the highest score in the competition so far.

"He really is a badass!"

"It seems like this Iron master is in a good condition today."

"In this state, he could easily make over 800 points today."

There was some discussion amid the invincible cheers of the maid army. Compared to the storefront preliminaries, nobody targeted Meng Fan specifically, but the smell of gunpowder was strong among the other contestants.

When group C began, Da Fei approached Meng Fan and pointed to the tall skinny guy standing in front of machine #5. "This guy's nickname is Wind God. He's the most rumored to win our Hangzhou qualifiers, and your biggest competitor. He's also another great god who could score 800 points."

The shooting began… Once the round was over, the onlookers were all surprised. The tall skinny guy named the Wind God was really badass. And his hands were on fire, scoring 809 in the first round.

"Stop hiding your skills."

Da Fei tapped Meng Fan and entered the ring. Group A was about to begin their second round.

The second time around, group A's score was much better. Out of them, the highest score was 798, one ball away from 800.

Once the round ended, the scent of gunpowder began to strengthen.

There was a master capable of breaking 800 points in all three groups!

"Add oil."

Wu Tong saw Meng Fan looking at her before he got in the ring. She smiled and waved a fist in the air. She was there to cheer for him after all.

This time, Meng Fan was already in his best state, and the more he scored the faster he got.

Before the first level ended, all eyes from the spectating crowd were on Meng Fan.

It wasn't just his presence either, but because Meng Fan was causing such a surprising scene.

'He was way too fast!'

This was the thought going through everyone's heads at the moment. There was nothing else to say but stare at him with their jaws dropped.

"F*ck the fatty is godlike!"

"What kind of a dumbass stream is this, is it sped up?"

"Hahaha, I knew someone was going to say this!"

"Meng boss's hand speed is genuinely insane! Kato from the drawing realm won't you?!"

The fickle netizens in the stream were not as strong through the screen, but they were still able to trash talk and boast to an effective degree.

"824! Can someone tell me the level of this score?!"

"I seem to hear the sound of cold air at the arcade!"

"I think I heard it too!"

"Sorry I can only hear the gasping from the maid army!"

The audience was dumbfounded by Meng Fan's shooting. Then, several of them had forgotten to look at the final score as they were rubbing their eyes after each shot, or taking off their glasses to rub their eyes.

Their vision was blurry!

In group C, someone next to the wind god elbowed him lightly. "Wind god, you've met your match!"

The wind god's eyes were locked on Meng Fan as he nodded. "Indeed. It seems it'll be hard to get into the provincial finals this year!"

There was only one spot at the CGL basketball tournament reserved for the Hangzhou station.

The second round began for group C, and all the spectator's eyes were on the wind god. Until now, everyone knew the dispute for the championship today would be between the wind god and Meng fan.

The wind god from group C was also in a good state. He did not have a breakdown after seeing a competitor like Meng Fan. In fact, he managed to reach his highest score yet; 818 points!

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Chapter 152: Another Interview

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The wind god, who had scored his annual best of 818 points, knew that once round three from group B ended; his chances of making the provincials this year were very slim.

That Iron master had scored 827 in the third round!

To cast 820 plus wasn't just because of a good feeling, it was his normal playstyle!

There was a person in group A who could complete the 800-challenge as well. Before Meng Fan's third round, he had already given up the idea of entering provincials this year. However, he didn't know whether his mind was too relaxed or something else, for his intuition had been quite good, and during the third round, he broke through the 800-mark. It was also his highest score in history, 809.

"Student Zhou Wei."

After watching Meng Fan complete the third round, Wu Tong had gained some more understanding regarding arcade basketball. She knew Meng Fan was going to advance to the next round in the first seed, but she was still a bit curious. "Was he this good at basketball before?"

"I've never seen him to to the arcade before, so I never saw him play basketball machines either." Zhang Zhou Wei paused for a moment and added, "Since he started running with you, I feel like I understand him less."

To this, Xing Ta Ge and Chen Da Qiang furiously nodded in agreement.

Wu Tong heard this and smiled. She didn't know Meng Fan before, so she had no idea what they meant by not understanding him more and more. If she knew, she would know that the only thing relevant to her was Meng Fan running with her.

If that was so, she would be even more doubtful.

Doubtful of what?

Doubtful of Meng Fan's changes.

Zhang Zhou Wei and the other guys all had thought Meng Fan's drastic change was because of Wu Tong, and if Wu Tong knew of Meng Fan's past, she would learn that Meng Fan's changes had little to do with her.

She would treat this as a "topic" to study and develop further understanding. In this case, she might discover even more unusual things in Meng Fan.

However, if no such thing existed, Wu Tong could only attribute everything to Meng Fan's hand speed.

He was fast at drawing and shooting baskets.

Accuracy though could be practiced.

Although Zhang Zhou Wei and the other guys had never seen Meng Fan shoot baskets, they couldn't exclude the fact that Meng Fan had played several times.

"Iron master, sugoi!"

Amid the cheers of Qu Jing Jing and the other maids, Meng Fan who had secured the first seed to the next round approached from the playing grounds, waving his hands at the maid army indicating for them to stay low key. He then smiled and said, "I just asked, the second round of singles will start after the first rounds for men's doubles and mixed doubles, so it'll be at around 12:30. Let's go find some place with food and wait, or should we eat after watching the first round of men's doubles?"

They all came for Meng Fan, so watching the game was optional. However, since they were here already, and there was plenty of time, everyone discussed it and decided to eat after watching the men's doubles.

"Hello, I am a reporter from Qian Tang TV. Can I ask you to do a simple interview?" A female reporter approached Meng Fan with her film crew.

The CGL basketball tournament was pretty well known, hence Qian Tang TV naturally would not let go of the competition material during the Hangzhou qualifiers. They had long sent reporters to squat there. Of course, there were also some who were specially invited by the organizers.

As Hangzhou's best player, Meng Fan naturally received attention from these journalists.

"Another interview!"

"This is our Meng fatty's second time being interviewed by a journalist, right?"

"Last time was a paper publication, this time is a TV station, how amazing for our fatty!"

"This reporter is much prettier than the last yo."

"Hmmph. This cameraman is not as handsome as the tattooed hunk from last time!"

"Hahaha Meng fatty so seriously just said he was a basketball fan, is this true?"

"This fan is not a fan, Meng Fatty's original name is Meng Xiao Xin."

"I understand!"

"But he said that because of his figure, he couldn't play basketball and had to resort to shooting machines… Seems legit!"

It was said that the power of these squatting reporters would be realized after a category produces a winner, but Meng Fan's presence was too strong. Plus, his talents were strong as well. Everyone knew he had the championship on lock down. Hence, after Qian Tang TV interviewed him, all the other reporters also began their attack.

They had to interview him anyway, so why not do it sooner. What if this iron hero with his maid army decided to leave after the competition? They would miss a perfect opportunity to gather materials.

"Uhm, can I go eat first?"

The men's doubles matches were over. Meng Fan discovered there were still media personnel flinging themselves on him, and began to panic. It wasn't that there were too many reporters at the competition, for there were only about four or five groups max, but it was a bit terrifying that for no particular reason, the interviews had been freakishly long.

These so-called simple interviews had all lasted at least ten or fifteen minutes. They had purposefully tried to turn an interview into a conversation. Was it because they were bored since they had to wait for the finals anyways?

Meng Fan looked at them closely. But each time, the machines had been turned on.

"Buddy, if you don't want to be interviewed you can just rest in the player's lounge!" Da Fei heard Meng Fan's annoyance and gave him the middle finger. "Over there, journalists can't bother the players in their rest area, don't you know? Standing like a sore thumb out here… You're basically telling everyone that you're a wild flower, and for everyone to come interview you!"

Meng Fan paused for a long time. "I am a very straightforward man, but I don't want the friends I have to be straightforward as well!"

Da Fei cackled with laughter. "I can't gloss it anymore."

The group of people headed upstairs for lunch before returning to the venue. Meng Fan seemed to have missed Da Fei's phone calls and was still watching the competition with Wu Tong and the others.

Was he repulsed by interviews?

A little.

But didn't he still have the [News Figure] task? The subtask had listed that he must be reported on by a local media ten times. Upon completion, he would earn 1 validation and 1 charm. The former didn't matter, but the latter was very important!

This subtask was not difficult, but not flexible either. He had to do something, and they just happened to be present today, so Meng Fan certainly hoped he could receive more interviews. Although he couldn't guarantee the interviews could be aired, it would still increase his experience regardless.

Yes. There were only two agencies left, he had to stand around and wait for them.

He had slipped away previously because he was really hungry.

"It seems like you really want to be interviewed."

The second round of men's singles was about to begin when Meng Fan finally entered the ring. When Da Fei saw him, he gave him another middle finger.𝐧𝑜𝐯𝔢𝑙𝑛𝖾xt.𝗰𝑶𝐌

Meng Fan chuckled and asked him, "They've interviewed me alright, but how can I get them to air it?"

"You want to be famous that bad?" Da Fei asked.

Meng Fan couldn't tell him the truth so he shrugged his shoulders. "It's not like it's a bad thing."

Da Fei laughed. "If you're badass enough to break the competition record, there will be no shortage of aired reports."

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Chapter 153: Seven Ball World Record

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"Break the record?"

Meng Fan didn't think of this. After all, he had no experience in sports competitions before his reincarnation. Even after receiving the hand speed and throwing accuracy, he did not consider this. In his subconscious, he was still a far stretch away from breaking the world record.

With Da Fei's reminder, however, Meng Fan found that he was not far from attaining this.

The single player record for the CGL basketball tournament was… Meng Fan had checked before, but couldn't remember it. Hence, he used the stream aid to search it online. 837 points. It was also the approved world record for the 7 ball basketball machine, created by a player from Taiwan.

Also, another recognized record was for a 9 ball machine, tallying at 1024 points. It was created by another player from Taiwan. However, it wasn't created during the CGL tournaments, as the competition only used a 7 ball format.

Meng Fan has not reached a score of 837 yet. His highest had been around 830. Although he has never scored it before, this score to Meng Fan was not unrealistic.

Indeed, as Da Fei had mentioned, if he could break the tournament record, he'd be breaking a world record. Then the issues with these reporters will be properly handled.

In fact, even more media agencies will report on him.

"Buddy, are you really thinking about breaking the record?" Da Fei noticed Meng Fan had been deep in thought and felt fearful in an instant.

Meng Fan confirmed once again and said, "The record is 837 right?" Seeing Da Fei nod, Meng Fan smiled. "Then I will try my best."

"Try your best?"

Da Fei heard this and was stunned for a minute. Was this the sort of thing you can achieve by trying your best?

But thinking carefully, he realized this chump actually might be able to break it!

Before the competition, Meng Fan had streamed himself breaking the records on the machines in different arcades. Da Fei had watched quite a few of these, and they had been the reason he felt Meng Fan's strengths were bottomless. He had no idea what kind of score this chump can achieve.

Before, Da Fei believed Meng Fan could score 800. As a result, he had scored 827 just now. This was much stronger than Da Fei expected.

He originally thought that he would reach 810 at best, but who would have thought Meng Fan exceeded that by 17 points.

Although it was difficult to improve after a certain score, and even harder to do so on the court, hence most people's personal high scores were achieved during casual practice. Usually, if a person could score 800, it meant they had achieved 800 during their practice and not guaranteed they would score it on a competitive platform.

So to Da Fei or any other contestants, it would be very difficult to increase his score by 10 points during a match.

Only, Da Fei felt that for Meng Fan… it wouldn't be that hard.

He would wait and see. Who knows what could happen?!

The second round of the CGL basketball city finals was about to begin. There were ten people who had advanced to the second round. It was divided into three rounds of shooting, and the two people with the lowest scores would be directly eliminated after each round.

Regardless of your previous score, it only looked at the current round. It was a high demand for maintaining game morale.

After the first round, Meng Fan once again cast a high score of 820, but he did not manage to exceed the 827 he had scored before, hitting 822 instead. Even Meng Fan couldn't guarantee a flawless performance for every round.

As for Da Fei, he had been eliminated after coming last in the first round.

In this regard, Da Fei was not dismayed. To be honest, he already felt lucky to be advancing to the second round. He had come in the 10th.

After being eliminated, Da Fei squatted on the side and cheered for Meng Fan. He had never seen a record being broken live and was looking forward to it. Thinking about it, it made him a little excited.

"That's my buddy, I'm honored!"

The second time, Meng Fan once again scored 820, 825 points.

In the third round, he managed to reach 831 points!

Once in the second round, all eyes were on Meng Fan. The competition had become his personal show.

"Why do I feel like something big is about to happen in Hangzhou today?!"

The organizers were already clustered together waving their hands, with their faces full of excitement and joy.

When Meng Fan finished his third round, the group of organizers hand in hand all released a sigh. They were still excited, but a bit disappointed.

They were very clear about what Meng Fan's creeping score meant, and knew how hard it was to break the record. But maybe they were inexplicably feeling like Da Fei, thinking Meng Fan had the ability to break the record.

"There's still the third round!"

The organizers became hopeful once again.

After the second round ended, six people had been eliminated leaving only four left for the final round.

After the second round of singles, was the second round for men's doubles and mixed doubles. It was also the championship match for these two categories. They had fewer competitors than the singles one, and the reward pool was limited too. Hence, the single player championship had to be the final showrunner.

An hour or so had passed before the men's doubles and mixed doubles championships emerged. Similar to the singles, only one team from each category would advance into provincial finals.

Because of his determination to break the record, Meng Fan did not wander around during this hour. He obediently stayed in the players' resting area to recharge and await the finals.

There were four people who had advanced to the final round. The final procedure required each person to play three rounds, counting the highest score out of one of them as the players' final score. The final score that wins the championship will be a beautiful one.

Before playing, Meng Fan exchanged a bottle of sports drinks from the system. The last two rounds have already proved that he had the ability to break the record, but it was difficult to break a score on the court. Hence, he required the help of the special sports drink that could increase his competitive state to its peak.

"He's out, he's finally out!"

"I'm so f*cking bored, I've been waiting on this stream for an hour!"

"Although I knew Meng fatty was going to win the championship for sure, I still want to see the moment it happens."

When he finally appeared in the stream again, the quiet live chat began to thicken with comments.

"It's starting!"

"Do you guys think Meng fatty looks a bit strange?"

"He's fatter?"

"Did his air change?"

"He looks really serious."

"Why do I think at this time the organizers should give him some BGM!"

"Should it be the BGM from Cardcaptor Sakura?!"

"The Sailor Moon transformation music is the most fitting!"

"I was going to say Chopin's prelude but seeing your comments… Goodbye!"

The stream was livid, yet the scene was quiet.

Meng Fan pressed the start button. After drinking the sports drink, he was at peak performance when he approached the machine. His intuition was excellent, his hand speed was extraordinary. He scored 272 points in the first level!

Woosh woosh woosh.

The audience's gaze all fell on Meng Fan. It seems even the sound of other people shooting had been silenced by him. They could only hear the sound of Meng Fan breaking the basketball board.

822,825,828,831,834,837!

822, 825, 828, 831, 834, 837!

When his score reached 837, the hands of the organizers were about to be crushed by each other.

And there were still two seconds left!

Whoosh!

Another shot. 840 points!

There were still 2 seconds left.

Whoosh!

Suddenly, everyone could hear Meng Fan breathe a sigh of relief. It was faint, but everyone was sure they heard it.

Then Meng Fan paused, turned around, and shook his arms!

Boom!

The crowd went wild!𝐧𝑜𝐯𝔢𝑙𝑛𝖾xt.𝗰𝑶𝐌

Chapter 154: Iron Devil

Translator: Dragon Boat Translation Editor: Dragon Boat Translation

"He really did it!"

The squatting Da Fei slammed into the ground, muttering to himself amidst the cheering. "F*cking hell, this is a world record not some long term relationship, how can he break it so easily?!"

Da Fei massaged his numb legs and stood up and joined the cheering.

"World record, a new world record!"𝐧𝑜𝐯𝔢𝑙𝑛𝖾xt.𝗰𝑶𝐌

The MC's voice also cracked on command, excitement flowing from within it. He slapped his hands on his chest, almost too excited to speak. "The new seven ball shooting machine single player world record has been broken at this moment! Let's all chant his name!"

Excitedly, he directed the mic at the audience.

Then…

"Meng Fan!"

"Iron master!"

"Wait what are we calling out?"

The crowd was out of control. Some people recognized his contestant's name, while some people heard the maid army's nickname for Meng Fan. Some people did not react in time regarding what this brother's name was. After all, they only remembered his speed and accuracy, not his name.

"Let's all scream out his name!"

The MC was a bit stunned. He was not a person who easily admitted defeat, so he brought on another wave of rhythm, adding a guideline for the chants: "Iron devil!"

He pointed the mic at the audience.

The audience gave him the face, feeling that the name 'Iron devil' sounded very heroic. They all yelled together.

This nickname… Meng Fan surrendered.

If nobody mentioned it, who would have known it would have evolved to this?

After five minutes of brewing chaos, they finally returned their attention to the competition.

The tournament was not over.

The finale was divided into three rounds, and the first one had just finished now.

Only, when Meng Fan broke the record with 840, he had stopped with two seconds left on his timer. How could they continue scoring?

Since the competition rules would take the highest score out of the three rounds, Meng Fan decided to forfeit the next round, and the third one as well.

When Meng Fan forfeited the second and third rounds, the audience naturally did not harbor any more interest in the game. The other three contestants had also lost their enthusiasm.

In the end, it had to be the 840 points that broke the recorded score that ended up qualifying for the provincial finals.

"Can't respect that!"

As the forecasted winner of the competition, the wind god wasn't upset in the slightest. He took the initiative to shake hands with Meng Fan to congratulate him and said, "Three years ago I was standing on the side watching the record-breaker in this competition, but today I was lucky enough to compete with the new record holder!"

Meng Fan appreciated very much the open-mindedness of his opponent as he patted him on the arm and said, "I'm happy for you as well."

The wind god paused for a minute, then bellowed with laughter.

The on-site MC announced the winner, and Meng Fan heard the ding in his mind. The system had judged this to be a provincial level competition and rewarded him with one championship honor point.

Since he received the point directly, it didn't affect the success rate for judging competitions below provincial and municipal competitions. The original success rate he had accumulated has not been cleared either.

With two championship points, his BUFF increased to 1%.

The next step was the award ceremony. The prizes for the CGL tournament was solid. It wasn't some pre-charged gift card, but straight-up cash.

The champion got 10,000 HXB, runner up received 5000, third place gets 3000, and top six gets 1000 each.

There were also some other special prizes. For example, the champion also would receive a basketball in addition to basketball shoes, jerseys, and a special card provided by the organizers and the arcade. There was no money in the card, but it could be used to play most of the games in the arcade for free, aside from the claw machines.

After the award ceremony ended, the organizers had a cordial conversation with Meng Fan. Of course, a photo op was inevitable as well.

Only Meng Fan was not that interested in talking with them. After all, the reporters were waiting!

The reporters had felt that the previous interviews were too hasty and simple. They had prepared for a re-interview. After all, they had initially only interviewed him based on the specification of the champion. Now, he was the world record holder!

Meng Fan also had this enlightened thought. He had done so just for the sake of these reporting agencies. Once he caught the opportunity, he hoped to finish the subtask for [News Figure] in one go.

As for the requirement of needing to be reported by a national-level media platform 10 times, Meng Fan did not even dare to think about it.

It wasn't hard to receive a local interview, as provincial and municipal agencies were considered local. Even the websites with a media category could be considered local; it had a side range.

But the national level was different. What was the national level media agency? To put it bluntly, it was the kind that had the words Hua Xia, The People's or Central before it!

Was that something you could just be published on so easily?

Even if he had broken the CGL basketball tournament's record, and even if this record was equivalent to breaking the world record for men's singles on the seven ball machine, Meng Fan did not feel like he would make state media. After all, the influence of these shooting machine games paled in relevance in front of these agencies.

"Student Zhou Wei."

Wu Tong looked towards Meng Fan, who was receiving an endless chain of interviews from several media agencies and asked Zhang Zhou Wei. "Did he always… Love being interviewed before?"

"Mr. Meng had always been the forefront of promoting sports and mind exercise…"

The brazen mouthed Zhang Zhou Wei felt like he could not continue to lie. Although Wang Ya Nan was very hopeful that Meng Fan could end up with Jiao Yan Ran, it did not prevent Zhang Zhou Wei from maintaining Meng Fan's personal image. Enjoying the interview process could be equated to being a show-off and liking to brag, how could he put it in a humble yet admirable way… It was too hard. He thought about it and decided not to be so vain. "Actually, Meng fatty has always been very lowkey. Maybe his passion just got ignited by the game… yes."

Wu Tong smiled. "This passion is great. I am just curious, as sometimes what he displays contradicts with his actual character."

Wu Tong knew Meng Fan was a lowkey person. After all, he had such well-known figures as his sister and mom that nobody knew about.

Zhang Zhou Wei's brazen mouth finally felt that he could respond to her doubts adequately. "People are all walking contradictions!"

Of course, who wasn't? There was no problem with saying that!

Meng Fan did not take it overboard either. After modestly accepting each interview, he shyly smiled and withdrew. After all, he just broke a world record. A simple interview should be enough courtesy to make the news.

More importantly, he was hungry again.

"Let's go eat!"

Meng Fan slapped the 10,000 HXB of hard cash in his hands and left the arcade with Wu Tong, Zhang Zhou Wei, the maid army, and Da Fei's crew. They decided to avoid the mall's fifth floor, as it wasn't comfortable to have people watch you eat. The squad took a cab and headed for the waterfront restaurant outside the academy.

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Chapter 155: One Question: Aren't I Handsome?

Translator: Dragon Boat Translation Editor: Dragon Boat Translation

The group took turns hailing their cabs with Meng Fan following last. Since Chen Da Qiang was present, the task of ordering food was handed to him.

Meng Fan was still holding onto his cell phone that Qu Jing Jing had passed him. The stream was still live.

Although the CGL hegemony's basketball tournament was complete, the enthusiasm in the stream was still sky-high. There was a high number of viewers who hadn't left yet, and they were all waiting for Meng Fan.

It was like when some games ended and your favorite player won the championship. You already saw the moment they won and the awards ceremony, and all that awaited was the post-game interview.

Yes, this was their interview, not the reporters'.

Regardless, they were all looking forward to talking with the new world record holder, Meng Fan. Although nobody has heard of this record before, it did not hinder their passion at the very least.𝐧𝑜𝐯𝔢𝑙𝑛𝖾xt.𝗰𝑶𝐌

If you say someone had broken the record, there would be a sense of collective honor that excited most people. Then you'd send a few Wechat moments or a Weibo, and it would count as exciting enough. However, Meng Fan was different. Although not many people in the stream had seen him before, Meng Fan already felt like a person close to them.

Many fickle netizens had followed his journey from streaming art to running, his run from Hangzhou to Shanghai, then to basketball machine shooting, and etc. To them, or at least subconsciously, they felt like they had completed the journey with Meng Fan. From a certain point of view, this was the relationship between idol groups and their fans.

To be more general, they had watched, dissed, picked, supported, and rewarded him. At a deeper level, Meng Fan carried a part of their dreams with him.

If you didn't have the slightest dream of drawing, or simply thought about having the ability to draw, would you watch a drawing stream?

If you didn't see the perseverance within yourself after watching Meng Fan run from Hangzhou to Shanghai, would you keep following him like a TV series?

If you… Alright, there were also people who were just bored and came to see the fuss.

Of course, you could also say there was so much going on in the world, so why choose this stream to follow? It's obviously because the lines drawn by this streamer were so beautiful it had appealed to you!

All in all, the fickle netizens went wild when they saw Meng Fan return into the screen, sending out barrages of 666s.

"Hello everyone, I… I… I… I think I'm lagging, let me relog."

Meng Fan took the phone and had wanted to talk with his fickle netizens. He knew from Qu Jing Jing that everyone had been waiting for a long time, and would occasionally glance over at the virtual interface to see what was going on. The netizens sent a lot of gifts, only, the unscrupulous host had seen the progress for [Famous Streamer] was at 993,000 views, and he was only 70,000 viewers away from completing task phase 4.

These 70,000 views… He was about to log off, so there wouldn't be that many netizens tuning in, but he wanted to quickly collect the remaining experience. How would he do that?

Hehe. He'd log out and reopen the stream!

Meng Fan logged out and relogged. The fickle netizens naturally then had to refresh their browser or close and reopen it. This enter and re-enter process skyrocketed the number of views.

If you use this routine all the time, it would be disrespectful to the fickle netizens. But to use it once in a while, everyone should understand… right?

Before logging off, there were 200,000 viewers online. Refreshing like this, not all of them were guaranteed to return, but it shouldn't be too hard to maintain at least 180,000.

They've already waited for so long, this relog time was nothing!

"Ding!"

When the amount of viewers reached 70,000, Meng Fan heard the alert go off in his mind. His total viewers had reached 10 million, completing task phase 4 of [Famous Streamer]. He received 1000 achievement points and 1 charm.

So far, the four phases from [Famous Streamer] had awarded Meng Fan with a total of 4 charm.

So far, he'd accumulated 3945 points. By now, he had purchased all the products in the existing tasks except for the black magic microphone from the [Concert Killer] task.

Regarding these extra points, Meng Fan couldn't manage it anyways. It was better to have it than not, and he instinctively felt that these extra points will come in handy eventually, only he didn't know why.

Meng Fan directed the camera towards himself, looking towards the stream with a charming expression. He couldn't help but chuckle as he asked his netizens in the stream, "One question for you guys, aren't I handsome?!"

"Are you shameless?"

In the live comments, it was as if there was an organ sale going on as the comments were so organized.

"Handsome!"

"So handsome!"

"So handsome that it's overwhelming my face!"

"Are you sure about what's on your face?"

"Can I ask this holy monk, where is the thief?"

The netizens knew Meng Fan was asking if his record-breaking just now was handsome, and only a handful of netizens responded in a twisted way.

"Stop messing around, I really think Meng fatty is getting more and more attractive!"

"This f*cking fat ass really has some potential, if he loses weight, his attractiveness is going up!"

"What to do now, I used to like Meng fatty's talent, but now I kinda like his appearance!"

"I've become a shallow person!"

The effects of 1 charm were not bad. Only it was not limited to upgrading his facial features. Hence, everyone accepted it was because his charisma had risen up after winning the championship, or a subconscious change that the way they looked at Meng Fan had changed.

It made sense, people became more charismatic because of their added auras. For example, social status, temperament, and so forth were all different kinds of auras. Meng Fan's victory and his world record was also an aura.

Da Fei, Ye Xiao An, the pink hat guy, and Pao bro were all invited to eat by Meng Fan. They remained the last bunch to leave with him, and when they heard him ask his fickle netizens if he was handsome or not, they were a bit speechless.

This was a f*cking guy who broke a world record, shouldn't he be more modest?

To a couple of hundred-thousand people too!

Although anyone would be excited if they broke a world record, the more excited they got, the more modest they should be, a subtle flex could lighten the mood.

But this guy was different. The arrogance! But it strangely seemed that he was still very down to earth.

They did not understand it.

On the other side, Meng Fan asked once again if he was handsome or not, and added, "I will continue to be handsome." Then he logged off.

Da Fei and the other three saw the sullen netizens were also dumbstruck.

Was Meng Fan this hardcore now?

Hahahaha, it seems kind of interesting!

He was shameless but so lovable!

Meng Fan put away his phone and hailed a taxi. He then turned to Da Fei and the other three who were stunned and said, "Don't look at me, no matter how hard you look you won't inherit my handsomeness."

He pulled open the passenger seat door and waved, gesturing for them to get in the car.

When Da Fei and the other three got in the car, he gave Meng Fan the middle finger. He held it all the way to the waterfront restaurant, which made the driver uncomfortable as he kept glancing back at Meng Fan for help.

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Chapter 156: Liking Someone is a Positive Thing

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An hour had passed as Meng Fan waited for everyone to arrive at the waterfront restaurant.

At the end of the game, the CGL basketball tournament's marketing department had already sent out the wonderful edits from the day's game. There was a separate video of Meng Fan breaking the world record.

At the same time, the audience watching had also filmed more or less videos and pictures which they had already uploaded to their social media outlets. The most shared video, of course, was undoubtedly Meng Fan's.

When a video surfaces with the header "World record broken", it will always attract some attention.

Basketball was a popular sport. As a result, most people would know more or less what the rules were even if they didn't know of the basketball machine.

After knowing the necessary information, they went to see Meng Fan's video, then the result was different.

He was too fast, too accurate, and holy cow; he broke the world record. This was the thought process of most of the people that saw his video. Occasionally, someone would remember the ten or hundred points they scored when playing the game themselves.

There were still people who shared the video, especially on Weibo. There was always room for special and strange content to flourish. Not long after, the CGL basketball tournament's Weibo post had garnered a thousand shares.

Of course, the video wasn't causing a sensational wave of forwards and shares, nonetheless front page material. After all, it wasn't a well-known sport, nor did it have a high reward margin. Like before, not many people knew of the original record holder either.

It was only big news for a small group of people.

Meng Fan had graced the front page by chance during his laughing frenzy at Shan Jin bro's concert, but evidently, the strange and dumb events on Weibo were obviously more eye-catching than ordinary events.

Also, the main point was that the laughing frenzy had occurred during Shan Jin Bro's concert.

However this time it was a little more special. The CGL basketball tournament's editor had discovered Meng Fan broke the world record, and an hour later, the number of shares skyrocketed.

"Huh? Why is everyone @SuQingCen when they share the video?"

"Everyone is tagging Meng host too, this Meng host must be the Meng Fan who broke the world record, right?"

The editor looked at it for a while, confirming that the sudden surge in shares and comments had spawned from primarily two groups of people. One group was the fans of Su Qing Cen, and the other were the fans of Meng Fan, the record-breaker himself.

It wasn't difficult to figure out the latter. It was easy to tell from their words that Meng Fan was a streamer and one that had a strong appeal as well. Asking around some more, they confirmed that Meng Fan had been streaming during the competition.

As for the former, they were a bit more inexplicable. @SuQingCen had said something along the lines of come watch our Haha bro; what the hell was a Haha bro? The editor was clueless, and upon asking his colleagues realized they were clueless as well. After a long time tracking Weibo posts, he found the reason.

It turns out Meng Fan was the governor of smiles during Shan Jin bro's concert!

Well, the editor also found the laughing video from the concert along the way when he realized such an operation existed. Although the video had made the front page, the editor had not seen it before.

Not long after the editor discovered the reason, he suddenly saw the share count soar. It was because Shan Jin bro had shared this Weibo!

Su Qing Cen said, "Congratulations to Haha bro, Meng host for creating a new world record!"

Su Qing Cen was an idol singer, and the talented kind as well. In terms of popularity, she was ranked very high among the other singers who were currently trending. Anything she shared on Weibo would have no less than 100,000 shares, including the statuses she forwarded from other people.

Of course, Su Qing Cen very seldomly forwarded other people's statuses.

After all, she was a popular celebrity, and her management and brokerage team were very strict.

But for this Weibo post, the brokerage team had raised both hands in support of sharing.

For an artist's fan to appear as a great individual, it was something both the artist and the management were glad to see, especially when something so incredulous happens like breaking a world record, although the record was not very well known, or paid.

"Meng fatty, your Shan Jin bro shared a status about your record-breaking Weibo!"

When Meng Fan, Da Fei, and the others entered the restaurant, Zhang Zhou Wei ran over with his phone, showing him the screen: "your idol has reposted and congratulated you on your world record, this is too much!"

As his roommates, Zhang Zhou Wei and the other two knew that Meng Fan was a fan of Shan Jin Bro. When your idol affirms you, it's surely something to be happy for.

Xing Ta Ge revealed a mysterious smile with a gaze that seemed to see through everything.

It's true Meng Fan was Su Qing Cen's fan, but after learning that Meng Cai Wei was Meng Fan's sister, Xing Ta Gei no longer found anything spectacular about Shan Jin bro forwarding a Weibo status related to Meng Fan—although the content was a bit unusual—Meng Cai Wei and Su Qing Cen were good friends in private, which most people knew about. After all, the two had little interaction during work, but would often be seen traveling together and taking photos.𝐧𝑜𝐯𝔢𝑙𝑛𝖾xt.𝗰𝑶𝐌

Of course, Wu Tong definitely knew more about this, as she had been the one who had met Su Qing Cen with Meng Fan.

There were seventeen of them in the group, and they asked for the biggest private room at the waterfront restaurant, the kind with a round table suited for 20 people. Chen Da Qiang had already ordered the dishes, and true to his name, all the food tasted great. It was so delicious that even the chef began to doubt himself.

The meal was shared in a harmonious atmosphere, and when they finished it was already eight o clock.

"Thank you senpai for the hospitality, we have class tomorrow so we're going to leave now."

Qu Jing Jing and her group left, and of course, the formalities became normal again after they changed out of their roles. Their farewells however made some of the other boys who had planned to try their pursuit were a bit disappointed.

Da Fei and the other two also left. "Then we are heading out too, see you soon."

The rest of them along with Meng Fan bantered happily as they headed back to school.

At this time, Qu Jing Jing and her friends had already entered the school.

"Jing Jing, weren't you going to confess to senior Meng Fan?" After setting a long-distance and leaving their roles, the four girls resumed their normal names for Meng Fan. One of them stopped Qu Jing Jing and hung on to her arm as she asked.

"I planned on confession, but I chickened out. Haven't you guys noticed? Meng Fan senpai is a lot more outstanding than we thought. And Wu Tong senpai seems to be interested in him too. It's not like what everyone is saying that he has no chance. I have the courage to confess and the courage to be rejected, but I have no courage to face senpai when he goes out of his way to deliberately avoid me. Of course, I will continue to like Meng Fan senpai, more and more."

Qu Jing Jing smiled brightly. "I think liking a person is a very positive thing. When you are in the process of liking someone, you are also trying to make yourself a better person. I believe Meng Fan senpai is going through this as well as he pursues Wu Tong senpai. I will become more outstanding, and then confess to him… besides, liking someone doesn't mean you actually have to get them, right?"

The three girls were all stunned and deeply moved by Qu Jing Jing's words. Collectively, they nodded and said with certainty, "Yes!"

Qu Jing Jing said helplessly, "You guys all said you liked Meng Fan senpai, what are we going to be love rivals in the future?"

One of the girls twisted over and bumped Qu Jing Jing with her shoulder, squeezing her eyes shut and jokingly said, "Only normal people are love rivals, we are sisters in a palace."

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Chapter 157: The Report

Translator: Dragon Boat Translation Editor: Dragon Boat Translation

When the group entered the school, Chen Da Qiang and the others found an excuse and slipped away, leaving Meng Fan alone with Wu Tong. The two weren't awkward together though, chatting happily as they headed for the track field. They stretched for a while before Meng Fan dropped her off at the girl's dorm. He then headed back to his apartment outside the school.

Meng Fan hadn't checked his phone since the competition began. Several Wechat messages were from the middle man for his movie posters. The content was more or less the same. First, they expressed their gratitude, then they asked for more manuscripts for collaboration.

These middle men clearly had more than one TV series or movie on their hands, and even a few reality shows. There was naturally a demand for more hand-drawn posters.

Meng Fan's submission this time had been of high quality, which received their recognition and praise.

Most artists would rush to receive this type of poster making work for a film crew. One, the time requirement was very lenient, two, the requirement for quality was high but the pay was great, and three, if the movie or series happened to blow up, it would be great exposure for the artist or their studio.

As far as the third point was concerned, several emerging artists and their studios would work hard just to find these jobs and do them for free.

For the opposite party in this case who has the jobs, there was never a shortage of artists. In this case, the term 'boss daddy' was no joke.

But they really did lack an artist that assured their quality and let them feel at ease!

Of course, Meng Fan was this kind of artist.

Originally, they happily gave him the work on behalf of Meng Cai Wei's assistant, but now they were purely after Meng Fan's abilities.

To be honest, when they gave him this job, they had prepared to clean up the trash. It was worth spending tens of thousands of dollars to buy the good side of Meng Cai Wei's assistant. But after Meng Fan submitted manuscripts, they almost panicked. They now f*cking owe Meng Cai Wei's assistant instead!

Panic was panic, but it did not prevent them from giving more work to Meng Fan. They were even willing to pay him more, solely based on the fact that his work was good, nothing else.

As long as the posters were badass, they did not care about being a boss, or red envelopes to cut prices or whatever!

There were three middle men who had followed up on Meng Fan's poster drawing jobs. One of them had given him contracts for two film crews, or four groups of posters.

Everyone was very polite. Immediately they had raised the previous draft fee by a grade. Each one cost no less than 4000, and the highest bid was 6500 each for ten posters.

The most polite thing was that after Meng Fan agreed, they immediately forwarded the money in its full amount.

In no time, 215,000 HXB had been credited to Meng Fan's account!

Although Meng Fan had produced all the manuscripts within three days, they did not give him a tight deadline. They all provided him with more than a week and especially requested that he take his time. If he wanted to drag it out a few days, then it would pose no problem at all.

Of course, these people were all contacted on the same day by Meng Cai Wei's assistant, but even if they had known each other, they wouldn't know Meng Fan had picked up so many of these jobs by himself. Otherwise, even if Meng Fan had a studio working for him, they'd still be surprised by the speed of his production.

However these hand-drawn posters were mostly used for promotional material, so these people will know more or less that Meng Fan was drafting for others as well. As for what kind of shock there were in for, that's another topic.

A hand-drawn poster had promoted some interesting things. Some people had recognized Meng Fan as a streamer through these means. They then found that Meng Fan's hand speed was extraordinarily fast, and then discovered something important that recently happened to him; he'd broken some kind of world record. Among them, the wittier ones associated him using his championship to help make posters for XX movies. It was a wave of gimmicks.𝐧𝑜𝐯𝔢𝑙𝑛𝖾xt.𝗰𝑶𝐌

Were all world record holders world champions? Heh. They didn't care about this!

He had originally planned on drawing manga, slacking off, or going on a night tour. Seeing the poster work come in, Meng Fan could only work out his fingers and get to work.

No matter what, he should try to earn 1.5 million HXB soo so he could finish the [Wealth Distribution Cherub] and [One Million Merits] task. Both these missions had very desirable attributes as their rewards.

He had planned to drag out [One Million Merits, but realizing that he has world-class drawing skills even if he specialized in manga and that it wasn't as difficult to make money as he had thought, he decided to complete them all together.

"How much weight did you gain?"

Bai Zhi had been dragged out by Meng Cai Wei for a midnight snack after her recording ended. It pained her to see Meng Cai Wei gorging on the food, but it was admirable at the same time.

"Twenty or so."

Meng Cai Wei clearly had no dismay towards her weight gain, looking almost too happy as she ate. Seeing Bai Zhi boil food for her but too scared to eat it herself, Meng Cai Wei perked up even more.

It was a luxurious treatment when someone especially boiled your food and put it in your bowl when you ate a hot pot.

"When are you going to cap your weight gain? When is your shoot?" Bai Zhi asked.

Meng Cai Wei continued to eat and said ambiguously, "The crew already began work, I'll probably join the shoot in ten days. Oh right, I was talking about the script with director Li and he just happened to answer a call, saying one of the actors for the roles couldn't participate because of an accident. I think the role is fitting for you so I recommended you to director Li. They will probably call you in the next few days, so keep it in mind. The role is pretty outstanding, if you have time in your schedule, you can try it."

Bai Zhi was not very confident. "Spare me, last time I went to audition for a character I got cut."

"That's because the role just didn't happen to be your type," Meng Cai Wei said.

Although Bai Zhi partook in all three aspects of film, television, and singing, her acting skills were solid. Otherwise, Meng Cai Wei would not recommend her to the director knowing she had been cut for an audition.

Bai Zhi did not harbor much hope and changed the topic, directing the conversation to Meng Fan.

"Oh did you know Fan set a new world record?" Bai Zhi held out her phone and showed her.

Meng Cai Wei didn't know. The past few days she had been working on dubbing an animated film. She took the phone and was quite surprised. After reading the article, she paused for a few more seconds. "This brat is getting worse!"

She was curious though. When did this brat learn to play basketball shooting machines? And he got a world record from it too!

There was a problem here… A big one!

Meng Cai Wei felt she had to meet Meng Fan before leaving for her shoot.

Meng Fan worked on his drawings and slept around 2:00 am. The next day, he went to school to run his ten kilometers with Wu Tong, then went back home to continue drawing.

There were no classes in the morning, but he had two in the afternoon. But since he had to attend the quarter-finals for the basketball tournament that afternoon, the classes had all been adjusted. This was the first time that the animation department had entered the top eight, and this allowed more people to cheer for the department's basketball team!

From 6:00 am, the experience for his [News Figure] task had been continuously rising. This was evidently because the interview from the previous day had been broadcasted. Only Meng Fan didn't know which media agency had published it, nor whether it was a TV channel or newspaper it had been published on.

At around 9:00, the counter on the subtask had risen to 7. Which meant 6 media agencies have already published his news.

At ten o'clock, Meng Fan noticed the experience for subtask 2 suddenly rise by 1 point!

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Chapter 158: Don't Let the Iron Bro Slip Off Again

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The task [News Figure] had three subtasks. These subtasks did not have to be completed in any order, as long as he was reported in a local, national, and international media platform, the corresponding subtask would increase in experience.

Sub task 2 had gained 1 points, which surely meant that a national media agency had published a report about Meng Fan.𝐧𝑜𝐯𝔢𝑙𝑛𝖾xt.𝗰𝑶𝐌

Meng Fan really did not expect this!

Which national media agency?

Meng Fan was curious. He put down the work at hand and used the stream assistant to search it up.

If it was published via newspaper, it wouldn't have been at this hour; he would have obtained the point before eight in the morning.

Therefore, Meng Fan thought it was probably published on a TV channel, on the news category or the sports category… After a quick search, he found the 10:00 am report from the CCTV news channel. He then locked onto the "Sports News" program on CCTV 5.

Right now, "Sports News" was still airing, so he connected the smart TV, picked the channel, and rewound to the beginning of the program.

"Next, let's look at some recent news."

The third down the list of recent news was the one!

"In the Hangzhou stop of the CGL basketball tournament yesterday, Meng Fan, a third-year student at the Hua Xia Academy of Fine Arts cast a score of 840 in the final round, breaking the world record for the seven ball basketball shooting machines! This was the first time Meng Fan had participated in the CGL competition. Next, he will participate in the Zhejiang provincial finals and the national finals. We wish Meng Fan the best in achieving even better results."

In addition to the oral broadcast, the news also included a video of Meng Fan shooting and a photo of him. Of course, the time was short. After all, even if the CGL basketball tournament was in its championship match, it would not always be broadcasted on CCTV 5. This report happened mostly because he broke the world record.

Short was okay though, no matter how short, it counted as a report!

After confirming the source of this experience, he couldn't help but wonder if there would be some more reports if he broke another record during the provincial finals.

With this, he couldn't help but praise himself for not continuing in the remaining two seconds after he'd broken the record.

Was it because he wanted to flex at the time?

Heh. Either way, it was a great foresight!

Around 12 o clock, mostly due to the midday news, and the TV stations in Zhejiang and Hangzhou, the last three points of experience for [News Figure] task were effortlessly filled up. Mostly it was because someone from their own area broke a world record, so it had to be reported.

"Ding! You've been reported on by a local news agency 10 times. You've completed subtask 1 of [News Figure]. Reward: points 100, validation 1, charm 1."

The points and validation did not attract Meng Fan. The key point here definitely was the 1 charm.

After completing the [Famous Streamer] task, he had gained 1 charm. Now, he received another point. In 24 hours, he'd gained 2 charm… Time to look in the mirror!

Meng Fan felt great about himself. This time after looking in the mirror, he felt the added charm changed him a lot. As for where specifically, he couldn't put a pin on it.

Not only him, but people on the spectator side during the tournament that afternoon felt this iron hero was easier on the eyes than he was before. They couldn't help but look at him more. Only most of them already knew he had broken a world record. Looking at a record-breaker, they couldn't help but see him through a filter!

"Meng fatty is a badass!"

"Iron senior is the best!"

"Wow today's seniors are all so handsome, it's like they are walking with the wind!"

"Is it him? The one that broke the record? Didn't you say he was fat? Why does he not look that fat? On the contrary, he looks so buff, and makes me feel safe."

Meng Fan followed the basketball team to the courts. There were more people than usual on the stands today, one to see the quarterfinal, two, some of these players were too strange.

In the past, there had been legends of the Iron master and were all curious as to what Meng Fan looked like. This time he broke the world record, and they would all come to see. It was already hard enough to see a record-breaker in real time, and this time in their own schools too. How could they not go?

There had been several spectators before Meng Fan even arrived, and they had brought two banners along too. One of them was the one they used during the sports meet "your elder will always be your elder!", and a newly added, "Congratulations to the Iron hero on his new world record".

These guys weren't here to watch the match, this was a f*cking fan meet!

"All these people are up to no good." Meng Fan chuckled and said to senior Ah Ning, "This must be so awkward for you guys!"

"It's not awkward for us, it's way worse for the industrial design department's team." Senior Ah Ning thought about it and continued, "How about we all put on girls' clothes and cheer you on."

When the redheaded youth and the other team members heard this, they all backed up and said, "Bro, if you want to crossdress go ahead, don't drag us into it! No no no… It's best if you don't dress up as a girl, it's too distracting!"

"Warm up, warm up."

Senior Ah Ning leads the team into the court, looked at the time, and took turns slapping everyone's asses as they went to warm up. Afterward, he only said two words to Meng Fan as their game plan, "Go wild and score."

Of course, Meng Fan wanted to go wild, but the students from the industrial design department wouldn't let him. It was lightweight to have two towering units guarding him, sometimes there were even three.

Of course, this was because they had thought the animation department's players were all average excluding Meng Fan. Even if there were three people left, they thought they could defend against four others.

Not to mention, as long as they blocked Meng Fan from making a shot, they already took the lead by ten points in the first half.

Only, they could prevent him from scoring normally, but it was impossible to prevent him from scoring completely. In the first half, Meng Fan only scored three points, but by the second half, he single-handedly sunk 27 points. At this point, the industrial design department's team had no hope left.

This scene continued into the finals the next day. They effortlessly defeated the sculpture department's team from the faculty of art history. They were powerless upon meeting the animation department.

The entire animation department was not strong, but no matter what, they couldn't prevent Meng Fan's scoring. If you forced yourself onto him, it would be a foul, and the iron brother wouldn't miss a penalty shot. If you don't foul him though, then it was impossible to predict where Meng Fan would take his next shot from.

It wasn't the first time Meng Fan had scored from half court. What could you do? It was demoralizing!

Just purely focus on attack?

Even then you can't catch up to his constant three-pointers. If you want to score three points and accidentally miss, the rebound still belongs to Meng Fan!

The animation department ended up taking the school's basketball championship. Nobody felt this was surprising or strange, because all the surprise and suspicion were focused on Meng Fan's record-breaking accomplishment.

He already broke a world record, so what's strange about him bringing a team to take down an average level team, it would be strange if he didn't win!

"You guys keep an eye on him!"

When the match ended, senior Ah Ning did not begin to celebrate before ordering everyone, "Don't let the iron bro slip off again! Tonight's celebration we will feast, wash our feet get a massage and go to KTV! It's our animation department's honor to take the championship. As your temporary coach, I am honored and very happy. Tonight, I must dress up and celebrate for you guys!"

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"Ding! Decision is unsuccessful. Failed to receive championship honor point."

Meng Fan had long gotten used to this.

It's not that Meng Fan was an unlucky person; on the contrary, he was rather lucky. He had received 1 honor points with just a 30% success rate. He wasn't the type of person who would only receive a point with a 50% chance. No matter how he looked at it, he was born with good fortune.

There was a 10% success rate bonus, so even if the decision failed, Meng Fan found this very acceptable.

Having said that, Meng Fan could also accept senior Ah Ning's wishes to celebrate that night. He had slipped away too often before, and couldn't leave again. Only, towards senior Ah Ning's desire to dress up—

"Goodbye!"

Meng Fan waved his hands and turned to leave.

Of course, all three floors were surrounded by people. Meng Fan couldn't run even if he wanted to unless he wore the hat.

Wear the hat?

Not yet.

He was only trying to leave as a joke.

Meng Fan couldn't crossdress himself, but it didn't mean he couldn't accept other people crossdressing. The Qing Dynasty was already dead; this was an era of freedom, including gender orientation, let alone what others wore.

Only senior Ah Ning looked too good in women's clothes. Some people were afraid they would fall in love with him.

Just like how many people were afraid that they couldn't help but bend their preferences!

Of course, senior Ah Ning was only joking. Crossdressing was his hobby, although he never cared about the judging eyes of others, he wasn't stubborn enough to the point to render others uncomfortable because of his hobbies.

If he wanted to perform he could do it at home. There was no way he'd wear it to wash his feet and get massaged.

And you might not even believe, senior Ah Ning was heterosexual.

As they headed for KTV after eating and washing their feet, senior Ah Ning brought along a very pretty girl, introducing her as his girlfriend. They were about to be engaged at the end of the year. The players in the box, as well as the cheerleading squad including Qu Jing Jing, were all shocked.

"Senior Ah Ning, you're straight?" The red-headed youth asked very straightforwardly.

Senior Ah Ning let out a laugh and said, "Have you heard of 'Liang Zhu'?"

The people in the room were stupefied. Who hadn't heard of it, but how was it related?𝐧𝑜𝐯𝔢𝑙𝑛𝖾xt.𝗰𝑶𝐌

As if performing a comedy sketch, senior Ah Ning said, "This is the story of a straight male, Liang Shan Bo, discovering he was heterosexual and committing suicide. It's very easy to bend, but life-threatening when trying to be straight. With such foresight, how can I dare take the risk?!"

The group was unable to wrap their minds around this. Then senior Ah Ning smiled and spoke, "Actually I've always been straight, I've never gone awry. Only, when you guys see me crossdress, you probably question my orientation. As for me, I feel no need to explain it to everyone."

He paused, took his girlfriend's hand and explained again, "Are you guys dumb?! Why do I crossdress? It's because women's clothes look good! From the bottom of my heart, I think girls' clothes look good, like ten thousand times nicer than men's clothes! You think I do it for guys to notice me? Its purely for my own enjoyment okay?! I almost hate myself for being a guy, so do you really think I'd like men?"

This logic was flawless!

Everyone rose and bowed.

After the episode, the atmosphere at the KTV started to rise.

Then senior Ah Ning's death metal voice rang out. It shocked everyone indeed as the group started approaching senior Ah Ning to play games and drink alcohol to prevent their ears from being broken by the mic, not allowing him to remain idle and grab the microphone.

Senior Ah Ning's girlfriend was an incredible singer too. The level of sweetness in her voice was proportional to her appearance. Everyone was intoxicated by her singing. Later, they discovered she had met with senior Ah Ning because of music. The two had even formed a group, one sweet voice, and a death metal voice. It was unimaginable!

The two started dating a long time after establishing their group. His girlfriend said she thought he didn't like girls at first but learned later…

The latter half of their time at the KTV spot, everyone realized there was someone else in the room that needed to be restrained. Meng Fan!

Meng Fan was originally a person who can open up pretty easily, but because his singing was very average—there was nobody in his family that could sing well anyways, including Meng Cai Wei—he was embarrassed to sing at the beginning. But after drinking some alcohol and being forced to sing "Sudden confidence", he ran out of self-control.

Hehe. The weakest singer at the KTV had become the mic hog!

What's a mic hog?

One kind of mic hog were people like senior Ah Ning's girlfriend, who was good at singing and can sing any song. The other kind was Meng Fan, who was a tyrant and refuses to let go of the microphone.

He would sing along to any song, and even if he didn't know the song he'd make up his own arrangement!

In comparison, senior Ah Ning's death metal singing only cost you an ear. But Meng Fan's voice would cost you your life!

The most terrible thing was that senior Ah Ning could be restrained, but Meng Fan was uncontrollable!

While he occupied the mic, he managed to sing eight songs. Meng Fan finally felt somewhat embarrassed, finished two more songs and handed the microphone over.

The moment he handed the mic over, a f*cking task was triggered!

"Ding! You've triggered the task [Mic Hog]."

"This mission requires 1000 songs to be sung at a KTV by hogging the mic."

"Upon completion, you will receive the title [Mic Hog] (singing skills 5, sound appeal 3)"

There was only one phase for the task, and when finished, he'd receive 1000 points.

There was also an equipment bar under the task, similar to the one from [Concert Killer]. A black magic microphone, with the exact same function.

There was also an attribute bonus: Singing skill 1, sound appeal 1.

It could be connected to any audio equipment, built-in vocal, remote control devices, and other functions.

"Iron brother, let's drink!"

The red-headed youth had a downcast look on his face when he saw Meng Fan hand-over the mic. Before he could reject, he quickly handed the mic to someone else and dragged Meng Fan to drink. Iron bro, your voice sounds like hot iron too, stop singing, please!

Meng Fan was a little dumbfounded too.

Before when he triggered the [Concert Killer] task, the key attribute to receiving the reward was based on his presence and his performance in front of the screen. Although singing skills were part of the rewards, it was not much, so he didn't care for it.

After all, that task was very difficult to complete. He had to screw around at a dozen or so concerts to complete it.

Relying on progress alone, the 1 singing skills would not help.

After all, their entire family did not have much vocal talent. Even Meng Cai Wei had taken vocal lessons for a period before giving up.

A 1 or 2 increase in singing skills did not make a difference.

Moreover, Meng Fan did not think he would dabble in music during his life. He'd be thankful if he could sing at KTV without being scorned.

Today, the [Mic Hog] task appeared.

This task was not difficult, and the attribute rewards were not low. Singing skills 5, plus the added bonus from the black magic mic; he could directly rise to the level of an adequate KTV singer! He wouldn't ever have to worry about singing Karaoke then.

Of course, what attracted Meng Fan to this task wasn't just the singing skills. After all, even if a KTV singer's skill level ended at karaoke, there was still the voice appeal!

Meng Fan had experienced the effects of smile appeal, so it was wrong to say he had no expectations towards the power of voice appeal!

Meng Fan wasn't interested in gaining these rewards to become a singer.

But he was very interested in becoming a voice actor from these rewards!

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Chapter 160: One Person Karaoke

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People have dreams, and a lot of them too.

Only, some people worked hard for their dreams, and others didn't. There were even more people who abandoned their dreams along the way.

Of course, dreams couldn't just be accomplished through hard work alone. No matter how hard they worked, it was still based on their physical conditions. Otherwise, dreams will always remain dreams.

Take Meng Fan, for example, he also has many dreams. Among these dreams, the only one that suited his condition was becoming a manga artist. It was what he'd always worked towards, and presently, his dream was upgraded to becoming a well-known manga artist.

In addition to becoming a manga artist, Meng Fan had another dream. That was to become a seiyuu or a voice actor. For this, he was willing to work hard.

If he wanted to become a seiyuu or a professional voice actor, there were a lot of requirements to be met. For example, the ability to express and understand texts coherently and perform it well. This performance ability includes skills in different voices, articulation of different voices, tones, rhythm, control of volume, as well as basic vocal skills and basic techniques, etc. and the ability to express emotion.

To this end, Meng Fan had trained specifically before and had bitterly practiced pronunciations. His mandarin was very standard after all.

—As for Pao bro; he was too sensitive. It really wasn't Meng Fan's mandarin.

To be honest, if Meng Fan wanted to become a voice actor, it was not difficult. As long as he was passable, it'd be difficult to not have work with Meng Cai Wei as his sister.

Only during the process of learning slowly, Meng Fan came to realize that he was not talented at all in this aspect.𝓝𝗈𝔳𝑬𝑙𝒏𝚎xt.𝓬𝗈𝓂

First, the texture of his voice was very average. It was only slightly better than a normal voice, not bad to listen to but not good either. Two, his emotional expression was very average as well. Although it could be improved through training, it would not go very far. Three, his vocal range and control were average as well. Even if he became a seiyuu in this lifetime, there would be a limited number of roles he could take on.

He could confirm it wasn't difficult to become a seiyuu, and he'd have plenty of voice acting opportunities too, but the chances of him becoming a good one was very low.

Of course, Meng Fan did not give up after this realization, only changing it from a dream to an interest. In the past, he had dubbed some videos of characters suitable for his voice on 8th Station.

As for the previous dream of dubbing for a famous manga artist's animation… It was a thought sealed in his heart.

Now that a task with 3 voice appeal has appeared, Meng Fan was suddenly tempted!

What did sound appeal mean?

A Seiyuu should undoubtedly be able to reflect the ability to vocally express emotions.

If a seiyuu could express the emotions of a role through their voice alone, then they were a great seiyuu.

Pitch, tone, sound quality, range, comprehension, coherence, expressiveness, etc. they all ultimately serve emotional expression!

If he became a seiyuu relying on natural talent, the most important thing was to have sound appeal!

Of course, if Meng Fan understood the skills required to sing, including basic skills like pitch, tone, sound quality, vocal range, etc. it also meant that increasing singing skill attributes would improve his basic skills. At the same time, it could be used in voice acting as well.

On the other hand, voice appeal was undoubtedly what all singers desire the most!

"Iron bro, what are you staring at, I'm dry."

When the red-headed youth saw Meng Fan's exasperated face without a microphone, he was worried. Worried that Meng Fan would keep singing.

And truthfully, what you're most afraid of usually ends up happening.

"Oh, that's great."

Meng Fan muttered a sentence then put down the alcohol. Almost too flexibly, he shifted his bum towards the team member currently holding the mic. Smiling slyly, Meng Fan reached over and took the mic.

"Who took my microphone…?"

The teammate who had just been singing "my microphone" was only one sentence before realizing the microphone in his hand was gone.

Meng Fan's hand speed was terrifying!

He stole the microphone over, Meng Fan speedily exchanged the black technology microphone and plugged it directly into the real one in his hand, then opened his throat and began to sing. "Don't worry about me, I still have my voice, yeah, yeah."

"What?"

Several people in the room were stunned. They lifted their heads to see Meng Fan singing, then paused again. Did his voice sound better than this time around?

He listened to a few more sentences, realizing his pitch was better than before. The biggest change was that his voice was more infectious, and since it was a fast and light song, his body unconsciously began moving along with the rhythm.

Of course, it only sounded better compared to before. It didn't actually sound good.

The black magic microphone came with its own attributes of 1 singing skill and 1 voice appeal. The changes brought on by 1 singing skill was not big, but in comparison, the sound appeal made a much larger difference.

After all, the former was only a scientific attribute, while the latter was metaphysical.

"Iron bro you were disgusting us on purpose just now!"

The group laughed and jested after seeing Meng Fan's singing skills no longer killed and left him alone. They just treated him as background music and began to drink and play their games.

Seeing nobody else asked him to drink or tried to steal his mic, Meng Fan entered a high mood as he pleasantly sang to himself.

It was actually quite enjoyable. After all, he didn't go to karaoke very often, and when he did he was usually the person in the corner munching on the fruit platter.

Of course, what mattered most was that his experience was steadily rising.

[Mic Hog] was triggered after Meng Fan hogged the microphone and sang ten songs. Those ten had counted in his experience.

When everyone was done singing and drinking and ready to leave, Meng Fan's experience was already at 35/1000. One song took three or four minutes, so it wasn't too slow; he could finish a dozen songs in an hour.

This was the reason why Meng Fan felt the task wasn't difficult.

He tried to cut the song right when the last line ended, and his experience continued to grow. In this case, he didn't have to wait for the full song to play. Counting down, each song really was less than three minutes, and he could fit 20 in one hour.

If he spent ten hours in a KTV, he could complete the task in five days.

Of course, this was just a thought. If he really implemented it, it wouldn't be so easy!

All else aside, a normal person could not sing for ten hours straight.

Moreover, Meng Fan had ignored a very important anticipation.

When everyone left the KTV, most of them were ready to head back to the school before the gates closed so they dispersed. There was no second round.

Arriving at the school gates, Meng Fan found an excuse and slipped off to another KTV near the school. He opened a room and continued brushing his experience.

However, after singing a song, followed by a few more songs, Meng Fan discovered that the experience bar wasn't moving.

Why couldn't it rise?

The basic premise of gaining experience was that someone else had to be present.

It makes sense. Singing KTV alone doesn't make you a mic hog, more like someone with late-stage autism!

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Chapter 161: There Are Always More Solutions Than Problems

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People had to be present!

And Meng Fan felt one person was not going to be enough.

Since a normal KTV room had at least two mics, he wouldn't be hogging any mics if there were only two people present.

So, he estimated that they need at least two more people.

This made Meng Fan's head swell.

If this premise didn't exist, he could do whatever he wanted to gain the experience.

With this, it was not so arbitrary.

Besides, it was kind of strange to be sitting in a KTV room all day.

Spending money and hiring some people?

That could work!

Any problem that could be solved with money was not a problem!

Meng Fan's mood brightened when he thought of this.

He pressed the service bell, and a waiter came in soon after.

Meng Fan asked him, "Hello, I want to ask if you guys have a service for accompaniment? I am a real singer. If you don't want to sing, you can just sit here and give me 666. Help me find two."

The waiter was stunned and immediately waved his hands. "Sorry sir, we are a regular KTV. We don't have that kind of service. If you don't need anything else, I'm going to leave now."

The waiter thought to himself. 'No wonder that person came to a KTV; he was planning this all along. It sounded pretty bullsh*t too, asking for two people up front. He didn't look like that kind of person. You really can't judge people by their looks.'

'666? You watch too many streams or play too many games!'

'And a "real singer?" Who are you kidding!'

Meng Fan almost laughed out loud!

He didn't go to a KTV often, so he had the vague impression that a KTV offered an accompaniment service. Of course, he wasn't a clueless child either. He knew that this business had another meaning, but he didn't think the original idea didn't exist!

This was like going to a massage parlor with an extended business only to find the original business didn't exist!

How were there no people to accompany a singer!

How was it not formal? How was singing accompaniment not formal!?

Did this mean he had to go to one of those places where those services were offered to find an accompaniment for when he sang?

Meng Fan imagined it and immediately shook his head. He probably wouldn't find a singing accompaniment if he went there either.

He would rather call his friends over!

Having said that, where could he find some serious company to watch him sing?

He was deep in thought when the waiter from before came in again. Very skeptically, he raised an eyebrow at Meng Fan and said, "Handsome, if you really want someone to accompany you sing, our KTV doesn't have that service. But I know a professional service that specializes in this…"

He then gestured a finger heart at Meng Fan… It was a lucrative business.

Meng Fan's head spun and smiled bitterly. "You don't believe me, but I'm really looking for singing accompaniment."

The waiter obviously did not believe him. "Are you afraid of the risks?"

How else could Meng Fan explain but reject his offer?

The waiter sighed, cursing Meng Fan for being psychotic and left without closing the door. 'I took the risk of being fired to provide you with these services, yet you rejected me just like that!?'

Meng Fan took his phone out and searched, "Where can I find Accompaniment for Singing?". Most of the results were similar to what the waiter implied. After searching for a long time, Meng Fan finally discovered some useful information. There were some APPs that offered dining accompaniment, chatting, gaming, movies, and KTV services. He came to the right place.

Following this information, Meng Fan found a few human rental apps. From them, he picked a few that seemed more reliable and proceeded to download, install, and then created an account.

Alright. There were almost too many good-looking boys and girls on this human rental app. One look and one can tell they were attractive. Meng Fan looked carefully. It was okay. They had to be attractive, and there were several that advertised for playing video games and voice chatting. The offline services, however, seemed to be feasible, at least from his evaluation this was the case.

Of course, Meng Fan had no requirements for their appearance. He even put male as well on his gender preference. That way, nobody would be worried about improper things.

He set a location and ordered.

It was already 11:00 now, so Meng Fan couldn't guarantee there would be people taking jobs. After all, the offline acceptance rates of these APPs were not high, let alone temporary orders.

He waited for ten minutes and checked it. If it didn't work, he could just try again tomorrow.

Meng Fan waited. He opened his Wechat and responded to a few messages; he then browsed his Wechat moments. Coincidentally, he browsed into a useful message.

"My mood is not good. Does somebody want to buy me a drink? If there's no one, then I'll ask around."

This message was from Da Fei.𝓝𝗈𝔳𝑬𝑙𝒏𝚎xt.𝓬𝗈𝓂

Meng Fan saw this and immediately gave Da Fei a call. The call went through. "Did you find someone? If not, then let's sing. There are lots of drinks here… Did you find someone? Come, let's sing! I'll send the address on Wechat."

Meng Fan hung up and sent the address to Da Fei then he stood up to close the door. The singing resonating from the next room was too shrill. From the voice, he could tell it was an uncle type. While bellowing the song "Burn my Calories", he was almost too passionate.

Hey!

Meng Fan closed the door halfway, and then he thought of a solution. A method that didn't require asking someone to accompany him to gain experience for [Mic Hog].

Meng Fan took out the black magic microphone and then opened the virtual interface. He quickly found some nearby devices to connect to and hooked up to the equipment next door.

Connection… successful.

Then he started to sing!

His voice wasn't loud, and he only sang a few songs, and the uncle in the other room did not even notice another voice had joined him.

He finished one song… Of course, because Meng Fan joined halfway, this song couldn't give him any experience.

The uncles' room immediately began the second song… It was still the calorie song, but two different people sang it. He couldn't help but admit that this song was very welcomed among middle-aged and elderly people!

When Meng Fan finished singing, his experience increased.

"Zhang bro, is our singing getting better? Hahahahaha, drink up!"

Meng Fan heard the uncle say that through the mic. He didn't realize he had felt good because Meng Fan sang along to the song.

Meng Fan heard this and couldn't help but laugh. Was this a singing fight?

They then cut the song once again back to this "calories" song… Were they this fond of it?

Thinking about it, Meng Fan closed the door to his room. He put on his hat and started to sing louder than before. Even through the door, Meng Fan could vaguely hear his own voice.

Then he sent the live aid out to see the uncles' reactions.

"Hey, your voice is pretty nice!"

"Huh? Drink drink…"

After seeing them, he could confirm that his voice was also affected by the hat. His presence was at max level, so these uncles could hear him, but they forgot about it immediately and continued doing what they were supposed to.

Meng Fan realized that this method was really feasible. It was just that this method had no other way of going about it.

He lowered his voice and took off his hat. After finishing this song and gaining experience, the microphone suddenly disconnected.

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Chapter 162: Two Side Effects, One Condition

Translator: Dragon Boat Translation Editor: Dragon Boat Translation

Da Fei ended up bringing Pao as well. They were about to eat skewers, but they rode a cab and went to Meng Fan instead.

They drove out for three minutes before Da Fei paused and asked, "Pao, weren't we going to eat skewers?"

Pao scratched his head. "Weren't we supposed to go singing?"

"I think someone asked me to come and sing…"

Da Fei paused for a long time before remembering Meng Fan. When he did, he let out a sigh. Then he began to doubt himself. Could it be that he overworked himself recently?

Soon, Da Fei and Pao arrived outside Meng Fan's room.

"You're by yourself?"

Da Fei and Pao were both surprised.

Meng Fan nodded and said very matter-of-factly, "That's why I called you guys."

Pao was even more straightforward. "How can you be more pitiful than Fei!?"

He thought about it. He decided against it. "Hey, where's your maid army?"

Meng Fan said heftily, "What would it look like when a man like me goes singing with a group of girls!?"

Pao paused for a long time. "Is it okay to say this kind of thing so boastfully?"

Da Fei looked like he understood. He tugged on Pao and said, "My budday must have been dumped! Remember that super pretty girl from last time? Can't you tell budday liked that girl? She probably rejected his confession… Men, they always have a way to lick their wounds."𝓝𝗈𝔳𝑬𝑙𝒏𝚎xt.𝓬𝗈𝓂

Pao agreed with Da Fei's speculations. "Makes sense. After all, you understand what it feels like to be dumped."

Da Fei suddenly went solemn. Why did he have to prod the parts that hurt? He sat down and began to drink.

"I just want to sing. What do you mean I'm heartbroken!?"

Meng Fan felt depressed listening to the two guys talk. From Pao's words, it seemed as Da Fei had just been dumped. He couldn't help but look towards Da Fei.

"It's okay. Fei bro is in a state of heartbreak all year round." Pao waved his hands, gesturing Meng Fan to leave it, and then he took out his phone. "Iron bro, how about I call some more people? One of you is heartbroken, the other says he's not, this group is too sullen!"

Meng Fan naturally did not object to this. As for him being heartbroken… Let it be misunderstood. What was important was to select songs on the side.

About ten minutes later, a group of girls sneaked in. Yes, a group of girls. They looked attractive as well, and Meng Fan counted six of them.

The girls all had blossoming smiles and said hi to Pao. They then nodded at Meng Fan and Da Fei, immediately warming up the crowd.

What was going on?

Meng Fan looked at Da Fei suspiciously. "Did Pao find these people?"

Although all of these girls seemed to be very easygoing and friendly, they definitely were not hired.

Based on Meng Fan's understanding of Pao and the pink hat guy, from a physical attraction perspective, Da Fei and the pink hat guy would crush Pao. Based on IQ and character, Da Fei and the pink hat guy also seemed to be more attractive to girls.

How the f*ck did Da Fei end up being the one in permanent heartbreak while Pao was surrounded by girls?

Meng Fan seemed to be going mad and lost his cognitive sense of direction because of what was happening.

Da Fei looked at Pao with a hint of envy then let out a long sigh. "Who knows! Maybe this is just life! Others are straightforward and girls immediately turn their faces, but Pao is straightforward, yet these girls think he is cute and manly!"

Meng Fan thought about it and asked, "Is it related to Pao's origins? A talented small pao?"

Da Fei smiled. Yeah right, Pao was still an unopened product! Several girls sent him invitations to do stuff, but they were all rejected by his righteous words. Maybe, just maybe, this was why girls were attracted to him. Either way, it was a mystery! As for Pao bro's nickname, it was given to him because every time he smoked a cigarette, he would stick the lighter in his mouth and threw away the cigarette.

"I've neglected you!"

Meng Fan took a shot with Pao and continued to sing.

To be honest, Meng Fan didn't think Pao could get six pretty ladies over. This was really… dragging his own task progress.

Although the task was at hand, Meng Fan couldn't just occupy the microphone for the entire day. The pretty girls wanted to sing too, so Meng Fan couldn't shamelessly continue his own concert. After all, the black magic microphone brought 1 singing skill and 1 voice appeal, which meant that his singing wasn't that bad. But on several occasions, the girls would want to sing by themselves, and Meng Fan couldn't hog the mic and not give it to them. Maybe he could take out a third microphone and join the crowd.

Of course, even if Meng Fan had the energy chews, he could continue drinking it to repair his throat. But he couldn't sing without taking a break.

It was just that the six girls didn't just want to drink and play games; they were mic hogs too!

"Budday."

Soon after the group of young ladies came in, Da Fei's mood completely turned from cloudy to sunny. He shuttled between them like a bee, and when he got tired, he landed near Meng Fan upon seeing him hand his mic to another girl.

He opened a bottle of wine for him and said, "I finally understand why you're heartbroken and single! There's so many pretty girls, yet you have your eyes set on the microphone. Are you dumb? Stop singing and come party with us! No matter how good your singing is and you attract some girls, shouldn't you give them a chance to understand you? Drink and chat, stop singing! Do you intend to express your feelings through your singing?"

He then sighed. "Hey, we are two symptoms of the same condition. We're both single dogs. I am too active, and you are too passive! Oh, sometimes I really don't understand girls. Do they like it when guys are passive or not?"

Meng Fan was too lazy to justify himself to Da Fei, but he did consider the last question very carefully. "Electric?" No, that's not right. "Automated?"

Da Fei paused for a long time. "Your thoughts are so profound. Why don't you have a girlfriend? Reflect on yourself!"

After finishing, he buzzed off like a busy bee once again.

He shuffled back and forth for a while and looked for a long time. Da Fei was stunned again. He realized the prettiest girl had been sitting next to Meng Fan, with no intent on moving.

The two were singing duets one after another, toasting from time to time. He was one hundred percent sure this girl was interested in Meng Fan!

Could singing really convey emotions and bring a man some girls too?

He tapped his head and thought about it carefully. 'How could this budday have such a charm; he has the maid army too!'

'Maybe he wasn't heartbroken after all and just wanted to sing?'

'Therefore, he wasn't single because he had been leftover, but he wants to stay in the single society?'

'This is bullying!'