My Extraordinary Achievements

by Stayrr

To reward Meng Fan for his bravery before his heroic death, the cosmos rewarded him with a ‘system’, sending him back in time to three months ago, alive.

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Chapter 65: Donations

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Five minutes and 48 seconds!

This was Meng Fan's pace during his crazy sprint for the finish line.

It was an incredible result and definitely the highest pace he had achieved to this day.

This, coupled with the high-intensity energy he had consumed for the last nine kilometers was a proud achievement—despite the two bottles of sports drink and four energy chews he had ingested.

The competitive state had squeezed out all of Meng Fan's existing physical strength.

Of course, even with this speed, Meng Fan did not meet the 60-minute mark.𝗇𝗈𝐯𝓮𝓛𝚗𝑒xt.𝗰𝑜𝐦

Ten kilometers took him 1 hour and 24 seconds!

This was Meng Fan's final result, which the people in the stream could also see.

"He was so close to running it under one hour. How unfortunate!"

"It really is, but he's incredible for real!"

"I was shocked when he finished a kilometer in six minutes, but I didn't think in the end he would be this strong!"

"As a frequent runner of half marathons, the distribution of Meng Fan's physical strength is at the level of an artist!"

"I didn't think Meng host to be such a persevering man!"

"Meng fatty running ten kilometers should consume two or three times the amount of physical energy of an ordinary person, right?"

"When you go from one sixty pounds to one seventy, even one-eighty, you will know how much worse your physical fitness is!"

"Speaking of which, can someone with a figure like Meng host withstand his intensive activity?"

One stone stirred up a thousand waves, causing the last person to become acknowledged to suddenly remember the dumbass commentator.

As they spoke, this dumbass commentator finally picked up the smartphone after picking up his small donkey. If he had been a few seconds later, his life would have been in danger.

Zhang Zhou Wei picked up the cell phone, not caring that the small donkey had been damaged by the railing. He cared even less about where the camera was pointed as he dashed towards Meng Fan.

After all, he was also worried about Meng Fan.

The people at the finish line were all observing Meng Fan as well. They wanted to get closer but were blocked by the four or five powerful gods' and their intense stares. To ensure the air circulation remained clear, as they basically considered Meng Fan a patient. It wasn't long before a medical team from the sponsors arrived.

Someone more than 200 pounds had run ten kilometers in 60 minutes and sprinted the final kilometer too!

Of course, the organizers had to worry!

A medical team had been on standby because they were worried about something happening, and the probability that Meng Fan would need medical attention was extremely great.

"Uhm, you guys, I want to lie down for a while."

Meng Fan was being walked along under the support of the four or five powerful gods. He had just begun to speak the truth, but his entire body was draped over the powerful gods. Thankfully, these gods were far stronger than the average person who probably wouldn't be able to move under the strain.

"No!"

The powerful gods refused in unison and stared at Meng Fan in surprise. His voice was still quite powerful for some reason, and his breathing seemed to be much smoother as well.

"Then can I try walking by myself?"

It was uncomfortable to be supported for far distances.

"Then you gotta be careful."

A masculine man looked at Meng Fan with kind eyes and cautioned before asking the others to release him. He didn't walk far though, as he stood near Meng Fan and watched, ready to catch the unstable Meng Fan at any time.

When the medical group saw that, they could only stand and wait for the time being, waiting for Meng Fan to smooth his gait before giving him a check-up.

As for the others, most of them had already started taking photos. It took two or three minutes for them to redirect their focus elsewhere.

The photographers from the film squad were also focused on Meng Fan.

The mini-marathon was still ongoing, and some people had just reached the end.

Two minutes later, Meng Fan began to stretch. The people watching from the side let out a sigh of relief.

'Thank god he's alright.'

"Bro, you're pretty badass!"

The kind-eyed god still insisted that the medical team give Meng Fan a simple blood pressure check. The results yielded showed everything was in a normal range, even in the normal range of an ordinary person, with no health problems caused by body weight. This alone was admirable, and once he shifted his attention to Meng Fan's results, the kind-eyed god couldn't help but turn to give Meng Fan a big thumbs up.

Only, his following words gave Meng Fan some discomfort. "When I was helping you up, I lifted a little but you've gotta weigh at least two hundred and thirty-seven pounds right?"

Meng Fan felt like he had hit a speed bump and quickly responded, "I stopped weighing myself after I hit one ninety-nine. I think I'm not at two hundred yet."

The god smiled, feeling he had pushed him too far. He smiled awkwardly and stopped pursuing the matter.

"Here."

Wu Tong handed Meng Fan a towel, waiting for him to wipe off the sweat. She then handed him a T-shirt of the same size. She had prepared two same-sized ones in advance for Meng Fan. "Put this on so you don't catch a cold."

The shirt Meng Fan had been wearing looked as if it had been fished out of the water. If he continued to wear it, it was very likely he would have caught a cold. It was quite uncomfortable being sticky and wet as well.

After Meng Fan had recovered, fellow runners began to approach him and ask for a photo.

Toward selfies, Meng Fan was already beyond familiar. After his physical strength had recovered, plus the five energy chews he had eaten which had soothed his fatigue, he was willing to smile. It looked good too and was very photogenic.

But no matter what he ate, it could not have covered the hollowed-out fatigue he felt from the ten-kilometer run.

The only thing that made Meng Fan regretful was that the [Group Photo Guru] task had already ended. There was no follow-up upgrade task, which was unfortunate for all the experience he was gaining.

But hey, he couldn't just reject people who wanted a photo with him just because there was no task requirement for it.

At least… At least when he took a selfie, he could still stick his thumbs up to gain some experience points.

"Fatty."

Zhang Zhou Wei finally squeezed through. He had already forgotten Meng Fan's request not to film his face, almost shoving the camera right into Meng Fan's head. "All the netizens in your channel want you to say a few words." He paused. Seeing Meng Fan stare at him, he reacted with a chuckle. "I filmed your face long ago, all your selfies showing your face got captured in the stream as well. Eh, your silhouette was already filmed. So what? Does it matter? Your face is on camera, too. No matter how you look at it, your face is more attractive than your behind."

Meng Fan accepted his fate. It was his own fault he had given such an important task to Zhang Zhou Wei. He should have given it to Xing Ta Ge upon hindsight.

Actually, showing his face was really no big deal. His body was so tired that he didn't have the strength to think about if he was nervous facing the camera or not.

"In the end, I can't escape the fate of relying on my face to eat."

Meng Fan repeated the words he had said before, teasing the audience. After a breath of relief, he continued, "The run was not bad. I'm very satisfied. I exceeded my own expectations, as it's much better than my usual score. Oh right, please don't try to run because you saw someone fat like me run ten kilometers. Running has to follow a strict pattern and progress slowly. I've ran several hundred kilometers already, plus my knees are much stronger than the average person, so don't imitate me."

He half-jokingly explained to them, then pretended to browse the gift record and said, "Holy, there are eighty thousand people online! Thanks so much, you guys."

"While I still have all your attention. I hope some netizens who also run can pay attention to the one-meter for one grain of rice charity event. I've seen all the gifts you sent, which I'll compile into an exact number in the back before going there to donate it. Thank you, XuJiaYusFiveStarStore. Thank you, NianXiuWalkedHowManyDays. Thank you… You guys did as you said, so I will keep my word as well."

The fickle netizens in the channel had seen the total income backstage. Among them, XuJiaYusFiveStarStore had donated 8 C spot halos; one more than he had originally promised.

There were also 5 other C spot halos from four other netizens, in addition to a large number of small gifts worth over 4 million golden gourds.

Together, it was worth more than 9.8 million golden gourds, or 9800 HXB.

"Let's make a whole number, 10,000."

Meng Fan walked up to the donation point. There was a box there and a QR code for charitable donations. After all, it was rare for people to bring cash, especially to a mini-marathon.

Wu Tong was standing at the donation point. Her good looks were apparent, allowing them to gain some more donations.

Meng Fan opened WeChat on his phone and scanned the QR code, confirming the charity account with Wu Tong and not stuck on some sneaky thief. He then transferred the 10,000 HXB.

"Here's your receipt for your proof of donation… This is a lot!"

Wu Tong was appalled at the amount.

The donations weren't the main focus of this event. It was only a side event, so people usually only donated a little as they finished their run. Most of the donations consisted of tens or hundreds of dollars, but Meng Fan had silenced all that with his upfront ten thousand.

The fickle netizens were shocked as well. They weren't shocked that Meng Fan had really been willing to donate all the income, but technically, the host's income was to be cut in half!

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Chapter 66: All The Same

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"He really donated it!"

"Donating ten thousand HXB just like that? How rich is this host?"

"That's badass!"

"The ten thousand was pieced together too!"𝗇𝗈𝐯𝓮𝓛𝚗𝑒xt.𝗰𝑜𝐦

"The main point is that the host only receives half the income. Meng host donated five thousand from his own pocket!"

"Is this host forgetting that his income will be halved, or did he intentionally plan to donate ten thousand?"

"I thought donating five thousand would have been generous; this is so unexpected!"

"Is his brain lacking oxygen from all the running?"

"Is the host a tycoon? I've been watching his streams for a few days now. Don't even mention asking for gifts; he doesn't even say thanks to the gifts from the netizens; if he wasn't a tycoon, how could he do this?"

"Let's not talk about him being a tycoon or not. Did you guys not see the pretty girl? Meng host has to bluff a bit; don't you understand!?"

"When I watched the host stream his morning run, the young lady was present too. He's obviously after her!"

"This pretty girl is really good looking. Plus, her figure is amazing too! If the host can get her, then he would be a winner amongst all fat people!"

"That is our academy's Chinese painting department's goddess. If he actually got her, then he'd be a myth! Meng fatty add oil!"

Zhang Zhou Wei took Meng Fan's phone and repeatedly confirmed the donated amount. He had really donated ten thousand instead of five thousand. He then quietly whispered to Meng Fan, "Fatty, the gift amount is nine thousand and eight hundred, but you only receive half the income; five thousand."

Although he knew Meng fan's family background was pretty good, Zhang Zhou Wei was still worried that Meng Fan had forgotten that his income would be halved and generously donated the money.

"I know."

Of course, Meng Fan knew. The number of gifts he received had been displayed on his virtual interface before he even saw his phone. In such a long duration, even if his brain had been depleted of oxygen, he wouldn't forget such an important matter.

"That 5000 was from the fickle netizens; the other five thousand is from me." He thought about it and added, "I've been making some good money doing illustrations for those god tiered authors."

This sentence was for Wu Tong to hear. He couldn't have her believing he was someone who would happily spend his family's money.

It was important for Wu Tong to know that he could earn as well as spend and was a charitable and caring person just like she was.

Yes, that was very important.

Sometimes, Meng Fan's emotional intelligence was at the same level as his IQ, even allowing him to be a bit scheming.

Of course, regarding donations, Meng Fan was able to increase his experience for the task [Wealth Distribution Cherub].

This achievement task was divided into four phases, requiring 10,000, 100,000, 500,000 and 1,000,000. The rewards were also separated into tiers of 10, 100, 500, and 1000 points. There were no additional attribute rewards.

However, the title provided a very powerful attribute to Meng Fan—Luck 1.

In the past, Meng Fan wouldn't have believed the validity of the metaphysical attributes of "luck". After experiencing the blessings and curses of the "validation" attribute, Meng Fan was beyond convinced by these metaphysical attributes.

1 luck didn't sound like a lot, but who could determine if his actual luck value was even above 1!

So, in the case of a donation, Meng Fan didn't hesitate to donate five thousand HXB along with the 5000 from the gifts.

One million… He would reach it someday!

In addition, 10 points for 10,000 HXB wouldn't count as too much of a loss.

When he was donating the ten thousand, the alert went off in Meng Fan's mind, signaling the completion of [Wealth Distribution Cherub] phase 1, earning 10 achievement points as a reward.

Now he was at 503 points.

After explaining himself to Zhang Zhou Wei, he turned to look at Wu Tong. He smiled, confirming the amount of his donation was correct.

Wu Tong followed Meng Fan's stream, so she knew that he had received a considerable amount of gifts. She also knew she had been doing illustrations for a few famous novels, so he really was capable of making money. Only, she was still surprised that he was generous enough to donate ten thousand HXB in one go.

"You're… Incredible!"

After whispering this to Meng Fan, she noticed the sweat on his face and handed him some tissues. She then said very sweetly, "Thank you for your kind donation!"

Shen then asked the employees for a certificate for his donation.

The staff from the sponsoring party on the side, along with the powerful goddess who had helped Meng Fan also gave him a friendly and respectful smile.

"Tong Tong!"

A guy's voice rang out, suddenly making Meng Fan raise his awareness. He was searching for the voice as he was wiping his sweat.

This was… that guy from the other night, Hu something Meng?

He seemed to be some famous figure from the academy.

Meng Fan remembered having an enjoyable conversation with Wu Tong not long after they met, when this guy appeared. She had left right away, looking upset.

This also might have been his first time hearing Wu Tong's name from this guy's mouth. At that time, he still called her Wu Tong, but today it changed to Tong Tong. This made Meng Fan's heart sink.

He looked again, noticing Wu Tong's face looked even more sour than that night; the disgust glowering in her eyes. This made Meng Fan's sunkey heart suddenly flutter again.

This Hu Something Meng stomped over arrogantly as if he had just declared to everyone that Wu Tong was his territory. He looked at Wu Tong with gentle eyes, but he did not have the chance to speak when he heard Wu Tong spoke to him with a sullen expression, "Student Hu Ting Song, I've told you many times; you can just call me Wu Tong."

Wu Tong was disgusted by Hu Ting Song's nickname for her.

"So it's not Meng, it's Cong."

After knowing Hu Ting Song's full name, Meng Fan couldn't help but tease.

Hu Ting Song smiled at Wu Tong's words. His expression unchanging, not picking up the hit. "The traffic jammed on the way here, but at least I made it. I'm not good at long-distance running, so I can only come here to donate and support you."

After his speech, he pulled out a wad of cash from his bag and handed it to the employee, specifically mentioning the amount of three thousand.

"Thank you for your charity, but the money isn't for me."

Wu Tong had always been abhorred by Hu Ting Song's self-righteous way of doing things. This time was no exception, but she still forced herself to suppress her expression and return to normal. Public charity events were a good thing, and she didn't want to start any incidents.

"It's all the same, all the same."

Hu Ting Song smiled and waved his hand, then turned around before noticing Meng Fan had been watching him. "You're the guy who did the 'thumbs up' dance, right?"

With Meng Fan's 'presence', Hu Ting Song had noticed him long ago. He also knew long ago that Meng Fan would often run with Wu Tong in the morning; It was just that he didn't care about the likes of a fatty like Meng Fan. It was not like Wu Tong would ever like him!

But now, after seeing Meng Fan at the mini marathon event and seeing Wu Tong kindly handing him a tissue, Hu Ting Song felt a hint of threat.

Although it was just a little bit, Hu Ting Song felt like he needed to take advantage of the donation and put Meng Fan in his place, demonstrating how righteous he was.

He deliberately looked up and down at Meng Fan's figure and said, "Buddy, you seem to be pretty good. You donated a bit too, right?"

Meng Fan chuckled and responded. "Yeah, I donated a bit, but I can't compare to you."

Meng Fan had decided from Wu Tong's disgusted glares and Hu Ting Song's brainless actions that he had no interest in dealing with the likes of him.

Hu Ting Song said loudly, "As long as charity is involved, more or fewer donations are all the same."

Meng Fan gave him a big thumbs up. "You're right."

Then he quickly yanked Zhang Zhou Wei, who was just about to speak. At the same time, giving all the employees and running gods a look while shaking his head, warning them not to talk.

Some people did not deserve to know the truth.

If they were to find out, let it be later.

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Chapter 67: As Long as You Know

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After finishing the mini-marathon and giving donations, Meng Fan noticed that the infamous guy who had suddenly appeared calling Wu Tong endearing names posed no threat, so he smiled and gestured a farewell before leaving.

Hu Ting Song watched Meng Fan leave, feeling a little prideful. At least this fatty knew a match when he saw one.

He then saw the employees looking at him differently, realizing he had achieved his purpose. He was so handsome, with such good grades, from such a good family background with such a generous heart. Coupled with a relationship between Wu Tong and his uncle. She would be his eventually!

"You keep being busy. I'm gonna head back."𝗇𝗈𝐯𝓮𝓛𝚗𝑒xt.𝗰𝑜𝐦

He had achieved his goal. Hu Ting Song waved arrogantly and turned away, not even waiting for the donation certificate. How generous indeed.

"The fool stomped over and only donated three thousand, but he's still so haughty."

The gentle-eyed god waited for Hu Ting Song to leave before saying something to Wu Tong in a big sister tone, "This dumbass is nowhere near as good as that chubby bro. His looks are alright, but he has a terrible temperament; I could tell at first glance; he's the type to take things out on his wife if his marriage went awry. His brand name clothes are not fake, but they are all discounted out of season pieces. His family background is probably alright. But that belt buckle… It's almost too lowly. And those nails, oh my god, I can't stand men who grow out their pinky nails…"

A female god next to Wu Tong smiled. "You god, you are really ignorant about what women want. Your standards are good, but all the men who reach your standard don't like women okay. You can find one, but we can't!"

The gentle god, originally named Xu Jun Nuo, who had later disassembled his name into the characters Cao You, smiled happily. "Yeah, my standard of men wouldn't like a girl like you. They all say exercise is the best form of skincare, but there is a prerequisite; you can't be lacking with all the sprays and creams you're supposed to wear…"

Wu Tong listened to the You God talk about the latest sunscreen he had acquired while listening to the issue on hand. She rather liked the atmosphere of the running circle.

"Fatty."

Zhang Zhou Wei held his phone as he caught up. After walking for a while, he awkwardly smiled and gestured to the phone. "Uh, just now, everything was recorded on the stream. Your fickle netizens seem to be a bit… excited."

Zhang Zhou Wei didn't have a chance to return Meng Fan's phone to him after confirming the donation amount, so he had filmed everything that had happened with Hu Ting Song.

In movies and novels, these kinds of idiotic situations happened all the time but not often in reality!

To the fickle netizens in the stream channel, Zhang Zhou Wei's action had been standard vanity seeking routine!

Hu Ting Song had donated three thousand HXB to show off in vain, and the dumbass had arrogantly asked Meng Fan how much he donated, saying 'more or fewer donations are the same', hahaha.

Haha yourself you dumbass. Meng Fan had donated three times as much as you!

Unfortunately, the dumbass host was not vigilant, passing up such a good opportunity to clap back!

What were you thinking, bro? You couldn't be low-key when pursuing girls!

Take out your donation voucher and slap him with it!

A love rival's face was already beneath your size 45 shoe soles, yet at this moment you didn't step on him and choose to play compassionate?!

Of course, there were different opinions. Some believed Meng Fan had already posed and acted out in vain, only the latter was an afterthought, waiting for Hu Ting Song to feel the pain for a long time once he realized. As for the posing part, it was mostly introverted.

When a love rival is chasing your girl, the girl herself should be aware of it too. She could see the highs and lows, not speaking of what she sees to test if it's broken.

All in all, because of Hu Ting Song's sudden intrusion, the stream channel blew up into a frenzy. The live comments all spoke of posing and acting out in vain as if a group of internet authors was hosting a seminar on vanity.

"You streamed it all?"

Meng Fan paused for a moment and accepted the phone Zhang Zhou Wei had passed back to him. He didn't have time to look at the virtual interface in his mind, so he looked at the live comments, not knowing what to say.

But Zhang Zhou Wei spoke up, "The netizens want you to say a few words."

"Yes, say a few words!"

"We want to know what the host is thinking!"

"And how you're so f*king humble!"

When the fickle netizens heard Zhang Zhou Wei's words and remembering his help in recording the incredible scene go down, they had mostly forgotten about Zhang Zhou Wei dropping the phone.

"What do you mean what I think?" Meng Fan thought that since there were over eighty thousand people online, he should try to promote more positive energy. "It doesn't matter what kind of intentions they held when they came to donate. In the end, they still gave the donation. Don't look at the face value but rather the money value I guess. We should give him a way out."

"It doesn't matter if he looks down on me or steps on my face; those are all trivial matters. He didn't succeed in stepping on me, nor did he succeed in posing. The people watching knew. You guys knew, and that's enough. Who cares if he doesn't know? Can't someone spend three thousand dollars to please themselves? If we investigated everything so clearly, then it would be boring!"

Meng Fan originally wanted to ask the colleagues from the academy who watched the stream to not spread this, but he felt a little fake. It didn't align with the topic of positive energy, so he let it go.

Besides, he really had no beef with Hu Ting Song. In addition to his demeanor netting him almost zero chances of getting Wu Tong, there really was no need to lose it with him.

After so many days of interactions, Meng Fan couldn't confirm anything else, but he could guarantee that Wu Tong was not interested in guys like Hu Ting Song. No matter how one looked at it, Wu Tong was someone who had eighteen older brothers and thirteen younger ones; all of whom were very good to her. Not just any man could catch her eye.

"So, the stream will end here."

Meng Fan pointed the camera at himself, revealing a smile. He waved and said, "I won't be going to Song Cheng this afternoon. Gonna try to get some sleep. Hopefully, I'll be streaming again at the studio tonight."

Offline.

He looked at the data. Currently, there were eighty-seven thousand people online, while his total viewers including the people at the event whose heads he turned tallied to 300,000!

[Famous Streamer] Task phase three: 720,000/1,000,000.

UP level has raised to 20.

[Wealth Distribution Cherub] had also entered task phase 2. Presently, he had distributed 13,000 HXB, only 10,000 HXB away from completing task phase 2.

"Well, you appeared at the f*cking right time."

Zhang Zhou Wei saw Xing Ta Ge pulling up in his car and couldn't help but curse at him. Nobody knew how difficult it had been to ride the 'small donkey' bike Wu Tong had borrowed for him.

"You think you're hot sh*t!"

Xing Ta Ge ignored Zhang Zhou Wei, giving Meng Fan a fist bump. He had watched the entire stream on his phone, and aside from feeling admiration towards Meng Fan, he felt even more admiration. "Heading back? Or do you want to eat first?"

"Of course, let's head back."

If he didn't shower, Meng Fan would go insane.

"Then let's go."

Xing Ta Ge opened the car door, and upon seeing Zhang Zhou Wei step in, he blocked him immediately. He smiled and pointed towards the railing. "You haven't handled your traffic accident yet. Are you trying to escape?"

"F*ck that traffic accident. The railing is fine. The bike is fine. Only I'm damaged. I'm settling it with myself. Is that not okay?!"

"You should at least return the small donkey then."

Bam! Xing Ta Ge slammed the car door and started the engine, taking off and leaving a trail of dust and Zhang Zhou Wei to ponder under the blazing sun.

He still had to ride ten kilometers to return it!

Why the hell did I come to see the crowd!

What now?

It is life!

He returned to the small donkey and got on. While looking at the battery power, Zhang Zhou Wei was not sure if it was enough to return to the Huang Long gymnasium.

"Student Wu Tong."

Zhang Zhou Wei held a glimmer of hope as he approached Wu Tong, pointing to the small donkey. "The bike…"

"Oh, the bike! Just ride it to the gymnasium and hand it to the gatekeeper, Grandpa Sun." Wu Tong added another question. "Did Meng Fan go back already? Tell him to shower quickly, or else he will catch a cold."

Are they all monsters?

Nobody cares about me!

Zhang Zhou Wei bore his gut full of grievances and called Wang Ya Nan for some consolation. She answered immediately.

"I'm in the library."

With that, she hung up.

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Chapter 68: Taking an Unpaid Job

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Under competitive circumstances, the ten-kilometer run had consumed a large amount of physical energy. Even though Meng Fan had consumed four or five energy chews before and after the process, it was difficult for it to recover fully, not to mention the labor it involved.

Therefore, once Meng Fan returned to the dorm and showered, he could not get out of bed once he laid down.

"Still didn't eat yet? Are you waiting for me?"

Zhang Zhou Wei, still bearing a gut full of grief and anger, returned to the dorm. Seeing the unopened takeout containers from the waterfront campus restaurant sitting on the table, he felt touched, melting away half of his anger and grief.

When Xing Ta Ge saw Zhang Zhou Wei whose head had been suffocated to the point of growing ticks from his helmet, and then looked at himself who had been enjoying the A/C in a car during the entire process, he didn't have the heart to trigger him more by telling him that the food was actually Meng Fan's. He had bought take out for himself and fell asleep before eating it. Xing Ta Ge forced a small nod and responded, "Meng Fan said to wait until you're back to eat it, but he waited and waited and fell asleep."

After that, he continued to read 'Dong Xuan Zi'. The book had emphasized adjusting a bedroom's atmosphere using Qi Gong, which Xing Ta Ge thought to be bullsh*t, but the descriptions of the postures and methods still made him believe that these ancestors knew how to have a good time.

In 'Dong Xuan Zi', the "nine shapes" and "six potentials" combine "ten fixes" and "eight movements" from 'He Yin Yang', the "Eight ways" from 'The World of Tao', the tension and pitch from the 'Su Nu scripture', and the eight events from 'Before The Inflection'. Xing Ta Ge could basically imagine the richness and diversity that was imbued in the night lives of his ancestors during ancient times.

Listen to the names of these poses; backflip butterfly, backward flying dragonfly, cockroach pine, lintan bamboo, flying seagull, wild horse leap, white tiger tassel, floating silkworm… So elegant!

Newly learned postures must be practiced.

When Xing Ta Ge saw Meng Fan refuse to wake up, he helped Zhang Zhou Wei finish the food and headed out to go on a date.

Zhang Zhou Wei was also quickly drawn out of the dorm to the library by Wang Ya Nan. Postgraduate exams had been forced onto his agenda.

Buzz buzz buzz.

Meng Fan woke to the sound of his phone. It was a call from the witch Qin Jiao, so he answered it immediately.

"Xiao Ti's new novel's illustrated version is on the market, and a copy has been sent to you. Come grab it now, it's in my office."

Qin Jiao said and hung up.

Meng Fan rubbed his eyes and looked at the time. It was almost five o'clock.

He didn't know if it had been his depleted physical energy that had given himself a reason to sleep until the sun was down.

Time to get up.

Five minutes later, Meng Fan left the dorm with his drawing tube in tow.

Along the way, all the unfamiliar students and teachers that he ran into had turned to Meng Fan and gave him a big thumbs up.𝗇𝗈𝐯𝓮𝓛𝚗𝑒xt.𝗰𝑜𝐦

This was… returning all the thumbs up he had given to them before?

Apparently not.

Some people who recognized him not only gave him a thumbs up but also chided along the lines of 'Wow! You can actually run a mini-marathon. How impressive'.

At least it let Meng Fan know the reason behind the thumbs up. After all, his validation was there, and there were viewers from the school that watched his stream. Most of the school had also known about his mini-marathon.

"Five volumes, all autographed."

She pointed at the books on her desk and then at the chair across from it, indicating for Meng Fan to sit. "Let's hear it. What's up with you lately?"

"What do you mean?"

There were no other professors in the office, but Meng Fan was still cautious.

"Streaming, running, thumbs up dances, catching thieves, and your increased drawing skill." Qin Jiao gave Meng Fan the 'I've seen through you' look. "When you're streaming, your drawing skills have increased a lot, but the speed at which it's going up is a bit too fast… I took your one-month duration and compared it back and forth and found a few problems."

"God took pity on me and gave me a legendary exterior shell; letting me stream, run, dance, catch thieves, and then rewarded me by increasing my drawing skill." Meng Fan threw out his standard response, at the same time giving Qin Jiao a questionable look.

'How are you this bored?'

"You're not gonna tell me the truth?"

If she actually believed him, then she would be a ghost. She smiled. "It's fine if you don't want to tell me. I'll tell your sister about you trying to pursue Wu Tong. She will definitely be very happy and will give you nonstop advice and pointers. Oh right, I think I have Wu Tong's photo as well, I'll send it over to professor. She's so pretty, professor will like her for sure."

"Who says I like Wu Tong!?"

Meng Fan wouldn't admit even if it killed him. If his sister and his mom found out, he would have to turn off his phone for the next few days and maybe even pretend to lose contact.

"You don't?" Qin Jiao smiled. "Then I'm going to tell this to them anyway, and they can decide if it's their business that you're chasing Wu Tong or not."

"Professor, if you do this, you will lose a motivated student with good grades!" Meng Fan regretted fearing the smog and not going to The Central Academy of Fine arts instead, but Qin Jiao's existence was way more dangerous than some smog.

"Okay, what do you want me to do!?"

Meng Fan knew that Qin Jiao must be surprised knowing all this information and not being able to tell his mom and his sister.

At this time, hehe… his stomach gurgled in protest.

"Hungry?"

Qin Jiao, who was just about to speak, almost laughed out loud. She stood up and said, "I'm hungry too. Let's find somewhere to eat and talk."

"Let's agree first. Don't invite me out and make me pay like last time!"

"Does a hero who donates ten thousand dollars so easily have to be so stingy towards his professor?"

"Yes, he does!"

Meng Fan called Zhang Zhou Wei over to pick up his books. Zhang Zhou Wei was ready to leave the library to take a breath from Wang Ya Nan's pressure and gladly ran over. Seeing it was Xiao Ti's new book and autographed, he immediately broke into a smile. If Qin Jiao hadn't been nearby, he would have jumped Meng Fan and hugged him for a while.

"It's still about the historical costuming."

They went to the waterfront restaurant outside of the campus and sat down, ordering their dishes. Qin Jiao began to talk about business. "I have a student from before who's recently preparing to produce a manga. She needs a large number of ancient costume samples. They don't need to be very sophisticated or historically accurate, as long as it's before the Ming dynasty and aligns with the traditional aesthetic of China. Yesterday, she asked me to chat, and when this came up, I thought of you. You're familiar with this stuff, plus you're fast."

He should be thanking Qin Jiao for this, but why did he still feel like she was 'threatening' him?

"And?"

Qin Jiao gave Meng Fan a bottle of iced cola and smiled. "And, she will pay you the art supply cost at most."

Meng Fan froze for a moment. "Free labor?!"

"She's asking for a lot, and the required drawings are very demanding of the artist of their profession. Plus, she has certain requirements for drawing skills." Qin Jiao handed a straw to Meng Fan and continued, "In our academy, you're the only person who is most familiar with this aspect. Plus, I showed her your homework assignment from last time, and she really liked it. She wants to pay you based on these standards. Since you're already illustrating for Xiao Ti, your price is already set high. She really can't afford it."

"Am I this badass already? You can't think about trapping me to do free labor." Meng Fan took a sip of the iced cola, feeling pleasant in his heart.

"Why would I trick you!? I just want to direct your graduation thesis towards this aspect and organize it in advance. By then you just need to arrange a graduating exhibition." Qin Jiao continued, "Just treat it like you're doing your big sister a favor. Of course, she says she will thank you in the future."

Meng Fan couldn't eat this kind of treatment, but he was still curious. "What does this person have to do with you? You even pulled out the 'big sister' card."

"Just between teacher and student, but we have a good relationship, just like me and Wang Ya Nan and the other girls. If Wang Ya Nan asked us to help, I'd have to help her out; don't you think?"

Qin Jiao had always treated the students she favored with the utmost focus, always willing to give them opportunities. She was also eager to help them create opportunities and help them solve problems or find other people to help solve their problems.

"You speak of it so lightly, but the person who gets trolled ends up being another student."

Meng Fan knew how much attention Qin Jiao gave to the students she helped. He had been one of them after all. Even if he disregarded their special relationship, he knew that Qin Jiao would help him as well. He only just wanted to diss her a bit. Seeing Qin Jiao half angry and half pleading, he immediately surrendered. "I'll do it. I'll draw it."

Ding!

An alert sounded in his 'mind', signaling that he had unlocked a new task.

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Chapter 69: Manga Artist

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"Ding! You've unlocked the task [Manga Artist]."

"Task requires publishing an installment of a series of manga novels and publish a single volume."

"Upon completion, you will receive the title [Manga Artist] (Drawing skills 3, design 3, scriptwriting 3.)"

There was only one phase for this task and finishing it would reward him 100 points.

Possessing a manga novel series and publishing one volume was enough to retain the title of a manga artist.

The title also came with three additional attributes.

Drawing skills, including the basic foundations and techniques, had been learned by Meng Fan after receiving the drawing skill attributes. Moreover, this drawing technique bonus didn't just include animation techniques, but other types as well. Only Meng Fan's current jobs were all related to manga.

Drawing skills would give him the abilities of a well-rounded artist.

The design included character design, environment design, stylizing, and more.

Screenwriting included dramas, adaptations, plot designs, segmentations and so on.

From the description, it was the full set of skills needed to produce a series of manga novels.

Meng Fan understood that the success of a manga would be inseparable from these three attributes. If he could attain these add-ons, it would be incredible. These attributes were also what every animation and manga student dreamed of.

If there was another related attribute that was more refined that came later, then it would be even more perfect.

Meng Fan had chosen to study drawing, specifically animation as his major. Obviously, he didn't want to just be an illustrator to get by. His ultimate goal was to become an anime practitioner.

He wanted to partake in the production of animations, as well as creating his own manga. These were all within Meng Fan's scope of pursuit.

He began to design his first manga early on already. In high school, the results had come to an eventual end. Meng Fan became in awe of manga creating.

Since he began college, Meng Fan did not give up his dream of creating a manga, only he never thought about it or tried to start one. He needed more power to prepare for the day his drawing abilities and his scriptwriting skills were at a satisfactory level. His specific field-based research had been enough to support at least half of the manga… So once he felt that everything was up to par and the timing was right, he would then begin the process of creating a manga.

After being reincarnated, because of the rewards the task [Illustrator] had netted, Meng Fan was very clear as to where his current drawing skills stood. Presently, Meng Fan's skills could certainly support the production of a manga, his drawing techniques, in particular, were enough to exceed half of the professional manga artists out there.

As for design, he was always been a leader in this aspect.

Those things, coupled with his hand speed, could mostly solve the two important factors of efficiency and perseverance.

Although [Illustrator] had awarded him with imagination, Meng Fan felt that what he lacked most was scriptwriting. This was the most important ability, far more important than drawing skills.

Now that there was an achievement task that could increase his scriptwriting skills, he was not prepared to begin a manga. Should he still go for it?

Of course!

To Meng Fan, it was a simple task.

One, it wasn't hard to create a series. Nowadays, Hua Xia's manga network was vast and made it easy for anyone who wanted to upload their manga series. Even if the system didn't recognize an online series, Meng Fan had a way of finding a manga network to officiate his series. The System couldn't have requirements for manga publishing studios right.

Two, it was also not difficult to issue a single volume. Finding a serialized website or a publishing house to help Meng Fan with the publication would be quite difficult, but worst case Meng Fan could pay to publish it himself. The system probably didn't require someone else to pay right? And he couldn't be too picky when it came to publishing platforms… right?

After publishing, he could probably kiss the idea of selling it goodbye. He could just give it out.

In the end, it was not difficult to produce a manga with his current drawing skills and imagination. It wasn't hard to create one, but its quality was a different topic.

The only thing that Meng Fan did not understand was how he had triggered the task. What was the trigger mechanism of the System?

If Meng Fan or Qin Jiao suggested the idea of creating a manga could trigger the task, then that would be understandable. But this was somebody else's business.

Was it because they mentioned creating a manga? But that doesn't make sense. Mr. Ma's professional class mentioned manga creation at least five times in each lecture, yet it did not trigger a task.

Or was it because the system heard that someone else wanted to create a manga and decided it was time Meng Fan made one too and tossed him a mission?

"What's wrong with you?" Qin Jiao noticed Meng Fan's sour look after agreeing.

"I'm not happy. What else could be wrong?"

After the task was triggered, Meng Fan's heart was prancing with joy, but he couldn't say so. He pretended to dissolve his grief and anger into an appetite, making Qin Jiao speechless.

Qin Jiao was powerless as well. "If you eat like this, nevermind ten kilometers, you won't lose any weight even if you run twenty kilometers a day!"

"I do run twenty kilometers a day, but it's the first time you're actually paying for a meal you invited me to!" Meng Fan continued to scarf down the food on the table.

"You're hopeless! Fine, eat as much as you can!"

"Where are you going?"

"The bathroom. What, are you scared I'm going to run?"

"Yes!"

"Then why don't you come along?"

…

It was 9 in the evening, and Ah Feng and Cai had just left the dormitory building to pull an all-nighter at the internet cafe. They hadn't walked far when they were stopped by someone.

"Young master Hu!"

The two shouted out a name that disgusted them but had sounded sweet to Hu Ting Song. They smiled and approached him, asking, "Do you need something from us?"

Hu Ting Song had a solemn expression as he pulled out a handful of cash. "Help me teach someone a lesson. Here's two thousand HXB for you guys to buy a smoke, as long as you don't use a knife I can help you cover it up."

The two smiled, insulting him in their minds.

'If you want us to teach someone a lesson, then we'll teach someone a lesson. Who uses a knife for that? We're not dumbasses.'

They took the money. "Who did our big brother dirty? One word from you is enough!"

Hu Ting Song bit his teeth and forced out two words. "Meng Fan."

"Who? That fat ass from the animation department?"

Ah Feng stuffed the money he had just received back into the hands of Hu Ting Song. His face turned bitter. "Young master Hu, anyone else would be fine, but him, we really can't!"

They both remembered the night they had run into Meng Fan when they were 'helping' Zhao Chang Gui straighten out Chen Da Qiang. The two wanted to cry at the thought. That feeling of being suppressed by one hand and the pain that followed at any point could not be understood by most people!

They thought about it again and understood why Hu Ting Song was so desperately looking for trouble. It seemed that the victim from the story of "Three thousand is more badass than ten thousand" on campus had been the guy standing in front of them!

Yes, this iron hero could f*cking run ten kilometers. Was that not terrifying!?

Hu Ting Song creased his brows. "You guys are still afraid of him?"

The two nodded in admittance. Cai thought for a moment. "How about, you think about some other ways to deal with him?"𝗇𝗈𝐯𝓮𝓛𝚗𝑒xt.𝗰𝑜𝐦

…

Meng Fan still followed his original plan for the evening stream. There were no more novel illustrations, so he decided to draw some mecha. It was just that he had interacted only with Hua Xia's historical culture growing up. Since he also enjoyed it too, the 'mecha' gear had been heavily influenced by ancient Hua Xia history toward the direction of armor.

It was cool to engrave a Gundam with inscriptions of traditional thunderclouds and weavings. It was also convenient to add a yin yang based formation on a transformer!

Meng Fan ended the stream at nine o'clock sharp and continued to ponder his manga job in the studio.

As he thought about it, he took out his phone once again and began to sort through the ideas and inspirations he had collected over the years.

As he sorted through them, Meng Fan discovered he had actually made quite a lot of preparations to create his own manga.

If anything, just the research alone was enough to support a historical type manga's character, style, and environment design.

And Meng Fan believed it was possible to begin from this aspect.

Although the achievement task of [Manga Artist] made Meng Fan ecstatic to complete it and gain its attributes, it could also be attained quickly. Meng Fan thought it through; he thought that the final product had to have a certain level of quality.

They weren't strict requirements, but he should at least be able to show it off. No matter what, it had to be worthy of his own drawing skills!

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Chapter 70: Shoujo Manga?

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Historical style with ghosts and creatures. This was the direction of the manga design that Meng Fan had set initially, and it was also the direction that he excelled most at.

As for the plot… This was a problem that made Meng Fan's head ache.

Not to say that he didn't have the slightest clue, but for these last few years, he had prepared tens of thousands words just regarding basic plots and settings alone.

Only, it was difficult to extract the important events and connect them together.

As for what the theme was, Meng Fan was also caught between several choices.

In a blink, it was ten o'clock.

Although the administrator did not rush him, Meng Fan still obediently stood up.

On the way home, he checked his phone. There were quite a lot of notifications from WeChat; ten of them being from Wu Tong, which tugged at Meng Fan's smile, urging him to open it.

They were all related to the Mou Dong APP's charity event by the Xi Zi lake. As long as it was a photo, Meng Fan was for sure to be in them. He was very easy to find.

There were also a few news media Weibo links, which also included Meng Fan.

There were even some articles focused on Meng Fan.

Running the mini-marathon in 60 minutes and weighing in at 200 pounds, Meng Fan had blown up amongst the sports circle in this APP.

"If Hu Ting Song gives you trouble, you have to tell me."

This was the only thing Wu Tong had sent that wasn't a link.

Meng Fan ignored her. He sent her a vain emoji. "I didn't think I was this photogenic, haha!"

"へ You've streamed so many selfies. Do you still not know you're photogenic?"

It didn't matter what they talked about; what mattered was who he talked with.

Meng Fan and Wu Tong chatted away as he hummed a small tune on his way back. Passing by the small convenience store, he resisted the impulse to buy a bottle of iced cola.

He really had to lose some weight!

After all, being fat was an obstacle. Nevermind the rest, it was not good to have their hearts so distant when he was hugging someone.

It seemed that the lengthy distance between their two hearts wasn't caused by him alone. After all, Wu Tong had also created some distance…

F*ck! What are you thinking about!

He briskly walked toward his dormitory. His depression from the lack of iced cola was immediately washed away by the moronic smiles of the three idiots.

After heading back to the dorm and taking a shower, Wu Tong responded to Meng Fan's previous messages with a goodnight. Meng Fan was happy, yet unwilling. They had finally entered the realm of casual chatting.

After ending his conversation with Wu Tong, he then took a look at the other WeChat notifications. He had received a few friend requests on his contact list.

He ignored some of the ones that didn't have a caption. Some of them had added the wrong person, and another portion just looked unhealthy at first glance.

Out of these, one of them had a proper caption. She was probably the senpai who was starting a manga that Qin Jiao had introduced to him earlier. He added her on Wechat to better facilitate their communication and more easily submit manuscripts.

Seeing this, he thought of Qin Jiao. Meng Fan was speechless. How could she be just like his sisters, finding ways to troll him for her own entertainment!𝗇𝗈𝐯𝓮𝓛𝚗𝑒xt.𝗰𝑜𝐦

The next morning, Meng Fan appeared on the track at five o'clock. He warmed up and began running.

This time, Meng Fan didn't ingest any sports drinks or energy chews. However, on the adrenaline of his 60-minute experience from yesterday, counting as competition experience, Meng Fan's result had increased significantly this time around. The entire run, he managed to keep his speed under 7 minutes per kilometer. His final elapsed time for the ten kilometers was 1 hour 09 minutes and 52 seconds!

This was a whole two minutes faster than his last morning run!

So far, Meng Fan had already run 240 kilometers and was only 400 kilometers away from completing the next task phase. He would get 2 points of strength, in addition to the 160 kilometers of exercise. Meng Fan felt it was possible to finish in under 60 minutes with these abilities.

Based on Meng Fan's current running frequency, it would only take him a week.

Thinking about it, he felt pretty badass!

"What are you thinking about?"

Wu Tong had finished her eight-kilometer run while Meng Fan had just begun stretching. She headed over to stretch with him, conversing the entire time.

It was a pleasant morning.

It was a Monday, and the October first break would start on Thursday. These few days, Meng fan had scheduled more coursework for himself than usual.

Mr. Ma was the professor for the manga professional class. Mr. Ma excelled most at scriptwriting, and not only for manga but for animations as well. So far, he had participated in creating the storyline of over ten movies. When it came to theoretical knowledge or practical ability, he was definitely a certified badass.

The only shortcoming of Mr. Ma was his aloofness. In other words, he talked a lot about useless things. It was a good day for him if he could even teach half a class worth of content in a full class period.

Another point was even more deadly to Meng Fan, and that was because every time comrade Ma spoke, Meng Fan would feel himself falling asleep.

This was the reason why he had skipped so many of Mr. Ma's classes in the past.

Ever since he had been caught by Mr. Ma, Meng Fan had become compliant. Not to mention, after he had forced his spirit awake and listened to all the chatter that the comrade spewed, Meng fan discovered there was actually some meaningful content to his dry rattling.

But in any case, if he patiently listened, he would be able to reach the destination after some wrong turns. And as he navigated, he could discover some other scenery along the way as well.

Because he had decided to write a manga, Meng Fan had paid extra attention to his morning class, learning quite a lot. Utilizing what comrade Ma had taught, Meng Fan was able to connect the ideas and inspirations from his memos in his mind… Oh, but there were even more ideas now, with Meng Fan still oscillating between them.

He had to make a decision!

After class, Meng Fan caught up to comrade Ma and asked him some questions.

"What do you want to chat about that's got you so worked up?"

After taking the teachings of Mr. Ma and returning to the dorm, Chen Da Qiang and Zhang Zhou Wei were busy surrounding Xing Ta Ge and listening to his clamor.

Wasn't it usually Zhang Zhou Wei who had the role of the brazen mouth? Did it change to Xing Ta Ge today?

"Pidgeon is telling us he's going to start a manga." Zhang Zhou Wei was excited. "Campus style romance shoujo novel, yo. The contents are very shocking!"

"Pigeon wants to create a manga?"

Meng Fan was stunned for a moment. Yesterday, Qin Jiao had said an older sister had wanted to start a manga, triggering his manga task. Today, he heard Pigeon announce he also wanted to create a manga. Although this was common in an art academy, it was quite strange for it both to occur around Meng Fan.

And to top it off, it was Xing Ta Ge who wanted to do it!

This fella was probably the laziest one in the dorm, no, the entire class. He could procrastinate with his homework until it did not matter anymore. But here he was, taking the initiative to create a manga.

"Fatty you're back. Come listen and give me some suggestions."

Xing Ta Ge dragged Meng Fan aside, quickly going over his thoughts and ideas. He then took out his laptop and showed everyone, mostly Meng Fan, a portion of the script and the manga storyboard he had completed.

There was no question. The content that Xing Ta Ge wanted to create was right up his alley.

Based on what he said, art originated from life. As for whether art could exceed life, especially his life… That was very unlikely.

It was very encouraging to create a romantic campus love story, but to be honest, it might not be as encouraging as Xing Ta Ge's own life story. Really!

But judging from the current script and storyboard, the storyline was indeed very powerful and attractive.

The temporary name was 'Guide to Campus RoMANce'. Meng Fan had thought it was strictly a typo!

Meng Fan couldn't help but ask, "Are you sure this is a campus romance shoujo manga and not some hentai novel?"

"Hentai or not, it's all based on what you—my illustrator—thinks." Xing Ta Ge grabbed onto a confused Meng Fan's arm with a cheerful expression on his face. "You know I am a lazy person, and my drawing skills are average, so I want you to help me. I've already given you the storyboard and script. You know I excel at designing storyboards and scripts, and you excel at drawing women. Plus, you're fast!"

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Chapter 71: Digging Your Own Grave

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It's true, Xing Ta Ge was lazy, particularly when it came to academics. Compared to the pre-reincarnated Meng Fan, he was about three points lazier. At least, the pre-rebirthed Meng Fan had begun to delve into relevant knowledge pertaining to several fields, while Xing Ta Ge was still staring at the philosophical teachings between men and women.

Of course, it appears that his focus for research has come in handy for the current task. In addition to Xing Ta Ge becoming a script writer in order to save energy, he was indeed highly talented. As long as he put in a little effort, he could rival those who had stayed up for nights churning out a project.

Everything else aside, based solely on the storyboard. Xing Ta Ge's manga was very fascinating.

Everyone says shoujo mangas were sweet, and Xing Ta Ge's manga was even sweeter. But it was spicily sweet and quite exciting.

Meng Fan thought about it and suddenly remembered.

Before he was reincarnated; around this time before the October 1st holiday, Xing Ta Ge had mentioned he wanted to create a manga. Only at that time, Meng Fan was not much more diligent than him so he did not ask him for help to become the main artist. As for later, at least the following two months before Meng Fan reincarnated. He never mentioned again, probably because the laziness hit, or because he couldn't find a suitable artist.

"Fatty, do you think you can do it?" Xing Ta Ge looked at Meng Fan with pleading eyes.𝒩𝓞𝓋𝑒𝒍𝐍𝗲xt.𝑪𝑶𝑀

Meng Fan thought about it and asked, "Are you in a hurry?"

"Why would I be in a hurry." Xing Ta Ge shook his head and said, "As long as you can draw it before we graduate. If we can successfully engage in the animation industry in the future, then this manga will be a brick to knock on their door, for entering the profession. If we don't go into this industry, then we can count it as a commemoration to ourselves. So I wanted to find someone who was good at drawing young ladies a bit more delicately if I might add."

"You don't have to wait that long." Meng Fan responded. "I just took a job today to prepare a copious amount of sample manuscripts for someone. Send me the storyboard in a bit, I'll take a look when I have time. It'll probably have to wait a few days before I can start drawing. Otherwise, I recently also wanted to create a manga, but I'm still wavering between a theme and it's content. The storyboard you've provided is perfect so I won't have to think about that. I'll take yours as practice. Of course, there are some parts of your script that I will not be following…"

Initially, he was already hovering between what to draw. Now that Xing Ta Ge had delivered a script to his doorstep, Meng Fan's thoughts were completely disrupted.

It was indisputable that Xing Ta Ge was better than him when it came to script writing. The content had been about romance too, which made Meng Fan even more useless. But it just happened that Meng Fan excelled at drawing female characters.

Xing Ta Ge's delivered script was very suitable for practicing. Aside from being the manga artist, Meng Fan could also partake in writing the script.

One, it was because they both lived in the same room so it was easy to discuss anything or negotiate. Two, some of Xing Ta Ge's contents were not merely just slight connotations, but obvious scenarios that hit you in the face. If he really drew them, their chances of publishing on a public platform would be ERROR 404.

Meng Fan thought about it for a moment. It was indeed very fitting.

As for this kind of collaboration and whether the system would count it as experience, Meng Fan would deal with that later.

Meng Fan couldn't let his life be dictated by this system. If he could take the job of an unknown senior Qin Jiao had introduced, there was no reason for him to reject Xing Ta Ge.

Besides, from Xing Ta Ge's original intentions, it certainly won't be a long story. As long as it's a short story, with Meng Fan's current speed, it would be very easy to finish the novel in a short time.

After the decision, Meng Fan forgot about memos in his mind temporarily, locking them up for later. Once he finished the [Manga Artist] task and collected the rewards, he would go back to pondering down that rabbit hole. Otherwise, it didn't matter how well his drawings were if he couldn't place the story into his art.

The next morning, he ran his ten kilometers. He used 1 hour, 09 minutes and 42 seconds. He was still improving.

After breakfast, he left early for the studio and took out the key he had asked the administrator for. After entering, he opened the windows to ventilate the room and found his old spot before sitting down.

His morning class was at 9:30, and Meng Fan had arrived early. He had about two hours. Meng Fan did not let himself be idle, sorting through the reference stock photos of costumes he had accumulated over the last few years. He picked out a few to give to his senior classmate, and sorted through them again, also sorting out the missing photos.

With this kind of organizing, Meng Fan had created a big grave for himself. Cataloging everything from the jewelry category into accessories then into dynasties, there were hundreds of other classifications he'd have to go through!

Some of the classifications, Meng Fan was able to categorize and fill it in directly, but to correctly fill out the rest would take a lot of time. Besides, Meng Fan knew that the more he filled out, the more graves he'd dig for himself.

It was good nonetheless. He could fill it out slowly and build himself a historical costume gallery.

Meng Fan did not pay much attention during the morning class, nor did he draw much. He was still sorting out the categories for his image gallery and adding the general descriptions for the styles that still needed to be filled in.

After the class when everyone had left, Meng Fan remained in the classroom and continued to sort his material until he was too hungry to stay.

"Does Meng Fan seem like a different person to you?"

Wang Ya Nan said to Zhang Zhou Wei as they were eating lunch. She couldn't help but ask, "It seems like he's become a completely different person after those confession messages. He spends so much time in the studio everyday drawing away, so hardworking! And he runs, ten kilometers at that. He must be running frequently. And it seems, he's gotten more handsome."

"Handsome? Really?"

Zhang Zhou Wei and the other members of the dormitory naturally didn't notice much as they saw Meng Fan everyday. He didn't even seem to have lost any weight, let alone become handsome.

"I didn't notice either, but I just heard it from Dot." Wang Ya Nan said.

Zhang Zhou Wei grew interested. "Do you think Dot is into my Meng Fatty?"

"Before she was just interested, but now… I'm not sure if she actually developed a liking for him."

"Based on my observations, Meng Fan seems to be interested in the Traditional Chinese painting department's goddess. I think Dot's gonna have it rough."

"I don't think so. If Dot really wanted to chase Meng Fan, then her chances of getting him must be much higher than Meng fan's chances of getting Wu Tong, right?"

"That… is probably true. But the melon that is forcibly plucked is usually not very sweet…"

"Screw that, you think Meng Fan going after Wu Tong isn't forcing a melon? Besides, when you went after me, wasn't I also a difficult melon to pluck? Are we sweet? You know deep down!"

"Was it sweet? I kind of forgot. Let me have a taste to try."

In university, whether its 211 or 985 colleges, love was always a topic that cannot be avoided. Who likes who, who's going after who had always been a hot topic.

Meng Fan naturally didn't know that he had become the focus of one of these topics of gossip, and not just amongst the chatter of Zhang Zhou Wei and Wang Ya Nan. These last few days, many people were speaking of the relationship between him and Wu Tong, from the mini-marathon to their frequent morning runs. Several people knew of it, although nobody thought the two were compatible with each other. The more people who thought this, the more interested they were in discussing it.

Even then, these discussions had happened in the proximity of Wu Tong, even in front of her.

"Wu Tong, does that iron hero really like you?"

"I don't know."

"Then, do you like him?"

Although they knew this was a pointless question, Wu Tong's roommates still couldn't help but ask.

"Of course I do! He's cute, perseverant, kind, and very interesting, why wouldn't I like him?"

"I'm asking if you like him, like a boy and a girl like each other."

"Are you not girls and is he not a guy?"

…

He grabbed some food to eat and headed for the studio to continue digging his own grave.

He had Qin Jiao's class in the afternoon. Meng Fan had been entangled in his grave digging, so he called in to take the day off. It took him until four in the afternoon to finally stop digging.

He turned around again and felt the impulse to kill himself. The seven big categories of clothing, crowns, capes, shoes, socks, jewelry, accessories, hairstyles and makeup had been divided further into thirteen smaller categories of tops, trousers, underwear, belts, etc. While under each subcategory was the further subdivision of men, women, dynasties, and Chinese, minorities (which had their own category). Combined, there were over 1300 individual items!

If it weren't for the prior knowledge he had on these subjects, he'd be digging his grave for the next few days!

As for filling the hole… Heh, he'll deal with that later!

Of course, at this point, it was clear what Meng Fan wanted to provide his senior. From there, he picked a hundred or so samples that were suitable for a system. Some of which could be directly replaced by images from the internet, while some were directly copied from his image gallery, reducing the amount he would have to draw on his own.

And this could count as an image library for his future creations.

From four o'clock to five o'clock; in one and a half hours, Meng Fan finished filling out the samples and packaged the file before sending it to his senior alumni.

After finishing his business, Meng Fan returned to the dorm and changed into his exercise clothes before leaving the campus. He then turned on his stream at the same time.

"Tonight, I won't be drawing. I'll take you on a night tour of XiZi lake."

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Chapter 72: God of Night Tours

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"Streaming so early today!"

"What does the title mean? Hahaha, it flows pretty well!"

"Why are you wandering around outside when you should be drawing?!"

"Motherf*cker aren't you an art streamer? When did you become an outdoor streamer?"

"Night Tour of XiZi Lake? Meng boss it's not good to be swimming in XiZi lake at this hour, is it?"

Meng Fan's stream channel had rocketed his views up to 80,000, with over 20,000 total online viewers. On 8th station, and in the unpopular drawing category, he could count as a relatively big shot host. After he logged in, if his popularity rating did not meet the likes of a few other gods, he could basically enter the top three."

Not long after he went live, his online viewers had reached 1000. And the live comments began to thicken.

"What is this guy up to?"

Zhang Zhou Wei had painstakingly escaped from Wang Ya Nan's claws. He didn't have to rot away in the library tonight. He had snuck back to the dorm to play video games when he received a notification from Meng Fan's live stream.

He saw the title and then, the stream content.

The path outside the campus?

There was a map with a GPS pointer in the upper left corner of the stream and a line representing the planned route. The goal was XiZi lake. He then looked at the stream which was moving forward.𝒩𝓞𝓋𝑒𝒍𝐍𝗲xt.𝑪𝑶𝑀

"He's running to XiZi lake?"

Zhang Zhou Wei tapped Xing Ta Ge, who had actually been working hard on his storyboards. "Meng Fatty is unstoppable damn, he's streaming his run to XiZi lake! From our campus to there is about twenty to thirty kilometers!"

"Why are you causing a fuss, if he could run ten kilometers in a mini-marathon, twenty to thirty kilometers shouldn't be a problem." It was rare to see Xing Ta Ge so serious. It did not feel good to be interrupted so he turned to Zhang Zhou Wei in a heavy tone, "Look how hard Meng fatty is working, Da Qiang is at his tutoring job and I'm working so diligently on my storyboard. Can't you work a bit harder? All you know is video games! The three of us work so hard, it's just you who's underachieving. Don't you think you're ruining the atmosphere of our dormitory?"

"???"

Zhang Zhou Wei dumbfoundedly stared at Xing Ta Ge. He had been going to the library at least once a day, yet Xing Ta Ge had the nerve to call him a slacker. He was so angry he could spit blood!

"Yes yes yes, I'm just a sh*t disturber!"

How can the king of brazen mouths admit loss so easily?

Xing Ta Ge pretended he heard nothing and continued to write his storyboard. There was no way he would follow up Zhang Zhou Wei's comeback.

He had been writing for about twenty minutes before he began his slow stretching exercises. After that, he wrote for another five minutes before taking a three-minute break.

It hadn't even been half an hour when a phone call came and Xing Ta Ge paused for a second before heading out.

It was best to couple work and rest; he had worked and he had rested. All he needed was the 'couple'.

…

After leaving the campus, Meng Fan ran along his planned route towards XiZi lake. Because of the road conditions, it was hard to pace himself. He tried to keep it between 7 minutes and 10 seconds, to seven minutes and 30 seconds per kilometer. It wasn't fast, as he wanted the fickle netizens to appreciate the scenery along the way.

He specifically selected the pedestrian path next to the road so that the fickle friends in the stream channel could see the pretty girls that passed by.

Undoubtedly, along the entire path leaving the campus, the probability was high that he would run into girls who were above 6 in appearance; above 7 in disposition and dressed above an 8.

Of course, there were handsome guys as well.

Hit on them?

Not a chance.

But if he ran into someone whose appearance, disposition, and style all exceeded an 8; Meng Fan would still approach them and ask for directions.

The city was so big and the roads were so complex. It's common to ask for directions!

For a tourist city, asking the whereabouts of the XiZi lake and how to run there… Should seem normal!

Of course, as over 20,000 people tuned in to his stream, he had to radiate positive energy indefinitely. So on the entire run, he made sure to remind every boy and girl who had their heads buried in their phones.

Someone whose presence was as big as Meng Fan was running towards you, yet you're still on your phone? How careless can you be?! And to be so focused on your phone while walking on the street, they had to be notified!

It's a pity however that in the end, it did not trigger some 'kind pedestrian' accomplishment task.

Thinking about it, it was already so hard to trigger a 'courageous stranger' task. Meng Fan understood and continued to despise the morals of the system.

He had ran to Tai Zi Wan park, which was 12 kilometers along his route. It took him an hour and a half, so his pacing was not fast. After he arrived, he did not need to eat an energy chew before his regular breathing resumed.

After stretching, Meng Fan removed the stream assistant from his chest and held it with his hand, continuing the broadcast. He faked the motion of taking out his phone and checking the stream interface. Emotional, he began to speak. "Twenty-six thousand viewers, you guys must… really love this city's night view."

At this time, the sun had already set and the sky was getting darker. The lights in the scenic spot began to flicker on and with the evening breeze, Meng Fan was comfortably content.

Of course, the premise of his comfort was the sportswear Meng Fan had spent 50 points exchanging from the [Travelling Deity] equipment bar. If it hadn't been the tracksuit absorbing his sweat; air drying it out and maintaining his body's thermal temperature, then he wouldn't be able to indulge after running this far and sweating so much. Not to mention, the wind.

He walked up along the park. Although it was late and the tourist season wasn't for another few days, there were still a large amount of tourists present.

As Meng Fan walked, he held the stream assistant in one hand and his phone in the other, chatting with the fickle netizens. If he runs into a pretty girl or handsome boy and asked for directions, he would be quite comfortable as well.

He was about 1000 meters out when he said to the fickle netizens, "The following content might cause some discomfort, please understand."

He then left the Yang Gon Ti and turned left towards the XiZi lake international hotel's 8th building—the Zi Wei hall. This was a restaurant specializing in Hang region cuisine and a spot for the G20 state banquet.

Seeing the restaurant's name, then the environment after Meng Fan entered, they could see the classic Chinese wooden structure; gentle and simple, with dynamic textures. Both sides were enclosed by a panoramic floor to ceiling windows, looking out into the courtyard that mirrored the lake. This exclusive and private view of the lake was a night scene like amber, glimmering on the water….

"This content has caused extreme discomfort and has been reported!"

"Meng Host, I'm begging you to be kind"

"You're a f*cking drawing stream. I can tolerate you streaming your runs, but you're streaming food now?!"

"I'm leaving!"

All the live comments formed a crusade against Meng Fan.

Meng Fan sat down after being led to his reserved spot. A sweet waitress with a sweet voice brought a pot of tea.

He pointed the stream assistant towards the view outside the floor to ceiling windows. The stunning scenery calmed the moods of the fickle friends in his stream channel… That is until the first dish was brought up.

What was even more irritating was that Meng Fan had set the stream assistant to the side, fully filming the entirety of the dishes, as well as himself eating it.

But the most infuriating factor was Meng Fan introducing these dishes, even eating them to demonstrate while exaggerating the deliciousness of the meal and showing off his appetite.

"The first dish is the Tiger Spring's pine mushroom rice. This is a must. The biggest feature is its fragrance. It smells so good, almost pungently good! If I mix it like this, it smells even better! Now, look at this pot sticker, because it tastes superb. If you can't finish a whole pot, you have to take the pot stickers to go and snack on it on the way out."

"The second dish is a vinegar marinated fish. Usually, vinegar fish dishes can easily carry the smell of dirt, but this is different. Look, the fish meat is very tender and the simmered juice is just right. Yes, first class!"

"I usually don't drink alcohol, nor do I eat raw food, but this bayberry drunken shrimp is extraordinary!"

…

An hour later, Meng Fan pleasantly strolled out of the restaurant and continued north. After taking his fickle netizens to see the 'XiZi Hu impressions' performance across the Yue temple, he felt like he'd compensated the netizens who had been cursing him to fail at losing weight.

"Ding!"

Just as he was engaging in the performance, an alert sounded in Meng Fan's mind.

"Ding! You've triggered the accomplishment task [Night Touring God]."

Meng Fan went dumb.

Metaphysics was enough, but now hallucinations?

He took another look. "Heh. This kind of night touring god!"

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Chapter 73: Cultivation

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"Task requires physical attendance at 100 scenic spots."

"Upon completion, you will receive the title [Night Touring God] (night owl abilities 5, observational skills 3, aesthetic appreciation 1)"

Night touring god referred to wandering around outside, how psycho!

Meng Fan had thought he was about to enter the realm of hallucinogens and fantasies.

Eh. If he thought about it, they were pretty similar. If his ability to stay up late is increased, wouldn't he become a master of cultivation?

As for observation skills and aesthetic appreciation, these both seemed to be in line with the task. It is understandable that after touring so many scenic spots, he would indefinitely increase his observational and aesthetic appreciation skills.

Only aesthetics appreciation only gives 1. How stingy of the system!

Aesthetics could be considered as a metaphysical attribute. After all, everyone's aesthetics are different, but it was also scientific if you looked at it differently. For an art student like Meng Fan, he was already aesthetically motivated. There are also some applied disciplines throughout the pursuit of aesthetics.

Aesthetic appreciation didn't mean to exclude all ugliness, but it was more about becoming adept at discovering beauty and representing it.

For instance; drawing is a pursuit of beauty and even though beauty does contain some concept of ugliness, it was another kind of beauty to portray something ugly very well!

This attribute was a rare one. At least, the System thought so too.

This achievement task was divided into four task phases. The task phases all included night owl bonus and observation bonus as rewards, but it did not include aesthetic appreciation. That is to say, even if he completed the entire task, he would only receive 1 aesthetic appreciation.

Task phase 1: Requires night tour of one scenic location; reward: Points 1, night owl ability 1.

Task phase 2: Requires night tour of 10 scenic locations; reward: Points 10, night owl ability 1, observational skills 1.

Task phase 3: Requires night tour of 50 scenic locations; reward: Points 50, night owl ability 1.

Task phase 4: Requires night tour of 100 scenic locations; reward: Points 100, night owl ability 1, observational skills 1.

Task phase 1 and three solely rewarded night owl ability; while two and four had double rewards, adding on observational skills.

If he finished the whole task: he would earn 161 points, 9 Night owl ability, 5 observational skills, and 1 aesthetic appreciation.

At this time, he had already completed task phase 1 and received its reward.

This had also been a task that only triggered when a certain task phase had been completed.

After the night owl bonus, Meng Fan momentarily could not feel its effect. After all, he was usually not asleep yet around this time.

Speaking of night owls, staying up late hadn't been something that Meng Fan had dared to touch.

First off, with Meng Fan's build; it was hard for him not to be sleepy, let alone stay up late. Occasionally he would stay up; only until one or two at most, but the next day he was completely paralyzed.

Second, staying up late was too harmful for his body.

Memory loss, mental dysfunction, decreased vision, decreased immunity, skin damage, more susceptible to disease… Not to mention, it could lead to kidney deficiency, infertility, baldness… How scary is it to become bald before you've become strong.

Most importantly, it will lead to obesity!

Now that his night owl tendencies had been increased, it could reduce the harm caused by staying up late, not to mention allowing him to stay up later.

If you normally sleep at 11 pm, adding 1 night owl ability would allow you to sleep at 12, maybe even 1.

This… Meng Fan considered it carefully. If staying up late can reduce the harm caused by staying up late, then it might be able to solve the problem of obesity as well.

Once his night owl skills improve, he had more time to cultivate. This also meant that he would be more awake… Which meant he'd have to eat more!

Meng Fan finally understood why the system did not directly trigger a weight loss related task. Oh, it had no intention of helping him to lose weight!

But no matter how you put it, this attribute was pretty useful. At least for now, Meng Fan was already starting to feel like he didn't have enough time.

In the past, when he only worked hard during some off chance moments; one day's time was more than enough for him to play some games and follow some manga.𝒩𝓞𝓋𝑒𝒍𝐍𝗲xt.𝑪𝑶𝑀

Now, it was really a 'haha' moment. He discovered the harder you work, the more you realize there is not enough time.

With this new attribute, it could add an extra one or two hours everyday. Even if he didn't do anything, he could at least touch a long lost game or catch up with an updated anime.

Going back and thinking about the task, it had been a while since he entered the scenic spot. It was definitely enough time spent to count as 'night touring', but how come the task had only triggered now?

Meng Fan thought. This must be related to the time spent at the scenic attraction, but he was unsure how long exactly he needed to be there.

There was another problem here, being, what is the scope of the area referred to as a 'tourist attraction'.

Did the entire XiZi lake count as one scenic spot, or does the Yue temple within the park count as a spot? After all, scenic areas and scenic spots are all the same; for they can also be called tourist destinations and tourist attractions.

Only people who habitually recognized that scenic locations were larger than scenic spots. XiZi Hu did not count as a scenic 'point'.

There's the problem. Did he complete his task near the Yue Temple or at the XiZi lake scenic area?

If it's the former, then Meng Fan would be able to attain some more experience walking along the XiZi lake. If it was the latter, it would be much more difficult to gain that experience.

…

After watching 'XiZi lake impressions', Meng Fan logged off the stream. His viewer count had reached 180,000, including the people he had met on the road who lifted their heads to look at him.

Now, his total stream viewers had reached 950,000. He was so close to completing task phase three.

He left the road and headed south, heading to one of ten scenic spots along XiZi lake—the QuYuan lily pads. He didn't have the heart to see any more scenery, only strolling around to track the time.

If he stayed there longer than he had stayed at 'XiZi lake impressions' and didn't gain any experience, then he could confirm that XiZi lake counted as one large scenic location that could only be included once.

It went up!

An hour later, Meng Fan saw his progress bar increase by 1.

Then he could basically confirm he only needed to visit an attraction for an hour, and each scenic point had counted for its own experience. Basically, if he walked around the entirety of XiZi lake, he could gain a lot of experience.

This task was not that difficult either.

Strictly speaking, he just had to come out at night and screw around for 100 hours.

After establishing the details, Meng Fan hailed a taxi and headed back to campus. If he didn't go now, he wouldn't be able to access the dormitories.

"I almost forgot!"

After getting in the car, Meng Fan remembered there had been an equipment bar below the task progress for [Night Touring God]. Night vision glasses.

Undoubtedly, it was another black magic item.

Normally, night vision goggles were based on thermal imaging, so no matter how high quality the equipment was; it was impossible to achieve good resolution, motion sensitivity, and brightness levels. The projected images all contained a green luster; after all, earth made technology had its limitations.

These night vision glasses also did not represent daytime visions after being equipped. However, the difference was not big; kind of like the difference between standard definition and high definition.

The night vision glasses only cost 150 points. Affordable. Meng Fan directly exchanged for them.

Regarding the points required for equipment redemption, Meng Fan had deduced the rule. Basically, the amount of points an equipment cost would not exceed the amount you will obtain from completing the equipment's achievement task.

After the exchange, he found the style of the glasses to be very cool. It had two forms; one a basic frame and another in the form of a thin film, or a contact lens. Both forms were able to change color freely.

If he wore them in the form of contact lenses, he could change the color of his pupils in a blink. How cool would that be to show off!

If they were golden, along with their function, he could really say that he has a fiery golden eye!

Unfortunately, it was only night vision. If it also gave X-ray vision, Meng Fan would have happily bought it for 1000 points.

Once he can afford the hat that makes your presence disappear, plus the stream assistant that had the ability to turn invisible and film from the sky… Three great artifacts for a gentleman, no?!

Thinking of this, Meng Fan began to feel that the system was not a nice person.

Putting on his night vision glasses, Meng Fan sat in the taxi and admired the scenery along the way. As he looked, he ended up taking the glasses off.

After all, night scenes were still the most beautiful when the night was in it.

He could wear it occasionally, or when he needed them. It would be too boring to wear it constantly.

After getting off the car, Meng Fan ran past the small grove and put on his night vision glasses again. He wanted to check if he had violated any school rules or regulations.

It was already past eleven o clock. The dormitory building was already closed. Meng Fan slapped on his best smile and was just about to release a chain of words to the dormitory watch lady. Before he could open his mouth, the watch lady had already opened the doors.

"I'm opening the door for some ventilation. Did a big gust of wind get in?"

The auntie pretended as if she didn't see him at all. It was a warm-hearted act indeed.

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Chapter 74: Holiday

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"Didn't you end your stream early? Why did you get back so late? You didn't run back, did you?"

"Or were you too tired from running so you had to stop and find a place to do some health recovery?"

"I don't remember you being this soft?!"

Once Meng Fan entered the dorm, all three roommates sauntered over.

"I got lost."

Meng Fan couldn't explain to them that he had gone back and forth around the Quyuan lily pads for an hour. He dropped an excuse and headed for the shower.

The tracksuit that he had redeemed was undoubtedly also high tech. A few minutes after he stopped running, it had dried out. Not only did it dry out all the sweat it absorbed, it even sucked up the sticky feeling that plagued Meng Fan's entire body. It was as if he didn't go for a run. To exaggerate a bit, he could probably get away without showering.

But psychologically, Meng Fan could not bear it. It was enough to make him uncomfortable knowing he had waited so long after he had just finished such a long run.

"Hey fatty."

Meng Fan had just showered and entered the room when Zhang Zhou Wei handed him a bottle of iced cola while smiling. "Are you still planning to run at XiZi lake? When you run, let me know ahead of time, I'll go help you order dishes in advance. National hotel or outer tower or whatever, I can help you arrange it in advance, ensuring that you'll eat all the signature dishes when you arrive."

"I can call ahead on my own."

Meng Fan deftly rejected him, before lying down on his bed after focusing his gaze on the iced cola for a solid three seconds. He gave Zhang Zhou Wei a side eye and laughed. "What's wrong, Wang Ya Nan isn't making you sit in the library to study for postgraduate exams? You're this free?"

Upon hearing the two words 'post graduate exams', Zhang Zhou Wei immediately sunk like a deflated balloon, letting out a deep sigh. "Tell me why I found a straight A student to be my girlfriend, I'm being controlled here! Ever since we started dating, I've had no freedom! Someone watches over me while I study, someone planned out my future and even when I eat, I have someone to help me refill my bowl. I can't even be lazy or picky towards what I eat, it's too much! Someone washes my clothes too. This is greatly depriving me of my ability to become self-reliant! Sure, I'm upset, but tell me, where is the f*cking enjoyment in all this? Do I have some disease that needs to be cured? Was I poisoned by love?!"

Chen Da Qiang and Xing Ta Ge both began to put on their earbuds, while Meng Fan also turned his black magic earbuds to regular size and put them on as well, only leaving the sound of Zhang Zhou Wei's endless display of love resonating throughout the dorm.

He took out his phone and opened the 'BanG-Dream' mobile game. In the last few days, Meng Fan had managed to play a few rounds, but it was much less than before.

To be honest, if he continues to play these kinds of rhythmic music games after his 16 hand speed increase, there would be next to zero in-game experience.

He added some newly released EX difficulty songs and happily began to play.

Before, he had to try his best to pass EX25, but now, even doing EX28 seemed like a breeze. As for the song '六兆年と一夜物语' that was EX29 difficulty, he was able to successfully beat it, even with full combos. However, it was still difficult to achieve a perfect score.

After all, he wanted to achieve a perfect score under the premise of all his 'full combos', or in other words, an All-Perfect round. In addition to incredible hand speed, he also had to have a very strong sense of rhythm.

Meng Fan had a considerably good rhythm, but it wasn't at a level to be deemed 'very strong'.

If grinding this f*cking game could trigger some rhythm attribute, then Meng Fan would be beyond happy. Unfortunately, it was useless to look forward to that.

In an instant, he had been playing for over an hour. Meng Fan was surprised to find that he was still not sleepy. Hahaha, it felt so good to be cultivating. Time to read some manga!

It took Meng Fan until 1:30 am to begin feeling tired. This basically affirms the limitations of 1 night owl abilities. If he continued to stay up, it will begin harming his body. Meng Fan naturally did not continue to stay up.

After shrinking the black technology earbuds into his ears, he selected a hypnotic sleeping audio track with a long duration… It did not need to be an hour, for as soon as he felt the drowsiness hit, he could fall asleep within five minutes. Two minutes with the help of the sleeping soundtrack.

The next day when he woke up, Meng Fan felt alive, with no signs that he stayed up so late, making Meng Fan feel assured by the night owl attribute.

Having no side effects is incredible!

Should he turn on the stream for his morning run and show the fickle netizens the beauty of Hang city's sunrise?

Nah.

"Morning."

A pleasant voice came from the wind like girl who passed by.

Meng Fan's idea of 'beautiful scenery' lay here!

If it weren't for the conversations he had had with Wu Tong every morning as the stretched, Meng Fan would consider leaving the school grounds.

Even if he didn't run every night, Meng Fan would not think of leaving the campus to stream.

"Tomorrow is officially break, are you heading straight to Shanghai?"

As they stretched, Meng Fan casually asked Wu Tong.

Wu Tong nodded. "Yep, I'm leaving tomorrow."

"How are you getting there?" Meng Fan asked a question knowing how dumb he sounded.

"My ninth older brother is here in Hangzhou, so he can give me a ride. Do you need a ride?"

It was a tempting proposal, but Meng Fan shook his head after pondering for a moment. "I'll head over in a few days."

It was still too early to head to Shanghai, as there were five or six days more before the concert. Besides, it was too early to meet his brother-in-law, wasn't it? Hehehe.

Wu Tong saw Meng Fan's mouth form into a mysterious smile and asked him curiously, "What kind of pleasant things are you thinking of?"

Meng Fan was shocked. Was he that obvious? His brain quickly turned and said, "I just thought of a sarcastic joke." Seeing Wu Tong stare at him, he had to tell her the joke. "One day, NuWa kept pinching people and laughing. FuXi couldn't figure out why, so he asked her what she was laughing at. Nuwa responds that the most important thing about being human is to be happy."

Wu Tong chuckled. "You only thought of this sarcastic joke because I asked you what you were smiling about right? So, what were you smiling about before?"

Meng Fan was astounded. Must she be this logical?

Wu Tong saw Meng Fan's expression and felt her mood brighten. Of course, she couldn't ask him directly. She smiled and began, "As long as you're happy. You look good when you smile."

Meng Fan's brain twitched at this moment, for he thought of another one. He blurted out, "My last name is Fan because everyone is cold as ice, so they all call me—You should smile more."

After telling the joke, he felt like a dumbass!

Wu Tong was laughing quite delightfully. "Your associative ability is quite incredible."

Today's class ended at three o'clock as many students appeared on campus with their backpacks and luggage in tow, ready to leave the school.

Meng Fan accompanied Zhang Zhou Wei and Chen Da Qiang and the two couples, as they awaited Xing Ta Ge to drive over. He also saw a handsome and very well dressed man help Wu Tong carry her luggage into an Audi X5. Meng Fan knew this was her ninth brother, so he felt no jealousy, but he did feel the pressure.

Is their genetics so powerful that all her brothers are at this level?

If that was the case, it's no wonder Wu Tong said it was difficult to find a guy that sparked her interest.

Xing Ta Ge's high lander approached, sending the Zhang and Chen couples to the train station. The two couples had grouped up for a trip to NJ.

After dropping them off, Xing Ta Ge drove back to his hometown. Meng Fan naturally did not follow and headed for the studio.𝒩𝓞𝓋𝑒𝒍𝐍𝗲xt.𝑪𝑶𝑀

"I'm on my way back."

"If you arrive in Shanghai early let me know."

"See you there."

These were the WeChat messages sent from Wu Tong. Meng Fan was in a fabulous mood.

There weren't many people in the studio today, so he turned on his stream and worked on novel illustrations for two hours.

Around six o clock, he began to leave the school grounds for XiZi lake. His final goal was still at TaiZi crescent, but this time he didn't head north. Instead, he headed west along NanShan road into the TaiZi bay park.

He bought some snacks to pad his stomach. After all, he couldn't eat out for every stream. He strolled around for a bit, then leisurely sat under a pavilion to wait out the hour.

You could sit at the YouRan pavilion and watch the entire park, including NanShan road. The saying, "You Ran Jian Nan Shan" had spawned from here.

He then went to the Hangzhou Su Dong Po memorial hall, then to the Lei Feng tower's scenic spot.

After visiting these three attractions, Meng Fan had gained three points in [Night Touring God]. It was already eleven o'clock.

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Chapter 75: Chief Can Only Help You To Here

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Meng Fan hailed a cab and headed back to school. When he arrived, the gates were already closed.

When he had streamed in the afternoon, Meng Fan had long completed the experience required to complete task phase three of [Famous Streamer] and received 100 points and 1 charm as a reward. By now, the number of online viewers had already reached 1.21 million, entering the requirements for task phase 4.

After the 1 charm, coupled with his captivating smile, Meng Fan was confident he could get past the grandpa at the dormitory gate holding a thermos.

As he headed over, his phone rang.

It wasn't a phone call, but a WeChat call request. Nickname: Freckles.

"Why is she calling me so late?"

Meng Fan picked it up, hearing her voice through the receiver. "Are you coming? Ten minutes right? I'll wait for you."

Meng Fan was baffled.

Freckles responded with another sentence. "I kept sending you messages did you not see? I called a bunch of times too, can you come fast?"

She hung up as soon as she finished.

Meng Fan was a bit dazed. What the hell?!

She'd called him?

He thought about it. He didn't have her number, so her calls must have been intercepted and blocked as an unknown number by his spam call APP.

He checked his WeChat. There were quite a few messages, but he scrolled down to find the ones from Freckles.

"Meng Fan, I want to ask you for help."

"When you're done streaming can you come to pick me up from the Duo La Mi near campus?"

"I'm at karaoke with my roommates, and there's a guy here who I've liked for a long time. I think he has a girlfriend and brought her too."

"I'm a bit embarrassed and want to leave, but my roommates are keeping me here because someone she likes is here too."

"They say they wanna go drinking after and I don't want to join. My roommate said that there was nobody else in the dorm and I might not be able to get in, even when we return so she won't let me go."

"So I'm asking for your help, to tell them I have a friend coming to get me."

"I know you like Wu Tong from the traditional painting department. I told them we are from the same hometown, so it won't cause any misunderstandings for you."

There were more than a dozen WeChat messages, spanning an hour between all of them. They had been sent incrementally every few minutes, evidently with the worry that Meng Fan would not come. She continued to explain herself again and again.

Meng Fan remembered when he had 'confessed' to Freckles, she had told him that she likes someone else. It seems like it wasn't just an excuse to deal with him. As for this guy, she liked having a girlfriend, it was awkward he brought her to the KTV. In addition to all the weird business with her roommate and the guy that she liked… These weren't things a single dog like Meng Fan could understand.

"Is it really obvious that I like Wu Tong?"

Meng Fan didn't think Freckles would know about this too. But it was good that she knew; for after the last 'confession' and their interactions that followed, Meng Fan was worried that the girl had misunderstood him.

Guess he had to go.

Meng Fan estimated that based on Freckles' character, it would be difficult for her to abruptly refuse her roommates appeal. It was awkward to stay, hence why she had sent him so many texts. Thankfully, it was only a few minutes from where he was to Duo La Mi.

When he arrived at Duo La Mi, Meng Fan sent Freckles a WeChat message. After waiting for approximately three minutes, Freckles came down the stairs. A group of students also followed her, around eight or nine. They were all done singing and ready to hit up the next round.

"He's not the one picking you up, is he?"

Her roommates inquired, stunned. Meng Fan's presence was so strong, these people had noticed him immediately.

"Yeah. I'm gonna head back first."

Freckles nodded, then happily approached Meng Fan.

Out of this group of students, there was one who had been interested in Freckles. At the KTV, there were no shortage of solicitous boys—this was another reason why Freckles wanted to leave so bad, but it wasn't easy to tell Meng Fan—and upon hearing that some guy was coming to pick her up was a bit upset. Now upon seeing Meng Fan, he was still upset. But he had to keep it in.

If it had been someone else, the guy could still think of a way to keep Freckles there or drive off the person picking her up. But Meng Fan, the man who had tackled a thief so bravely like a tiger; what could he do?!

The pickup went smoothly, as did the walk from Duo La Mi to the school gates. But their re-entry into the school did not go smoothly, as they were barricaded from going in.

Meng Fan didn't understand. Was his charm lacking or his smile not good enough? Or had he already won over the grandpa at the gate? Or else, why would this grandpa holding a thermos give him such a strange look.

That look repeatedly said to him, "Young lad, chief can only help you up to here."

What the hell!?

Freckles looked at Meng fan. "Now what…?"

Meng Fan also felt helpless. He didn't know if he really understood the grandpa's intention so it was difficult to explain. He thought about it, and asked Freckles, "Do you have somewhere to go?"

Freckles shook her head.

Meng Fan asked once again, "Did you bring your government ID?"

Freckles hesitated for a moment and nodded.

"Then, the only thing we can do is get a hotel room."

Freckles paused and then carefully asked Meng Fan, "Then what about you?"

Meng Fan hurriedly justified himself. "You take one by yourself, I won't go in."𝒩𝓞𝓋𝑒𝒍𝐍𝗲xt.𝑪𝑶𝑀

Freckles looked nervous, but she had no other ideas. "Then, it seems like this is the only way."

Seeing the boy and girl leave, the gate guarding grandpa revealed a gratifying smile that seems to have an insight to everything.

You won't go in?

The grandpa recalled the statement the young lad had said. I'll just dwindle for a moment and not to go in. Hehe. Young people these days are all playing this routine, huh?

Meng Fan naturally didn't know he had understood the look conveyed by the grandpa. Even more, he didn't know that his conversation at the gate with Freckles had triggered the imagination of the grandpa.

Not long after, the two arrived at a fairly nice hotel near the national art academy.

"I'm leaving. If you need anything, send me a WeChat."

Of course, Meng Fan was not the type of person to follow her in. After checking her in, he turned and left.

There was no way he'd walk her to her room. Who knows what trouble that trip would cause. Even if nothing happened, Freckles might misunderstand him for harboring some bad intentions.

Meng Fan didn't return to the school, nor did he check in another room.

So where did he go?

He had the choice to go to an internet cafe, but he would be uncomfortable not showering for so long. So he turned around and headed towards a neighborhood on the right side of the academy.

When Meng Fan was in elementary school, his family had bought a house near the HuaXia art academy. Conveniently, they were lucky, and the houses had been cheap. Plus they had confirmed Meng Fan was going to Hua Xia academy and wanted to facilitate his future living. Who knew the housing prices would skyrocket so fast? Carelessly, it had become a successful investment.

The house here had been used for renting. It had been refurbished before Meng Fan began college and was no longer rented from then on. The rent they received in that year was enough to rival the money they'd spent on the house.

During his first year, Meng Fan would come to live here for a few days every now and then. But after he became familiarized with his roommates, he only went over once every week or two. Recently, he had been going even less; it must have been three weeks since he last went over.

He took a shower happily and strolled around the room with no clothes on. A space with nobody else in it, how free?!

Lonely?

To a homebody, this term did not exist.

Video games and manga kept him up until 2 am. He then switched to listening to the dreamlike sounds of virtual girls who were projected on his stream assistant's interface. He interacted with them for a bit, then went to bed satisfied.

The next morning, Meng Fan habitually woke up at five o'clock. Thinking about it, he clutched his pillow and snoozed for another two hours.

School was already out, so he should give himself a break too. Besides, Wu Tong wasn't even here. Today's morning run was canceled!

At seven, he crawled out of bed and went downstairs to grab his several bags and art tube. Then grabbed breakfast and headed back to his house.

He had to plan out his October 1st holiday.

During the holidays, there were bound to be loads of tourists plaguing the scenic areas.

If it had been the old Meng Fan, he would have rather died than went to squeeze in the crowd. But it was different now. While the spots were crowded, he could go and collect some likes. He also had to continue working on his [Night Touring God] task.

Then on the fifth, he had to rush to Shanghai to meet Wu Tong for Shan Jin bro's concert.

When he got to this, a bold idea formed in his mind.

Why not tour his way from Hangzhou to Shanghai?

Hangzhou's scenic spots could be visited anytime, but the other places cannot be visited so freely.

What do people fear most when out on vacation?

Traffic!

But he didn't have to be!

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Chapter 76: Running To Shanghai

Translator: Dragon Boat Translation Editor: Dragon Boat Translation

Running to Shanghai!

This was the solution Meng Fan had thought of in a sporadic burst.

Streaming his way to Shanghai should be interesting enough.

With this gimmick and his long stream time, plus his hefty presence, it would be hard for people to not watch. Without being too hopeful, he could get at least two million views out of it.

What about the thumbs up initiative he had originally planned?

Originally, he had wanted to go to a packed scenic spot to increase the speed of his task completion.

But thinking about it, on such a golden holiday, what place has more tourists than a tourist attraction?

On the road!

There was bound to be a hoard of them stuck in traffic!

If they're stuck, isn't it just a hand gesture away to run up and give them a warm encouraging thumbs up?

As for whether it would trigger a kindness related task, Meng Fan no longer harbored any hope. Such positive energy, the system definitely wouldn't have it!

From Hangzhou to Shanghai, he would no doubt pass through many places. Every area would have its own scenic areas. Don't mention 5A rating, exploding A, or even a cheetah A is possible.

The road at night was not easy to run on, so it made sense to take the fickle netizens along.

The more he thought about it, the more reliable this idea seemed. He took out his phone and did a quick search, feeling even more reasonable.

From Hangzhou's art academy to the vicinity of the Shanghai municipal stadium was not as far as Meng Fan had subconsciously thought. In total, it was around 200 kilometers.

Today was the 30th, and tomorrow would be the first. Without counting the 5th, he still had five days.

200 kilometers in five days averaged to about one marathon a day.

If he could run 20 kilometers in the morning, 20 more in the afternoon and slow down his speed, with the help of his black magic running shoes, there shouldn't be a problem. If he ate some energy chews, he'd have no trouble running 60 kilometers a day.

"This, I can do!"

Taking out the stream assistant, he opened the navigation system. With the help of his black magic technology, Meng Fan quickly set a suitable designated route.

It wasn't probable to follow the highways, but regular roads were fine.

From Hangzhou to Shanghai, Meng Fan took into consideration the small towns and villages along the way.

The core of his plan was to reach a small village or town that could provide food every 20 kilometers. This seemed easy enough, for the areas along the road was once a prosperous area, so there wouldn't be cases of desolate land for ten miles around.

After securing a strategy, he organized his stuff and exchanged a running backpack from the equipment bar on [Travelling Deity]. He packed a few pairs of underwear into it, a sports water bottle, a towel, his charger, portable charger and his phone. Compact and simple, he didn't even need to bring his armband.

Of course, he couldn't take along his art tube.

After changing into his sportswear and sneakers, Meng Fan went downstairs and took a call. It was from his mom.

"You're not coming home for the break?"

"Mhmm, I have some business to take care of."

In fact, after his reincarnation, he was very eager to see his parents again. But he was still scared to see them. This made him feel strange and very conflicted.

"What are you so busy with? I heard you've been keeping yourself very busy."

"Isn't it good to be busy and hardworking?"

"Of course it's good, only… Did something happen to you recently kid? You're very strange!"

"Nothing really."

"You're my flesh and blood if it was nothing or not, you think I wouldn't know?!"

"…"

"Is there someone on your mind?" Meng Fan's mother couldn't resist asking.

"Heh. This probably has nothing to do with me being flesh from your body, right? Did Qin Jiao told you?"

"Who needs to tell me about this kind of thing, I blink and know!" Meng Fan's mom would never admit. "You think I don't know what you're like? How could I not know, you suddenly became so hardworking and diligent, so there must be something. The biggest possibility is that you like a girl, or a guy!"

"Mom you're so great, you even guessed right that it's a guy!"

"It's really a guy!" Meng Fan's mother sounded excited. "Then hurry bring him home, then your mama will have two sons haha!"

"Wait until I catch him before I bring him back for you."

"Then do you have enough money?"

"I'm going to a concert in Shanghai on the 5th, once it's done I'll go home for a day."

Shortly after, Meng Fan hung up the phone.

Hanging his stream assistant on his backpack, he logged into the stream server. He changed the title feature to [Too much traffic to Shanghai, let's run instead, and opened a map in the upper corner of the stream.

Begin!

He turned left onto Tang Zhi Street.

The black magic earbuds connected to his phone alerted him of a new notification. He opened the virtual screen to take a look. His mother had sent him money.

A message followed: Be generous to girls, and even more generous to boys.

Meng Fan was befuddled. Did Qin Jiao not told her? Did mom really think he liked a boy?

Better keep running.

Turning right to the academy's north street, then Zhu Si road, Zhi Jiang Road… it was already the holidays, so the streets were relatively crowded. It was impossible to run fast. It was already good to keep his speed at 7 minutes and 20-30 seconds. In about 22 minutes, he had completed three kilometers, arriving at Song Cheng.

Continuing along Zhi Jiang road, he passed ZheJiang University's campus after running 3.5 more kilometers.

Continuing forward, he reached Fu Xing road.

"Beep! You can do it! You've ran 10 kilometers, elapsed time 1 hour, 14 minutes and 37 seconds."

Forward!

There weren't many people on the stream channel, as during the holidays nobody woke up this early. The ones who did were probably going out, and not on 8th Station to watch streams.

But not many did not mean there was no one.

When Meng Fan reached the ten kilometer mark, there were already two thousand or so viewers on his channel.

"Host, are you for real?"

"From the National Art Academy to Shanghai, are you joking?"

"You're walking two hundred kilometers to get there, are you motherf*cking crazy?!"

"I'd at least believe it if you said you were biking there!"

"Waiting for the host to give up!"

"Waiting for the host to slap himself!"

"Two hundred kilometers would take you the whole holiday, wouldn't it? You can't possibly try to finish it in one go!"

"Even if he finished it in the duration of the entire holiday, that's still pretty badass! You guys have no idea what the host's capacity is like!"

"Meng boss, if you really run there, I'll gift you one smoldering smoke, at least!"

"Don't even mention finishing. If you run outside the Hangzhou borders, I'll give you one too!"

"Based on the map, it would be the equivalent of a marathon to leave the city!"𝒩𝓞𝓋𝑒𝒍𝐍𝗲xt.𝑪𝑶𝑀

"I'm betting he'll reach Tong Village!"

"If he can reach Jia Xing I'll give two smoldering smokes worth 1024!"

"Remembering the mini-marathon, I know people will lose their underwear over this again!"

"Look, there's a traffic jam up ahead!"

"Hahaha, I love it!"

"Why go roam outside when you can scan at home and play video games during a break like this?!"

"I hope the host can run a long distance, then I can see all the miserable people stuck in traffic!"

"Motherf*cker, I'm stuck in this traffic okay? Speaking of which, Meng host is pretty close to where I am!"

Ahead of Meng Fan loomed a large-scale traffic jam. The live comments in the stream began to liven up.

One of the greatest pleasures of people who stay home during the holidays is undoubtedly seeing the variety of photos of people stuck in endless traffic. Now… Haha. They get to witness it on a live stream.

This kind of jam, is just way too strong!

Tell me, what's the longest car in the world?

Traffic!

"Meng host, Meng host!"

As Meng Fan ran across the jammed vehicles with a smile on his face and did both thumbs up, someone emerged from a road nearby, scaring Meng Fan out of his skin.

"My god, it's really you!"

The 23-year-old youth with acne scattered across his face stared at Meng Fan as he approached, then proceeded to grab an armful of spicy dough sticks, chips and other snacks from his car. Smiling, he asked, "Want some?" Feeling like something was off, he took out a pack of cigarettes, then put it back in his pocket and finally decided on handing over a bottle of water.

"You don't want to be fed right?"

"Meng Fan didn't know whether to laugh or cry, then gave him a thumbs up. "I'm off. Add oil! Uhm. Traffic jams your car, not your heart… Hopefully."

'What the hell did he mean by add oil?!'

'Traffic jams your car and not your heart, who are you trying to kid you old fart!'

The boy looked at Meng Fan's disappearing figure and gave him a thumbs up. Running was indeed faster than driving!

"Hahaha, this kind of dumbass netizen must be overjoyed by today's events!"

"You must run into it more! That's your job this holiday season!"

"I'm gonna go traffic jam the host and become your sources of happiness!"

"Men, remember that the handsome beautiful man holding cup noodles waiting for Meng Fan? You will see that coming up, it is yours truly!"

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Chapter 77: Stuck in Traffic

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After encountering the traffic jam in addition to the 'aid' of that strange netizen, the live comments in the channel began to thicken. The gifts came batch after batch.

If they couldn't feed him live, might as well feed some 'spicy dough sticks' on stream!

"Ding! Congratulations! You've ran 12 kilometers, elapsed time 1 hour, 29 minutes and 26 seconds."

After reaching 12 kilometers, Meng Fan began slowing down. Even if his pace was 7 minutes and 25 seconds, 12 kilometers was enough to burn an abundant amount of energy. The journey was still long, so he stopped for a break.

12 kilometers was the optimal resting point according to his black magic running shoes.

With his running shoes, his knees and feet could all receive the best protection. The tracksuit he exchanged also protected the muscles of his body to a large extent. Along with the sweatband that regulated his body temperature, adjusting his internal and surface temperature at anytime. All ensured that he didn't get injured.

Combined, the energy consumption of each 12-kilometer segment was a crucial point in changing Meng Fan's physical condition.

If he exceeded this point, it would be difficult to compensate for energy loss within a short period of time.

He could reduce consumption, which would be best, but it would affect his mileage arrangements.

As long as he stayed within the range, through rest, food, energy and water etc, he could replenish his physical strength and invest in the next 12 kilometers with sufficient physical fitness.

His pace was set between 7 minutes and 7 minutes, 30 seconds. If he sped up, he would not be able to maintain his 12-kilometer interval.

Just like during the mini-marathon, the energy consumption from running 10 kilometers in 60 minutes far exceeded the amount needed to run 12 kilometers in 1.5 hours. Even if Meng Fan's physical ability exceeded what it was during the mini-marathon.

Of course, if he really continued running for 20 kilometers or more, even if his body could handle it, his fickle viewers would not be able to handle the psychological effects.

After slowly jogging for a while, Meng Fan obediently began to stretch and took out his sports drink bottle to replenish his water intake. He then took out his phone and feigned looking at the live comments and other content on his stream. Huffing, he spoke. "You don't say, coming out to run during the holidays is quite enjoyable."

"Hahahaha badass, he can still talk!"

"Your physical and mental enjoyment must be coming from seeing other people in traffic jams right? You're so lowly, yet I'm so loyal!"𝒩𝓞𝓋𝑒𝒍𝐍𝗲xt.𝑪𝑶𝑀

"Did you guys see the video sent by a netizen in the chat room just now?"

"I saw it! I didn't know the host looked so sturdy when he ran. Everything else aside, it's bold enough to just stick out two thumbs up with his arm flab waving!"

"Host, why did you stop? Keep going forward, I'm waiting for you just up ahead with a bowl of instant noodles!"

"There really is someone holding a bowl of ramen waiting for the host!"

"Hahaha, I see him at 666!"

"Are there this many dumbasses?"

Meng Fan chatted with his netizens as he finished stretching and began walking ahead. Looking around for something to eat, he proceeded forward another 200 meters before he saw a looming figure up ahead with a dumb smile on their face. It was a headstrong looking girl who was above average in the beauty department. "Meng Boss, want some ramen?"

Meng Fan was impressed, but at a loss for words. "This… I think I'll pass!"

"I'm just teasing you." The headstrong girl shook the bowl of ramen in her hand. It was still dry. "My parents left on vacation and ditched me at home. I saw you were passing my apartment, so I got a bowl of ramen to toy with you. Are you hungry? I'm familiar with everything here, I'll take you around."

"That, I can do."

Having left at eight in the morning, it was already nearing ten and he was hungry. Conveniently, he had passed by a place with food, so there was not much to argue.

"Pretty girl, do you understand how much Meng boss can eat? He will bankrupt you!"

"Hahaha, the pretty girl seems very headstrong!"

"All the other streamers want C rated fans, but Meng host is different. Meng host wants fried noodles, two portions, extra-large!" *

In Chinese the term for fans sounds like noodles*

"Another feeder hahaha, Meng fatty has to lose weight!"

The headstrong girl greeted the viewers through his stream assistant, then lead Meng Fan to a small restaurant nearby. She was obviously very familiar for it was only ten o clock, but on her word, the boss lady had already brought out four dishes and a soup. The service was quick, and the food was delicious.

Only after chatting did he realize that this was a famous store. Its staple dish was the braised pork hock. Very often, people would fly over just to have a taste of it.

This small restaurant didn't provide lunch, as it opened at three in the afternoon. At 1:00 pm, people would begin lining up.

If the headstrong girl hadn't been there, he'd have to keep dreaming.

After eating to 60% capacity, Meng Fan forcibly put down his chopsticks and left to go to the bathroom. He grabbed the bill along the way.

"That's not cool man!"

The store was only so big, so the headstrong girl had seen him paid the bill. She rolled her eyes at Meng Fan and threw a C spot halo in the stream room.

—SuRuuuuuu gifted a C spot halo in channel 131225, come help the host level up to C spot, you might get rewarded.

"Pretty girl is headstrong indeed!"

The live comments started up again. At this time, the number of viewers began to rise.

Presently, there were about 18,000 viewers watching.

During the holidays and morning, the amount of people watching his stream was considerably high.

Once he left the restaurant, Meng Fan continued down his set road and digested as he walked.

The pretty girl naturally did not follow, and with a chic turn of her body headed back home. She was very dissatisfied with Meng Fan for stealing the bill when she had wanted to feed him.

Meng Fan had walked for ten minutes when he'd finished digesting. He did not continue running but found a cafe instead.

"I'm going to rest for half an hour and keep running, need to charge up."

He said to the netizens in his stream and went offline.

Was it not okay to just keep the stream on?

Of course not.

After disconnecting, he waited for half an hour to start up the stream again. Because he had disconnected, the twenty thousand viewers who had been present counted for another 20,000 views.

After half an hour, he began to run. Every 12 kilometers he would take a break and rest up before running. He repeated this three times and ran 36 kilometers, counting the distance he had walked in between. His total mileage was over 40 kilometers. He had successfully entered Yuhang.

During this time, he encountered 4 large scale traffic jams and was intercepted by fickle netizens 13 times. Some even formed groups to see him!

Passing a hotel that seemed reasonably priced, Meng Fan went offline. "Let me find a place to shower and rest. At night I'll take you on a tour around TangQi ancient town."

"Host you're so hardworking, you have to find a pretty girl to give you a massage!"

"I'm at Yuhang hahaha, I'm gonna go to his hotel and block the host!"

"The netizen above should contact me, I'm also in Yuhang, let's go together!"

"I'll wait for you guys in the ancient town!"

Meng Fan logged off and entered the hotel and checked in a room. Once he entered his room, the first thing he did was to take a shower.

After showering, it was a little awkward.

He had only brought underwear, but no clothes.

It'll have to do!

Meng Fan washed his tracksuit. Although his black magic tracksuit couldn't be dirtied, he still felt slightly uncomfortable leaving it as is.

He washed it and shook it out. Within seconds, it was dry.

Nap time!

He set an alarm and crashed into the bed.

2 hours later, he was awakened by the rumbling in his stomach. He got dressed and headed out.

As he opened the door, he found a small card had been inserted underneath.

What time is it now that they are so professional?

Going downstairs and exiting the hotel, he was prepared to find something to eat nearby, when he was blocked once again.

"I haven't even started streaming yet, how did you guys know I was coming?"

"Meng boss, you can't hide from us!"

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Chapter 78: Run, Fatty Run!

Translator: Dragon Boat Translation Editor: Dragon Boat Translation

There was more than one person "blocking" Meng Fan. Five in total, there was an interesting boy to girl ratio of three girls and two guys.

He thought back to his experience of being "blocked' during the day. It seems there were quite a lot of girls who followed him. Could it be there were more female netizens on his channel than guys?

Both boys were pretty good looking. They were clean, exuding positivity as they smiled. One was tall, the other was slightly chubby.

But compared to the three girls, they could be considered weak!

Not saying these three girls were groundbreakingly attractive, but they were enough to be considered online streamers. Their figures were all characteristically unique. One was petite, one was tall, and the other had an incredible bust size. What was groundbreaking was their apparel.

Too little? Sexy? Lolita? Big coats?

No.

All three wore denim shorts with a T-shirt. The most impressive were these three T-shirts and the text on them.

One said "Where is Meng Fatty?", the other "Meng Fatty Run!", and another said, "Meng Fatty Save me!".

The most terrifying was that they were holding signs? The sign read "Meng Fatty Look Here!", and it even lights up!

Were they afraid he wouldn't see them when he left?

Do they have to be like this?!

Meng Fan looked at them, not knowing whether to laugh or cry. "Is this an airport pickup arrangement?"

The tall girl appeared to be calm and happy. "Feeling unexpected? surprised?"

Meng Fan thought about it and felt only one proverb was fitting in this situation. "Unexpectedly flattered."

The focus was mainly on 'unexpectedly'.

"How about let's put this stuff away first?"

Meng Fan was dizzy, just looking at the glowing signs.

"Help Meng boss!"

Two of them approached to say hello, feeling rather satisfied.

It was only after conversing with them that he realized they didn't come together.

The two guys said they were headed to TangQi historical town to visit at night, and lived close, so they headed over along the way.

The three girls had said they were from the Tang Qi village. And upon hearing that Meng Fan was night touring at Tang Qi, they immediately arrived from the small town.

After their introductions, it was slightly awkward. Meng Fan's stomach cleverly rumbled at this time. Smiling, he said, "Uhm, have you guys eaten?"

The two guys nodded.

The three girls all shook their heads. "We came as soon as you went offline, how could we have time to eat? It's already so late, do you still plan on running to Tang Qi? It's more than 10 kilometers! How about we go eat in town? There's not much food near here," said the tall girl.

"Then let's go eat in town," he responded.

The chubby guy spoke up. "We drove here, we can drive over."

Meng Fan was stunned for a moment. Following in the direction, the chubby guy was pointing to a Volkswagen beetle not much bigger than a smart car.

Remembering the terror of being squashed, Meng Fan had prepared to refuse him immediately, until the tall girl spoke up domineeringly. "How can Meng Fatty fit in your car?" She then turned to Meng Fan and said, "We also drove here, come with us, it's really spacious."

Meng Fan looked over and smiled bitterly. "Hey sis, you're not playing me are you?"

"Of course not! Oh, you think we drove a smart car?"

The tall girl walked up to the smart car and reached out to pat the side of the vehicle next to it, a newly washed Wuling van. "This is our car."

"You're this overpowered?"

Meng Fan paused and gave them a big thumbs up.

He had followed the direction where she pointed to the two cars, a smart car and an SUV. Immediately, he had deemed the smart car to be theirs. He didn't expect that they had actually drove a Wuling van.

What was even more unthinkable was that the driver wasn't the tall girl, but the petite girl with a sweet smile.

"I'm taking off now," the petite girl reminded everyone in a gentle voice after Meng Fan stepped into the vehicle. Then fierce as a tiger, she shifted the car to third gear and sped off.

"Uhm, were you guys afraid that I wouldn't fit, so you prepared this car?"

After driving some distance, Meng Fan, whose liver was undergoing a process of extreme fibrillation, decided to start a conversation to divert his attention.

"Nope. It's Xiao Rou's car that she uses to receive shipments."

"Shipments?"

"Yup. The three of us run an inn in Tang Qi's historical town. Aside from providing living accommodations, we also buy some crafts, such as cultural t-shirts and stuff. The shirts we're wearing were actually printed before we came here. The font was designed by You Rong. Oh right, I'm like you, I study art as well."

Once they arrived at Tang Qi historical town, there was still a lot of cars on the way. But the petite girl, Xiao Rong was still going full throttle and her foot was pressed against the gas pedal, using the Wuling van's abilities to its maximum performance. It didn't matter how much traffic, or how tight, as she cleared a bloody road ahead. In 15 minutes or so, in one spiritual drift, she had swung into a parking spot.

Someone had been eyeing the parking spot for a while, but after adjusting several times and preparing to reverse in, it was stolen in a blink.

The uncle in the car was prepared to start a fit of rage, but upon seeing a petite girl come out from the driver's seat, he hesitated.

"Sorry, sorry."

The petite girl, Xiao Rou dismounted the vehicle and started to apologize to the uncle. "I saw the position of your car and thought you were leaving. Uhm, when the people on my car get off, I'll drive it out for you."𝒩𝓞𝓋𝑒𝒍𝐍𝗲xt.𝑪𝑶𝑀

The uncle was completely speechless. 'Are all small girls who drive this are ferocious nowadays?' He then laughed. "I was actually just leaving."

He stepped on the gas and got out of there.

The two girls did not seem surprised by this, despite Meng Fan's jaw-dropping expression. He fully understood what the uncle had been feeling.

"Come on, the roast duck across from our inn tastes superb." The tall girl leads Meng Fan ahead as she continued. "Their ducks are raised freely in the nearby fields. I often see them. Who knows, maybe I'll recognize the duck we're eating tonight."

Meng Fan was thoroughly impressed.

'I'm an otaku and a homebody that doesn't go outside. Are girls all this hardcore nowadays?'

"Hey, what about those two other guys?"

Meng Fan remembered the two guys. Not long after they had set out, the beetle they were driving had been immediately left in the dust.

"Oh those guys, based on the road conditions, they'll probably be in another half an hour. I added them on Wechat. I'll send them a location. Anyways, they had already eaten, so we can eat while we wait for them. This way, can you see it? Guang Ji bridge us up ahead. A few years ago, the Beijing-Hangzhou canal was approved, so this bridge is quite famous. The restaurant is across from the bridge."

The tall girl walked as she acted as a tour guide for Meng Fan. "If you came earlier, the entire lake was covered in lilies, extending as far as you can see. It's incredible! Look there, isn't the night view gorgeous? Way prettier than Wuzhen and Zhou Zhuang. When you go to those historical towns, all you see are people, but here all you see is beautiful scenery!"

Meng Fan knew that this area had been commercialized, but not too extremely. It attracted a relatively smaller audience and was light and airy. The night view was beautiful indeed. He had been to other historical towns, but they all paled in comparison to the sereness he experienced here. It was more suitable for purely visiting.

"But you guys run an inn, so wouldn't you want more tourists?" Meng Fan asked a tacky question.

The tall girl laughed domineeringly. "Our inn only has six rooms, which are booked full everyday. It doesn't matter to us how many visitors come and go. If there are more tourists, we would just sell more crafts. If less, we would sell less. It doesn't really impact us, and we don't rely on it."

Meng Fan didn't care if she was bluffing or not and gave her a huge thumbs up. "Badass!"

"We're alright." the tall girl seemed like she suddenly remembered something. "How come you're not streaming yet? I made a bet with the brethren in the group chats, promising I'll block you. If I lose, we'd have to let them stay at our inn for three days for free."

"What happens if you win?" Meng Fan was curious.

The tall girl was very domineering. "If I win, then I become the boss lady of the group."

Meng Fan could only give her another thumbs up. "Badass!"

The tall girl spoke again. "But there's another condition. You have to stay at our inn tonight."

"Ding! You've unlocked task [ Open for All ]."

"Task requires you to accept 3 invitations to stay overnight by someone of the opposite gender."

"Upon completion, you will receive achievement title [ Open for All ] (Fertility 1, Bad luck 1)

Meng Fan was dumbfounded. What in hell is the meaning of this title?!

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Chapter 79: Speed Racer

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Bad luck 1!

This attribute reward scared Meng Fan out of his skin.

This was undoubtedly a metaphysical property!

Previously, [Wealth Distribution Cherub] required a total transfer amount of 1,000,000 before he could receive 1 luck. From his experience with metaphysical attributes such as validation and 'smile appeal' these last few days, Meng Fan was way too clear as to how much this bad luck 1 really meant.

If he actually got it, it would be much more horrifying than 1 "luck".𝓃𝗈𝔳𝑒𝒍𝓷𝑒xt.𝐂𝗈𝗆

Looking closely at the achievement task, Meng Fan understood very well the troubles brought about by 'taking everything you are offered without understanding what it is'. Bad luck for sure is one of the products.

If you want to be a good person and never refuse, then trouble and bad luck will find you at your door.

But he did not understand, the tall girl had only invited him to live at their inn. How could it trigger him to be 'Open to All'. What's even scarier was that somehow staying at an inn had been combined with fertility!

Did something have to happen between them if he was just staying at her inn?

System, how screwed up can you get? How twisted are your morals?!

When Mr. Lu Xun had spoken of "Seeing short sleeves, one will think of fair-skinned arms, you will think of the whole body and then thinking of their reproductivity. Then you will begin to think of sexual relations and then miscallaneous relations. Then you will think of illegitimate children." This was directed at you, you stupid System!

During the [A Good Person] task, you couldn't even figure out if the rejection was real or not, how can you be so diligent now? Can your imagination even comprehend this level?

Or do you have selective amnesia?

Did you hear "stay over tonight" and forget the words "at our inn" that came after?!

Or do you not f*cking know what an inn is?!

Does fertility 1 attract people?

This was obviously a property acquired by men and women all over the world. Fertility indicates the strength of their reproductive organs and their ability to bear offspring, including a series of physiological phenomena and many performance indicators!

But bad luck 1, This sounds like something everyone wants to avoid!

Reproductive powers could be enhanced through exercise and other medical means and external forces, but bad luck can't be canceled by other means. Even if he wasn't sure if luck 1 will offset the bad luck 1, who could trust metaphysics?

What happens if you increase your fertility and you hear a knock on your door when you are practicing. Even if you were licensed and it was a misunderstanding, it would still be terrifying, let alone non-licensed events that might appear!

If someone was unlucky enough, you could get water stuck in your teeth. Who knows what else could happen?

Even if there were no external disruptions, heh. Bad luck already had a metaphysical trigger. You could be counted as lucky if you pulled a muscle, but what if you accidentally snapped your instrument…?

Du Mu's 'Red Cliff' was written well. If you hurt yourself and become infertile, you will basically become thrash. Picking it up, washing it, and identifying who it belonged to in all of the three kingdoms would be useless. Even if the east wind did not assist General Zhou Yu and allowed you to lock Da Qiao inside the Tong Que Terrace, it would not matter if minister Cao Cao cannot perform.

"I won't stay at your inn tonight!"

Thinking of this, Meng Fan immediately rejected her proposal. It would be troublesome if the system mistook his hesitation as acceptance.

Meng Fan was intent on his refusal, taking extra care to articulate the words 'no'. He was afraid the system wouldn't hear him.

The task required him to "accept 3 invitations from three different same aged individuals of the opposite gender". Simply put, he has to accept invitations to stay overnight from three different girls.

Aren't there three girls in front of him right now? What if he agrees and the system charged him for three full turns? There wouldn't even be room for him to recover!

The three girls in front of him were evidently not the same age as Meng Fan. They were probably one to three years older than him. If they unlocked the task, then it seems this 'same age' not only refers to people of the same age but similar ages as well. As for the limit for youngest to oldest, Meng Fan still was unsure.

It's not clearly written!

What if the difference was three years, five or six?

A six-year difference shouldn't count as same age people… right?

Regardless, it's good to be careful.

Only two chances to screw up!

What a troll system!

"Uhm, I already booked a hotel room back there," Meng Fan explained. "I'm going to head back tonight, tomorrow I have to keep running from where I stopped today."

"We have a place for you to stay for free. Let Xiao Rou drive you back tomorrow." The tall girl was not one to give up easily. "What, are you scared that we'll do something to you?"

Meng Fan wasn't afraid of what she would do, but what the system would do!

"Uhm, I have something to do when I get back." Meng Fan couldn't give in. "If you lose your bet it's on me, I'll cover the cost of their stay."

"Do you think I care about the money?" The tall girl was somewhat upset but curtly waved her hand. "Fine fine, since you're busy, I won't trouble you. Then let's agree, tonight we will treat you. Don't think about paying the bill like earlier. Also, before you stream, you have to tell your netizens that you promise to let us buy you dinner."

Meng Fan waited for a while and when no tasks were triggered, he nodded with confidence.

Logging on the stream, they entered the restaurant and ordered the dishes. The duck was not bad and Meng Fan ate a lot. In the end, he compliantly let the tall girl take the bill.

After paying the bill, the distraught on her face disappeared completely. She happily waved the receipt at the camera and said, "All of you who made a bet with me, can you see? Meng boss didn't fight for the bill with me, you lost!"

Meng Fan paused for a moment. "Wait, you guys bet on who would get the bill? Do you need to set a trap so deep?"

"Picked one out of two."

The tall girl smiled and held up a peace sign.

Not long after dinner, Meng Fan collected what he could from here for the [Night Touring God] task, then headed to another scenic spot near Tang Qi historical town to hang out.

With the three young ladies and the two other netizens that arrived later—the six people hung out as they streamed, all while having a good time.

Halfway through, the girls Xiao Rou and You Rong had some business at the inn and left first.

They hung out until 11 o'clock when Meng Fan had collected three [Night Touring God] points before stopping. If he kept at it, he would probably end up staying here.

What was interesting was that the two boys ended up staying, living at the inn ran by the three girls.

After logging off, the number of viewers watching his night touring stream, his running stream and the ones counted during his logging on and off. The count was not as high as if he had remained connected, but he did not seek steady viewers, just total views—all counted together, the total number of viewers for the day had reached an astounding 470,000!

Now, the total viewers for [Famous Streamer] was at 1,680,000.

But compared to the task phase 4 requirement of 10,000,000, he was still miles away.

However, he was at 3,200,000 for [Real•Adoration Fever]. The task required five million praises, and once he reached it, he could buy the hat that makes his sense of validation disappear.

"Host, I'll drive you."

Knowing he was about to leave, the inn's petite girl Xiao Rou headed over. Meng Fan held onto his rumbling stomach as he got into her car, arriving at the hotel twelve minutes later.

"Bye."

The petite girl Xiao Rou cleanly and briskly stepped on the gas and flew off. Meng Fan sent a Wechat 10 minutes later, saying she had arrived.

Although his night owl capabilities were increased, after the 36 kilometers run and staying out so late, Meng Fan felt the sleepiness hit after showering.

The next morning, he got up rather early. It wasn't even 5:00 am yet when the young lady at the concierge processed Meng Fan's check out documents with her eyes half closed.

The hotel provided breakfast, but not at this hour. Meng Fan inquired with the concierge lady and found some grub at the nearby breakfast stall. He walked around for a bit and logged into the stream at 5:30, starting his run.

At this hour, there were few netizens in the live channel and when the viewers hit a thousand, Meng Fan had already finished his first 12 kilometers on his first break. It was only seven or so in the morning.

After the sun came out, the fickle netizens in the stream began to multiply. The number of cars on the roads also began to increase.

He walked and rested for about an hour, then continued running at 8:00.

After the second 12 kilometers, Meng Fan had entered the market town of Tong Xiang city, around 10:00.

It wasn't easy to find a restaurant at this time and after searching around, he only managed to find a desert store. After two bowls of beef noodles, Meng Fan found another small hotel to take a nap and then continued running at 1:00 pm.

About five kilometers out, two motorcycles suddenly flew through the traffic on the road. Riding on one of the back seats was the camera guy with tattooed arms, while the other back seat, sat a woman with a microphone.

The camera and the mic were both pointed at Meng Fan.

What's going on?

Meng Fan thought they were speed racers!

The short-haired woman said, "Hello, we're reporters from the Qian Tang evening news. Can we interview you?"

The cameraman with tattooed arms rubbed his chin at Meng Fan. "Bro, we've met, do you remember? At Xi Zi lake's mini marathon."

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Chapter 80: News Figure

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"Reporter?"

"Interview?"

"Mini-marathon?"

Meng Fan looked at the tattooed arm and some of his memory returned. He had been one of the cameramen for the event, frequently directing his camera at Meng Fan. But this guy was pretty interesting, always rubbing his chin at people. Coupled with the 'tattooed arms guy', who said that one should avoid exposing their skin and wear an ice sleeve or something, he had left quite a deep impression on Meng Fan.

"I remember."

Meng Fan nodded but continued to run.

He was now on the Hu Rui line, only a bit more than 5 kilometers away from the Shanghai market town, and 17 or 18 kilometers away from the Mu Tong village area.

There were quite a lot of people on the roads, with large amounts of vehicles passing through the section to JiaXing, Shanghai, and Wuzhen, slightly north of Mu Tong township. During the national holiday, it was normal for there to be on so much traffic.

Meng Fan speculated after running 1.5 kilometers that the cars had not moved much at all. In front of him, seven or eight aunties had seen the unmoving traffic and left their cars as they headed outside the road railing while starting to practice the latest square dance routines and burn their calories.

It's so uncomfortable to sit in a car so it's best to exercise. It would also help to breathe some life into the surrounding people. After all, traffic can jam one's car but not one's heart.

"Burn all my calories!"

From an auntie's cell phone burst out—the most countryside and tacky sounding yodel inspired Meng Fan and sparked his interest. He quickly stuck up his thumbs in approval to the group of aunties who worshipped them in silence.

"Interviewing them would be much more interesting than interviewing me."

His pacing was not bad, after only running 5 kilometers, his breathing was steady and was able to maintain a conversation with ease.

However, Meng Fan wasn't particularly happy to be interviewed. Last time, during the mini-marathon, the interviews had been for charity and public interest so he was willing to cooperate.

"That? We've already seen too much of it."

The short-haired reporter was not ready to let go of Meng Fan. They had painstakingly caught up to him from Hangzhou, under the poisonous blazing sun.

In the early days, square dancing during traffic jams used to provide some entertainment for people. Nowadays, at most, it would be shared on Weibo with friends and was no longer fresh and exciting.

But Meng Fan was different.

From Hangzhou to Shanghai, he was basically the only newsworthy figure.

Along with his body shape, he could qualify as first-class news!

Moreover, including his ten thousand HXB donation during the mini-marathon, it would be a news piece radiating with positive energy during the October 1st holiday!

On this trip, she hoped to dig out some other newsworthy material, like what the chubby guy's purpose for running all the way from Hangzhou to Shanghai and why he would choose to run there, etc. These were all key points for her interview.

"Hello, we just want to do a simple interview with you, it won't take too much time. Of course, if you want to talk more, we can also stop to chat."

The short-haired journalist had a good attitude, she couldn't rudely force Meng Fan to accept her interview.

Of course, another important reason was she also knew that Meng Fan had been streaming and had garnered a large online presence as well.

They too learned about Meng Fan through his live streams and were able to locate him through his channel.

"Holy cow, there are reporters trying to interview Meng fatty?! Meng fatty's gonna be famous!"

"Hahaha, why does it sound like Meng Fan wants to reject them?!"

"Did they just say they were from Qian Tang evening news? This is the only provincial level evening report in all of Zhejiang province!"

"But it's not from the happy camp, have a bad review!"

"Evening news heading: Young boy's family is in a state of heavy debt and flees from Hangzhou!"

"No, it should be: Obese teenager is not satisfied with his body and crazily seeking weight loss. After hearing 'Burn my calories' on the road, he decided to try it out himself!"

"Shocking! Hundreds of thousands of netizens witness a youth madly abusing himself!"

"Astounding! In a traffic jam during the holidays, a youth dares to do this!"

"Hey! New game mode for the holidays, attracting people to worship them!"𝓃𝗈𝔳𝑒𝒍𝓷𝑒xt.𝐂𝗈𝗆

"Shocking! Why did this youth suddenly become fearful of cars?"

"Incredible! He has to do this more than twice a day, taking an hour or more each time!"

"I can't look! Under the broad daylight, a youth's gasp sounds like this!"

"Jesus Christ, are you guys all from the UC shock department?"

"666!"

"666!"

"The live comments are too f*cking talented!"

Meng Fan occasionally looked at the live comments through his visual interface. But at the moment, he didn't have time to see it so he had no idea that his stream channel had come to the UC shock department. As for the short-haired aunty requesting an interview, Meng Fan didn't acknowledge her either. He was busy looking at the newly unlocked achievement task.

"Ding! You've unlocked a new achievement task [News Figure]."

"Mission requires completion of the three tasks below."

"Upon completion, you will receive achievement title [News Figure] (Validation 10, Charm 10)"

This was the first time Meng Fan had encountered a mission that was divided into three subtasks, rather than phases.

Subtask 1: As a news figure, be interviewed 10 times by local news agencies. Reward: Points 100, validation 1, charm 1.

Subtask 2: As a news figure, be interviewed 10 times by national news agencies. Reward: Points 1000, validation 2, charm 2.

Subtask 3: As a news figure, be interviewed 10 times by famous international news agencies. Reward: Points 10000, validation 3, charm 3.

There was no order for completing the subtasks. Once the number of times he completes the achieved requirement, he will receive the corresponding reward.

It came with no equipment.

This achievement task in Meng Fan's opinion was more difficult than [I am a Champion] and could be considered as an S-tiered task.

This so-called task tier had been devised by Meng Fan himself in order of the difficulty of completion and was not provided by the system.

[I am a Champion] had been divided into the SS tier by Meng Fan. It was a hopeless task in his lifetime.

S-Level tasks are tasks unlikely to be completed even after a repeated effort.

In addition, Meng Fan had also divided his A tier tasks, such as [Travelling Deity] and [Famous Streamer]. These counted as tasks that he could complete in his lifetime if he worked hard.

Anything below A tier wasn't difficult and could be completed over short terms, now or in the near future.

This [News Figure] task could be counted as an S tier task. However, the title was still rather powerful, validation 10, charm 10!

Although the metaphysical sense of existence was quite scary, Meng Fan was still very wary of it. But now that his process for [Real • Adoration Fever] had been going great, he would be able to attain the 'presence erasing' hat soon. Once he receives it, then he could basically void all the negative aspects that come with the validation attribute.

Even if negative effects still existed, at least he'd have 10 charm to fall back on. He'd sucked up his pride and accepted this already.

So far, the experience from the three task phases of [Famous Streamer] had provided Meng Fan with 3 charm in addition to the smile appeal, the effect was quite obvious. All else aside, the gatekeeper grandpa and the dormitory manager lady wouldn't fake their attitude towards him. And thinking about it, the fickle netizens he had been running past and 'blocking' him weren't just coincidental either. Can you say that it had absolutely nothing to do with his increased charm?

If he really completed this task and gained 16 charm and received the 12 charm from [Famous Streamer, then his charm would skyrocket! Then the world he sees would be the same as the world from Daniel Wu's perspective… right?

"This is my honor!"

Meng Fan fully demonstrated the fickle side of men, revealing a brilliant smile to the journalist lady. "Let's stop up ahead then, there's shade."

As he spoke, Meng Fan slowed down, pretending to drink water as he snuck an energy chew into his mouth. He quickly adjusted his breathing to restore some physical strength and made his entire personality seemed more lively. Who knows, maybe he had to take a photo. It was better to be more photogenic—as it could increase the possibility of passing the final review.

Meng Fan knew that interviews did not necessarily mean that he would make the publication.

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Chapter 81: Catch That Thief

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The reporter and her party had tried to contact Meng Fan before they arrived. Unfortunately, even if they had his phone number, they wouldn't be able to get through. Meng Fan didn't even accept their WeChat add, so they could only follow the tattooed man's suggestion and follow his stream to gain his whereabouts.

To be completely honest, they were prepared to be rejected by Meng Fan.

After all, not everyone in the world was willing to be in the newspaper, even if they were looking to make a name through their stream.

Originally, Meng Fan was cool and unwilling to acknowledge them, but upon hearing they were from the Qian Tang evening news, it had turned his attitude 180 degrees. This made the reporter lady quite happy.

She did not remember that she had disclosed her status the moment she arrived, or if she had thought of it. She still assumed Meng Fan changed his mind after knowing her status being from Qian Tang evening news. Or else, it was because he was familiar with the man with tattooed arms.

All in all, it was beyond great that Meng Fan was willing to cooperate with the interview.

The two motorcycles snaked through the traffic jam and stopped at the place Meng Fan had pointed to. After he arrived, they formally began the interview.

They already knew Meng Fan's name, and that he was a student at the national art academy, but still briefed over it before beginning the first real question. "Why do you choose this method of travel during the holidays?"

"I'm afraid of the traffic."

Meng Fan felt that he had to maintain a positive attitude. He smiled then continued, "Of course, even with the traffic, it should only take a day to get to Shanghai. The reason I chose to run is actually quite simple. I usually live stream myself running, and I was going to Shanghai anyway, so I decided to run there. There's no traffic, and I can sightsee and visit the whole way there. It's a good exercise as well."

"I'm sure some of the netizens from my stream can't travel during the holidays. At least, I can take them out and lighten their moods and visit a few sites. Like last night, we toured Tang Qi historical town at night and took the netizens to sightsee the evening scenery. Tang Qi is really beautiful indeed. It's serene and suitable for leisurely holidays. There's also a lot of good food…"

The short-haired reporter felt blessed when Meng Fan began speaking like a tour guide boasting about Tang Qi. Didn't everyone say he didn't talk during his streams? Based on that, he should be terrible at conversing, yet why did he feel like someone who was a chatter?

"Tang Qi historical town was indeed a beautiful place to visit." The short-haired reporter quickly took over and completed Meng Fan's sentence and proceeded with the second question, "You said you were planning to go to Shanghai. Is it convenient to disclose your purpose?"

"Of course." Meng Fan smiled. "I'm going to Shanghai to watch Shan Jin bro's concert on the 5th."

Su Qing Cen was Meng Fan's favorite female singer. Of course, he was willing to spill the beans regarding his favorite artist.

"Shan Ji bro? Is Chen Xiao Chun having a concert?" The short-haired reporter asked.

Meng Fan waved his hand. "Su Qing Cen, everyone likes to call her Shan Jin bro."

"Oh, right right. It seems this nickname is quite popular these days," the short-haired lady said awkwardly as she shifted the topic with a third question.

The next few questions dug out all the information she could, so in the end, she decided to gamble a bit. "I understand, you previously participated in a mini-marathon charity event at XiZi lake. I also understand that you donated a large sum of money. Can you tell us how you felt at the time?"

"Participating in the mini-marathon was for charity." Meng Fan remained modest. "As for the donation, it wasn't actually all from me. I had streamed the process of me running the marathon, and my fickle netizens were very warmhearted, and they were also concerned about public welfare, so they donated an ample amount of gifts which in turn I donated."

"Like this time, I have the running APP's "one meter for one grain" charity event linked on my stream, so every time I finish a meter, a grain of rice is donated to an area in need. Of course, I have been running and streaming this time as well, and netizens have donated a lot of gifts during the process too. I will donate the funds to Shan Jin's charity fund once I get to Shanghai."

With this as a closer, the interview came full circle to a satisfying conclusion.

The interview was over, but the hot discussion taking over the stream was far from over.

"Sh*t, Meng fatty is going to Shanghai to see Shan Jin bro's concert! Jealous!"

"Meng host has good taste. He actually likes Shan Jin bro just like me!"

"Hahahaha. I'm also going to Shan Jin bro's concert on the 5th!"

"I'm so jealous of you guys who actually got tickets!"

"Mother f*cker! Meng fatty is too positive. He is donating again!"

"I'm new here, and I'm curious. Did the host actually donate?"

"Same here, I am doubtful! The host is a bit too fake, or like he wants to climb the ladder!"

"It seems like you are ignorant of the innocence of Meng boss!"

"Climb the ladder? No sh*t, why else would he stream?"

"The host never asks for gifts and even contributed his own money to charity. If he wasn't trying to become famous, then why else? To be happy?"

"Did the anchor really donate like he said he would?"

"So many small gifts to go!"

Meng Fan ended the interview and looked at the live comments. He couldn't quite understand what was going on.

After enduring so many threats from the metaphysical attributes, Meng Fan decided he had to complete the task of [Wealth Distribution Cherub]. If he could make his own money and finish it, that would be even better.𝓃𝗈𝔳𝑒𝒍𝓷𝑒xt.𝐂𝗈𝗆

It was hard to donate one million at once, but little by little, it wouldn't hurt.

After receiving several small gifts, five C spot halos suddenly continuously appeared in his stream. The number of online viewers suddenly shot up to 80,000.

Continuing to run, Meng Fan discovered after two kilometers that his viewer count wasn't going down. According to the principles behind the C spot halo, people should have been leaving, but how did the number of online users breakthrough 100,000?!

After carefully looking at the live stream, he realized the reason. Some netizens had temporarily mentioned that his stream had been featured on the homepage.

He used the virtual interface to see the 8th station homepage. It was true, his link was in a good spot; no wonder so many people were coming in.

This time, Meng Fan stopped after 11 or so kilometers.

Currently, it was 3:30; and Meng Fan had already run 40 kilometers!

He had reached Fengming street in the Mutong township. He didn't continue heading into the town and logged off the stream after stretching to find a hotel nearby to rest.

Two hours later, Meng Fan found a restaurant to stop by and opened the stream again. He took a taxi north toward Wu Zhen. Tonight's night tour location would be there.

Wu Zhen was 20 kilometers away from the hotel Meng Fan was staying at. After ten minutes of driving out, the car stopped.

What happened?

Traffic!

This put a smile on the faces of the fickle netizens in the stream!

Something like traffic jams couldn't be so easily avoided. How naïve!

Although the time stuck in traffic was not long, and with pauses in between, it still only took him 40 minutes to arrive at Wu Zhen.

During the traffic jam, Meng Fan saw his [News Figure] subtask progress increased to 1/10. He guessed that he had successfully been released by the 'Qian Tang evening news'.

Wuzhen was a 5A scenic spot and one of the six main ancient towns south of the Yangtze River. One of the golden 20 forecast spots in the country, it had many tourists, regardless of holiday or not.

Wu Zhen was quite different from Tang Qi historical town, for it was difficult to experience serenity there.

Meng Fan personally preferred the night scene in Tang Qi more.

But he did appreciate the hoards of people here. People mountain people sea, it couldn't be more perfect for gaining likes!

Entering the west gate, he stayed until the lights turned off at 10:30 pm. He visited the Mao Dun memorial hall, Bai Lian pagoda temple, and the floating market on the water, forcibly completing three more experience points for [Night Touring God].

Counting these three attractions, Meng Fan was at 11 scenic sites, completing the task phase 2 requirement of 10 sites visited. He gained 10 achievement points, 1 night owl abilities, and 1 observational skills.

After the 1 observational skills, Meng Fan felt the change. For example, he could now accurately measure the size of things, and the probability of discovering a wandering hand was much higher than before.

Alright, this was not a great experience!

"Catch that thief!"

Meng Fan could not let it go, and in one tiger pounce, he pressed the scum to the ground.

The girls felt something was not right and moved aside, but the scum dared to obliviously wander past them. He was confident that the seemingly introverted girl would not scream.

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Chapter 82: Firmly Convinced

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With Meng Fan's figure and sense of validation, plus the amazing scream and the stunning tackle, the crowds brushing back and forth immediately grouped up to see the commotion.

As they got closer, they were even more stunned.

The girl who looked introverted was petrified, clutching her collar with eyes wide open.

As for the scum who had been tackled by Meng Fan, the pounce had not been soft. With his weight, the thief's entire body felt numb after being tackled to the ground, as if he had been hit by a heavy object falling from the sky. It took him about a second to react and wave his arms in the air, screaming and yelling. "Ahh ahh ahhh!!"

He was unable to speak in full sentences.

"Thief? What's the situation?"

"There really are thieves here!?"

"This guy doesn't look like good news!"

"Aiyo, look at him with his mousey eyes!"

"This chubby guy is pretty brave!"

"Heh, it must be painful to be squashed like that!"

The spectators began pointing fingers and giving commentary. With Meng Fan's appearance and the charm bonus, plus the scummy features of the thief, 8 out of 10 people had chosen to believe that the wretched man was a thief.

"Young lady, hurry and check what he stole!"

An auntie had noticed that the scumbag that was being squashed had been brushing back and forth against the introverted girl, quickly reminding her.

"What?"

The introverted girl was still stunned. She knew what the scumbag had done to her, but he wasn't a thief, but the current situation… She wasn't sure if this big chubby man had mistaken this scumbag as a thief, or had deliberately tackled him because he had seen what actually happened.

This made her very conflicted.

This fatty had good intentions though!

If she had said she wasn't robbed, it would be difficult to explain; but if she lied, it would be a false accusation!

As for being violated, the introverted girl was not likely going to tell; she even feared to mention it!

"I'm not a thief!"

At this time, the scumbag who had been squashed under Meng Fan began to scream, pain resonating from his voice.

"You're not just because you said so?" Meng Fan adjusted his position, not giving him a chance to break free.

"I'm really not a thief! I didn't steal anything!" The scumbag pointed at the introverted girl and continued, "If you don't believe me, ask her! What did I steal?!"

The people present all looked toward the introverted girl. Her face flushed red in an instant.

The girl seemed a bit scared. "H… he didn't steal anything from me!"

"Young girl, you didn't even check to see what you lost before saying that, look carefully." The aunt next to her frowned slightly.

The introverted girl frantically rummaged through her bag and shook her head. "No, no."

Meng Fan looked at her and asked calmly, "Really nothing?"

"No, he really didn't!"

The introverted girl was certain Meng Fan saw what the scumbag had done to violate her. With guilt and panic in her eyes, she looked to Meng Fan as if pleading for help. She still did not want to disclose what the scumbag did to her.

Flustered, she shook her hand. She paused for a moment before turning to leave!

The auntie saw her go and let out a sigh.

Meng Fan remained calm. To be honest, he felt the anger in his belly, but he had respected the girl's decision and did not mention him violating her at all.

Even if it had been just a wandering hand, not all people would be willing to speak up, let alone regarding sexual assault.

He had seen several news articles where girls who screamed rape had announced it and been called 'shameless' and desperate by the spectators rolling their eyes.

However, since they were not familiar, Meng Fan did not have the right to force the girl to speak out.

"So it was a misunderstanding!"

"This chubby man looks really sturdy, but he's so reckless!"

"Tsk tsk tsk, see here, we can't judge people by their appearances! This guy looks like a shady person, but he's not a thief!"

"Oh, it was so scary when he tackled him! This fatty should apologize!"

"Hey man! Since it's a misunderstanding, you should let him go."

Upon seeing it was a misunderstanding, the onlookers began another wave of discussion. Some saw Meng Fan still atop the scumbag and walked over to persuade him to get off.

"Let me go!" The scumbag pounded the ground since the onlookers' support had given him more confidence. "Get off me right now! You have to apologize to me! And I want compensation for my knees and my legs. It all hurts so much! Hurry and let me go. She's already gone. Why are you still on me!"

"It's her business that she left! Now it's my business!" Meng Fan's stubbornness took over. Who cares what the spectators thought or said. He continued to sit atop the wretched man, crushing the air out of him.

The scumbag began to sweat. "Are you a psycho? What business do I have with you?"

"Didn't you want compensation? Apologizing is fine, but I think compensations should be dealt with the police. I will pay you in full for the loss."

Meng Fan took out his phone and called the police immediately.

He had logged off the stream as soon as the north gate turned off their lights.

He wasn't trying to get on the news or trigger some task. He purely just wanted to do this!

It wasn't because the system had made him unscrupulous, but because the event had ignited something within him from when he died.

"You're really sick! I don't need compensation!"

The scumbag had been completely played by Meng Fan and began to panic.

Meng Fan ignored him and successfully called the police after the phone call went through.

The surrounding spectators were dumbfounded.

'What kind of f*cking operation is this? Calling the police on yourself!?'

Not everyone thought Meng Fan was crazy though. There were several onlookers that understood what Meng Fan was doing, such as the auntie next to the introverted girl.

The police arrived quickly, only taking three minutes. After all, there were so many people blocking the west gate.𝓃𝗈𝔳𝑒𝒍𝓷𝑒xt.𝐂𝗈𝗆

The police didn't understand what happened either, so to control the flow of people, they ended up taking both Meng Fan and the scumbag back to the station.

"Comrade, I have some understanding of what happened, and I'm willing to assist in the investigation."

The auntie thought about it and followed them.

"Auntie, wait for me."

Another girl with big eyes followed the auntie into the car. People who didn't know would have thought they were relatives.

They arrived at the station.

Meng Fan took out his phone and played a video. It had been captured by his stream assistant after turning invisible, directly catching the scumbag's entire act of violating the girl.

"I can confirm that this is true. I saw it!"

The auntie breathed a sigh of relief. Seeing the wretched man's actions, she knew the reason why Meng Fan had been suppressing him for so long. Initially, she was worried Meng Fan would be punished and not be able to explain things properly, so she came along.

"I have footage too!"

The girl who didn't know the auntie also took out her phone. It had been filmed earlier, also of the scumbag assaulting another girl, but it hadn't been the introverted girl but another woman.

The police watched it with a stern expression, basically understanding the situation. He asked Meng Fan, "So you didn't misunderstand him being a thief or a thug? I'm pretty curious though, the girl did not admit it nor pursue it, why did you insist?"

"I insisted not because it would be effective or have results, but because I firmly believe it is the right thing to do. Of course, I also believe that you will give him a just punishment."

"That's right! Good for you!" The righteous police also gave the auntie and the girl a big thumbs up. "You guys are incredible too! We will investigate the case and handle a sentence according to the law."

The policeman did not say anything anymore.

Meng Fan used his stream aid to check the Internet. In today's case, if the crime was deemed guilty, it would be handed over to the procuratorate for prosecution. If it didn't count as a crime, then he would be detained according to the laws of public security. The opinions of all parties were for reference only, so if they did not appear in court, it would not influence the outcome of the case.

Meng Fan couldn't confirm how accurate the information was, but he was sure that the police would process this incident according to the law.

After complying and recording his confession, Meng Fan and the others were allowed to leave.

"Thank you, guys."

When the introverted girl had left, Meng Fan wasn't a saint, so he had been very unhappy.

But the auntie and the girl with big eyes had swept the unhappiness out of his heart, leaving only a warm fuzzy feeling.

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Chapter 83: Forgotten By the World

Translator: Dragon Boat Translation Editor: Dragon Boat Translation

"Why are you thanking me!? If my hubby Dong didn't go get the car, I would have kicked his butt myself! This kind of people can't be tolerated, nonetheless feared!"

The aunty gave Meng Fan a big thumbs up and said, "Young man, speaking of which, you did beautifully today! That is a bit too smoothly. Aunty knows you were wary of maintaining the girl's dignity. You said you were catching a thief. After she left, you could have spoken up! What if the guy had a companion? You would have been the one suffering! And the onlookers would all misunderstand you too!"

"A… Auntie." Meng Fan could only address her by what she called herself. Smiling, he replied, "You're right, I'll be more careful next time!"

"Okay, okay. Well, you're a good kid. You're courageous, and you listen to people! Look at auntie's entire life. The level of wisdom and martial arts you demonstrate is only slightly below my hubby Dong," she half-jokingly said.

"What's wrong? Is everything okay?!"

As they left, a person who had been waiting rushed towards the auntie. He was tall and strong, looking like an uncle whose actual age was not less than fifty. Looking up and down, his face was full of concern.

"It's alright!"

The auntie's face flushed with happiness as she grabbed the tall sturdy man's hand. Then, to the big-eyed girl and Meng Fan, she introduced him. "This is my husband. I call him Dong bro."

After introducing Dong bro to Meng Fan, she asked the big-eyed girl for her name.

It was only then Meng Fan knew that they weren't familiar with each other. She had so curtly followed the aunty into the police car with an 'aunty wait for me' attitude… His brain really didn't work very well.

"This fellow is fierce! The girl is brave!"

This Dong bro evidently knew about what happened before and after the event. After confirming that his wife was okay, he patted Meng Fan on the shoulders. He was about to do the same to the girl but then retracted his arm with a laugh. "Meeting you guys was definitely the biggest gain we have made coming out on vacation! Let's go, big bro will treat you some skewers! I know a place nearby that tastes pretty good!"

Dong bro cooly dragged Meng Fan into the backseat of his car. Fortunately, it wasn't a smart car, but a Ford Explorer, so he wasn't crammed in.

The big-eyed girl had also been shoved in by the aunty.

As the car started, all that could be heard was the carefree laughter of the couple.

After arriving, Dong Ge discovered that Meng Fan lived far away. He only ate skewers and didn't drink any alcohol. After the hearty laughter ended, and everyone ate their skewers, he took Meng Fan back without saying another word, also dropping off the big-eyed girl off nearby along the way.

Before leaving, he asked Meng Fan for his contact information, promising to have a good drink together next time if they had the chance.

"I didn't think you were also a streamer on 8th station."

This was the WeChat message Meng Fan received after stepping out of the shower. It was from the big-eyed girl who he had just added on WeChat.

"Also?"

"I'm also a streamer, gaming stream, next time I'll take you into a party."

"What a coincidence."

Meng Fan didn't know she had searched him up.

He looked at his other news updates.

"My god, do you have to be this badass? You even got interviewed!" This was from Zhang Zhou Wei, in addition to two photos of the couple on their vacation.

"You're pretty feisty. I saw you on the news." This was from Qin Jiao, along with a photo of him from the article.

"You're really running here?" This was sent by Meng Cai Wei, whom he hadn't contacted in two days.

"Older brother, you've been starting a lot of fuss lately. You're really gonna debut with your weight!" This was from Meng Cai Tang.

"Be careful on the road." This was from Wu Tong.

"Yeah, I'll be cautious. Have you slept yet?"𝓃𝗈𝔳𝑒𝒍𝓷𝑒xt.𝐂𝗈𝗆

Meng Fan ignored the other messages and only responded to Wu Tong.

"I just came back after eating a midnight snack. Every holiday season, I gain about three pounds!"

…

The next day was October 2nd. Meng Fan got up at 5:00. He ate a light breakfast and began running at 5:30.

In the morning, he managed to run 24 kilometers in two durations, walking nearly 3 kilometers. At around 10:00, he entered Jia Xing city's city boundaries.

Leaving at one o'clock in the afternoon, Meng Fan ran 12 kilometers and walked half an hour to rest. He then ran 16 kilometers in two hours. The route to Jia Shan County led directly toward the Xi Tang ancient town's scenic area.

He had consumed an energy chew during his 16-kilometer run. That abled him to run a total of 52 kilometers in one day!

Before, he didn't live in the scenic spot because it wasn't on his route, but Xi Tang had been just on the route.

Besides, he had to live in a scenic spot at least once since he was running the whole way.

He had booked the room in advance, afraid that other circumstances might appear. He had arranged to stay for two days.

There was a benefit to the scenic spot, as it provided a 1 experience for the [Night Touring God] task.

On the morning of October 3rd, Meng Fan had just completed his first 12 kilometers when a ding went off in his head. His total distance had reached 400 kilometers, completing [Travelling Deity] task phase 6.

Rewards received: Achievement points 400, strength 2.

Task phase 7 required that he reach a total mileage of 700 kilometers. The reward was 700 points and speed 2.

After receiving the reward, even with his incredible strength from his weight, the 2 increase could still be clearly felt.

If his previous strength along with his tonnage could crush most people into disparity, then now, Meng Fan felt he had to restrain himself, as it was easy to end someone's life in one 'sitting'.

After the 2 increase in strength, his rest time in between his 12-kilometer runs was also reduced significantly. The black magic running shoes had carried out appropriate adjustments in real-time.

After getting enough rest, Meng Fan continued and began the second 12 kilometers.

He ran another 20 kilometers in the afternoon. Arriving at the New Economic Park of the Caohejing development zone in the Song Jiang district of Shanghai, he paused. He was only 22 kilometers away from his destination, the Shanghai stadium.

"666!"

"Badass!"

"He actually ran to Shanghai!"

"Although he hasn't arrived at the stadium yet, I'm gonna give out the smoldering smoke worth 1024 ahead of time out of respect!"

"I also gifted mine in advance."

Meng Fan prepared to log off, but when he saw the top-tiered gifts being sent out to his stream, he waited for a moment.

These two gifts had been broadcasted on the entire station. He had to wait for the viewers to come draw for rewards before logging off; after all, they all counted for experience!

As he waited, he found a hotel to stay at.

"Tomorrow at 7 am the stream will begin. I will try to run the 22 kilometers to the stadium in one breath! At night I won't be streaming, so rest early!"

Meng Fan made the announcement before going offline.

After a two-hour nap at the hotel, Meng Fan headed out to search for food. He headed for a nearby area where traffic had been congested and began madly giving out likes.

Why was he 'mad'?

The traffic jams throughout the last few days made the task progress for [Real • Adoration Fever] at 4,700,000.

Meng Fan aimed to collect the rest tonight!

"Ding!"

At 10 o'clock that evening, outside the Wanda Songjiang store, Meng Fan completed all the task phases for [Real•Adoration Fever]!

Rewards: Points 500, validation 1.

The reward wasn't Meng Fan's focus. His focus was that after completion, he gained the qualifications to purchase the equipment from the task!

The hat that made one's validation disappear!

The hat cost 1000 points to redeem, and Meng Fan had accumulated 1245.

-1000, 245 points remaining.

In a beam of light, a thumbtack sized hat appeared in his hands. Evidently, it could adjust in size, and it could also be integrated into other hats.

The hat itself was really simple, no matter how he looked at it.

Meng Fan didn't put on the hat immediately, but he headed into the washroom and enlarged the hat before wearing it on his head.

How did it feel?

As if nothing had happened!

Boom.

Just as he left the washroom, a guy bumped into Meng Fan.

"Sorry, sorry, sorry."

The guy continuously apologized somewhat awkwardly. There was someone here?

Meng Fan was also baffled.

Wasn't the hat supposed to make his presence disappear? How come people were still running into him?

Could it be there was no effect?

Or could it be that this person was really just careless, and the person from the dorm had done so intentionally?

Meng Fan thought about it and walked into a clothing store on the side of the road. He randomly picked up a piece of clothing and shook it at a clerk, signaling her to come to him.

The clerk was indifferent!

Meng Fan then looked at the clothes he was holding, confirming that the hat was effective. Otherwise, someone of his size holding female underwear would surely attract all kinds of eyes.

He switched into the men's clothing store and picked up some clothes, waving it again. Nobody acknowledged him. He walked up to a clerk and shouted at him before the clerk acknowledged him with a slight jump.

The look in his eyes said, 'Jesus, where did you came from? You scared me!'

Exiting Wanda, Meng Fan hailed a taxi. In ten minutes, four or five vehicles passed, none of which stopped for him.

He logged into the stream on his phone and waited five minutes. Not a single person came.

It was as if he had been forgotten by the world!

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Chapter 84: Validation on the Verge of Zero

Translator: Dragon Boat Translation Editor: Dragon Boat Translation

Meanwhile in Nanjing, outside the Confucius temple.

"Is this really Yun Jin?" Zhang Zhou Wei held up a silk scarf and asked the boss. Seeing him nod, he put it down and spoke to Wang Ya Nan. "This doesn't look too expensive. How about we buy Xing Ta Ge a rain stone? It'll count as a gift."

"It's already strange to gift a guy a silk scarf."

"Then you don't understand the vanity of Xing Ta Ge."

As they chatted, they headed into another store to pick out some rain stone crafts. They then purchased some sealed traditional snacks like Nanjing salted duck, plate duck, duck stomach and duck belly.

"This food is for…"

Zhang Zhou Wei paused for a moment. Not sure if his brain was stuck or his throat. He couldn't remember who he wanted to gift it to.

Wang Ya Nan looked toward Zhang Zhou Wei. "For who?"

"Who was it?" Zhang Zhou Wei scratched his head. He seemed to have remembered something, but it slipped out of his mind immediately.

'Who was it? F*ck me!'

"You don't know who it's for, but you still want to buy it!? Forget it, just buy it. You can figure out who it's for once we get back."

Wang Ya Nan asked the store to pack the bags, and then with Zhang Zhou Wei, she headed to find Chen Da Qiang and Wei Zhi Xue who had been browsing the traditional souvenir stand.

The two girls began to chat about what they bought and who they were for. Zhang Zhou Wei and Chen Da Qiang appeared to have some unspeakable trouble on their minds as they still felt like there was something they couldn't remember.

"What are you thinking about?"

"Nothing. What are you thinking about?"

"Nothing, nothing."

Neither of them had told the other that their minds were stuck on something they couldn't remember.

Of course, everyone had this experience once in a while, so they didn't think it was strange.

It was just a bit uncomfortable to want to think about it but not be able to remember.

As if something had been presented, but they were unable to digest it heartily and delightfully!

…

"Stand up!"

Qin Jiao basked in a sheet mask as she video called Meng Cai Wei, who had the same sheet mask on. She suddenly felt there was something wrong with Meng Cai Wei.

"Did your brain got fried from being a teacher? This isn't your classroom!" Meng Cai Wei was startled.

"Move your camera down. I want to see your body."

"Hohoho, the one named Qin. I was wondering why you're so old and still not married; turns out, you're into me!" Meng Cai Wei stretched the muscles on her face trying to keep still as she laughed.

"Don't change the subject!" Qin Jiao's eyes were like daggers. Underneath the black charcoal mask, she looked particularly menacing. "Cai Wei, why do I feel like you've gained a lot of weight!? Could it be… You're pregnant?"

"Pregnant yourself! This old lady is fertile like soil. The one that could plant anything but not suitable for seeding." Meng Cai Wei was quite domineering in her tone and did not budge, responding to Qin Jiao with another question, "I just received a role for a movie, and it requires me to gain weight, about 30 pounds. Your eyes are poisonous. I'm only showing my face, and it's got a sheet mask on, yet you can still tell! It seems like my weight gain is quite obvious!"

As she spoke, she pulled the camera back. She very generously showed Qin Jiao the effects of her labor. She pinched her stomach. She shook her arm flab and then sullenly patted her chest. "Everywhere else seems okay, but it's lacking a bit over here."

"If they get bigger, you can't be sexy anymore!" The two were usually very elegant and dignified women, but when talking privately amongst each other, they tend to be quite explosive. "Hey aren't these all effects done in post-production? Why do you have to lose weight yourself? Do you have to be so hardcore?"

"A script is hard to come by. Plus, all aspects of the configurations are good, and since the crew asked for it, I couldn't be the one holding them back. Besides, this is very different from post-production effects, alright!? Moreover, the character's design has to be worthy of my acting skills!"

"Okay, okay. Your acting skills are good!" Qin Jiao was quite surprised. "You don't say, you've fattened up pretty well. I haven't called you in a few days, and you've already gained this much weight!"

"This kind of thing… Not seeing a pig run doesn't mean I haven't had pork I've never been fat, but I've fattened up someone else! On myself, it's only a matter of time." Meng Cai Wei said very satisfyingly. After saying that, she paused for a moment.

"It's not good to speak of him like that is it?"

Qin Jiao also paused for a moment.

Who were they talking about!?

After pausing for about three seconds, the two began talking about explosive bedroom subjects again.

Whoever it was, they were probably not important!

…

"Who am I?"

"Where am I?"

"What am I trying to do?"

Meng Fan soulfully asked himself these three questions before determining that he hadn't forgotten himself. He then let out a sigh of relief.

Seven more minutes passed, and Meng Fan was still not able to hail a taxi.

Meng Fan thought about it and decided to approach a guy with an afro who was on the side and was also trying to hail a cab. He walked over and stood in front of him.

"What are you doing?"

The afro guy avoided him twice, but seeing the fat guy still in front of him, he exploded on the spot. He said fiercely, "Hey, you're blocking me! I'm gonna get angry!"

Meng Fan turned and asked, "You can see me?"

"You psycho! Do you know how big you are? It's not like I'm blind. How could I not see you!?" The afro glared menacingly at Meng Fan.

"Garbage world, not even a slight aura of spirituality. I can't even stealth!"

Meng Fan left and was obviously upset.

The guy with the afro was baffled.

'Where did such a crazy youth came from?'

'Wait, where did he go? He disappeared!'

The afro discovered that he couldn't find the fat youth without paying attention. He rubbed his eyes and looked around him, unable to find Meng Fan.

It had only been a few seconds. How could Meng Fan disappear just like that!?

Could it be, there was no stealth spell, but the speed of his moving flesh had increased?

The guy with the explosive afro felt like his brain was actually about to explode!𝓝𝑜𝑣𝑬𝑙𝗇𝚎xt.𝗰𝒪𝑀

He took out his phone and prepared to make a status to share this interesting yet terrifying event. After unlocking it, he froze for a moment.

'What was I doing again?'

Meng Fan tested this about ten times, gaining a certain understanding of the effects of the 'hat that erased your sense of validation'.

His presence was on the verge of zero.

On the verge meant that it would be infinitely close to but never reach zero.

Evidently, his validation was not at zero yet.

Even if his validation had reached zero, that was only his sense of existence. It didn't mean he did not exist.

Under the premise of not affecting others, it was difficult for other people to discover him or think of him. This had been Meng Fan's initial understanding of his close to zero validation.

For example, like the afro guy earlier, if Meng Fan stood next to him very closely, he would not realize that Meng Fan was there. But if Meng Fan stood in front of him and blocked his sight, which would seriously impact him, then he would notice Meng Fan.

Once he stopped impacting his sight and left his vision, it would be difficult to find Meng Fan again.

Just like when the afro guy was about to collapse, Meng Fan had only been standing about five meters away from him.

The same principle applied if Meng Fan touched him or leaned on him.

There was also the case of hailing a cab. Meng Fan tried once again. It was a little risky this time. Instead of reaching his arm out to hail one, he threw his entire body into the taxi's frame of view. When the car was about three meters away, the driver discovered Meng Fan's existence.

Of course, the premise was that the taxi had been driving very slowly as there were several people trying to hail one. Otherwise, if he had been on a highway, five meters would have been difficult enough for him to react and step on the breaks, let alone three.

This reminded Meng Fan to not wear the hat when he was on roads where cars were present. Otherwise, people wouldn't even know that he was already dead!

"Hello."

Meng Fan didn't head back directly but strolled down the street. He entered a convenience store and pointed to something on the shelves behind the checkout counter. He said to the clerk, "I want a pack of … Zhonghua."

Meng Fan didn't smoke, so he didn't know many brands, but the shelf behind the clerk consisted mainly of cigarettes, so he thought it was appropriate to ask.

The clerk turned to take it… He paused and turned back. "Hey, where'd you go? Oh, there you are! What did you want again?"

"Zhonghua."

The clerk turned and turned back again. "Where'd you go? What would you like?"

"Zhonghua."

"What?"

Meng Fan was sure that it wasn't just this person, as any event that was related to him would have its presence reduced significantly.

"What's wrong with you? Is your brain broken?"

The clerk standing by couldn't stand it anymore, so he turned to help… He turned back. "What did you want again?"

"Nevermind, I don't want it anymore."

Meng Fan turned to go out, leaving the two clerks befuddled.

'What happened just now?'

'Did something happen just now?'

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Chapter 85: Arrival

Translator: Dragon Boat Translation Editor: Dragon Boat Translation

Meng Fan made a few more attempts in different directions in order to be more familiar with the presence masking hat. In case something happened, he didn't want to end up killing himself.

This included the different ways of wearing the hat.

For example, if he shrunk the hat and put it on his finger, the effect was still the same.

This made Meng Fan discover that although the hat could make a person's sense of existence disappear, but its existing validation was still quite solid. It was painless to punch or poke anything with the finger that was wearing the hat.

Meng Fan also secretly tried to take a hard object and hammer his finger with the hat, but the result was hard.

Once it was enlarged to fit his head, he had the equivalent of a metal skull.

Thump, thump, thump.

Meng Fan used his head and slammed it against the lamppost a few times. Pretty good.

Yes. When the passing pedestrians heard the sound, they were all stunned.

With this effect, Meng Fan could run around naked, and nobody would really see him.

Meng Fan Passed through a bar that just happened to be the kind that required an admission ticket to get in and receive drinks. Meng Fan buffered for a moment. He thought about it and walked over.

At the door, the two bouncers handing out stamps were stumped for a moment. They looked at each other. Did someone just walk in? Doesn't seem like it, alright. They received the next customer's ticket and stamped her arm with an imprint that meant she could freely enter and exit for a limited time.

Ding, ding, ding!𝓝𝑜𝑣𝑬𝑙𝗇𝚎xt.𝗰𝒪𝑀

Dang, dang, dang!

Meng Fan strolled around for a while before leaving. Originally, it had just been a bold idea. Although it wasn't some sinister evil nor was he violating the law, Meng Fan still was hesitant to boldly try it. It was one thing to be nervous, but he couldn't betray his own ethics.

Some 'first times' just shouldn't be experienced!

This was the first warning he had set for himself upon receiving the hat.

'Use this hat to do something that brings yourself joy that you won't regret in the future and want to slap yourself for. That's more than enough!'

'Positive energy, positive energy!'

He was only reincarnated and received the System because of his positive energy, no?

Although the system wasn't a legitimate one, he should still be a decent person!

Yes, even if he had to be a gentleman, he had to be a decent one!

There was another amazing reason that helped Meng Fan solidify his perspective. After gaining 1 observational skills, Meng Fan was able to find all kinds of indecent scumbags with wandering hands in the bar. He was afraid he couldn't control himself and tackle them one by one… That would be interesting.

Leaving the bar, he took off the hat. In an instant, the people lined up at the door all looked up from their stamps, and crowded to look at Meng Fan.

His validation had returned!

"Sorry to disturb you, goodbye!"

Meng Fan stuck out two thumbs up, baffling the audience with his praise.

'Where did this guy suddenly come from?'

'Wow! What's that gesture? Is that what's trending this year?'

Meng Fan stuck his arm out and immediately a taxi pulled up.

The experience of going from zero validation to a high level of validation felt wonderful!

Suddenly, Meng Fan put his hat back on again, and the taxi driver paused for a moment before driving off.

He hadn't been trying to toy with the driver, but because he had looked up while he was walking and saw a hotel.

After the taxi left, Meng Fan quickly removed his hat, and upon confirming his validation had returned, he carefully crossed the road using the pedestrian crossing.

Buzz, buzz, buzz.

About two minutes later, Meng Fan's phone began to vibrate with all kinds of calls, messages and WeChat notifications.

When he returned to his room, he began browsing his phone after taking a shower.

"Bro, when are this week's illustrations coming out? I'm out of surplus!"

"I saw your stream. Mother*fucker, you actually ran from Hangzhou to Shanghai? How ferocious! I'm in Shanghai. Do you have time to meet face to face? I'll treat you to dinner, plus I have a business to discuss!"

These were from the god tier author, Mr.Sleepy.

"I'm heading back to Hangzhou on the 7th, so I'll get you the drawings by the 8th at the latest."

To be honest, as a fan of his books, Meng Fan was really eager to meet Mr Sleepy. Only, he wasn't sure if he could hold back from giving him blade shards in person.

After all, the speed at which this guy updated his chapters was beyond irritating!

"If you want to meet, I'm not sure if I have enough time. What did you want to talk about?" Meng Fan responded.

Mr.Sleepy responded within two seconds, "Time is like that. You can always squeeze it for some. You squeeze your schedule. I'm free anytime, not busy. As for the business, it's best to tell you in person. If you really can't meet, I can tell you later, no problem."

"Not busy? Then gtfo and update your book!"

Meng Fan couldn't hold it back. He thought about it and deleted the 'gtfo'.

"Uhm, it's a bit late. I'm sleeping first."

"If you have time, let me know. Yes, it's a plan. You should sleep early!"

From the illustrations that Meng Fan had provided him compared with the ones he did for the other authors, Mr.Sleepy could tell that Meng Fan was a big fan of his books. There were too many details that weren't noticeable unless you were engrossed in the novel.

If Meng Fan was an illustrator or a streamer, Mr.Sleepy was very happy to chat with him. He had to excavate the story of why Meng Fan ran from Hangzhou to Shanghai.

But if Meng Fan was a fan of his book… Heh. Overall, Mr.Sleepy was less confident when it came to facing his fans.

Time to leave!

Meng Fan was speechless but soon diverted his attention to his conversation with Wu Tong.

After eleven o'clock, Meng Fan matter-of-factly ended the conversation.

He also listened to Wu Tong's suggestions, finally sleeping at two o'clock.

He woke up naturally at five o'clock the next morning and forced himself to lay in bed for half an hour before getting up. He gathered his stuff and got some breakfast at six am. After eating, he strolled around for a bit, and at 6:55, he went online and started running at 7:00.

Because he had walked some distance, he was only 21 kilometers from the final destination or about a half marathon away.

He was going to run it in one go.

Meng Fan had promised his netizens he would do this and wanted to challenge himself as well.

Because he had announced it yesterday, plus it had been his last journey from Hangzhou to Shanghai, the number of viewers on his stream had exceeded 3000.

At this hour, it must be true love for there to be this many viewers.

With his 2 strength, Meng Fan's overall physical quality improved a lot. Based on the virtual interface of his black magic running shoes, he was able to pace the next three kilometers at 6 minutes and 50 seconds!

Three kilometers later, his speed increased again, pacing himself at 6 minutes and 40 seconds. However, after running another three kilometers, it returned to 6 minutes and 50 seconds and remained so for the next ten kilometers.

Ten kilometers elapsed a total time of 1 hour, seven minutes and 50 seconds.

After twelve kilometers, his speed gradually slowed down. At the fifteen kilometer mark, his pace had slowed down to 7 minutes and 30 seconds.

After reaching the fifteenth kilometer, Meng Fan wanted to eat an energy chew but then resisted the urge. It wasn't that he didn't want to spend the points, but because he wanted to challenge himself.

Presently, twelve kilometers wasn't much, but Meng Fan firmly believed he could finish a half marathon without the help of his energy chews.

Of course, even if he couldn't eat restorative things like the energy chews, he still needed the sports drink to keep himself in peak performance.

Twenty kilometers. Elapsed time, 2 hours, 20 minutes and 18 seconds!

For the last kilometer, Meng Fan was able to maintain an optimal posture. The endurance he built up from his last few days of exercise had broken out during this critical time, all the while keeping his speed level.

"Meng fatty, add oil!"

"Meng boss, you're badass!"

"Gambatte!"

"You can do it, you're almost there!"

When he was 800 meters away from the destination, Meng Fan could hear cheering in the distance.

Of course, it hadn't come from the destination, but from closely up ahead.

A dozen or so people were cheering Meng Fan toward the finish line.

As Meng Fan passed them, they continued to cheer as they followed him. They fueled him all the way to the end, the Stadium's gate!

Boom, boom, boom.

When Meng Fan arrived, four people out of the group set off the firecrackers they had prepared before.

Flourish!

Chapter 86: Donations Round Two

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"He's here!"

"666!"

"2 hours 28 minutes 47 seconds!"

"He managed two and a half hours!"

"Hahahaha! Where did all these dumbass netizens come from? What's with the firecrackers!"

"Meng fatty's stream can be renamed to the congregation for dumbasses!"

"Why do I feel so funny towards something so inspiring; but I'm still crying!"

"Why are you skeptical? Y'all better start crying!"

"He ran two hundred kilometers, set off the firecrackers!"

"Finally, it's over. I feel like I'm more tired from watching than Meng Fan was of running!"

"Hurry up, go home and draw again. The village bathroom is out of toilet paper!"

"Hahaha, my friends are asking what drama I've been pursuing. I said it was 'the tale of two cities'. How smart am I?"

"Shouldn't it be 'Forrest Chump'?"

"It's clearly the modern version of Icarus chasing the sun! Running this far, it must be… right?"

"Bro, Meng fatty is here for a concert okay!"

"Whoever promised the C spot halo better deliver!"

"Whoever promised the smoldering smoke better deliver!"

"Whoever promised…"

One gift followed another, stirring up havoc on the homepage. They were all drowned in the thick barrage of live comments.

Shortly after, relying on the gifts received, fifty thousand people had sent Meng Fan to the front page of 8th Station. Although there weren't many big shot streamers on at ten in the morning, it was still very impressive!

Overall, he received twenty-one C spot halos and four smoldering smokes, alongside countless other small gifts.

Because of the stream and its lottery, the viewer count in his channel had skyrocketed to 100,000, which was rare for a morning broadcast.

At this time, Meng Fan converted his steps to a slow walk after arriving at the finish point. He mustered a grin to the fickle netizens who were waiting for him. He opened his mouth to speak, but his throat was taken over by a wind like gasp.

"Water!"

"Towel!"

A fickle netizen held a bottle of water in one hand and a towel in the other.

Meng Fan gestured, and the perceptive netizen opened the water and poured it on his face.

Yep, he had watched marathon competitions go down, so he knew that was what Meng Fan meant.

Meng Fan, who had wanted the netizen to wet the towel for him, didn't know what to do. He could only give him a thumbs up.

"Do you need me to help you?"

A thin-looking netizen asked him with concern, following alongside Meng Fan, fearful that he would fall.

"You can't support him, bro!"

Another fickle netizen chimed in straightforwardly. "Uhm, how about you stand to the side? I think Meng boss already has enough pressure without having to worry about falling on you."

The other fickle netizens were also very blunt, chatting away with Meng Fan and the others around them, each with a mouth like a barrage transmitter.

"Meng fatty, it really was you who was running!"

"Hahaha, you think he got a stunt double?"

"F*ck, he's way more… majestic and brave than I had expected!"

"After seeing all the videos and photos from all the other fickle netizens, I was already very shocked. I didn't expect him to be even more… handsome!"

"What now? I was going to say seeing Meng Fan this time would encourage myself to lose weight, but seeing how tired Meng fatty looks now, I kind of want to give up!"

As long as it didn't hinder him, Meng Fan tried his best to maintain his smile, allowing them to continue to badmouth him.

"Is the celebration over?"

After about three minutes, a man in a police uniform around 30 years old or so approached them, pointing to the streamers and bellowing at the group, "This is not okay!"

"Sorry, sorry."

Each netizen had been more thoughtful than the next, so they were aware that the security uncle had noticed them when they sounded the firecrackers and streamers. It was already very humane of him to wait until they were finished celebrating to mention cleaning up the garbage, so one step forward had netted a series of apologies.

"Uhm, we were a bit too happy, so we forgot about it. Uhm, we will pay the fine and receive the necessary punishment. Of course, if you have a broom or something, we can sweep it up ourselves."

"Whatever, whatever! Fining you isn't my goal. Be careful next time."

Initially, the security uncle wanted to say something, but after seeing their bright attitudes, he waved his hand and called a custodian over.

Five minutes later, Meng Fan caught his breath. He took out the sports drink bottle from his bag and began to drink in small sips, gradually beginning to gulp.

"Thank you guys for coming to my concert."

Meng Fan also took out his stream assistant and panned it across to film all the fickle netizens. After smiling and saying a few words, he then pointed it back at himself, also thanking the netizens that were watching the stream virtually. "Thank you for all your support! I know there are some of you who have followed me from the beginning of this run. So I just wanted to ask you guys, how are you so bored? Hahaha!"

"Netizens who are with him, help me beat him up!"

"Hahaha, beat him up!"

"Why is Meng fatty becoming more and more troublesome?"

"Where's the promised 'charmingly naivety'?"𝓝𝑜𝑣𝑬𝑙𝗇𝚎xt.𝗰𝒪𝑀

"The man has collapsed!"

Meng Fan pretended not to see their comments, bluntly switching the subject. "Time to talk about real business. All the gifts from this run, I will donate to Shan Jin's charity fund."

He took out his phone as if pretending to look at the stream comments. At this time, another frenzy of gifts began to take off. He smiled. "Alright, I'll wait three more minutes. If you guys want to send gifts, then send them now. Three minutes later, I will count the gifts and donate them all."

Pew, pew, pew.

Suddenly, several more C spot halos appeared amongst other small gifts, some coming in batches of over one hundred at a time.

When three minutes was up, Meng Fan opened the statistics and began counting the gifts from the day he started running, September 30th.

During the last four days, Meng Fan had streamed more frequently. From running to the nightly tours, he had streamed a minimum of 8 hours every day. There were plenty of viewers, and he received a lot of gifts.

Every time he ran into a traffic jam or some dumbass fickle netizens or night toured past someone good looking or an interesting event, he would receive a shower of gifts, including this time when he broke through the finish line.

The number he ended up with shocked him a little. Counting the gifts received in the last three minutes, the total value of gifts received was at 72,000!

On average, this was a good number for one day!

To be honest, Meng Fan did not have many viewers online in his stream, so it couldn't even compare to the famous streamers on the site. But the ratio of gifts he received was genuinely no small feat.

Of course, most of these people consisted of fans who were 'rich hillbillies'. Out of 72,000 gifts, about 40,000 came from the same dozen hillbillies.

For example, XuJiaYu's FiveStar Hardware Shop, WhoKnowsNianXiu, Forgive灬Me, ZaiXiaDoggo, QiXiaoMo, LOVEhanfei, ZhangFeiFeiYiDe, SnowDayParadiseLW, Blue Child Full of Joy, KAzhKA, JoeGeLiPeak, etc;

"F*ck, 70,000 gifts? Do all streamers make this much now?"

"This isn't too much, at least not compared to the gifts those entertainment girl streamers receive in a day."

"Forget it, other streamers count on earning as much as possible, but Meng host genuinely doesn't want to make money! The more he makes, the more he loses!"

"Hahaha, you think the fickle netizens giving him gifts are supporting him? More like suffocating him!"

"I'm really curious how much Meng host is going to donate this time!"

"Is he going to donate the gifted amount in cash? My god, he'll have to compensate for half again!"

"More than half, there's also tax!"

"I think it's best not! I'm too scared to give him gifts!"

"Let's be real for a second. The host can only receive half the value of the gifts."

"Last time, Meng host received 10,000 worth of gifts and donated 10,000! Basically, he compensated 5000 himself!"

'How much to donate?'

Meng Fan was conflicted as well.

Donate only the 36,000 he received from the divided income?

He thought it was not a presentable amount.

Straight-up donate 72,000 and compensate 36,000 himself?

With the [Wealth Distribution Cherub] task still in progress, Meng Fan was honestly willing to accept the idea.

He thought about it, and it seemed too deliberate. It was also not good for the fickle netizens to get accustomed to this method of donations.

Time to compromise.

"The gifts are worth 72,000, and I made about 36,000. Since I said I would donate to public charity, then I shouldn't completely rely on the gifts you guys have sent me. I will make up 14,000 and make a perfect 50,000."

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Chapter 87: Group Photo God

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Meng Fan only mentioned donating 50,000 to his netizens. It wasn't up for discussion, and he didn't need their permission.

He opened WeChat. He found the Shan Jin charity fund's homepage and entered the amount of donations through the donations page. He clicked confirm, then went through the fingerprint verification process. Donation successful. The 'thank-you' message indicated that his donation receipt would be mailed through the address he had previously filled out.

This wasn't Meng Fan's first time donating to Shan Jin's charity fund. Of course, all the previous donations did not add up to this one.

"He really is a vulgar tycoon, donating 50,000 so casually!"

"666!"

"8th station's money hasn't been distributed, but Meng fatty is someone with deep pockets!"

"He compensated 14,000!"

"Hahaha, next time Meng host wants donations, will you still send gifts or not?!"

"For the first time in history, I am worried for the host when he receives a gift!"

"More like your flesh hurts!"

"Other people become streamers to make money, Meng boss became a streamer to distribute money!"

Bam, bam, bam!

After Meng Fan's donation, a few more C spot halos appeared in the stream alongside a barrage of live comments.

"This is subsidized welfare for the host, hahaha!"

Meng Fan waited for the C spot halo's effect to wear off then spoke to the camera. "My run is over, and donations have been made. That's all the stream will entail for the holidays. Thank you guys for watching; no more like following! The next few days, I probably won't be streaming. I leave for Hangzhou on the 7th, so I'll stream on the 8th at the latest. I will let you know the exact time when the date approaches. I'm going to rest well tonight and go see Shan Jin brother tomorrow!"

He paused for a moment then added another sentence, "I will try to take tons of photos from the concert. If you guys are interested, I'll show it to you later."

Meng Fan was eager to share his favorite singer with everyone.

"Logging off, bye bye."

Meng Fan logged off then said to the dozen or so fickle netizens next to him, "Do you guys have time for lunch? I'm gonna go shower, then I'll treat you guys to lunch. You can pick a spot, but I hope it's near Xujiahui if possible. Is that okay?"

Seeing everyone nod in agreement, he added one of them on WeChat. He then hailed a cab and headed out first.

He told him the location, then gave Meng Cai Wei a call.

"Are you still sleeping? I'm in Shanghai. I'm coming to your place now. Are you home?"

Meng Fan had Meng Cai Wei's gate password, so he could get in regardless. He only called to remind her.

Ten minutes later, Meng Fan appeared at Meng Cai Wei's front gate. He pressed the doorbell, then entered using the fingerprint unlock mechanism.

"My God, how did you get so skinny!"

"My God, how did you get so fat!"

Upon meeting, the siblings uttered the same sentence, with only a one-word difference.

Meng Cai Wei looked at the tanned and slimmer Meng Fan and shouted. A pair of good-looking eyes looked back at her, full of wonder.

Meng Fan looked at the Meng Cai Wei who had gained more than a little flub and pretended to be surprised. Before being reincarnated, he had known that she received a role that required her to gain thirty pounds. He had also seen her with 20 extra pounds before.

"I'm sacrificing myself for art!"

Meng Cai Wei responded simply. She didn't try to justify her fatness, let alone inferiority. She revolved a few circles around Meng Fan; her eyes turned red. "My god, you're so thin you're almost skin and bone!"

"You're so fat you're almost two people!"

Meng Fan changed into some slippers and walked inside.

Meng Cai Wei closed the door and followed after Meng Fan. "Did you really run here from Hangzhou? Fan bro, what trauma did you go through? Are you really trying to lose weight? But the chub is so cute, wouldn't it be a shame to lose it? I can tolerate you being tan, but I can't tolerate you being skinny!"

Although she said this, Meng Cai Wei was still rather happy seeing Meng Fan's evident weight loss.

Of course, the body was also honest. She ran off to the kitchen and came out with a ton of high-calorie food. Shen then looked at Meng Fan, and her heart started aching. "When you come to your big sister's, you gotta supplement yourself. All of this is my weight gain food, tasty and nourishing!"

Meng Fan looked at the sugar-glazed bananas, fried crispy chicken leg, sea duck eggs, french fries, cookies, chocolate… To be honest, it was heartwarming, but he thought about it and held back.

"Keep it to yourself! Promise, this time in Shanghai, I will reject any form of feeding! "

As he spoke… Meng Fan picked up a bottle of iced cola. "I'll give you the face. This I can drink."

Meng Cai Wei revealed a demonic smile. "If you came at any other time, then I wouldn't care, but since you came when I'm gaining weight, hehehe… My entire house is full of food. Let's see how long you can last!"

"You siblings are too funny!"

This time, a beautiful woman spoke up, who would have sparked notice immediately anywhere else, but was invisible in this house. There was a smile on her face and envy in her eyes, for all only child envied the relationship between this pair of siblings.

"Hello, sister Bai."

Meng Fan didn't notice the woman until now and greeted her quickly.

He thought about it and confirmed that she hadn't been there before he was reincarnated.

Made sense. The timing of his arrival now was different from before his rebirth.

Sister's Bai's name was Bai Zhi, and had debuted as an actress, but blew up because of her singing. She was currently regarded as an actress-singer, with both identities being very well received.

Meng Fan knew she would be a guest star at Su Qing Cen's concert.

Then what about Meng Cai Wei?

Hehehe. Meng Cai Wei's singing skill couldn't even rival a KTV singer. One could count it as self-entertainment, as she wouldn't even dare to participate in cross-border singing programs.

Bai Zhi was Meng Cai Wei's college classmate. They were from the same dormitory and were very close. She was also the only famous person Meng Cai Wei had introduced to Meng Fan prior to this time.

Of course, Bai Zhi was also the only famous person that knew Meng Cai Wei who had a big chubby guy for a brother.

"Last time I saw you were half a year ago; you've lost a lot of weight!" Bai Zhi looked at Meng Fan carefully before digging out their photo from their last meeting out of sincerity.

"Really?"

Upon hearing someone else call him skinny, his heart flourished with joy. Scratching his head, he said, "Uhm, I'm going to go shower. I'm covered in sweat from running."

He turned and asked Meng Cai Wei. "Do I still have clothes here?"

"I think… so."

Meng Cai Wei wasn't sure either and looked around, finding a set.

Meng Fan received the clothes and headed toward the guest bathroom.

Bai Zhi suddenly remembered something, turning her face red for a moment.

She came to Shanghai the night before to film a program and worked until it was pretty late. At 1:00 am, she had planned to head home when she had been forced to get a midnight snack with the nightingale Meng Cai Wei. After their meal, she stayed over at Meng Cai Wei's.

She had no idea Meng Fan was coming, nonetheless take a shower here, in the guest room she had also used.

It was normal for guests to use the guest washroom of course, but last night after her shower, she had left all her clothes scattered on the floor!

This was really awkward!

The most awkward thing though was that she only realized this after Meng Fan entered the bathroom and closed the door.𝓝𝑜𝑣𝑬𝑙𝗇𝚎xt.𝗰𝒪𝑀

If she went up to knock and clean it up now, it would be even worse!

'Maybe he missed it?'

'That's probably not possible!'

After about ten minutes, Bai Zhi saw Meng Fan's casual expression as he left the shower and let out a sigh of relief. Best pretend nothing happened!

"Come eat some!"

At her mealtime, Meng Cai Wei dragged Meng Fan who had just stepped out of the shower toward the food. If Meng Fan didn't eat it, then she would eat it for him, occasionally picking up a piece and wafting the scent toward Meng Fan.

"Come, let's take a photo. Let's remember the day our family had two fatties."

Meng Fan also fought back. He took out his phone and took a photo of himself not being moved by the food, and Meng Cai Wei barbarically stuffed her mouth full. He was just preparing to send it to his family group chat when he froze.

"Ding! You've unlocked task [Group Photo God]."

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Chapter 88: A Bold Thought

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'Group photo god?'

Meng Fan felt a little overwhelmed.

"Task requires you to take a group photo with different public figures 100 times."

"Upon completion, you will receive the title [Group Photo God] (Photogenic 5, smile appeal 3, validation 2)"

The task only had one phase, and it rewarded 1000 points, with no additional attributes.

Basically, he had to take 100 photos before receiving the reward all at once.

Before, when he had been completing the [Group Photo Guru] task, Meng Fan mournfully dwelled on the fact that there was no task that had advanced versions of each other, like the adoration fever one. Who knew, the opportunity was just around the corner!

The rewards were not bad either compared to [Group Photo Guru, plus there was an additional validation reward.

Validation? Made sense. Taking pictures with so many public figures would definitely increase his sense of existence.

Let it come. Either way, he still had the presence masking hat, so he no longer rejected anything related to validation attributes.

Of course, the difficulty also increased.

From the entirety of society to the small scope of public figures, similarly, 100 photos had increased the difficulty at least 10,000 times!

Even then, there might not even be one public figure out of 10,000 people.

It was very simple to take photos with a hundred regular people, so anyone could accomplish that task. But to find a hundred public figures and take a photo with them… This wasn't something any ordinary person could do.

What counted as a public figure?

It must be a person who possesses a certain social status within a scope. They must have an important influence on society and be well known by the people. They should be able to derive great benefits from society and have a close relationship to the interests of the public.

They must be socially visible and have a high social status that could greatly benefit and influence public interest for a duration of time. These four traits are a must.

If they were only known by the public because of one deed, they could count as popular, but not a public figure.

To put it simply, political leaders, artists, film stars, sports stars, social activists etc; would all count as public figures.

For most people, the public figures that they came into contact with the most were the ones from the celebrity category.

Just among the celebrities, it was difficult to find a hundred of them to take photos with.

If he wanted to reach this quantity, he either had to be rich, have connections, or have Hong Qiao sister's patience and foresight, responsiveness, ability to seize opportunities… Alright, if he wanted to be Hong Qiao sister, then the average person would not be able to do it!

It was going to be very difficult.

Fortunately, Meng Fan had the funds to chase stars. But most importantly, he had a connection. His sister was a famous actress.

Meng Cai Wei was not the top actress in Hua Xia, but she could still count as first-class—a big idol.

Although she was a bit arrogant, and her mouth was a bit vicious, and she had many issues in the way she dealt with problems, she was still a beautiful actress with good professional ethic, not to mention she had been a straight-A student. Her people skills might be lacking, but she did know a lot of people…

"That's not cool!"𝓝𝑜𝑣𝑬𝑙𝗇𝚎xt.𝗰𝒪𝑀

Meng Fan took a closer look at the photo after he snapped it. He then threw his phone aside. Annoyed, he said to Meng Cai Wei, "Each person is more aggravating than the next. Tell me, how can the difference be so big between two people from the same parents? You've gained so much weight, but you're still so beautiful!"

"Hohoho, what your sis has is called natural beauty! Other people cake themselves in makeup, but your sister can get by being fat or thin. Skinnier, I can be Zhao Fei Yan, and when I'm chubby, it's Yang Yu Huan. This weight is nothing. If I gained another twenty pounds, I can still fascinate all beings!" Meng Cai Wei took a bite out of a donut and sipped on her milk tea.

After accepting all the words of praise, she glanced at Meng Fan, chuckling. "What do you want from me? Be nice, stop sweet-talking me, it's not sincere. Be more exaggerated, in the form of a song."

"Get lost, I flatter you once, and you actually took it seriously!"

Facts had proven that Meng Fan couldn't speak two sentences of praise in a row when it came to Meng Cai Wei. He picked up his phone and shoved his bum to the other side where Bai Zhi sat sipping on her milk tea, watching their commotion. "Sister Bai, let's take a photo."

"Alright."

Happily watching the commotion, Bai Zhi thought of the events in the bathroom when Meng Fan approached. Her expression went strange for a while, but when she saw Meng Fan take his phone out, she recovered immediately and entered her most beautiful state.

"Sister Bai, you have fun here. I'm going out to lunch with some friends."

Meng Fan gave Meng Cai Wei a heads up and left.

"Stinker, there's so much food at home. Why go out? You don't want to get fat with your sister? Sigh, are you eating with a girl?" Meng Cai Wei shouted. "Do you need to come home tonight? Do you need to stay here?"

Bang!

Meng Fan slammed the door!

Then without saying a word, he scurried out.

Who knew if the system would judge this as a request from someone of the opposite gender. The [Open for All] task was toxic amidst such a dialogue!

Meng Cai Wei was 7 years older than Meng Fan, so there was no guarantee that she didn't count as a peer of similar age.

Who f*cking specified what the difference would be for one to be 'peers'?!

He had specifically gone online to check where it said the difference was three years. Some had stated six years, while others said they had to be born in the same decade. One even went as far as to say that a twelve-year difference could still qualify one as 'similar age'!

The System didn't clarify, so god knows what the standard was.

He escaped downstairs, where he confirmed that the [Open for All] task did not increase in progress. He let out a long breath. Although he couldn't confirm that a 7 year and higher difference was not part of the system's standard, at least he now knew it was ok to escape.

He put on his hat and headed outside. One, because he didn't have the access card and it was easier to pass through, and two, Meng Fan knew this neighborhood had an abundant amount of famous people, so there were often paparazzi lurking, waiting for opportunities.

Before, Meng Fan was always very cautious when he visited. Even if he was photographed, there would be no big news, but he didn't want to let others, especially the ones that knew him found out that he had a superstar sister. That would bring big trouble for sure.

Now that he had the hat, Meng Fan felt light as a feather. Who could see him now!?

'Wait!'

Meng Fan started to laugh.

"Why didn't I think of the hat just now!"

With the hat, even if he had no money or a famous sister like Meng Cai Wei, he could easily finish the task [Group Photo God]!"

If the timing was right, he could finish the task in a day, no, an hour, or maybe 10 minutes even.

This bold idea put Meng Fan in a good mood. He didn't need to look at Meng Cai Wei's sour face to finish this task.

He hummed a small tune as he left the neighborhood and then hailed a taxi after taking his hat off.

…

"Hahaha, you stupid kid. Are you trying to break my door!?"

Meng Cai Wei shouted at Meng Fan after he escaped. She couldn't help but laugh, and when he walked out of hearing range, she said to Bai Zhi, "You don't say? He's a lot more flexible now that he's skinnier."

"Yeah right, he had already crashed into the door."

"Yeah, but look at how fast he was running! He ran into the door because my door wasn't properly installed!"

"Kekeke, the difference is too big!"

"Baibai, little baibai." Meng Cai Wei suddenly tackled Bai Zhi and held her hand. "I think the kid is a bit strange today. It's very likely he went to eat with a girl. I don't know if it's a girl he's into, or just regular girlfriends, or just someone he sort of likes… As a big sister, I must obtain first-hand information!"

Meng Cai Wei plastered herself next to Bai Zhi, batting her eyelashes vigorously. "I have to make sure this kid doesn't really like this girl, Bai Bai, you've got to help me! Are you going to rehearsal with Qing Cen in the afternoon? This kid is Qing Sen's diehard fan. Call him in a bit and say you're going to rehearsal and ask if he wants to come. If he does, then it means he only sort of like her. If he refuses, then he must really like her."

"Is this necessary? Don't turn good intentions into bad deeds!" Bai Zhi was also speechless. "What if… little Fan was eating with guys, or he just didn't want you to feed him?"

"A guy?!"

Meng Cai Wei looked as if she had been electrocuted, eyes sparkling. "Then I would have two little brothers!"

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Chapter 89: An Opportunity Arises

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Arriving near Xujiahui, the netizens had already picked a place to eat, a self-service hotpot restaurant.

Although Meng Fan had offered to pay, they had already evenly split the bill before he arrived.

In addition, there were three more fickle netizens than before, all lived nearby.

When Meng Fan arrived, the fickle netizens bonded harmoniously, regardless if they knew each other or not because the common topic allowed them to talk together.

After Meng Fan arrived, the atmosphere turned a little tense but loosened up immediately.

Peaceful or not, at least Meng Fan wasn't a superstar, so there was no pressure for everyone to be around him.

When he arrived, the topic naturally became about him. From drawing to running, Meng Fan was still the focus of their conversation, but he was able to let loose.

Of course, the food being delicious was also a reason.

The combat ability of the netizens to eat was very strong, not resting after an hour and a half. This made Meng Fan eat more than usual as well.

This f*cking caloric intake was not much better than if he had stayed at Meng Cai Wei's.

"Are you still eating with your netizen friends?"

During this time, Wu Tong sent a WeChat.

"How do you know?"

"I'm also in one of the fickle netizen's group chats. It's full of pictures."

Another line quickly followed, "I wanted to treat you to lunch, but I saw you were meeting your netizens… So, let's go tomorrow."

"Okay!"

Meng Fan had been upset he missed out on the chance to eat with Wu Tong, but he was now joyful once again.

They would have lunch tomorrow and then watch a movie in the evening.

During this period, Wu Tong wouldn't have to leave first, right?

So, he would be with Wu Tong all day tomorrow, from lunch until the end of the concert!

What a lovely holiday!

After lunch, the netizens took the initiative and asked Meng Fan to go back to rest. They then left off in batches, some going to the movies, others going to an arcade, while some went to play video games…

Inexplicably, he became the one who was left behind. And he had made sure he wasn't wearing the hat!

'I'm not as tired as you guys think I am!'

He didn't plan on streaming, running or drawing.

'Originally, I planned to hang out for the day, but since you guys all left so suddenly, I'm very sad since I'm by myself…'

Buzz, buzz.

His phone rang. The number was from Meng Cai Wei, but the person on the receiver was Bai Zhi.

"Little Fan, I'm going to rehearsal at Qing Cen's for the concert. Do you want to come?

"I'll come!"

Twenty minutes later, an excited Meng Fan appeared outside of the Shanghai Stadium; the same location where he ended his race this morning.

Su Qing Cen's concert was not only at Shanghai Stadium, which had a capacity of 80,000 people but at the Shanghai Sports Gymnasium.

The 80,000 capacity Shanghai stadium was a large scale outdoor stadium. In fact, a few years ago, the organizers had removed the temporary seating, so a fully seated stadium could only fit 56,000. But the name had been continued nonetheless. The Shanghai Gymnasium was a theatre styled stadium, suitable for concerts and art performances, accommodating up to 10,000 people.

Shan Jin brother was popular but not popular enough to the point where she could casually fill an 80,000 seat stadium. Not to mention, this was the first stop of her tour.

Perhaps with her popularity and demand, her sales were already very good. The box office revenue for her concert wouldn't be bad, but her company did not dare to step too big, and selected a relatively mid-sized venue, mostly so she could gain more experience.

The last stop of the tour was the 60,000 seat stadium of Beijing Worker's Arena, but the scale was the same as the Shanghai Gymnasium.

All the stops during the tour could be seen as collecting experience for the last stop!

Of course, her tour was a long one and not the kind that was just continuous singing, as all eight stops would take her over half a year to complete.

If the time was too tight, then she wouldn't be gaining experience, but testing her physical strength.

"Fan."

A nanny car pulled up next to Meng Fan and rolled the window down. A woman wearing big sunglasses called out to Meng Fan, motioning him to get in the car. It was Bai Zhi.

After getting in, the car entered the stadium through another path.

"Have you met Qing Cen before?"

Bai Zhi casually chatted with Meng Fan for a bit before getting out of the car. She then took Meng Fan to the main stage.

The two were quite familiar with each other. She knew Meng Fan had known some things, but she didn't want to imply anything directly.

"Qing Cen."

"Sister Bai, you're here."

Su Qing Cen, who had been squatting on the stage while eating an apple, waved toward them.

There was no doubt that Su Qing Cen was very beautiful. Aside from her exquisite five features, when combined, it gave people the feeling that she was a deadly temptation, cool as the wind. It could be said that she was quite peculiar and very attractive.

Her figure was tall, especially her legs which were beautiful and long. Her legs and figure could be comparable to supermodels, and her beauty was similar to that of Karen Mok's.

Su Qing Cen was a rare idol that debuted in the singing and dancing category.

Singing, dancing, and appearance were her three major hardwares, and the three foundations for why she was able to achieve fame so quickly.𝓝𝑜𝑣𝑬𝑙𝗇𝚎xt.𝗰𝒪𝑀

Her character reflected that of 'superwoman', which attracted a lot of fans.

"Meng Fan." Bai Zhi introduced Meng Fan to Su Qing Cen. "He's Cai Wei's little brother."

"Hello, Shan Jin brother!"

Meng Fan was rather excited, but not as excited as he had imagined. It wasn't that he had a 'change of heart', but because he had seen her before his rebirth and shared a meal together. The only difference was that the time and occasion of their meeting had changed after his reincarnation.

"You're sister Wei's little brother?"

Su Qing Cen carefully looked at Meng Fan. She then took out a phone from her back pocket. She unlocked it and handed it to Meng Fan. "You're this chubby streamer?"

"Huh? Yes!"

Meng Fan saw it clearly, as the phone showed a Weibo post. The content described a chubby host running from Hangzhou to Shanghai to see Qing Cen's concert, and then converted all the gifts from the netizens who donated into donations for Shan Jin's charity fund.

The number of shares on this Weibo post was quite big, with 8000 shares, 13,000 comments, and 110,000 likes.

"What's this now?"

Bai Zhi knew of Meng Fan's journey from Hangzhou to Shanghai, but she wasn't clear as to what the details were. Not to mention that when Meng Fan arrived at the gym this morning, she was still sleeping, so she didn't know about the donation.

She took the phone and looked at it, then gave Meng Fan a thumbs up. It didn't matter to her how much money he had donated, but the method in which it had been delivered was very smooth.

"I'm so happy and honored to have such a righteous fan! I didn't think you were sister Wei's little brother!" Su Qing Cen's attitude toward Meng Fan was more enthusiastic than it had been when Meng Cai Wei had taken him to meet her herself before Meng Fan's rebirth.

"The power of my role model." Meng Fan replied.

Su Qing Cen smiled. "When you say role model, do you mean me or your sister?"

"Of course my sister…" Meng Fan obviously praised her sister in front of outsiders, but he paused and added, "And you."

Su Qing Cen was very enthusiastic and conversed with Meng Fan for a while. Meng Fan took the opportunity for a photo with her.

Next, Su Qing Cen and Bai Zhi began the rehearsal, which evidently had nothing to do with Meng Fan. Quietly, he seated himself in the audience and tried to not expose his giddiness.

As for the two's conversation during breaks, Meng Fan also quietly listened from the side without interrupting.

"Looking at your state, you seem a little nervous!"

"To be honest I am! Although she had sung openers before, this is my first tour, so the mentality is different. I'm so nervous! I've pushed all my work arrangements lately, including tonight's UP fashion night. I said I would partner up with you and walk the red carpet, but it seems like I'll have to flake on you."

"The tour is more important."

Their conversation caught Meng Fan's attention. He took out his phone and did a quick search. His eyes lit up.

After leaving Meng Cai Wei's neighborhood, he already had one bold idea to quickly gain the [Group Photo God] title!

He was only missing an opportunity.

Who knew it would come so fast!

He checked the celebrity line up for the UP fashion night, and as long as it wasn't too bad, he could complete the [Group Photo God] task tonight.

PS1: all the figures in the novel are fictitious, with no realistic prototype, so please do not try to match them up!

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Chapter 90: The Right Way To Solve a Problem

Translator: Dragon Boat Translation Editor: Dragon Boat Translation

"I'll let my driver drop you off?"

After Bai Zhi's rehearsal ended, she had to return to her studio and prepare for the evening's fashion night. Makeup and outfit selection would all require time.

Meng Fan naturally followed her out. At this time, the second special guest of the concert appeared.

Being Su Qing Cen's first tour, the company had paid considerable attention to it. They had arranged a lot of special guests, especially for the kick-off, where they had scheduled three.

Bai Zhi was Su Qing Cen's good friend in private, and the other guy and girl were artists from Su Qing Cen's company. Their sets were all very elaborate, for they weren't just invited because they were her friends, but to support the performance.

Although Meng Fan already had an opportunity to speedily finish [Group Photo God, he still couldn't pass up a chance that brushed by him.

"It's fine, I can take a cab home, go do your business." Meng Fan waved his hand.

"Alright, you head back early, Cai Wei is by herself at home and is quite sad." Bai Zhi didn't persist and lead him outside before leaving.

"If I go back, I'll be sadder."

Meng Fan did not go back, but he couldn't ask Bai Zhi to take him to the UP fashion night.

The UP fashion night was in its third year. It was an event jointly organized by the UP group and the fashion group, featuring a cross-border film festival that integrated fashion, entertainment, and technology.

Although it wasn't the top fashion festival in Hua Xia, the specifications were alright. There were many guests attending, and aside from the celebrities from the entertainment and fashion realms, there were also big tycoons from the tech industry present.

After eating a meal at McDonalds, Meng Fan arrived at the venue.

Several onlookers and paparazzi had already gathered outside the main entrance to the concert center. Various equipment had been set up as well, all facing the red carpet.

The red carpet became a standard for parties and events and festivals. This was for outsiders to see, and it most importantly indicated the specifications of the event.

At almost six o clock, the red carpet segment kicked off.

The vehicles of the attending guests were assembled in a unified place, then one by one they drive slowly toward the open red carpet. The celebrities then disembarked in an elegant and handsome fashion and walked the red carpet, accepting the applause from the audience and the snapping of cameras.

When Meng Fan arrived, a guest stepped out who was a fashion idol. It was the kind of idol that was on TV a lot so much that even Meng Fan, who didn't follow fashion at all, recognized him. He didn't remember what their name was for a long time until he heard a crowd of people began to chant his name.

"This should give lucrative experience, right?"

Meng Fan wasn't very clear on the definition of these public figures, especially when it came to social activists like this one that he recognized but didn't know the name of until someone called them out. Did they count as a public figure?

He could only take a photo and see if his experience would increase or not.

Putting on the hat, he walked towards the red carpet.

Of course, he wasn't directly on the carpet, but behind the audience around the carpet.

Although Meng Fan was wearing the presence masking hat and knew that people couldn't see him or film him, he still couldn't guarantee that a small or large camera wouldn't accidentally capture him into the shot.

His validation was on the verge of zero, but it didn't mean people wouldn't see him. However, even if they saw him, their eyes wouldn't transfer his 'image' to their brains. Basically, he was ignored by their brains.

But it was a different story if he was captured on camera. What was photographed was already solidified. Once a person looked through the photos and filtered them, he would be noticed for sure.

'Hey, why is this person strolling around on the red carpet?'

After all, verge of zero did not equal zero.

If it had really equaled zero, Meng Fan' could stroll around and be filmed without any sense of presence. At that point, photos and films couldn't contain him.

But verge of zero was very different.

Meng Fan took a self-portrait wearing the hat, then took off his hat to show the photos to other people and asked what they saw to confirm that he did show up in pictures. Only, the answers he received were very heart-wrenching.

Approaching the edge of the crowd, at the end of the red carpet, there was an autograph wall. Two hosts outside the venue were interviewing celebrities with a microphone.

The fashion idol had also arrived there, signing his name on the wall. Seeing that the host was still interviewing someone else and showed no signs of interviewing him, he entered the conference hall.

Screw fashion night!

'What did the celebrity being interviewed know of fashion? Look at what he is wearing? He couldn't even catch up with the subject of a street fashion photo shoot. Such poor taste!'

'Shouldn't fashion night interview an idol like me? Just because the other person is more famous and well known, they have to suck up to him?'

'Next time I won't attend this kind of stupid activity…'

Well, he still had to come. If others didn't interview him, at least he could take some selfies and find other people to take photos with. He could share it in his WeChat moments and tell everyone on Weibo he had participated in such a highly regarded event. At least it made it easier to go on TV and sell things!

There was nothing to be upset about, it was just a stupid interview!

If a person frequently attended these events, that person would get used to it. Who cares about one interview!?

Snap!

'What the hell was that?'

The fashion idol heard the sound of a camera lens and jumped out of his skin. He was already far from the photo wall. How could anyone still film him?

Immediately, he adjusted his posture. He turned around and revealed a smile, then turned to make his backside look more handsome.

'It increased!'

Standing at the corner of the autograph wall and entering the venue, Meng Fan snapped a picture next to the fashion idol and saw his experience increased by 1.

It seemed like the standard for 'public figure' was not very high.

A minute later, the interview ended, and the interviewed celebrity began heading inside the conference center.

This person… Meng Fan thought about it and remembered who they were.

It was a handsome male star. Meng Fan didn't recognize him before, but because the studio administrator kept bringing up Er Qing, Meng Fan had searched it up as well. He just happened to come across this male star, who happened to play the role of the man who had married Er Qing. He seemed to be one of the main male leads in the show and had gained a lot of fame recently.

Photo successful 1.

Meng Fan turned off the shutter sound on his phone, in case it scared the celebrities he was sneaking photos with.

Soon, another celebrity approached.

This seemed to be idols from a group. There were seven of them, with two of the more well-known ones being left behind at the signature wall to receive interviews. The five entered first.

1,1,1,1!

1, 1, 1, 1!

Meng Fan took a photo with each one of them, adding 4 experience points. Out of these four, Meng Fan didn't recognize three of them, so he had no idea which one out of them had not given him an experience point.

This was a double-injury. Not only did Meng Fan miss out on experience, but the person who was inept at providing experience would be even more upset if he knew the truth!

After a while, three more people approached. The first two from the group of seven weren't done with their interviews, but the difference between these stars was quite big.

Soon, the two leftover guys from the group of seven approached.

A guy and girl, Meng Fan recognized both of them. They were both quite popular, and Meng Fan liked them as well. His mood during the group photo was much more light-hearted than it had been with the others.

The woman who had dared to declare that she was the most beautiful female celebrity in the world was indeed beautiful—although the line was from a movie.

The male star did have a big head; no wonder, he was one of the three big heads in the entertainment industry.

Meng Fan thought his own head was not small either, but he really paled in comparison. His head circumference alone could count for 10 validation!

1, 1, 1… Twenty minutes later, Meng Fan had collected 32 experience points. Including the 5 from before. He had a total of 37.

If he hadn't wasted time waiting for them outside and collected all at once after all the celebrities were indoors, it would be even faster.

After finding the correct solution to the problem, the [Group Photo God] task was almost too simple!

Two women approached, both of them were very popular. Meng Fan wasn't willing to take photos with everyone who came though. For example, these two sellouts who had accidentally ruined their reputation for selling contacts made him feel nauseous. Meng Fan was disdainful. With so much experience, he didn't need the likes of these two.

Of course, it was only a negative feeling, not hatred. Meng Fan wasn't going to go up and trip them.

About five minutes later, he saw Bai Zhi.

"Why are you thanking me!? If my hubby Dong didn't go get the car, I would have kicked his butt myself! This kind of people can't be tolerated, nonetheless feared!"

The aunty gave Meng Fan a big thumbs up and said, "Young man, speaking of which, you did beautifully today! That is a bit too smoothly. Aunty knows you were wary of maintaining the girl's dignity. You said you were catching a thief. After she left, you could have spoken up! What if the guy had a companion? You would have been the one suffering! And the onlookers would all misunderstand you too!"

"A… Auntie." Meng Fan could only address her by what she called herself. Smiling, he replied, "You're right, I'll be more careful next time!"

"Okay, okay. Well, you're a good kid. You're courageous, and you listen to people! Look at auntie's entire life. The level of wisdom and martial arts you demonstrate is only slightly below my hubby Dong," she half-jokingly said.

"What's wrong? Is everything okay?!"

As they left, a person who had been waiting rushed towards the auntie. He was tall and strong, looking like an uncle whose actual age was not less than fifty. Looking up and down, his face was full of concern.

"It's alright!"

The auntie's face flushed with happiness as she grabbed the tall sturdy man's hand. Then, to the big-eyed girl and Meng Fan, she introduced him. "This is my husband. I call him Dong bro."

After introducing Dong bro to Meng Fan, she asked the big-eyed girl for her name.

It was only then Meng Fan knew that they weren't familiar with each other. She had so curtly followed the aunty into the police car with an 'aunty wait for me' attitude… His brain really didn't work very well.

"This fellow is fierce! The girl is brave!"

This Dong bro evidently knew about what happened before and after the event. After confirming that his wife was okay, he patted Meng Fan on the shoulders. He was about to do the same to the girl but then retracted his arm with a laugh. "Meeting you guys was definitely the biggest gain we have made coming out on vacation! Let's go, big bro will treat you some skewers! I know a place nearby that tastes pretty good!"

Dong bro cooly dragged Meng Fan into the backseat of his car. Fortunately, it wasn't a smart car, but a Ford Explorer, so he wasn't crammed in.

The big-eyed girl had also been shoved in by the aunty.

As the car started, all that could be heard was the carefree laughter of the couple.

After arriving, Dong Ge discovered that Meng Fan lived far away. He only ate skewers and didn't drink any alcohol. After the hearty laughter ended, and everyone ate their skewers, he took Meng Fan back without saying another word, also dropping off the big-eyed girl off nearby along the way.

Before leaving, he asked Meng Fan for his contact information, promising to have a good drink together next time if they had the chance.

"I didn't think you were also a streamer on 8th station."

This was the WeChat message Meng Fan received after stepping out of the shower. It was from the big-eyed girl who he had just added on WeChat.

"Also?"

"I'm also a streamer, gaming stream, next time I'll take you into a party."

"What a coincidence."

Meng Fan didn't know she had searched him up.

He looked at his other news updates.

"My god, do you have to be this badass? You even got interviewed!" This was from Zhang Zhou Wei, in addition to two photos of the couple on their vacation.

"You're pretty feisty. I saw you on the news." This was from Qin Jiao, along with a photo of him from the article.

"You're really running here?" This was sent by Meng Cai Wei, whom he hadn't contacted in two days.

"Older brother, you've been starting a lot of fuss lately. You're really gonna debut with your weight!" This was from Meng Cai Tang.

"Be careful on the road." This was from Wu Tong.

"Yeah, I'll be cautious. Have you slept yet?"

Meng Fan ignored the other messages and only responded to Wu Tong.

"I just came back after eating a midnight snack. Every holiday season, I gain about three pounds!"

…

The next day was October 2nd. Meng Fan got up at 5:00. He ate a light breakfast and began running at 5:30.

In the morning, he managed to run 24 kilometers in two durations, walking nearly 3 kilometers. At around 10:00, he entered Jia Xing city's city boundaries.

Leaving at one o'clock in the afternoon, Meng Fan ran 12 kilometers and walked half an hour to rest. He then ran 16 kilometers in two hours. The route to Jia Shan County led directly toward the Xi Tang ancient town's scenic area.

He had consumed an energy chew during his 16-kilometer run. That abled him to run a total of 52 kilometers in one day!

Before, he didn't live in the scenic spot because it wasn't on his route, but Xi Tang had been just on the route.

Besides, he had to live in a scenic spot at least once since he was running the whole way.

He had booked the room in advance, afraid that other circumstances might appear. He had arranged to stay for two days.

There was a benefit to the scenic spot, as it provided a 1 experience for the [Night Touring God] task.

On the morning of October 3rd, Meng Fan had just completed his first 12 kilometers when a ding went off in his head. His total distance had reached 400 kilometers, completing [Travelling Deity] task phase 6.

Rewards received: Achievement points 400, strength 2.

Task phase 7 required that he reach a total mileage of 700 kilometers. The reward was 700 points and speed 2.

After receiving the reward, even with his incredible strength from his weight, the 2 increase could still be clearly felt.

If his previous strength along with his tonnage could crush most people into disparity, then now, Meng Fan felt he had to restrain himself, as it was easy to end someone's life in one 'sitting'.

After the 2 increase in strength, his rest time in between his 12-kilometer runs was also reduced significantly. The black magic running shoes had carried out appropriate adjustments in real-time.

After getting enough rest, Meng Fan continued and began the second 12 kilometers.

He ran another 20 kilometers in the afternoon. Arriving at the New Economic Park of the Caohejing development zone in the Song Jiang district of Shanghai, he paused. He was only 22 kilometers away from his destination, the Shanghai stadium.

"666!"

"Badass!"

"He actually ran to Shanghai!"

"Although he hasn't arrived at the stadium yet, I'm gonna give out the smoldering smoke worth 1024 ahead of time out of respect!"

"I also gifted mine in advance."

Meng Fan prepared to log off, but when he saw the top-tiered gifts being sent out to his stream, he waited for a moment.

These two gifts had been broadcasted on the entire station. He had to wait for the viewers to come draw for rewards before logging off; after all, they all counted for experience!

As he waited, he found a hotel to stay at.

"Tomorrow at 7 am the stream will begin. I will try to run the 22 kilometers to the stadium in one breath! At night I won't be streaming, so rest early!"

Meng Fan made the announcement before going offline.

After a two-hour nap at the hotel, Meng Fan headed out to search for food. He headed for a nearby area where traffic had been congested and began madly giving out likes.

Why was he 'mad'?

The traffic jams throughout the last few days made the task progress for [Real • Adoration Fever] at 4,700,000.

Meng Fan aimed to collect the rest tonight!

"Ding!"

At 10 o'clock that evening, outside the Wanda Songjiang store, Meng Fan completed all the task phases for [Real•Adoration Fever]!

Rewards: Points 500, validation 1.

The reward wasn't Meng Fan's focus. His focus was that after completion, he gained the qualifications to purchase the equipment from the task!

The hat that made one's validation disappear!

The hat cost 1000 points to redeem, and Meng Fan had accumulated 1245.

-1000, 245 points remaining.

In a beam of light, a thumbtack sized hat appeared in his hands. Evidently, it could adjust in size, and it could also be integrated into other hats.

The hat itself was really simple, no matter how he looked at it.

Meng Fan didn't put on the hat immediately, but he headed into the washroom and enlarged the hat before wearing it on his head.

How did it feel?

As if nothing had happened!

Boom.

Just as he left the washroom, a guy bumped into Meng Fan.

"Sorry, sorry, sorry."

The guy continuously apologized somewhat awkwardly. There was someone here?

Meng Fan was also baffled.

Wasn't the hat supposed to make his presence disappear? How come people were still running into him?

Could it be there was no effect?

Or could it be that this person was really just careless, and the person from the dorm had done so intentionally?

Meng Fan thought about it and walked into a clothing store on the side of the road. He randomly picked up a piece of clothing and shook it at a clerk, signaling her to come to him.

The clerk was indifferent!

Meng Fan then looked at the clothes he was holding, confirming that the hat was effective. Otherwise, someone of his size holding female underwear would surely attract all kinds of eyes.

He switched into the men's clothing store and picked up some clothes, waving it again. Nobody acknowledged him. He walked up to a clerk and shouted at him before the clerk acknowledged him with a slight jump.

The look in his eyes said, 'Jesus, where did you came from? You scared me!'

Exiting Wanda, Meng Fan hailed a taxi. In ten minutes, four or five vehicles passed, none of which stopped for him.𝓝𝑜𝑣𝑬𝑙𝗇𝚎xt.𝗰𝒪𝑀

He logged into the stream on his phone and waited five minutes. Not a single person came.

It was as if he had been forgotten by the world!

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Chapter 91: That Smile Is Poison

Translator: Dragon Boat Translation Editor: Dragon Boat Translation

Bai Zhi was very attractive in the first place, but after being dolled up in high heels, she looked even more stunning walking towards Meng Fan than she had during the day.

Although he had already taken a photo with Bai Zhi to collect her experience, this didn't stop Meng Fan from taking another one.

"Bai Zhi!"

Meng Fan had just took a photo when a person trotted over calling her name.

Meng Fan recognized the man. Of course, it was the guy that had been rumored to have a relationship with Bai Zhi a while ago.

Wasn't it all gossip, but by the way he's calling her name so warmly, could it be true?

Meng Fan who had been eagerly spectating became excited.

Only, Bai Zhi's words dulled his excitement immediately.

"Stay away from me!"

She held her ground, refusing to continue forward. She just happened to be standing in a blind spot for the cameras, and regardless of the media outside or the press and staff inside, she did not want to share a second more of screentime with the man approaching her.

"Zhu Yu, this isn't the first time you're trying to get close to me to start gossip, the company won't let me pursue it and blow it up, but that doesn't mean I condone this kind of behavior. I'm warning you one last time and if you try this again, I will personally destroy you!"

Bai Zhi coldly warned him, pointing at Zhu Yu a few times before strutting off in her high heels towards the center.

"Wench!"

Zhu Yu waited for Bai Zhi to walk out of earshot and silently cursed under his breath. He wanted to catch up to her but controlled himself. He was truly very afraid of Bai Zhi tearing him apart, for her fame was blatant. Of course, if it hadn't been for his own lack of fame, then he wouldn't be trying to stir up gossip with her in the first place.

He waited for Bai Zhi to walk a distance before following her into the venue.

Bang!

Zhu Yu suddenly fell over his feet, stumbling into the venue and knocking down several standing signs.

It was a big clamor, and there was a big volume of people in the venue, most of them looking over to see what the commotion was.

There was a staff present along the red carpet that helped Zhu Yu up. Several people saw blood dropped from his nose from the fall.

Zhu Yu's expression was one of pain and embarrassment, but looking down he was even more embarrassed. His shoe had disappeared!

Where did it go?

Meng Fan had kicked it out of the way.

As Zhu Yu entered the venue just now, Meng Fan had stepped on the heel of one of Zhu Yu's shoes, causing him to fall. At the same time, the shoe had been tugged off. Meng Fan then graciously kicked his shoe into a corner.

Zhu Yu had caused quite a commotion, so nobody heard the sound of his shoe landing.

Bai Zhi was Meng Cai Wei's close girlfriend, and she treated Meng Fan well too. Meng Fan tolerated this dumbass's rudeness, for it was already polite enough of him to spare Zhu Yu from being sat on.

Meng Fan recorded the conversation between Bai Zhi and Zhu Yu just now, including the curse Zhu Yu said in the end. If he had the opportunity, or if Bai Zhi wanted to ruin Zhu Yu, he would hand it over to her using whatever means.

After the small episode, he continued to take photos.

"Big Yao!"

"Fluffy White Yang!"

"WuJin Wang Jia Yu!"

Meng Fan saw several champion athletes appearing on the carpet, feeling overly happy and excited. The sense of accomplishment he felt from taking group photos with them was way better than what he felt with actors, singers, and fashion celebrities.

"Third uncle!"

"Ma Qin Wang! Auspicious Royal!"

Meng Fan excitedly recognized two authors. He had seen the reports about the previous two fashion nights mentioning the attendance of some authors. Their appearance was related to the adaptation of their works into television dramas and films. After all, the UP group was a television and film-related company.

Meng Fan had recognized several writers aside from these two. A few of the writers even came as a group. The Qidian website's CEO showed up alongside seven famous authors.

"Holy shi*t… Is that Mr. Sleepy?"

Meng Fan had seen leaked photos of Mr. Sleepy and was able to recognize him if he looked closely. Speaking of which, he looked better in photos.

Meng Fan suppressed the urge to hand knife blades to him in person, proceeding with the group photo. Meng Fan was surprised to find that all eight of these people including the big boss had provided him with a point of experience.

It made sense. All seven of them were well-known web novel writers, so their reader and fan bases were all quite large.

When he passed, Meng Fan sent Mr. Sleepy a prank message on WeChat. "I have time now, want to meet?"

Naturally, Mr. Sleepy wouldn't have time to meet during such an event. However, Meng Fan did not think that once seated, Mr. Sleepy had taken a panoramic video of his surroundings before opening the message. He scratched his head, pausing for a moment. He couldn't remember who Meng Fan was!

When did he add a random fan, or did they find each other through the shake feature?

Mr. Sleepy thought about it before quickly forgetting. He continued panning around on his phone for more celebrities to take selfies with.

Meng Fan would have to take off his hat before Mr.Sleepy thinks of him again.

"Ding!"

In an hour or so, Meng Fan had accumulated all the experience needed for [Group Photo God].

"Ding! You've taken 100 photos with different public figures, completing the task [Group Photo God]. Reward: Achievement points 1000."

"Ding! You've accomplished the task [Group Photo God, earning the title [Group Photo God] (Photogenic 5, smile appeal 3, validation 2)"

After finding a suitable solution, the task vanished fast.𝚗𝗈𝓋𝖊𝑙𝑵𝓮xt.𝓬𝑂𝚖

"Hehehe."

Meng Fan couldn't resist but laugh.

The laughter startled two female celebrities who had just been walking by.

"Who was that?"

"Um ~ This person looks pretty good when he smiles!"

"Hey ~ What's this person doing here?"

"Ah~ Was someone just here?!"

"Hey ~ What am I doing standing here?!"

Meng Fan happily left this holy land of experience. He did not head inside the venue towards the event, as he harbored no interest. Walking outside, he was most interested in experiencing the effects of 5 photogenic appeal and 3 smile appeal.

He took a selfie.

"Holy cow, he was photogenic!"

Of course, he couldn't be sure how much of this positive response came from his own confidence.

He grinned and took another selfie.

Meng Fan seemed to be less susceptible to being affected by his own smile.

"Hey, handsome."

Meng Fan went behind the spectators and removed his hat.

Without waiting for Meng Fan to call out, this handsome man had already turned around and clutched his chest. "What's up, you scared me."

Meng Fan turned to the very average, even below average looking 'handsome man' and revealed his most vibrant smile. "Do you think I look good when I smile?"

"Are you psychotic…? It seems to be pretty good looking." The handsome man, who had originally been unhappy because of the disturbance suddenly felt an urge to smile as well, feeling inexplicably happy from seeing Meng Fan.

Meng Fan was in an even better mood, not only because his smile appeal made himself more attractive, but it also was able to brighten other people's moods.

This reminded him of a video he had watched before, where one person was happily laughing on the subway caused the people sitting on the side to begin laughing inexplicably as well.

Laughter was contagious already in its ability to make others happy, only his appeal was extraordinarily strong.

It was like the increase in his smile appeal had also stirred some metaphysical property, even making his smile poisonous!

"Hehehehehe."

Meng Fan changed positions and smiled at a girl. She was dumbfounded. "Heh. Is this guy dumb?"

Snap snap snap.

Meng Fan suddenly realized a cameraman had been pointing a camera at himself. He didn't press much, but it was enough for Meng Fan to notice with his 1 observational skills.

It wasn't just his f*cking smile appeal that made people notice him. The metaphysical power of his existence had also been exposed after he removed his hat.

His validation was already at 9, and with the 2 just now, it would be strange if he wasn't noticed by others.

He put on his hat and quickly slipped out.

After walking a distance, he took off his hat and called a cab back to Meng Cai Wei's residence.

"Where did you go? Bai Zhi said you left the stadium early! I called you and you didn't answer, are you itching to get beat?!" Meng Cai Wei met Meng Fan at the door with a bowl of cup noodles in her hands and began scolding him immediately.

Meng Fan couldn't explain and faced her with a stupid smile.

"What are you laughing at, are you dumb? Is this the aftermath of meeting Qing Cen or did you find money on the ground? Stop laughing haha are you crazy, hahaha you're poisonous ~~!"

Meng Cai Wei was contaminated with Meng Fan's smile and laughed. She was in a great mood, and ate another half bucket of instant noodles.

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Chapter 92: Doubts on Life

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"Let me tell you a joke."

Meng Fan put on slippers and entered, taking the bowl of instant noodles from Meng Cai Wei, which only had soup left in it. He didn't want to eat it but was afraid she would spill it and make him clean it up.

"There once was a child named Xiao Ming Hahahahahah —" Meng Fan began laughing halfway through the sentence.

"What's wrong with Xiao Ming, hahaha keep going hahahaha!"

"Xiao Ming. Hahhahaha, don't you think the name Xiao Ming is hilarious in its own right? hahahaha."

"Are you crazy? Hahaha, are you going to tell me the joke or not? Hahaha if not, get out!"

"The name Xiao Ming, hahaha."

"Hahaha stop, stop, you're making my stomach hurt from laughing. Hahhaha. I am sick, haha are you stupid? Hahaha, you tell a joke and laugh before others do? Hahaha, stop haha! Please stop. Hahaha, stop laughing! I'm about to get abs, ahahahaha. Meng Fan are you doing this on purpose? Hahaha, it took me so long to get fat and now you want me to thin down from laughing? Hahahaha—I have to eat at least two more buckets of cup noodles at this rate hahahahaha, cup noodles? Why are cup noodles so funny am I going crazy hahaha—"

Meng Fan had already stopped laughing, but Meng Cai Wei seemed like a car that couldn't break, laughing until she was shaking and her face was red. It was unclear if she had opened the door to endless laughter, or it was just a side effect from Meng Fan's smile appeal.

It had affected Meng Cai Wei to the point of questioning life itself, and it surprised Meng Fan. It was indeed poison!

Even if he didn't smile, hearing Meng Cai Wei's laughter made him inexplicably happier. Best to keep laughing. Meng Fan didn't stop her, dropping off the instant noodles in the kitchen before humming a tune as he headed for the shower.

After showering, Meng Cai Wei was still twitching.

Meng Fan couldn't help but be happy, a smile forming at the corner of his lips.

"Don't laugh—"

At this time, Meng Fan's mouth opening seemed like it was a slow-motion film in the eyes of Meng Cai Wei. Immediately she yelled, but Meng Fan's smile had already reached a certain point. Then… Meng Cai Wei's huffing sped up, bellowing out in laughter. "Hahaha, Meng Fan get the hell away from me, hahaha get out of my sight! Hahaha, you're really poisonous, hahaha—"

Meng Fan didn't want to trigger Meng Cai Wei even more. In case she actually gained abs from laughing, he couldn't tell what steps for revenge she would take on him. It was terrifying just thinking about being forced to eat an entire box of instant noodles.

Sigh.

Meng Fan suddenly felt envious of Meng Cai Wei, for she was able to be influenced by his smile. If he could be infected by his own laughter without a discount, how great would that be? Everyday he could just face the mirror and laugh to lose weight!

Returning to the room reserved for him, Meng Fan faced the mirror and laughed stupidly. It was definitely contagious and after all, his mood lightened up when he saw himself, but only the effect wasn't obvious. It didn't make Meng Fan laugh uncontrollably, and the longer he laughed, the dumber he felt.

If his own smile appeal wasn't compromised, it would neglect his thoughts of bursting into stupid laughter.

Lying on the bed, Meng Fan noticed the duvet, bedsheets, and pillows all had the scent of sunlight. Evidently, they had just been replaced today.

"Sis."

Meng Fan got up and opened the door, then probed his face into the living room where Meng Cai Wei had stopped laughing but still twitching. "Long time no see, want to chat?"

"Get lost!"

Meng Cai Wei grabbed a cushion and hurled it at Meng Fan.

Thump.

Meng Fan hurriedly closed the door. 'How did she get aggressive just from laughing?'

He thought about it and then opened the door again. "Uhm, I promise to not make you laugh!"

Thump.

Another cushion came flying.

"Are we not trusting anyone anymore?!"

Meng Fan opened the door and stepped out again, thinking he could just smile at her since she didn't trust him anyways. Meng Fan did not expect when he opened the door, but to see another cushion flying into his room from Meng Cai Wei's direction as she stood up. Thump. He closed his door. She wasn't giving him a chance!

"Fine."

Meng Fan was helpless but very bored. He looked around and discovered some drawing paper and began to draw, finishing the novel illustrations he owed.

Buzz.

He drew for two minutes before a WeChat message from Mr.Sleepy alerted his phone.

"Sorry, sorry. I've been busy writing and didn't see my phone, I just got your message."

This excuse… Meng Fan chuckled. Everyone knows where he was. If he was really writing, Meng Fan could tolerate it, but he didn't even touch the manuscripts, alright…

"Heh," Meng Fan responded. He then found a photo from his phone and sent it.

It wasn't the selfie Meng Fan took with him, but a photo of Mr.Sleepy after he entered the venue. He looked like a grandma visiting the Grand View garden for the first time. Meng Fan couldn't resist but to snap a shot with his invisible stream assistant.

"F*ck how did you know?" Across the line, Mr. Sleepy felt guilty over him.

Meng Fan still only responded with a hehe, and continued to draw without saying anymore.

All the contents for 'There's a Spirit Underground' that needed to be illustrated were already in his mind, so it would only take him two hours to complete the ten required. Originally, he debated if he should give a few more to compensate for being late, but dropped the idea. His procrastination was nothing compared to Mr.Sleepy's procrastinating tendencies.

He stood up and took a break. Just then, a message from Wu Tong came in. He lay slanted in bed and began chatting. Until an hour or so later, when Wu Tong said goodnight. After she logged off, Meng Fan resumed his drawing.

He continued for a while before hearing a commotion from outside and stepped into the living room.

"You stay away!"

Meng Cai Wei who had been cooking in the kitchen glared at Meng Fan.

"Sis, can't you just give me some?!" Meng Fan poked his head in and asked 'cutely'.

Meng Cai Wei whose biggest joy in life had been feeding Meng Fan hesitated for a good three seconds before she ushered. "Uhm, I'll make more and you can come to eat it yourself when it's ready. For now, stay away from me!"

She was really scared of laughing!

Meng Cai Wei was also baffled. Could it be she'd been home too long without laughing?𝚗𝗈𝓋𝖊𝑙𝑵𝓮xt.𝓬𝑂𝚖

It seems like she should arrange some more work.

Even if the company was mindful of her figure, she could care less. After all, the crew hadn't specified her weight gain and should be kept a secret.

Besides, it was only a dozen pounds. It didn't affect her face value, right?

"Alright, call me when you're done."

Meng Fan was powerless and returned to his room, drawing while he waited.

He warned himself to tread lightly before making people laugh, for it could really affect his relationships!

Sleeping at around 2 am, Meng Fan still woke up at 5 am the next day. Twisting and turning, he couldn't sleep, so he put on his hat and ran ten kilometers around the neighborhood. After he showered, he found it much easier to sleep.

Before he didn't believe it, but now he did. One day without running was very uncomfortable!

"Get up do you know what time it is, how are you still snoozing?!"

After a night, Meng Cai Wei's mood had stabilized a lot. She knocked on his door. When Meng Fan came out, there was already a table of food that awaited.

Meng Cai Wei's cooking was first-rate. After all, feeding Meng Fan was her number one joy in life. Professional skills are a must!

"Who can eat all this early in the morning?!"

Meng Fan was stunned by Meng Cai Wei's exaggerated weight gain and curiously asked, "It's so easy for you to gain weight, but what if you can't lose it?"

"You think I'm you? This little amount of fat will come off easily!" Meng Cai Wei gave a side-eye to Meng Fan.

"Do you really have no idea why I can't lose it?"

Meng Fan felt his counterattack was slightly too weak, so he could only face her and smile. Who cares about interpersonal relationships, it was nothing in the face of their sibling bond!

As a result, Meng Cai Wei screamed and drove Meng Fan out as she laughed.

After Meng Fan was ejected out, Meng Cai Wei gave her manager a call. "Hurry up and get me some work, I'm about to go crazy staying at home!"

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Chapter 93: First Date

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"I'm here, where are you?"

Meng Fan saw the WeChat message from Wu Tong and felt his lips uncontrollably curved up into a smile. Soon, he met Wu Tong at their arranged spot outside the entrance of Gang Hui square.

Wu Tong's apparel was simple. She wore jeans and a t-shirt with a baseball cap, looking cool and beautiful, yet full of youthful energy. No, to Meng Fan, it was full of romantic energy. Regardless of what she wore, in Meng Fan's eyes, she always looked perfect.

Meng Fan put on his presence masking hat and only taking it off when he walked behind Wu Tong.

As he took it off, Wu Tong turned and greeted him with a bright smile.

Meng Fan's brain completely ignored that it had been his strong presence that caused her to turn around, and chose to believe it had been a connection of the heart.

He also broke into a brilliant smile but refrained from laughing and made no noise. He was afraid Wu Tong would pull a muscle from laughing like Meng Cai Wei. If that were to happen, it would be too detrimental to the atmosphere.

Upon seeing Meng Fan's smile, Wu Tong felt oddly happier and was even dazed for a moment.

Without question, his smile appeal had a considerable effect on Meng Fan's charm who smiled before and after.

"Running two hundred kilometers all the way down here, I feel like you've thinned down a lot." Wu Tong, who finished spacing out pretended to analyze Meng Fan. He really was thinner. She pointed to his clothes and smiled. "Your shirt tells the most."

"Really? Oh!" Meng Fan and Wu Tong walked inside together. "I didn't bring any other clothes along the way. This shirt is an old one I left at my sister's home. I bought it last year, so it might be a bit big haha."

"That means you've lost a lot of weight from running." Wu Tong had always stood in the position of a witness to Meng Fan's weight loss journey, so upon seeing he had really slimmed down, she was genuinely happy. How could she let anyone question his weight loss, even if that person was Meng Fan himself? "Have you weighed yourself yet?"

Meng Fan shook his head. "I'll wait a while before measuring so I can give myself a surprise." He turned and then continued, "When we finish eating, can you come to buy some clothes with me? I don't know how to pick them out."

Wu Tong nodded. "Okay."

This could be qualified as settling on an activity, and it was better than standing around awkwardly with nothing to do after lunch.

Meng Fan had never been in a relationship before, and he definitely hadn't been on a date with a girl—yup, Meng Fan unilaterally decided that this was a date—but there was a 'professional lover' in his dorm called Xing Ta Ge. Take a little caution each day to eavesdrop, and as long as your emotional intelligence wasn't too low, you could successfully complete a high-quality date.

Wu Tong brought Meng Fan to the Hong Kong restaurant on the sixth floor in Gang Hui. Although Wu Tong was a running enthusiast and constantly suggested Meng Fan to watch his diet while he ran, she didn't try to restrict him while she was treating him to a meal out. She selected several delicious dishes without mentioning their calorie count or nutrition value.

After a meal, Meng Fan felt extraordinarily comfortable. Of course, it had felt natural to him too and conversed with her as he ate. Occasionally, he would be fascinated by Wu Tong to the point of being dumbstruck, but he always snapped back to reality.

He repeatedly warned himself not to act like a slob and reminded himself to never act superficially. He did not like that, and he knew she wouldn't either.

After lunch, Meng Fan offered to pay the bill but was blocked by Wu Tong. He didn't persist.

Next, they went shopping for clothes. Wu Tong took the task of selecting clothes for Meng Fan very seriously, and Meng Fan willingly cooperated by trying each one on. He ended up buying two outfits.

In the process of shopping, Meng Fan obviously did not flaunt his deep pockets and take Wu Tong to brand name stores to buy purses and clothes, but he still acted very gentlemanly and bought Wu Tong a small gift. It wasn't expensive and was around a hundred or so.

Wu Tong happily accepted it and she responded, "Then I'll treat you to a movie!"

Could there be a more benign cycle?!

The movie of course, wasn't a romantic film, but the latest release, MI6.

The film was enjoyable, but an event in which they held hands did not exist. It would even be extravagant for their hands to touch while reaching for popcorn!

Once the film ended, Meng Fan and Wu Tong were still together. They headed into a nearby restaurant as they discussed the action scenes.

It was already 5:00 pm after the movie ended and of course, he was hungry.

This time, Meng Fan insisted he paid the bill. Wu Tong could try to fight, but there was no reason to and she would not succeed.

It was six o'clock when they had finished and headed towards the stadium.𝚗𝗈𝓋𝖊𝑙𝑵𝓮xt.𝓬𝑂𝚖

To Meng Fan, his first date with Wu Tong had gone smoothly according to Xing Ta Ge. A smooth date was a good date, and if he could give her a surprise at the end, then it would be perfect!

"Is a concert a surprise?"

Meng Fan didn't think so. At least, it wasn't a 'surprise', for she already knew.

There was already a long line up when they arrived outside the stadium.

Meng Fan thought of a surprise. He took out his phone and sent a WeChat message to Bai Zhi and received a response immediately. He turned to Wu Tong and said, "Do you want to go in earlier and take a photo with Shan Jin bro?"

"What?"

Wu Tong paused for a moment and was slightly off guard before asking him, "You know a way in?"

"Yup."

Meng Fan nodded.

Originally, he had wanted to wear his hat, take Wu Tong's hand, and walk-in past the security, but thinking about it, he wasn't sure if the effect of the hat would extend to other living bodies. He confirmed it worked on non-living bodies, but otherwise, people would be able to see his clothes and the phone in his hands.

Additionally, if he really took her hand and marched inside, what would she think?

Therefore, he sent a message to Bai Zhi and asked to bring a friend to meet and take photos with Su Qing Cen.

Every concert had a request like this, so it was not difficult for Bai Zhi to complete. She had responded speedily and asked for a member of the staff to wait for them at the staff entrance.

"Let's go that way."

Meng Fan had walked through the staff entrance yesterday and of course, he knew the way... Hold on. He didn't have to be wearing the hat to hold Wu Tong's hand. Why not pretend to be in a hurry at this time…?

Meng Fan was artistic and daring. Soon as the staff spoke, he reached out and grabbed Wu Tong's hand. He quickly rushed towards the staff entrance and pretended to be worried that Wu Tong was unfamiliar with the direction. He made it seem like they were hiding from people's sights!

Holding hands was successful!

Thump thump thump.

After he reached for her hand, he felt as if his heart was being pounded by a steel hammer. This was way more exhilarating than touching hands while reaching for the popcorn.

The staff member waiting for them at the other end was Bai Zhi's assistant. They had met yesterday, so they recognized Meng Fan. He notified the employees and took them backstage.

At this time, Meng Fan quietly released Wu Tong's hand.

Wu Tong snuck a glance at Meng Fan, then curiously lowered her voice and asked, "How can you get in here?"

Meng Fan honestly answered, "My sister knows Shan Jin bro."

"Your sister?" Wu Tong looked doubtful, but Meng Fan only nodded, so she did not pursue it further.

Not long after, Wu Tong saw Su Qing Cen, Bai Zhi, and the other celebrities who had been rehearsing backstage.

"Fan, who's this?"

Bai Zhi and Qing Cen greeted Meng Fan, then curiously shifted their gaze to Wu Tong.

If Meng Fan brought a boy or even another girl, they would only be polite, but not this curious.

They were only curious because Wu Tong was very pretty!

Her figure was good and she was attractive. With this kind of image, she could be tossed into the entertainment circle of walking goddesses and still come out fine.

Not only did she have an elegant air, but she was also full of vitality seemingly very calm and quiet.

Static and dynamic!

This was the idiom both of them thought of at the same time. The idiom was often used to describe people, but it was rarely this appropriate, but when used on the girl in front of them, it had been just right.

If someone asked what a girl with 'static and dynamic' temperament was, then the girl standing in front of them would be the best answer!

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Chapter 94: Concert

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Meng Fan introduced her, "Wu Tong, she's my classmate."

"Classmate?"

Bai Zhi gave Meng Fan an accusing glare, seeing through his deceit, but did not continue to ask.

Su Qing Cen was not familiar with Meng Fan, but Bai Zhi was. At least, familiar enough to know that Meng Fan was too low-key to bring an ordinary classmate to the backstage of a concert. She knew Meng Fan didn't want people to know his status, as Meng Cai Wei's younger brother was afraid that it would cause some trouble.𝚗𝗈𝓋𝖊𝑙𝑵𝓮xt.𝓬𝑂𝚖

Maybe they really were classmates for now, and maybe they would only be classmates in the future, but Bai Zhi was 100% certain that Meng Fan wanted to take their relationship one step beyond just classmates, and maybe even several steps.

"Everyone says that the girls from the academy did not lose in appearances to girls from the film academy, and today I've seen it for myself." Bai Zhi eagerly approached and grasped Wu Tong's hand, taking the initiative to take a photo. She also took out her own phone and handed it to Meng Fan and smiled. "Take one on my phone too, I have to leave a memento. If others ask about pretty girls at the art academy, I can show them this picture."

Who else could it be but Meng Cai Wei!

Did Meng Fan foresee that Bai Zhi told Meng Cai Wei about this before arriving?

Of course not. Standing next to such a beautiful person, how can he be so thoughtful and secretive?

But seeing it had come to this, he didn't hesitate to help Wu Tong and Bai Zhi take a photo. Liking Wu Tong wasn't a shameful thing.

The only trouble would be Meng Cai Wei's endless interrogations.

Although Meng Cai Wei had a sour attitude and loved to dig her nose into his business, it didn't mean that she doesn't respect him. She wouldn't try to interfere with his relationship, and shouldn't request to meet Wu Tong… Right?

Moreover, with Qin Jiao as her "spy", Meng Cai Wei could inquire about his business with Wu Tong anytime.

Besides, Bai Zhi's actions were very obvious, and Wu Tong wasn't dumb. He had previously mentioned his sister before, so she must have realized. If he had hesitated and let Wu Tong think that he didn't want his sister to find out about her, then it would have really been GG!

It seemed Meng Fan had single-sidedly assigned Wu Tong to the role of his 'girlfriend' or future girlfriend. It was a pretty indecent thing to do.

After Meng Fan helped Wu Tong and Bai Zhi take a photo, Su Qing Cen also got the assistant to hand her phone to Meng Fan, then handed him Wu Tong's phone next. He really became a photographer.

They happily took the photos and signed autographs.

After finishing up, Meng Fan and Wu Tong did not stay backstage and followed the staff to the VIP area.

An awkward air took over once they sat down.

There were already several fans in the venue who surrounded them with bustle, but the atmosphere around Meng Fan and Wu Tong was silent.

"It seems… The lunch I bought you was a bit too cheap." After a long silence, Wu Tong began to speak.

Whoosh.

When other people took their female dates backstage to take photos with the singer, shouldn't they begin flaunting after? How did it come to be a dilemma for him?

Hearing Wu Tong's words, he let out a long sigh and then asked a question testing the waters, "If you think it's too cheap, then can you treat me to another one when we're back at school?"

"So your sister's in the entertainment industry?" Wu Tong couldn't resist her childlike curiosity and finally gave in. "Is your sister a celebrity?"

She could tell and it wasn't just Su Qing Cen who knew his sister, but Bai Zhi as well.

Just knowing Su Qing Cen could be explained by other means, and knowing Bai Zhi as well, she was 99% also in the circle.

As far as she knew, Su Qing Cen and Bai Zhi did not debut at the same time. The two had a good relationship and became friends inside the entertainment industry.

"Yeah, to me she is a star." Meng Fan had pride on his face. "But she insists she's only an actress. She's really stubborn."

"Anyone who says so must be a great actress!" Wu Tong looked at Meng Fan but didn't ask him who his sister was. However, she was curious deep down, but she didn't want to ask Meng Fan. Then, her eyes lit up. "Actress, with the last name Meng, with an attitude that is very… unique. Is your sister Meng Cai Wei?!"

Seeing Wu Tong looking at him, Meng Fan wanted to tell her, but since she already guessed, he could only nod.

He didn't consider what changes to his relationship with Wu Tong this knowledge would bring, regardless if it was good or bad.

He didn't want others to know he was Meng Cai Wei's little brother, not only because of the trouble it would bring but also because he was afraid he wouldn't be able to live confidently next to Meng Cai Wei's glowing halo.

There were many people who had parents, sisters, and brothers that were in the entertainment industry, who after being interviewed always spoke of their hatred of living under their shadows. To Meng Fan, these people were all nonsense. They hadn't found their own calling yet.

Once you find what you want to do, even if those boring people say you are way below your brother, sister or parents, you would only laugh at them!

Besides, if there were shadows, there would be light. The benefits these people enjoyed from the light far outweighed the negative impact they received from the shadows!

Of course, Meng Fan didn't have any plans to join this industry.

Seeing him nod, Wu Tong was shocked. "This is very unexpected!"

Meng Fan could only laugh dryly.

As more and more fans entered the venue, more concert aids started to light up.

The concert began at seven thirty.

With the appearance of Su Qing Cen on stage and her stunning voice, the atmosphere of the concert began to heat up.

Meng Fan had seen this concert before.

Even so, he was in a gallant mood.

Similarly, Wu Tong was in high spirits as well.

She maintained her silence, but it didn't prevent her from being excited in the presence of her beloved singer.

To Meng Fan, seeing Wu Tong jump around singing along and dancing to Su Qing Cen with the rest of the fans was an interesting sight.

The concert procedure was the same as the one he saw before being reincarnated, and the only difference being the companion next to him was not Chen Da Qiang, but Wu Tong.

Of course, not everything was the same. For example, when the overhead camera swept over the fans, Meng Fan appeared several times on the large screen. Even during the lucky fan segment, the lens had been locked on him.

He did look pretty good on screen though. After all, he had gained 6 photogenic appeal.

As for his presence, who can argue with it?!

11 validation wasn't just a number!

Su Qing Cen and Bai Zhi from backstage were both surprised and nonetheless, was Wu Tong.

Su Qing Cen knew Meng Fan, but she didn't specifically request for him to be the 'lucky fan'.

"That's magical!"

Su Qing Cen did not hide her surprise and did not worry that others would accuse her of arranging this afterward. She smiled and waved at Meng Fan, then introduced him to the audience. "This lucky fan doesn't need to introduce himself. I know him, and some of the fans present might also know him too."

She then turned to Meng Fan. "Thank you for running so far to see my concert." She then turned to the audience and said, "He really ran here! He's the fan in Weibo yesterday who ran here from Hangzhou. And he took all the gifts he received from streaming the run, which was a lot, and donated it to my Shan Jin charity fund. Let's applaud him for his dedication!"

Applause rang through the crowd.

Because he had already seen it once and no matter how excited he was, it wouldn't be as fresh. He did not expect the freshness to hit him like this.

As a lucky fan who had been introduced by his favorite singer, Meng Fan would be lying if he wasn't a little bit excited and happy. Plus the roar of applause that had been for him, what can he do but smile? With a little smug and full of excitement, he began laughing!

His laugh was incredulous!

Chapter 95: Concert Killer

Translator: Dragon Boat Translation Editor: Dragon Boat Translation

"I saw yesterday's Weibo!"

"This fatty exudes positive energy!"

"Wow, I've seen his stream, and he's an incredible artist!"

"Meng fatty is that you? How badass you straight up became the lucky fan!"

"Meng fatty really is standout. He's the center of attention everywhere!"

"This chubby boy is really photogenic!"

"Does anyone feel inexplicably attracted to him?"

"The chubby boy looks so good when he smiles!"

"Shouldn't it be funny? Hahahaha!"

It wasn't clear who had been the first one to see Meng Fan's exuberant smile on the big screen as they simultaneously broke out in laughter. Shortly after, the sound of two people laughing followed, then a third, then a fourth and fifth… Evening out into an array of laughter.

During a concert, it was common to see lucky fans and other 'interesting things' that would easily make people laugh with good intentions.

With this 'stimulant', and Meng Fan's smile appeal, it was even easier to become infected by his energy.

Like a plague!

The sound of laughter evidently was poisonous. Even the people who couldn't see Meng Fan on the screen because of bad eyesight had inexplicably begun laughing upon hearing Meng Fan's laughter.

Wave after wave, they all faded into one.

"Hahahahahahaha."

Even Su Qing Cen who had been on stage bellowed a clear laughter that matched her title of Shan Jin Brother.

Then, all 10,000 people in the stadium, regardless of which corner they had been standing in were laughing along.

A few people who had returned from going to the bathroom were confused, but peculiarly also began to laugh.

Some were infected by meng Fan's smile, others were driven by Su Qing Cen's concert after, and others who had been hyped up by the sound of laughter surrounding them…

After the 'upgrade' he had received to his smile appeal, the effect had improved dramatically!

Over 10,000 people laughing in unison… What a spectacular sight to behold!

Su Qing Cen was on the stage, pounding her thighs and pinching her legs trying to control her laughter. But seeing the laughing crowd below, she couldn't help herself. She then turned to see Meng Fan's laughing expression on the big screen, and her laugh got louder!

In the audience, some weak-willed people had begun to cry from laughter, while some physically weak people were at the point of twitching.

It was adequate even for people to faint during a concert from shock, such as during the Michael Jackson concert, where several people had passed out. But to faint from laughing too hard at a concert was a bit too much. Were they here to listen to music or a stand up cross talk? Even during Guo Degang's shows, nobody had ever passed out from fainting.

"F*CK!"

Meng Fan was also dumbfounded. Not only because the people in the venue all seemed to have gone insane, but because an alert had sounded in his head, triggering a new task.

"Ding! You've unlocked the task [Concert Killer]."

"The mission requires to reach 1000 lethal impact points during concerts."

"Upon completion, you will receive the title [Concert Killer] (Validation 10, photogenic appeal 5, singing skills 5)"

"Ding! You've completed task phase 1 of [Concert Killer]; Reward: Points 10, validation 1, photogenic appeal 1, singing skill 1."

"Concert killer?"

"This title was pretty badass!"

"But what the hell was lethality?"

Meng Fan carefully looked over it, finding an answer among the detailed description. This so-called concert killing power just means to cause damage to a concert, or steer it in a negative direction and bring down its comprehensive value. Simply put, it was a test to see how badly you can destroy a concert, or negatively impact it to some extent.

Evidently, he had dragged down the atmosphere of Su Qing Cen's concert!

He saw another point. During the hour long concert, the system would only judge once. No matter how often you come and go, the system would only give you one batch of lethal experience within an hour.

As for how many points can be obtained, the system would decide.

For example, as of now, the system had provided him 21 points of lethality and it allowed him to complete task phase 1.

[Concert Killer] was divided into three task phases:

Task phase 1: Accumulate 10 points of lethality; reward: Points 1, validation 1, photogenic appeal 1, singing skills 1.

Task phase 2: Accumulate 100 points of lethality; reward: Points 1, validation 1, photogenic appeal 1, singing skills 1.

Task phase 3: Accumulate 1000 points of lethality; reward: Points 1, validation 1, photogenic appeal 1, singing skills 1.

There was no 500 medium. The number jumped from 100 to 1000, a ten-time multiple.

Currently, his progress was at 21/100.

There was an object in the equipment bar as well, a microphone.

This black technology microphone could be connected to any audio device, providing additional attribute rewards, even dual attribute rewards.

Vocal appeal 1, Singing skills 1!

Currently, there were built-in vocals and remote audio devices on top of other functions.

For example, if Meng Fan redeemed it at this time, he could connect it to the stadium's speakers, and control the accompaniment himself. He could even close Su Qing Cen's mic and sing to his heart's desire!

This microphone's black technology was undoubtedly designed to commit lethal actions during future concerts!

And it cost 1000 points to exchange.

The function was powerful, but the double attribute addition was worth it to Meng Fan.

Only, what would he do with vocal appeal and singing skills? It's not like he wanted to be a singer!

Even Meng Fan felt that all the attributes rewards of the [Concert Killer] task were not very useful to him. He already had enough validation and photogenic appeal. And singing skills had nothing to do with him.

To Meng Fan, aside from the points, the task's only useful reward was the vocal appeal. At least when he spoke words of love it would be more moving.𝚗𝗈𝓋𝖊𝑙𝑵𝓮xt.𝓬𝑂𝚖

It was a task he could choose to do or not to do. Currently, the prospects of not doing it seemed bigger. After all, it wasn't very good to mess up people's concerts.

What kind of hate and envy would cause him to ruin a career?!

It can't always be the kind of happy destruction that had happened today.

Happy? Of course!

Meng Fan carefully read the mission details while the stadium was still filled with laughter. Showing no signs of stopping. Or they wanted to stop but couldn't help themselves, even though Meng Fan had retracted his smile.

"Uhm, why don't you guys rest for a while?"

Meng Fan had a microphone in his hand, but it wasn't from the system. It had been handed to him by a staff member when he became the lucky fan. He was supposed to introduce himself, but Su Qing Cen had beat him to it. What happened after was a sea of laughter.

Regardless, they couldn't continue like this. Meng Fan did not want tomorrow's news headline to be about someone passing out from laughter at Su Qing Cen's concert.

So he spoke out to catch everyone's attention.

But f*ck, when everyone looked over, the laughter got cut in half for a moment before erupting into madness once again.

This time, Meng Fan was baffled. He didn't smile? How can they get addicted to laughing? Was he that funny?

Thankfully, the laughter started to fade after this wave. Once they settled down, people's instincts followed their surroundings, and slowly they began to retract their smiles.

It was as if a noisy classroom was full of clamor, but if one person stopped talking, the entire room would inexplicably fall into silence. In fact, no one had seen the teacher smashing the window. It was metaphysical.

Su Qing Cen's emotional control seemed to be stronger than that of ordinary people and quickly resumed her composure. As if she was scared of avoiding interaction with Meng Fan again.

"Here's the next song, "Coincidentally seventeen".

At this time, a forced diversion was a good strategy.

"It's your generosity, a song for me, I look up and you're just there. Coincidentally seventeen, coincidentally it was spring, coincidentally you smiled and walked over to me…"

Su Qing Cen's beautiful voice filled the stadium with youthful air as she sang and sang. Then, unknowing if it was due to her singing the word "smile", a smile began to force its way at the corner of her lips and caused her to immediately frantically pinch at her thighs. She suppressed a smile and finished the bridge, but upon entering the chorus, she couldn't contain it anymore and broke out in laughter. The audience followed as the hahahas began to spread.

'This f*cking has an after-effect?'

Upon seeing the sea of laughter, Meng Fan felt devastated. This was his fault for sure.

"How can you guys laugh so much?" Aside from giving out some thumbs up, Meng Fan didn't know what else he could do!

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Chapter 96: An Explanation

Translator: Dragon Boat Translation Editor: Dragon Boat Translation

"This was the funniest, most interesting, and most amazing concert I've ever been to."

The concert had ended successfully, although two more waves of laughter had occurred in between. They didn't negatively impact the concert, but just took it off tangent for a moment. Overall, the fans present were ecstatic and made a great concert experience.

"Thank you for enduring such an interesting evening with me."

Wu Tong walked out the stadium and smiled at Meng Fan. "No, technically speaking, you were the one who brought the interest."

Meng Fan smiled bitterly. "I'm innocent, am I that funny?"

Wu Tong paused for a second. "Yes."

What else could he say, she was always right.

"Oh right, when are you heading back to school? Want to return together?" Wu Tong and Meng Fan walked along the sidewalk. Then once in a while, running into a member of the audience who would greet Meng Fan. He had become a famous figure after this concert.

Wu Tong's invitation was very tempting, but thinking about it, Meng Fan shook his head. "I have to head back to Wenzhou, it's been a while since I went back home."

It has been a while. If he hadn't been reincarnated, he would never have seen them again!

"Alright, see you at school then." Wu Tong pointed to a car parked nearby with its blinkers on. "My brother's here to pick me up."

"Okay."

Meng Fan nodded and waved.

After Wu Tong got in the car and drove off, Meng Fan hailed a cab and headed home.

…

…

"Explain yourself!"

Meng Cai Wei opened the door and clacked her way back to the living room. She royally sat herself down on the couch, then bellowed at Meng Fan.

"Explain what?"

The corner of Meng Fan's mouth twitched. He pointed to her high heels and said, "Why are you wearing those in the house, are you trying to increase the momentum of your interrogation?"

"Don't change the subject with me." Meng Cai Wei huffed a deep breath before beginning again, holding up two fingers. "Two things. First, who's that girl?!"

"Did Sister Bai send it to you?" Meng Fan had an all-knowing expression. "Then shouldn't she have also told you Wu Tong is my college classmate?"

"That's all?" Meng Cai Wei slanted her eyes at Meng Fan. Seeing he did not continue, she chuckled. "You suddenly began running. It must have been for this traditional art department's beauty, right?"

Meng Fan picked up a cranberry cookie, and upon discovering it tasted good, ate a second one before he continued, "Didn't Qin Jiao already tell you, why are you asking me?"

"Then you don't like boys?" Meng Cai Wei was a bit disappointed.

Cough cough.

Meng Fan almost choked.

"Alright alright alright. Girl is good too." Meng Cai Wei sighed. "Whatever, as long as you like her."𝚗𝗈𝓋𝖊𝑙𝑵𝓮xt.𝓬𝑂𝚖

Meng Fan was really done. "What do you mean whatever, or alright?! And what's with that expression of surrender?!"

"Let's not talk about this."

Meng Cai Wei had avoided this subject and her expression seemed unwilling to discuss the subject in fear of being hurt. "Second, what's with all the laughing during the concert?"

When she had pulled a muscle from laughing, Meng Cai Wei did not overthink, and she had just assumed it was due to her being a homebody for too long.

For a concert to erupt into laughter like that, the people present would not overthink it either, because it could just have been an infectious atmosphere.

But once Meng Cai Wei discovered the two, then she could not help but overthink.

Meng Fan heard this and felt his blood boil. "I want to know the answer to that too! Why does it sound like it's my fault, I just laughed for a bit, can I not laugh during a concert? It's not worse than standing there high, okay?! I just laughed like this, why did everyone else start too, making it seem as if I am a joke! Look at me, am I laughable?"

Seeing Meng Fan break into laughter, Meng Cai Wei felt oddly happy, but not as exaggerated as she had felt yesterday. No no no, her mouth had curved along with him, but she was not crazy yet.

Could it be… She really had been home too often?

And the audience was just following the hype?

And it had nothing to do with Meng Fan?

When Meng Cai Wei did not break into laughter. Meng Fan let out an internal sigh of relief. Good good. Smile appeal can be suppressed if he really enforced it. Otherwise, it would be hard to even laugh in the future.

If he laughed, people near him would pull a muscle. That's ridiculous!

Seeing Meng Cai Wei's expression, Meng Fan knew that the difficult times had finally passed. He then took another cranberry cookie and stuffed it in his mouth. "I'm going home tomorrow, do you want to come? You're doing nothing at home anyways, why not head back and eat some food from mom."

"Screw that, mom's cooking can't be eaten!" Thinking of the dark days of eating his mom's strange concoctions, Meng Cai Wei shuddered. She then remembered something and said to Meng Fan. "You don't have to go back, mom went to find dad I think. Dad… where is he?"

Thinking for a while, she couldn't remember.

'Forget it. Running around the world studying different kinds of architecture, who knows where he is.'

"Not home? I already told them I was going back, why didn't they say anything?" Meng Fan was dismayed.

Meng Cai Wei smiled and said, "Obviously because they want you to return to an empty house, then have you call to ask her where she is, so she can say 'guess'?! That is a picture mom is very happy to see. Aiyo, I shouldn't have told you." She paused, then turned solemn. "I'm just teasing you, mom's home."

"Meng Cai Wei, you want to become the queen of actresses based on these acting skills, keep dreaming!

"What do you mean want, I already am!"

"Yes yes yes, you're the queen of high heels!"

Meng Fan took the remaining cranberry cookies into his bedroom.

After hesitating for a while, he sent a WeChat message to Wu Tong. "My mom's not home, so I'm not going to WenZhou before returning to Hangzhou."

After about five minutes, Wu Tong responded. "I looked at the tickets, there's still a few left for tomorrow afternoon. Want to head back together?"

"Alright!"

Meng Fan was overjoyed, but not enough to ask her if her brother was driving her.

"Send me your personal ID."

"33038119…"

"33038119…"

"I got it. Tomorrow afternoon at 1:30, boarding at south station. It will arrive at the station before 1:00."

"Alright, how much does it cost?"

"I didn't see, ask me again!"

"Hey, what just happened?"

Meng Fan felt feeble.

After chatting for a while, Meng Fan began to draw his illustrations. He finished the illustrations from before, and on his thirteenth one, an alert sounded in his mind.

"Ding! You've completed task phase 3 of [Illustrator]; reward: points 500, drawing skills 3, imagination 1."

At this point, Meng Fan was at 500 illustrations.

From the beginning of the task to now, only a month had passed. To produce 500 drawings in a month while maintaining their quality was a terrifying feat.

Although Meng Fan didn't know many illustrators, he could still confirm that few people in the industry could do what he did.

After the 3 increase in drawing skills, Meng Fan had gained a total of 6 experience in the category. In addition to his existing drawing skills, Meng Fan's competence could smack 90% of the people in the industry.

"Drawing skills improve another step, just in time for the creation of my manga."

As for the metaphysical attribute of imagination, Meng Fan felt that it just improved the frequency of his inspirational bursts. Only god knew when to produce results.

"Bang! Bang!"

Knocking at the door, Meng Cai Wei shouted from outside, "Are you asleep yet? If you're not, come eat something with me."

"I'd be awake from your screaming regardless, alright?"

Meng Fan gave her a stink eye, but as soon as he sat down at the dining table he began to drool.

"Honestly, if you didn't become an actress, you could make a good living cooking." Meng Fan began eating and gave her considerably high praise.

Meng Cai Wei returned a stink eye. "With my good looks, if I didn't become an actress, my only other path would be forced marriage into a wealthy family as a mistress. Then how will I cook?"

"Do you have some misunderstanding regarding 'wealthy' people?"

"Do you have some misunderstanding regarding my temper?"

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