Chapter 65 - Donations

Chapter 65: Donations
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Dragon Boat Translation
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.
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!