Translator: Dragon Boat Translation Editor: Dragon Boat Translation
Five minutes and 48 seconds!
This was ng 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 consud for the last nine kiloters was a proud achievent—despite the two bottles of sports drink and four energy chews he had ingested.
The competitive state had squeezed out all of ng Fan’s existing physical strength.
Of course, even with this speed, ng Fan did not et the 60-minute mark.
Ten kiloters took him 1 hour and 24 seconds!
This was ng 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 kiloter 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 ng Fan’s physical strength is at the level of an artist!”
“I didn’t think ng host to be such a persevering man!”
“ng fatty running ten kiloters should consu two or three tis 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 soone with a figure like ng host withstand his intensive activity?”
One stone stirred up a thousand waves, causing the last person to beco acknowledged to suddenly rember the dumbass comntator.
As they spoke, this dumbass comntator 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 cara was pointed as he dashed towards ng Fan.
After all, he was also worried about ng Fan.
The people at the finish line were all observing ng 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 ng Fan a patient. It wasn’t long before a dical team from the sponsors arrived.
Soone more than 200 pounds had run ten kiloters in 60 minutes and sprinted the final kiloter too!
Of course, the organizers had to worry!
A dical team had been on standby because they were worried about sothing happening, and the probability that ng Fan would need dical attention was extrely great.
“Uhm, you guys, I want to lie down for a while.”
ng 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 ng Fan in surprise. His voice was still quite powerful for so reason, and his breathing seed 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 ng Fan with kind eyes and cautioned before asking the others to release him. He didn’t walk far though, as he stood near ng Fan and watched, ready to catch the unstable ng Fan at any ti.
When the dical group saw that, they could only stand and wait for the ti being, waiting for ng 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 ng Fan.
The mini-marathon was still ongoing, and so people had just reached the end.
Two minutes later, ng 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 dical team give ng 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 ng Fan’s results, the kind-eyed god couldn’t help but turn to give ng Fan a big thumbs up.
Only, his following words gave ng Fan so 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?”
ng 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 ng Fan a towel, waiting for him to wipe off the sweat. She then handed him a T-shirt of the sa size. She had prepared two sa-sized ones in advance for ng Fan. “Put this on so you don’t catch a cold.”
The shirt ng 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 ng Fan had recovered, fellow runners began to approach him and ask for a photo.
Toward selfies, ng 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-kiloter run.
The only thing that made ng 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 requirent for it.
At least… At least when he took a selfie, he could still stick his thumbs up to gain so experience points.
“Fatty.”
Zhang Zhou Wei finally squeezed through. He had already forgotten ng Fan’s request not to film his face, almost shoving the cara right into ng Fan’s head. “All the netizens in your channel want you to say a few words.” He paused. Seeing ng Fan stare at him, he reacted with a chuckle. “I fild your face long ago, all your selfies showing your face got captured in the stream as well. Eh, your silhouette was already fild. So what? Does it matter? Your face is on cara, too. No matter how you look at it, your face is more attractive than your behind.”
ng 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 cara or not.
“In the end, I can’t escape the fate of relying on my face to eat.”
ng 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 soone fat like run ten kiloters. Running has to follow a strict pattern and progress slowly. I’ve ran several hundred kiloters already, plus my knees are much stronger than the average person, so don’t imitate .”
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 so netizens who also run can pay attention to the one-ter 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 inco 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.”
ng 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 so more donations.
ng Fan opened WeChat on his phone and scanned the QR code, confirming the charity account with Wu Tong and not stuck on so 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 ng Fan had silenced all that with his upfront ten thousand.
The fickle netizens were shocked as well. They weren’t shocked that ng Fan had really been willing to donate all the inco, but technically, the host’s inco was to be cut in half!
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