11 A Special Relationship With The Witch Part I (2/2)
”My god, sleeping this early again?”
Zhang Zhou Wei, who had just returned from the movie knew Meng Fan was asleep as soon as he asked his other roommates.
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”My god, you're awake this early again?”
The next day, Zhang Zhou Wei woke to scattered noises. He turned his head to the other side of the wall, trying to ignore the clamor.
After about 8 minutes, Zhan Zhou Wei begrudgingly rolled out of bed.
It wasn't to run, but to bring breakfast for Wang Ya Nan, stopping by to check on Meng Fan on the way before returning to his dorm to go back to sleep.
”Morning.”
Wu Tong appeared on the track field again. Seeing Meng Fan, she smiled and waved.
Running 5 kilometers with an approximate speed of 5:30—that is, each kilometer only taking five minutes and a half—Wu Tong was fast for a girl, even faster than most guys. So when she saw Meng Fan still running, she was pleasantly shocked.
”It seems like you're a lot faster than yesterday, but if you keep going at this speed you won't be able to finish 2 kilometers.”
”Your posture looks pretty professional.”
”Are you the same guy from yesterday?”
Wu Tong lapped Meng Fan again, turning to give him a thumbs up. Then she began to speed up, increasing her pace to about 5:10 per kilometer. After running a few laps, she finally saw Meng Fan walking.
Continuing her pace, she speedily finished her 20 laps and joined Meng Fan in walking.
”Your condition seems a lot better than yesterday.” Wu Tong eccentrically asked Meng Fan. ”How many kilometers did you just run for?”
”Three.”
Still huffing, Meng Fan exposed a smile that was uglier than crying. He was pretty satisfied with himself.
”Come on, the important thing is to persevere.”
Wu Tong gave him another thumbs up, then left to go stretch.
There were a lot of people running on the track, but Meng Fan was by far the heaviest person Wu Tong had seen running for two days in a row. Meng Fan went to stretch after running one more lap, then instead of running more, left for the dormitory to shower and wake his snoozing roommates.
”Time for class, don't be late.”
”My god, the sun's rising from the west.”
”Fatty, what happened to you?!”
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”Meng Fan, Zhou Wei told me you're trying to run to lose weight, is it true? Your features are attractive, if you lost the weight, you'd be a handsome guy for sure.”
”Low key, keep it low key.”
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There were two classes in the morning and the witch Qin Jiao's professional class in the afternoon.
”It's raining.”
Meng Fan stared out the window. He was so out of it that he missed the praise Qing Jiao had given him after she received his teaching material.
Originally, he wanted to run the remaining two kilometers tonight to complete the first task and receive the endurance +1 reward, but now it seems like it would have to wait.
”Meng Fan.”
Class had ended. Qing Jiao called for Meng Fan who was on his way out. ”Come, I'll buy you dinner.”
Under the jealous gaze of all his classmates, Meng Fan was conflicted. ”I'm trying to lose weight, I think I'll pass on this one.”