Chapter 42 - Won’t Be Ugly (1/2)

“Another 10 kilometers?”

Wu Tong quickly finished 6 or so kilometers and kept her speed under 6 minutes for each km that she ran. After seeing that Meng Fan had finished, she slowed her pace down too.

Meng Fan was gasping as he nodded. He was huffing and puffing for air like a drum.

“You’re really something, huh? Respect!”

Wu Tong juggled with her long legs stepping forward three steps, then back two to keep in line with Meng Fan. She was adjusting her breath. Her hands pounded rhythmically at the spots where her muscles were sore.

Quickly, her breathing returned to a less noticeable normal state, leaving Meng Fan feeling slightly regretful.

“Are your knees really okay?”

Wu Tong still found this to be very unscientific, but gradually got used to it. Maybe it was after their conversation about her brothers at home. She found out that she was more at ease talking to him.

“It’s not too late. I think it’s better to combine work and rest. You can run every day, but every once in a while, you should reduce how much you run. Or you can combine running and physical training, rotating the parts of your body that you abuse. That is more healthy and more scientific, not to mention more effective.” She smirked and teased again, “Would you like to know more about fitness swimming classes?”

Meng Fan grinned a bit. He was still breathing heavily. He then groaned. “Yeah, I’ll be more careful.”

Sports injuries were serious issues that shouldn’t be ignored, but Meng Fan had used the most scientific warm-up techniques, along with foot posture, stretching, not to mention the black magic running shoes and headband. He had completely minimized—if not eliminated—all chances of injury.

As for alternating between fitness methods, Meng Fan agreed that combining aerobic and anaerobic exercise would be more effective. But he was too lazy!

He was only motivated to run because it had hung from one of his missions, otherwise, no matter how determined he was to lose weight in his second life, it would probably be like trying to fish for three days while drying the net for two days.

If he switched methods, he would have no perseverance.

Of course, Meng Fan also believed that trying other sports might trigger similar tasks, but for the time being, he didn’t dare think about attaining more missions. His current physical ability was already being challenged to the extreme from running; there was no way he could withstand doing another sport.

If he triggered one, he would have to look at it every day and ruin his mood, so it was better not to try it.

Besides, if he maintained 20 kilometers every day, there wasn’t another exercise that could rival the results running provided.

He mumbled to himself, “The results aren’t that great. After running all these days, my physical state seems to be better, but I don’t think I’ve lost any weight.”

Although he hadn’t weighed himself, Meng Fan was convinced that he hadn’t lost any weight based on his intuition. However, the cellulite on his stomach had reduced by a few rings.

“Does this have to do with my eating habits?” asked Meng Fan with a distressed look. “I run more now, but I also eat more too. I want a scientifically nutritious diet to go with it, but there’s no way to prove if they’re healthy or not. Do you have any suggestions?”

The black magic running shoes had been programmed with this specific nutritional intake program, specifically customized to fit Meng Fan’s physical shape and appetite.

How considerate, he couldn’t help but feel a flutter in his heart.

“Diet is very important. Although there is the saying—letting go and running is so you can let go and eat—but if you really want to lose weight, you have to control your stomach.” Wu Tong shortened her steps. She no longer needed to step back every three paces to match Meng Fan’s speed. “I have a brother who’s a sports nutritionist. I’ll ask him.”

“Really? Then thanks in advance!” Meng Fan saw that there was a lot of follow up to the topic he had brought up. He was happy in his heart until his face turned sour again. “Uhm, he won’t prohibit me from eating, or make me eat gross stuff right?”

“Eat ugly food or be ugly. You pick one.”

Although Wu Tong knew Meng Fan was just playing around, she still maintained a serious tone and emphasized the rules.

“To be honest, your facial features alone look pretty good, only they’re buried too deep in fat. If you slimmed down….”

She then gestured to Meng Fan again, then said very convincingly, “You won’t be ugly. And your height is another plus.”

Wu Tong suddenly became more and more interested as she talked. She wanted to see what a hefty guy like Meng Fan would look like if he slimmed down.

This should be a very interesting and positive experience!

“Are you complimenting me or roasting me? What do you mean by buried? What do you mean ‘won’t be ugly?!” Meng Fan felt the compliment in his heart but still displayed discontent on his face. With a serious expression, he tried to change the subject to something more solemn. “Hmph. I think appearances should come second; the most important thing is to be healthy, and the positive outlook it will bring to my life.”