Chapter 61 - Live Streaming the Mini-Marathon (1/2)

“Mini Marathon? Marathon?”

“Charity run?”

“Event?”

“It’s not a competitive event, is it?”

“Bro, are you going just to goof around or to actually compete?”

“Fatty, you’ve only been running for how long? Isn’t it a bit overboard to be running a marathon? Or more like maraGONE!”

The three people in the dorm knew that Meng Fan had been going to the track twice a day, and they all took turns to go check on him. They didn’t look for long though. After all, who was bored enough to watch someone run for hours on a hot day? So they had no idea that Meng Fan had become a crazy fatty who could run 20 kilometers a day.

“What do you mean to compete? It’s supposed to be a charity run event. I’m just participating.”

Meng Fan genuinely wanted the championship, but he was clear about his current physical fitness and other various conditions. Even if it was a public charitable running event, it was impossible for him to win it. The championship was out of the question. He would be grateful enough if he didn’t get left behind.

What was the skill level of the others participating in this event?

Meng Fan thought even the slowest people would still maintain a pace of 6 minutes per kilometer being regular running enthusiasts. Out of these, there would also be a large amount who could do 10 kilometers in under 50 minutes and probably a handful who could do it in under 40 minutes.

Everything else aside, Meng Fan couldn’t even outrun Wu Tong.

But his mentality was still correct. He couldn’t force himself to go after an unrealistic championship just because of an [I am a Champion] task.

He had already run 200 kilometers, so it was time to go out and experience the atmosphere.

“Mini-marathons are also marathons; are you sure you can finish it?”

Evidently, Meng Fan’s three roommates even suspected the words “participation is key”.

“Worst-case scenario, I’ll just walk it.”

Meng Fan quickly brushed them off, knowing he couldn’t explain it clearly. He then changed into his exercising clothes. He picked up his backpack and headed out.

“Let’s go watch!”

“Xue asked me to go observe cultural practices in Qing Zhi Wu.”

“I have plans today as well.”

“So what? Da Qiang has a date. But you? Heh, aren’t your dates usually at night?”

Zhang Zhou Wei forcibly dragged Xing Ta Ge along to go chase after Meng Fan.

Many students in the academy owned a car, and Xing Ta Ge was one of them. He also happened to be the only one with a car out of everyone in dorm 402.

Xing Ta Ge had purchased his car in the second semester of his first year. He had been deeply abhorred by the high housing costs around the academy and grinded his family for the entire winter break before finally getting one.

His family had originally given him 100,000 HXB to buy a temporary car, but he had other ideas. He had instead taken the money to pay several installments for a highlander which had back seats that could fold down into the rough size of a bed for extremely intimate privacy.

Xing Ta Ge’s thoughts were simple.

Why would I buy a car if it didn’t have this function?!

The “One meter for one grain of rice” mini-marathon was supposedly on the banks of the XiZi lake. However, it wasn’t just a route along the lake, but a route from the Huang Long Gymnasium all the way to Tai Zi park.

It was past 9 o’clock when Xing Ta Ge sported his highlander with Meng Fan and Zhang Zhou Wei in tow. They arrived at the gymnasium, and Meng Fan had solved the problem of breakfast.

Meng Fan and Zhang Zhou Wei got out of the car while Xing Ta Ge went to find a parking space.

“There’s so many people!”

There were many people in the Huang Long gymnasium, most of which already wearing their solid-colored sports jerseys from their respective organizers, distinguishing the competitors from the spectators.

Meng Fan asked around, finding the registration location and scanning its QR to check-in. He then received his own sports jersey.

“You, what size do you wear?”

The employees at the sign-up centre who were responsible for distributing jerseys seemed a bit lost. They even suspected Meng Fan had come to the wrong place.

Is he really here to run?

Even if he was for real, with that type of body, there are no sizes for him!

“You’re here.”