Chapter 65 - Donations (2/2)

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!