Chapter 68 - Taking an Unpaid Job (1/2)

Under competitive circumstances, the ten-kilometer run had consumed a large amount of physical energy. Even though Meng Fan had consumed four or five energy chews before and after the process, it was difficult for it to recover fully, not to mention the labor it involved.

Therefore, once Meng Fan returned to the dorm and showered, he could not get out of bed once he laid down.

“Still didn’t eat yet? Are you waiting for me?”

Zhang Zhou Wei, still bearing a gut full of grief and anger, returned to the dorm. Seeing the unopened takeout containers from the waterfront campus restaurant sitting on the table, he felt touched, melting away half of his anger and grief.

When Xing Ta Ge saw Zhang Zhou Wei whose head had been suffocated to the point of growing ticks from his helmet, and then looked at himself who had been enjoying the A/C in a car during the entire process, he didn’t have the heart to trigger him more by telling him that the food was actually Meng Fan’s. He had bought take out for himself and fell asleep before eating it. Xing Ta Ge forced a small nod and responded, “Meng Fan said to wait until you’re back to eat it, but he waited and waited and fell asleep.”

After that, he continued to read ‘Dong Xuan Zi’. The book had emphasized adjusting a bedroom’s atmosphere using Qi Gong, which Xing Ta Ge thought to be bullsh*t, but the descriptions of the postures and methods still made him believe that these ancestors knew how to have a good time.

In ‘Dong Xuan Zi’, the “nine shapes” and “six potentials” combine “ten fixes” and “eight movements” from ‘He Yin Yang’, the “Eight ways” from ‘The World of Tao’, the tension and pitch from the ‘Su Nu scripture’, and the eight events from ‘Before The Inflection’. Xing Ta Ge could basically imagine the richness and diversity that was imbued in the night lives of his ancestors during ancient times.

Listen to the names of these poses; backflip butterfly, backward flying dragonfly, cockroach pine, lintan bamboo, flying seagull, wild horse leap, white tiger tassel, floating silkworm… So elegant!

Newly learned postures must be practiced.

When Xing Ta Ge saw Meng Fan refuse to wake up, he helped Zhang Zhou Wei finish the food and headed out to go on a date.

Zhang Zhou Wei was also quickly drawn out of the dorm to the library by Wang Ya Nan. Postgraduate exams had been forced onto his agenda.

Buzz buzz buzz.

Meng Fan woke to the sound of his phone. It was a call from the witch Qin Jiao, so he answered it immediately.

“Xiao Ti’s new novel’s illustrated version is on the market, and a copy has been sent to you. Come grab it now, it’s in my office.”

Qin Jiao said and hung up.

Meng Fan rubbed his eyes and looked at the time. It was almost five o’clock.

He didn’t know if it had been his depleted physical energy that had given himself a reason to sleep until the sun was down.

Time to get up.

Five minutes later, Meng Fan left the dorm with his drawing tube in tow.

Along the way, all the unfamiliar students and teachers that he ran into had turned to Meng Fan and gave him a big thumbs up.

This was… returning all the thumbs up he had given to them before?

Apparently not.

Some people who recognized him not only gave him a thumbs up but also chided along the lines of ‘Wow! You can actually run a mini-marathon. How impressive’.

At least it let Meng Fan know the reason behind the thumbs up. After all, his validation was there, and there were viewers from the school that watched his stream. Most of the school had also known about his mini-marathon.

“Five volumes, all autographed.”

She pointed at the books on her desk and then at the chair across from it, indicating for Meng Fan to sit. “Let’s hear it. What’s up with you lately?”

“What do you mean?”

There were no other professors in the office, but Meng Fan was still cautious.

“Streaming, running, thumbs up dances, catching thieves, and your increased drawing skill.” Qin Jiao gave Meng Fan the ‘I’ve seen through you’ look. “When you’re streaming, your drawing skills have increased a lot, but the speed at which it’s going up is a bit too fast… I took your one-month duration and compared it back and forth and found a few problems.”

“God took pity on me and gave me a legendary exterior shell; letting me stream, run, dance, catch thieves, and then rewarded me by increasing my drawing skill.” Meng Fan threw out his standard response, at the same time giving Qin Jiao a questionable look.

‘How are you this bored?’