Chapter 86 - Donations Round Two (1/2)
“He’s here!”
“666!”
“2 hours 28 minutes 47 seconds!”
“He managed two and a half hours!”
“Hahahaha! Where did all these dumbass netizens come from? What’s with the firecrackers!”
“Meng fatty’s stream can be renamed to the congregation for dumbasses!”
“Why do I feel so funny towards something so inspiring; but I’m still crying!”
“Why are you skeptical? Y’all better start crying!”
“He ran two hundred kilometers, set off the firecrackers!”
“Finally, it’s over. I feel like I’m more tired from watching than Meng Fan was of running!”
“Hurry up, go home and draw again. The village bathroom is out of toilet paper!”
“Hahaha, my friends are asking what drama I’ve been pursuing. I said it was ‘the tale of two cities’. How smart am I?”
“Shouldn’t it be ‘Forrest Chump’?”
“It’s clearly the modern version of Icarus chasing the sun! Running this far, it must be… right?”
“Bro, Meng fatty is here for a concert okay!”
“Whoever promised the C spot halo better deliver!”
“Whoever promised the smoldering smoke better deliver!”
“Whoever promised…”
One gift followed another, stirring up havoc on the homepage. They were all drowned in the thick barrage of live comments.
Shortly after, relying on the gifts received, fifty thousand people had sent Meng Fan to the front page of 8th Station. Although there weren’t many big shot streamers on at ten in the morning, it was still very impressive!
Overall, he received twenty-one C spot halos and four smoldering smokes, alongside countless other small gifts.
Because of the stream and its lottery, the viewer count in his channel had skyrocketed to 100,000, which was rare for a morning broadcast.
At this time, Meng Fan converted his steps to a slow walk after arriving at the finish point. He mustered a grin to the fickle netizens who were waiting for him. He opened his mouth to speak, but his throat was taken over by a wind like gasp.
“Water!”
“Towel!”
A fickle netizen held a bottle of water in one hand and a towel in the other.
Meng Fan gestured, and the perceptive netizen opened the water and poured it on his face.
Yep, he had watched marathon competitions go down, so he knew that was what Meng Fan meant.
Meng Fan, who had wanted the netizen to wet the towel for him, didn’t know what to do. He could only give him a thumbs up.
“Do you need me to help you?”
A thin-looking netizen asked him with concern, following alongside Meng Fan, fearful that he would fall.
“You can’t support him, bro!”
Another fickle netizen chimed in straightforwardly. “Uhm, how about you stand to the side? I think Meng boss already has enough pressure without having to worry about falling on you.”
The other fickle netizens were also very blunt, chatting away with Meng Fan and the others around them, each with a mouth like a barrage transmitter.
“Meng fatty, it really was you who was running!”
“Hahaha, you think he got a stunt double?”
“F*ck, he’s way more… majestic and brave than I had expected!”
“After seeing all the videos and photos from all the other fickle netizens, I was already very shocked. I didn’t expect him to be even more… handsome!”
“What now? I was going to say seeing Meng Fan this time would encourage myself to lose weight, but seeing how tired Meng fatty looks now, I kind of want to give up!”
As long as it didn’t hinder him, Meng Fan tried his best to maintain his smile, allowing them to continue to badmouth him.
“Is the celebration over?”
After about three minutes, a man in a police uniform around 30 years old or so approached them, pointing to the streamers and bellowing at the group, “This is not okay!”
“Sorry, sorry.”