Chapter 134 - Lose Fat, Not Weight (1/2)

When Meng Fan slipped out of the basketball court, he headed straight for the track field.

It was already late October, so the sun wasn’t as poisonous. Although it wasn’t completely dark, there were no problems with running.

He ran ten-kilometers, ensuring his daily rate of 20 kilometers and headed back to the dormitory to shower.

Recently, especially since he started arcade shooting, Meng Fan found that his fat reduction speed was faster than before. This also proved Wu Tong’s point that sports should be diversified and not limited to just running.

When he prodded his stomach with his fingers, he could occasionally feel the muscle trapped under the fat. Now, it felt easier to reach. He could poke it anytime and feel it, and the muscles inside were quite hard too.

He couldn’t speak for his whole body, but the belly that had been the most severely stricken area was already seeing results. Before it had been shaped like a ball, but now he could squeeze it with two fingers. Of course, the thickness was still there.

So far, Meng Fan had ran over 600 kilometers, so his physical condition far exceeded what it was before. He was also more flexible than before, less clumsy, so much that his mind couldn’t keep up with his body.

As for his weight, to tell the truth, Meng Fan felt hopeless. After all, he hasn’t been subtle in the eating department. He had a hunch that his movements were just fat loss instead of weight loss.

At least, Meng Fan felt his weight was still hovering above 200.

He was definitely still a fatty, but now he’s become a flexible fatty.

He really wanted to reduce the fat on his body to an average amount, but he knew that it would take time. He estimated he had to complete 1000 kilometers at least.

Based on his body fat percentage, Meng Fan had been at about >40% before receiving the system. Now he should be below 30%, maybe 28% or 29%, which was quite a lot.

However, he was still a long shot from the average male range of 12-18%.

It is said that for every 5% of body fat dropped, there would be a significant change in body size. Meng Fan had doubled that number, so the changes to his body were indeed visible.

“How long do you need to shower for? Hurry, the food’s gonna get cold.”

Chen Da Qiang had two tutoring classes that afternoon. After class ended, he brought some pork hock rice from a nearby Chaozhou restaurant. He took four portions in total, one for each person in the dorm. In addition, he also brought some rice noodle wraps and smashed oysters. These two dishes were a job for Meng Fan.

He ate until he was about 70% full and paced back and forth in the dorm to digest as he discussed with Chen Da Qiang about the assistant job.

“Mr. Sleepy is a new rich tycoon.”

In the first sentence, Meng Fan established the rate of pay. Chen Da Qiang’s family background was not bad, but since he began college he’d been paying for his living costs himself. He was a person who was more demanding of himself.

The salary could be paid by Meng Fan, but considering it carefully, he felt better if it was paid directly by Mr. Sleepy.

“The text is provided by Mr. Sleepy, so we have some design freedom. As long as it doesn’t affect the main plot, we can decide for ourselves. As for the main story, there is also room for discussion. Mostly it will focus on our manga adaptation content. As for the storyline, you will have to help me write since I don’t think I can handle it alone…”

“…My rate of production won’t be slow, so you’ll mostly be responsible for outlining, shading, coloring, scanning etc… After drawing for a while, you can decide the amount of work you want to do. I really hope that you can also help with some post-production, such as special effects, rendering, speed lines, etc…”

“That’s about it for now. The details we can decide once I produce the draft.”

Meng Fan thought for a moment and added, “If there’s too much work and you have to rush your draft, you can come to my house. That way you won’t have to worry about lights off here.”

“Is that okay?” Chen Da Qiang asked.

“Of course it’s okay! Meng boss’s house is luxe beyond your imagination!” Xing Ta Ge suddenly blurted out.

“Really?”

This provoked Zhang Zhou Wei’s interest as well. Pulling on Meng Fan, he said, “I think I would like to interview for this position as well.”

Meng Fan could only chuckle.

Once the assistant business was settled, Meng Fan went back to drafting for his manuscript. That night’s stream content would be creating illustrations for “There’s A Spirit Underground”.

“There’s A Spirit Underground” was no less popular than the novel by Xiao Ti that Qin Jiao had referred him to, so it was not good for them to see unreleased information. However, now that he had some copyright to “There’s A Spirit Underground”, and Mr. Sleepy didn’t oppose, it would be a good opportunity to promote the book before serialization.