"You're going back?"　

"Of course, or you'd rather think that I'll wait for you?" 

"I have a last-minute interview."　　

"You're playing me on purpose? If you're not here why can't you just mail the package, instead of making me run outside in such hot weather? Back and forth took me two and a half hours lady!"

"Hahaha this is good for your weight loss, besides, even though I didn't get to see you, I could see your figure entering and leaving the hotel from the other room, so at least I can rest in comfort knowing you are okay."　

"Your phone doesn't have a video function, right? Also, if I am so fat who worked the hardest here don't you have an idea?" 

"You heartless little sh*t, I brought you so many things and not even a thank you!"　

"These are two separate things."

"Then, why don't you say thank you?" 

"I counter!"

"Heh, then it's still two separate things." 

While he organized, Meng Fan chatted with Meng Cai Wei, rattling on and off. 

On the side was Zhang Zhou Wei, carefully helping out while letting out inaudible screams at the same time. They had long guessed Meng Fan's family background was the best out of everyone in the dorm, but they were still surprised, as this wasn't even bought by Meng Fan himself, but sent by someone else as a favor from his sister. 

'I wish I had an older sister like this!' 　

The special editorials and journals may not be expensive, but the price of even one of the figures must have cost an arm and a leg. But even this could not compare to the G.o.d tier autographs... Well, even if the signatures could be queued for, how can you explain these original ma.n.u.scripts?

Oda! Yos.h.i.+hiro Togas.h.i.+! Akira Toriyama!

How could you get your hands on this kind of stuff if your family didn't have coal?!

"Hey what's this? Make-up?" Zhang Zhou Wei saw a box sitting alone to the side. Curiously, he picked it up and looked at its packaging. No matter how he looked at it, it didn't look like something related to the Shonen jump 15th-anniversary souvenirs. 

"Fatty, you really changed, you're even starting self-care! What brand is this, THE-GINZA, I haven't heard of it?"

"You're not Pigeon over there, how many brands can you know?" Meng Fan chuckled to himself. "This isn't for me, this is from my sister, for the witch." Meng Fan had already told Zhang Zhou Wei his relations.h.i.+p with the witch, so there was nothing to hide. 

"Your sister is too nice no? Even thinking to bring gifts for your teacher! It must have cost a lot?" 

"I don't know if it's costly or not, but I know this isn't on my behalf, they knew each other beforehand." 

"Oh."

Zhang Zhou Wei was one step closer to understanding Meng Fan's relations.h.i.+p with the witch.　

After finis.h.i.+ng, Meng Fan sent a part of it home with express delivery, specifically buying insurance for it as well. The other half he left in his dormitory, as he couldn't distribute some to Zhang Zhou Wei and his other roommates. 

"My sister brought something for you, I'll bring it over now?" 

Meng Fan sent Qin Jiao a WeChat message, changing into his running clothes and returning to his phone. She said she was in her office, so he grabbed an ordinary canvas bag and put the set of THE GINZA products into it snugly. Dropping it off at the office, he considered turning in his homework. Otherwise, it would really be regarded as a gift. 

When Qin Jiao saw Meng Fan's running attire, she immediately smiled. There were no other teachers around, so she couldn't help but tease him. "Are you going to exercise or to rehab?"　　

"Professor, please mind yourself!" 

Meng Fan dropped the bag on her desk and turned to leave. "Who's she trying to bully?"

The witch was delirious, picking up her phone and messaging Meng Cai Wei. "I received your package, did you upset him again?" 

Once he arrived at the track, Meng Fan had just run 5 kilometers before he stopped. Including the 5 kilometers from the morning, he was at 98 kilometers total, only 2 kilometers away from completing task phase 4. Meng Fan, who had some degree of obsessive-compulsive symptoms was very uncomfortable when he looked at the total mileage. He had wanted to finish the laps if it weren't for the lack of time.　

For his evening live broadcast, the first five drawings were all ancient weapon ill.u.s.trations, all of which were famous instruments such as the 'sunset bow', whiplash, overlord spear, Fang Tian Flayer, Tang knives, etc; some were from myths and legends while others were from historical romances, and some from real life. 

Meng Fan drew each one carefully, even mindful to incorporate his own designs and details. He had avoided the sword on purpose, as they were related to the last five drawings. The ill.u.s.trations for 'The Supreme Sword' would definitely include swords. 　

The stream went smoothly, although the peak viewers weren't as high as the day before, they were still around 3200-5300, which was close to yesterday's numbers, and drastically higher than previous days. 　

Meng Fan naturally hoped each day would be better than the last, but it was acceptable right now for his viewers to increase and maintain their numbers through to the next day. 

It was okay to think about becoming famous overnight, but not too much. 

The next day, Meng Fan woke up earlier than usual and arrived at the track field while it was still dark. 

"Beep! Your total mileage has reached 100 kilometers, completing task phase 4 [Travelling Deity]. Reward: Points +100, endurance +1, strength +1, speed +1." 

"Ding! You can do it! You've ran 2 kilometers, elapsed time 15 minutes and 40 seconds.　　

The notifications followed one after another; one in his ear, the other in his head. Although he'd been waiting for it, Meng Fan was still embarra.s.sed the moment he heard the notification went off. The excitement from increasing stats for three attributes at once was inevitable, but what he couldn't comprehend was the absentmindedness. 

100 kilometers! 

To Meng Fan, this had been an unimaginable number no matter how he looked at it. And yet, he had done it. 　　

In the past, he had been overwhelmed by even just hearing this number. Now, just ten days after he resp.a.w.ned Meng Fan actually completed it! 　

If he discloses this to the public, n.o.body would believe it. 　　

Even his three roommates who had witnessed Meng Fan running twice a day, would not believe that Meng Fan had run 100 kilometers. 　

If someone could imagine it, it would be...　

Meng Fan, still running, saw a figure looming up on the edge of the track field. 　　

"She would believe me right?"　　

It was difficult for Wu Tong not to see Meng Fan's figure, not to mention he was just who she'd come looking for. 

Wu Tong smiled and waved, and continued her warm-up exercises. 　

Meng Fan retracted his thoughts and felt the changes in the three additional attributes. 

100 kilometers to Meng Fan was the ultimate watershed in this task, giving him three attribute scores at once. Strength, endurance, and speed complemented each other, the changes to his physical strength, running speed and overall physical state were all very obvious. Compared to before, it was a qualitative leap. 　　

Faster!

According to the data provided by his black magic running shoes, Meng Fan gradually increased his step frequency by 10%, reducing the contact time by 5%. He tried his best to maintain his breathing rhythm... 　

"Ding! You've ran 3 kilometers, elapsed time 23 minutes and 20 seconds."　

"Ding! You've ran 4 kilometers, elapsed time 30 minutes and 55 seconds."　　

"Ding! You've ran 5 kilometers, elapsed time 38 minutes and 25 seconds."　

Meng Fan used 3 kilometers of milage, adjusting to the data provided by his shoes. Slowly, he managed to bring his lap time to 7 minutes and 30 seconds.

His breathing rhythm remained unchanged, and physical exertion was similar to his previous pace of 7 minutes and 50 seconds. 

Continue!　　

Meng Fan decided to run 10 kilometers this morning, striving for 7 minutes and 25 seconds per km during his sixth to the eighth kilometer. The last two kilometers he pressed for 7 minutes and 30 - 35 seconds. 

This kind of change in pace, if not all of a sudden for the three attribute increase, Meng Fan wouldn't have dared to test. 　

If this attempt was successful, and his body became familiarized with the new attributes, Meng Fan thought that the next time he ran he could go for 7 minutes and 30 seconds at the start. This kind of pace for a 5-kilometer run should be no problem, but how long can he maintain it if he was still up in the air?　

"Still running?"　

Wu Tong ran 8 kilometers today, only lapping Meng Fan four times. This basically confirmed what kind of pace Meng Fan had been running at, as well it told her how many kilometers he'd run. Based on this, Wu Tong was a little surprised. 

He's going for 10 kilometers, isn't he?

This improvement is too fast! 

If it had been a regular person Wu Tong wouldn't have been too affected, but for someone of Meng Fan's caliber, it was hard to believe. 

For someone with his kind of capacity to run 10 kilometers, anyone who saw it would be shocked.

"Are his knees made out of steel?"

After finis.h.i.+ng her stretches, Wu Tong, who had planned to head back to shower, stayed and continued her training. She wanted to see how long Meng Fan could run for, and how fast. 

"If someone like him entered the 'one meter for a grain' charity mini-marathon, it would bring a lot of positive energy and influence, right?"