"8th Station television channel, 8th Station television channel!" 

"Residents of the realistic heaven, scholars of the sacred place, warriors who broke the 4th wall!" 

"We are now streaming for you the 8102 Mou Dong's one meter for one grain of rice charity mini-marathon event in Hang Cheng, XiZi lake." 

Zhang Zhou Wei perched on his small donkey scooter and had accepted the reality while wearing a safety helmet. He began to make good from what he had and fully optimized his brazen mouth and began to commentate. 

"This charity mini-marathon has a total of two thousand five hundred and eighty-two contestants, mostly consisting of college students and young white-collar workers." 

"Amongst all these contestants, it is difficult to not notice some bright-eyed partic.i.p.ants that attract our attention." 

"Please follow my lens and look to your left. Yes, these are the young ladies that don't want me to transfer the focus once you've seen them. It is said that these dozens of young ladies are all from ZheJiang University's Aerobics team! Everyone says G.o.d is equal, so after giving them a functioning brain, he also gifted them beauty and a good body! So everyone else gets to be ugly and low IQ. That way, they won't notice something is wrong!" 

"Now, look over here again. This is a G.o.ddess running team. It is said that most of the members of this running group have a total mileage of over 500 kilometers on the Mou running APP. Then how did the rest of them enter the running team? Could the reason behind this be caused by their bodacious figures, or their beautiful faces? Let us follow the lens into the secret garden of the G.o.ddess running groups here at XiZi lake." 

"Yes, it's begun. The pretty ladies have started running!" 

At the sound of the pistol, the crow-like flock of people began to stir up a crowd, flowing through the gate like the tide, gus.h.i.+ng out with increased speed.

Zhang Zhou Wei, still riding his small donkey, was shocked at the scenario. It took him a few seconds before following them out, unable to find Meng Fan at all. 

"Where did this dumba.s.s commentator come from!" 

"Hahahahaha! Meng Boss's roommate is killing me!" 

"You can do it, dumba.s.s commentator!" 

"If you can lose Meng Fan riding on your small donkey, then you should kiss bikes goodbye for the rest of your life!" 

"I see him!" 

"Hahaha, Meng boss's figure is too easy to find!" 

"F*ck he's actually running. I thought he was going to walk there!"

"And he's running pretty fast too." 

"The speed of this tonnage. I'm seeing ghosts!"

"Bada.s.s, bada.s.s!" 

"He ran one kilometer in so long. His time seems pretty good, six minutes and thirty seconds." 

"Not just pretty good, it's bada.s.s! I thought someone of Meng host's stature would for sure get left behind!" 

Meng Fan's phone was in Zhang Zhou Wei's hands, but the viewers could still see the numbers in the stream room through the data provided by his running shoes.

The reason why Meng Fan was so daring to connect these statistics to his mobile phone was simple. In the past two years, running shoes with smart chips had been endlessly emerging in the market. These smart chips had precise GPS positioning and could provide data such as mileage and time. 

When he ran before, Meng Fan had always wanted to know his mileage, so he mostly relied on the laps of the track, or familiarized himself with the length of the route he had been running. Slowly, along with his smartphone, he began to grasp his pace and distance when he ran on his routes. 

With the smart chip, he could leave the dorm without his phone and still retain accurate and synchronized data. 

And it was cheap too! 

It cost around the same as regular running shoes, if not sufficiently cheaper than name-brand running shoes. 

Each year, the advancement and development of technology was different. 

"Six minutes and thirty seconds!" 

Meng Fan saw the pace depicted in the virtual interface from his sneakers. He was quite shocked as well. 

After ingesting the sports drink, Meng Fan's body was in an extraordinarily good physical state. 

Under these conditions, Meng Fan could perform to his best abilities. 

Additionally, once he began running, the pacing had been distributed based on a six-kilometer run. 

And after running the first kilometer, he had continued to increase. 

Partly it was because he was confident of his good physical state, and the other part was the energy chews which could replenish his stamina anytime. 

Since he entered this kind of compet.i.tion and began streaming it too, Meng Fan would not allow himself to fall behind. 

Of course, with his current pace, it would be difficult to do so. 

Two thousand or so people had entered. Over half of them being running enthusiasts. It was no big feat for them to run ten kilometers in under an hour. 

Another half, or safely speaking, a small half were the people who partake in running but not very often that had just followed the hive mind. It was easy for them to run ten kilometers, but probably not in an hour. 

Hence, with Meng Fan's current speed, he could pa.s.s by being sandwiched in the middle until the finish line. 

Only, once his speed was raised, his mentality became unstoppable as well. Meng Fan wanted to know what kind of level he could attain with the help of his sports drinks and energy chews. 

"This guy's pretty bada.s.s!" 

The organizer had found more than a dozen photographers to film the mini-marathon in its entire duration. The footage would then be trimmed and some interesting or inspirational content would be selected to be featured in their promotional campaigns. 

Out of them, one of the photographers was exclusively tasked with focusing on Meng Fan throughout the entire marathon. He was one of the biggest highlights of this mini-marathon and also provided the most inspirational and positive material for promotion. 

The built photographer with tattooed arms had already focused his lens at Meng Fan several times before and after he began. This time, he left the camera on him longer, surprising him even more. 

"This dude is still increasing his speed!" 

The tattooed-arm photographer asked the driver to approach Meng Fan, chatting with him in amazement, "This buddy's got to be at least 230 pounds; don't you think? Have you ever met someone this fat who could run this fast?" 

The driver thought carefully and responded, "Spherical shaped Elton Cale could run 100 meters in ten point zero five seconds. Adebayo Akinfenwa weighs two hundred pounds and can still do the Roulette Ma.r.s.eilles, and the two hundred pound alien Ronaldo could still pa.s.sively....." He paused for a moment, feeling like he said too much. "I'm a soccer fan. The other sports? I only know of Shaquille O'Neal." 

The tattooed-arm photographer felt like he had punched a pile of cotton. 

Sir are you acla.s.s representative? Because you're so outstanding!

"But realistically, I've never seen someone this fat run this fast." 

The driver was kind since he gave the tattooed-arm photographer a step to retreat. After all, he genuinely thought his tattoos were good looking. 

The tattooed-arm photographer suddenly lost interest in the conversation, finally realizing why the other videographers didn't want to take this car. 

Like the tattooed-arm photographer, the fickle netizens from the stream channel also were shocked by what they saw, not to mention the other contestants who were overtaken by Meng Fan. 

Did a f*cking moving wall just pa.s.s me?

There was a supply point every 2.5 kilometers along the mini-marathon route. There were cups of poured out water and some chocolate and bananas. Meng Fan reached out and grabbed a cup of water. 

At this time, his sports drinks had satisfied all the moisture requirements his body needed, so he only took it for show. As he poured the water on his face, he ate an energy chew. 

The energy chew could restore 20% of one's physical strength and could relieve 50% of one's fatigue.

20% meant 20% of the total physical strength, not 20% of the consumption. 

Meng Fan's pace had been set based on his physical fitness for a 6-kilometer route. After eating the energy chew, he basically replenished 1.2 kilometers, meaning he had only run 1.3 kilometers. 

Continue accelerating!

Meng Fan could feel his stamina recover rapidly and decided to speed up once again. 

3 kilometers, 18 minutes and 30 seconds. 

With this time, Meng Fan recognized that he was getting close to the speed of a regular runner. 

It was also much faster than his usual results.