BXBX NOVEL Chapter 42 - Won’t Be Ugly
Chapter 42: Won’t Be Ugly
Wu Tong quickly finished 6 or so kilometers and kept her speed under 6 minutes for each km that she ran. After seeing that Meng Fan had finished, she slowed her pace down too.
Meng Fan was gasping as he nodded. He was huffing and puffing for air like a drum.
“You’re really something, huh? Respect!”
Wu Tong juggled with her long legs stepping forward three steps, then back two to keep in line with Meng Fan. She was adjusting her breath. Her hands pounded rhythmically at the spots where her muscles were sore.
Quickly, her breathing returned to a less noticeable normal state, leaving Meng Fan feeling slightly regretful.
“Are your knees really okay?”
Wu Tong still found this to be very unscientific, but gradually got used to it. Maybe it was after their conversation about her brothers at home. She found out that she was more at ease talking to him.
“It’s not too late. I think it’s better to combine work and rest. You can run every day, but every once in a while, you should reduce how much you run. Or you can combine running and physical training, rotating the parts of your body that you abuse. That is more healthy and more scientific, not to mention more effective.” She smirked and teased again, “Would you like to know more about fitness swimming classes?”
Meng Fan grinned a bit. He was still breathing heavily. He then groaned. “Yeah, I’ll be more careful.”
Sports injuries were serious issues that shouldn’t be ignored, but Meng Fan had used the most scientific warm-up techniques, along with foot posture, stretching, not to mention the black magic running shoes and headband. He had completely minimized—if not eliminated—all chances of injury.
As for alternating between fitness methods, Meng Fan agreed that combining aerobic and anaerobic exercise would be more effective. But he was too lazy!
He was only motivated to run because it had hung from one of his missions, otherwise, no matter how determined he was to lose weight in his second life, it would probably be like trying to fish for three days while drying the net for two days.
If he switched methods, he would have no perseverance.
Of course, Meng Fan also believed that trying other sports might trigger similar tasks, but for the time being, he didn’t dare think about attaining more missions. His current physical ability was already being challenged to the extreme from running; there was no way he could withstand doing another sport.
If he triggered one, he would have to look at it every day and ruin his mood, so it was better not to try it.
Besides, if he maintained 20 kilometers every day, there wasn’t another exercise that could rival the results running provided.
He mumbled to himself, “The results aren’t that great. After running all these days, my physical state seems to be better, but I don’t think I’ve lost any weight.”
Although he hadn’t weighed himself, Meng Fan was convinced that he hadn’t lost any weight based on his intuition. However, the cellulite on his stomach had reduced by a few rings.
“Does this have to do with my eating habits?” asked Meng Fan with a distressed look. “I run more now, but I also eat more too. I want a scientifically nutritious diet to go with it, but there’s no way to prove if they’re healthy or not. Do you have any suggestions?”
The black magic running shoes had been programmed with this specific nutritional intake program, specifically customized to fit Meng Fan’s physical shape and appetite.
How considerate, he couldn’t help but feel a flutter in his heart.
“Diet is very important. Although there is the saying—letting go and running is so you can let go and eat—but if you really want to lose weight, you have to control your stomach.” Wu Tong shortened her steps. She no longer needed to step back every three paces to match Meng Fan’s speed. “I have a brother who’s a sports nutritionist. I’ll ask him.”
“Really? Then thanks in advance!” Meng Fan saw that there was a lot of follow up to the topic he had brought up. He was happy in his heart until his face turned sour again. “Uhm, he won’t prohibit me from eating, or make me eat gross stuff right?”
“Eat ugly food or be ugly. You pick one.”
Although Wu Tong knew Meng Fan was just playing around, she still maintained a serious tone and emphasized the rules.
“To be honest, your facial features alone look pretty good, only they’re buried too deep in fat. If you slimmed down….”
She then gestured to Meng Fan again, then said very convincingly, “You won’t be ugly. And your height is another plus.”
Wu Tong suddenly became more and more interested as she talked. She wanted to see what a hefty guy like Meng Fan would look like if he slimmed down.
This should be a very interesting and positive experience!
“Are you complimenting me or roasting me? What do you mean by buried? What do you mean ‘won’t be ugly?!” Meng Fan felt the compliment in his heart but still displayed discontent on his face. With a serious expression, he tried to change the subject to something more solemn. “Hmph. I think appearances should come second; the most important thing is to be healthy, and the positive outlook it will bring to my life.”
“…”
Wu Tong left the track to do her stretches. She was suppressing the desire to roll her eyes into her head.
At 9 o’clock in the morning, Wu Tong sent a large chain of information with a cringey title ‘Sports Nutrition and Diet Guidance for Patients with Severe Obesity’, followed by a section she especially attached titled ‘Regarding sports for severe obesity: Scientific Training Guide for Fat Loss and Weight Reduction.’
Even without looking at the content, one could lose two pounds just by reading the title.
Although there was enough scientific guidance in the program that came with his running shoes, Meng Fan still read through the articles, in case Wu Tong asked about it.
As for food, Meng Fan was willing to follow the guidance of his black magic running shoes, which stated to eat a normal diet with less oil and salt.
This seemed easy enough, and it suited him.
When it comes to exercise, running came first. Giving people thumbs up came second.
At 9:30, he had the course ‘Law of animation and movement’. Normally, Meng Fan could skip this class, but now… he was too scared to escape. He obediently arrived on time. He picked a seat farther away from the front. He took out his notebook, pencils, and drawing paper. Regardless of what the lecture content was, all he needed to do was look up at the professor every two minutes, then continue drawing with his head down.
Through the duration of one class, Meng Fan noticed the teacher had looked at him more than ten times, the kind of look that lingered for several seconds. Thankfully, this wasn’t high school, otherwise, Meng Fan would think he was about to be called to answer a question, maybe even three.
By the end of class, Meng Fan had completed 260 drawings for the task [Illustrator]. He was closing the gap to complete task phase 3.
After drawing so many, Meng Fan had felt his drawing skills ‘naturally improve’ under such a short duration, the System attributes aside.
As soon as class ended, Meng Fan headed for Song Cheng. Since he had already decided to furiously collect validation points, he had to go to the best place for it.
Once he arrived, he headed out to find food. He had food in one hand and a thumbs up in the other. He strolled around passing blessings to tourists. After he ate, he began gesturing with both of his hands.
“Look look, the little fatty is back again!”
“Did you know, I saw a video of our chubby brother dancing on the city gate on Tik Tok yesterday; it had over a million likes!”
“I saw it too, but I didn’t expect for it to be posted by a tourist.”
“Do you guys want to find a way to hit him with a silk ball so he can come up again?”
“Are you sure he’d be willing to dance again?”
“You didn’t see him giving everyone the thumbs up? Of course, he’ll be willing to! Why else would he come here today! Maybe this chubby man is trying to get famous!”
The actor playing the minister, technically speaking, did not like having Meng Fan on his stage as he couldn’t control the dynamic. But after weighing the pros and cons, he decided that he could afford to lose control just this once. He smacked the table. “I think it’s doable! Xiao Chun, it’s all you.”
The actress playing Miss. Wang nodded with confidence. She had been tossing silk balls for three years, so she was completely confident she could hit anyone she wanted to. Not to mention the fat guy was a looming target amidst the crowd.
Whoosh.
The silk ball traversed a beautiful arc towards Meng Fan.
Meng Fan had noticed the silk ball long before and had been conjuring a way to attain it. He didn’t expect the ball to come flying towards him. Immediately, he thrust open his arms and created a two-meter range of empty space around him.
‘Got it!’
Didn’t they avoid him after his spectacle yesterday? Why were they so supportive today? Did the actress for Miss. Wang had a change of heart?
No need to press for answers. Meng Fan strutted forward on his own.
The crowd was bigger today than it had been. He had to distribute at least a hundred ‘blessings’.
They were all points!