"Marathon?"

"Love Run?"

"Activity?"

"It's not going to be a competition, is it?"

"Big brother, are you going to play soy sauce or are you really going to play?"

"Fat, you've been running for a few days, but it's a bit too much to run a marathon, right?

The three people in the dormitory all knew that Meng Fan went to the playground to run twice a day, and they all went to see it separately, but they didn't look at it for too long-who had nothing to do to look at it for more than an hour, how hot it was--they didn't know that Meng Fan was now a crazy fat man who could run 20 kilometers a day.

"It's a public welfare running event, and I focus on participating. ”

Meng Fan really wants to win the championship in the competition, but he also knows very well that with his current physical fitness and all aspects of conditions, even if this is a public welfare running competition, it is impossible to win the championship, let alone the championship, thank God for not falling behind.

What level are the other competitors participating in the event?

Meng Fan thinks that no matter how bad it is, it is also the level of ordinary running enthusiasts with a pace of 6 minutes, of which there are definitely not a few who can run 10 kilometers for 50 minutes, and it is estimated that there will be a few gods who can run for 40 minutes.

Not to mention anything else, Meng Fan couldn't even run away from Wu Tong.

mentality, Meng Fan is still upright, and it is impossible to really force himself to win an unrealistic championship because of the achievement task of [I am the champion].

I've run more than 200 kilometers, so let's go out and feel the atmosphere.

"A miniature marathon is also a marathon, are you sure you can finish it?"

Obviously, the three in the dormitory are even suspicious of the words "focus on participation".

"If it doesn't work, let's go. ”

Meng Fan knew that he couldn't tell them clearly, so he dealt with it casually, and then changed into sportswear, put on his bag and went out.

"Let's take a look!"

"Xiaoxue asked me to go to Qingzhiwu to collect wind. ”

"I also have an appointment today. ”

"Daqiang has a date, forget it, aren't your dates all night?"

Zhang Huan forcibly pulled Xing Tage and chased Meng Fan.

There are many students in the Academy of Fine Arts who have cars, and Xing Tage is also one of them, and he is also the only one in the 402 dormitory.

Xing Tage bought a car in the second semester of his freshman year, and he bought it after he hated the high housing fees around the Academy of Fine Arts.

The family gave him 100,000 yuan to buy a scooter in advance, this guy is good, take the money to buy a Highlander with two rows of seats flat and very private and very private.

Xing Tage's idea is very simple, what do I buy a car for without this function!

"One meter for one meter" love micro horse, said to be on the shore of West Lake, in fact, the route is not around West Lake, but a route from Huanglong Stadium to Prince Bay Park.

It was already past nine o'clock when Xing Tage drove the Highlander to carry Meng Fan and Zhang to the Huanglong Gymnasium, and Meng Fan had already settled breakfast.

Meng Fan and Zhang got out of the car, and Xing Tage went to park.

"There are so many people!"

There were already a lot of people in the square in front of the Huanglong Stadium, and most of them had already put on special monochrome sports T-shirts issued by the organizers to distinguish the players from the onlookers.

Meng Fan asked, found the place to sign in, took out his mobile phone and scanned it to sign in, and then received a sports T-shirt.

"How big are you wearing?"

The few people in charge of distributing clothes at the sign-in area were all a little confused, and they even wondered if Meng Fan had come to the wrong place.

Are you really here for a run?

Even if it's true, but with this body type, I'm afraid that the clothes don't have a number!

"You're here. ”

When these people were in a dilemma, Wu Tong came over from the other side and said to these people, "This is my classmate." As he spoke, he took out a bag from the bottom of a special cabinet, handed it to Meng Fan, and said, "The number I asked for you." He looked around Zhang again and asked with a smile, "Are you Meng Fan's roommate?"

"No, no, no. Zhang waved his hand again and again, "Meng Fan said that he was going to run a micro horse, I don't believe he thought he was bragging, so let's take a look." ”

"He's very powerful, and we're a regular thing for him. ”

Wu Tong said with a smile, and then said to Meng Fan: "I still have some things to be busy with, I'll go to you before I start." ”

Meng Fan is the "first-hand information" of publicity, and there are naturally special arrangements and care for the next running, especially the special care of the photographer of the event.

After Wu Tong left, Zhang bumped into Meng Fan around him: "You kid Niu Bi! I said before that running is not related to this beautiful girl in Chinese painting, now the evidence is conclusive!"

Meng Fan didn't explain, so he smiled and went to change his clothes, somewhat empty-hearted. It's not because of Wu Tong to run, but it's really here to come.

After changing his clothes, Meng Fan saw Xing Tage walking from a distance, his face was angry, and he asked curiously, "What's wrong?"

Xing Tage is still angry: "When I encountered a pen, I took advantage of a few blind handfuls and opened it blindly, and I especially pressed the horn at Lao Tzu to die, drip, drip, drip, bless pen thing!"

Zhang Zhou persuaded: "What a big deal, don't be angry." ”

Xing Tage glared: "Lao Tzu was angry when he heard the word Didi!"

Zhang was stunned for a moment: "That's grassy!"

Meng Fan also scolded a bad thing!

I really feel disgusting, and the prompt drops of the system were forcibly changed to dings by him in the morning.

At 9:40, the front of the gymnasium was already full of people, basically wearing the organizer's monochrome sports T-shirts, looking at the past one by one.

"Meng Fan. ”

Wu Tong walked over and said, "The starting position you are waiting for will be relatively forward, arranged in the first echelon behind the leading legion." ”

The leading legion, basically the small god and big god concentration camp that can produce results this time, there are about 30 of them, they start with the organizer for extra timing, and the other runners use a certain dong APP to time themselves.

"Good. ”

Meng Fan nodded and asked, "By the way, can I run live while running?"

"Live, of course!"

Wu Tong, who was live broadcast by Meng Fan, proposed it, and she has always been paying attention to it, knowing that Meng Fan went to the outdoor live broadcast to paint before, and also knowing that the number of people in his live broadcast room is as high as tens of thousands, the more publicity of this kind of activity, the better, how can there be any reason to disagree.

After asking, Meng Fan took out the live broadcast assistant from his bag, the size of the medium-sized form is no different from that of an ordinary Gopro, and he is not afraid of what others will think of it, besides, he is now an anchor with a stable number of online people in the live broadcast room of 20,000, and it is reasonable to have a live broadcast tool that is more than a point.

Pretended to connect to the mobile phone, opened a certain dong software and face, and specially hung the running progress displayed by a certain dong software in the upper left corner of the live broadcast screen.

The title of the live broadcast room is set to: Live Micro Horse Love Run.

posted a message in the group again, and now in the water friend group in Meng Fan's live broadcast room, he knows that there are three full groups of 2,000 people.

Not long after the news was sent, hundreds of people poured into the live broadcast room, and after a while, it broke 1,000.

"Micro-marathon?"

"Ten kilometers, rub!"

"Anchor Meng is you running by yourself?"

"! The photo I saw in the group yesterday was fake?"

"Yesterday's photos visually measured that the tonnage of Meng anchor was more than 200, and he could run ten kilometers?"

"Two hundred, then you have to see an ophthalmology, Meng Pang is at least two hundred and three more!"

"I'm afraid you don't know that Anchor Meng was running in the live broadcast early one morning, and he really ran ten kilometers, but it was a little slower!"

"It's a miracle that this tonnage weight can run ten kilometers, how fast can it be!"

At this time, most of the sailors in the live broadcast room had seen the photos posted by Tsuji Chop and others yesterday, and they were full of doubts that Meng Fan was going to run a micro-horse.

"Anchor, if you show your whole body, let us watch you run the whole distance! What is it if you can't see the picture of you running, who knows if you are running!"

"You don't need to run the whole way! just shoot your whole body to run 3 kilometers, and then I'll give you a C-position halo every 1 kilometer!"

"I'll send one when I run to 5 kilometers!"