"Micro horse? Marathon?"
"Love run?"
"Activity?"
"This won't be a competitive event, will it?"
"Brother, are you going to play soy sauce or really go to the competition?"
"Fat, you have been running for a few days, but running a marathon is a bit too much, right? Don't run like a marathon!"
The three people in the dormitory all knew that Meng Fan went to the playground for a run twice a day, and they all went to see it separately, but they didn't watch it for too long—who was free to watch how many hours it was? Fan is now a crazy fat man who can run 20 kilometers a day.
"What kind of competition is it? It's just a charity running event. I'm focusing on participating."
Meng Fan really wants to win the championship, but he is also very clear that with his current physical fitness and various conditions, even if this is a charity running competition, it is impossible to win the championship. Let alone the championship, thank God if you don’t fall behind up.
What is the level of the other players participating in the event
Meng Fan felt that no matter how bad it was, it would still be at the level of an ordinary runner at a pace of 6 minutes. Among them, there must be quite a few who can run 10 kilometers in 50 minutes, and there may be a few small gods who can run in 40 minutes.
Not to mention, Meng Fan couldn't even run away from Wu Tong.
Mentality, Meng Fan is still correct, it is impossible to force himself to win an unrealistic championship because of the achievement task of "I am the champion".
I ran more than 200 kilometers, go out and feel the atmosphere.
"A micro marathon is also a marathon, are you sure you can finish it?"
Obviously, the three in the dormitory were skeptical about the words "participation is the most important thing".
"No, let's go."
Knowing that he couldn't tell them clearly, Meng Fan said something casually, then changed into his tracksuit, put his bag on his back and went out the door.
"Let's go and see!"
"Xiaoxue asked me to go to Qingzhiwu to gather folk songs."
"I have a date today too."
"It's fine if Daqiang has a date, but your date doesn't come at night?"
Zhou Zhou forcibly pulled Xing Tage on, and chased after Meng Fan.
There are quite a few students with cars in the Academy of Fine Arts, and Xing Tage is one of them, and the only one in dormitory 402.
Xing Tage bought the car in his first semester of college. He hated the high housing costs around the Academy of Fine Arts and spent a winter vacation at home to buy it.
The family gave him 100,000 yuan to buy a scooter in advance. This guy is good. I used the money to buy a Hanlan with the back two rows of seats that can be flattened like a bed and has a strong privacy. Da.
Xing Tage's idea is very simple, why would I buy a car without this function!
"One meter for one meter" love micro horse, it is said that it is by the West Lake, but in fact the route is not running around the West Lake, but a route starting from the Huanglong Gymnasium to Prince Bay Park.
It was past nine o'clock when Xing Tage drove Meng Fan and Zhou Zhou to the Huanglong Gymnasium in the Highlander, and Meng Fan had already finished his breakfast.
Meng Fan and Zhang Zhou got out of the car, and Xing Tage went to park the car.
"There are so many people!"
There were already many people in the square in front of Huanglong Stadium, and most of them had already put on the special monochrome sports T-shirts issued by the organizer to distinguish the players from the crowd.
Meng Fan asked, found the sign-in place, took out his mobile phone and scanned it to sign in, and then received the sports T-shirt.
"What size are you wearing?"
The few people who were in charge of distributing clothes at the sign-in office were 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 is true, but with this body type, I am afraid that the clothes do not have a size!
"You're here."
When these people were in trouble, Wu Tong walked over from the other side and said to them, "This is my classmate." He took out a bag from the bottom of a special cabinet and handed it to Meng Fan said, "The number is specially for you." He looked around Zhang and asked with a smile, "Are you Meng Fan's roommate? Have you also signed up?"
"No, no, no." Around Zhang waved his hands again and again, "Meng Fan said he was going to run a micro-horse. I don't believe he is bragging, so let's take a look."
"He is very powerful, and micro horses are commonplace for him."
Wu Tong said with a smile, and then said to Meng Fan: "I still have some things to do, I will go to you later before I start running."
Meng Fan is the "first-hand information" of the publicity. Naturally, there will be special arrangements and care during the run later, especially the special care of the event photographer.
After Wu Tong left, Zhou Zhou bumped into Meng Fan: "You boy is awesome! I said before that running is not related to this beautiful girl with traditional Chinese painting. Now the evidence is solid!"
Meng Fan didn't explain, just chuckled and changed his clothes, somewhat guilty. Running is not because of Wu Tong, but it is really because of coming here.
After changing his clothes, Meng Fan saw Xing Tage coming from a distance, with an angry look on his face, he asked curiously, "What's wrong?"
Xing Tage is still angry: "When I met a bad pen, I took the road and drove around and honked the horn at me. Didi, what the hell, what a bad pen!"
Around Zhang advised: "What a big deal, don't be angry."
Xing Tage stared: "I am angry when I hear the word Didi!"
Zhang Zhou was stunned for a moment: "That's so special!"
Meng Fan also swears a bit of shit!
It's really disgusting, he forcibly changed the notification sound of the system to ding in the morning.
At 9:40, the front of the gymnasium was already full of people, most of them were wearing the organizer's monochrome sports T-shirts, and they looked over one by one.
"Meng Fan."
Wu Tong came over and said, "Your starting position will be relatively forward, and you will be arranged in the first echelon behind the leading army."
The leading legion is basically the concentration camp of small gods and great gods who can achieve results at Micromart this time. There are about 30 of them.
"good."
Meng Fan nodded and asked, "By the way, can I broadcast live while I'm running?"
"Live broadcast? Of course!"
Wu Tong suggested Meng Fan's live broadcast, and she has been paying attention to it all the time. She knows Meng Fan's outdoor live broadcast of painting, and also knows that his live broadcast room has tens of thousands of online users. The more publicity of this kind of activity, the better. There are reasons to disagree.
After asking, Meng Fan took out the live broadcast assistant from his bag. The medium-sized shape is no different from ordinary gopros, and he is not afraid of what others will think when he takes it out. There are 20,000 anchors, and it is reasonable to have a better live broadcast tool.
Pretending to connect to the mobile phone, and then opening the certain software, the running progress displayed by the certain software was hung on the upper left corner of the live broadcast screen.
The title of the live broadcast room is set as: Live Micro Horse Charity Run.
Then he posted a message in the group, and now Meng Fan's water friend group in the live broadcast room, he knows of three groups full of 2,000 people.
Not long after the news was posted, hundreds of people flooded into the live broadcast room, and after a while, it was over a thousand.
"Micro horses? Micro marathons?"
"Ten kilometers, shit!"
"Anchor Meng, did you run by yourself?"
"Crap! The photos you saw in the group yesterday are fake?"
"From yesterday's photos, the tonnage of anchor Meng is estimated to be more than 200. Can he run ten kilometers?"
"Two hundred by eye? Then you have to see an ophthalmologist. Fatty Meng must be at least two hundred and three!"
"I'm afraid you don't know that anchor Meng was running live one day early in the morning. He really ran ten kilometers, but he was a little slow!"
"It's a miracle that a person with this tonnage can run ten kilometers. How much faster!"
At this time, most of the water friends in the live broadcast room had seen the photos posted by Tsuji Zhan and others yesterday, and they were full of doubts about Meng Fan's plan to run Weima.
"Anchor, show your whole body if you have the guts, 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 by yourself!"
"You don't need to run the whole course! Just take a photo of the whole body and run 3 kilometers, and I will give a c-position halo every 1 kilometer after that!"
"I'll give you one if I run 5 kilometers!"