5 minutes and 48 seconds!
This is the result of Meng Fan's crazy sprint in the last kilometer.
This score is very good.
It was definitely Meng Fan's highest pace so far.
Putting it on him, coupled with the high-intensity consumption of running 9 kilometers, even after drinking two bottles of sports drinks and four energy gels, it is still a proud achievement.
In the competitive state, all the strength of Meng Fan's current physical fitness was squeezed out.
Of course, even at such a pace, Meng Fan didn't make it past the 60-minute mark in the end.
Ten kilometers, 1 hour and 24 seconds!
This is Meng Fan's final result, and the people in the live broadcast room can naturally see it.
"It almost ran into an hour, what a pity!"
"It's a pity, it's a pity, but I'm really awesome!"
"At the beginning, the speed of six minutes per kilometer stunned me. I didn't expect it to be so strong later on!"
"As a person who often runs half-marathons, Boss Meng's physical distribution is definitely at the artist level!"
"I really didn't expect anchor Meng to be such a persistent man!"
"Pang Meng's energy consumption for running ten kilometers should be twice or three times that of ordinary people, right?"
"When you go from 160 fat to 170 or even 180 and look back, you will know how bad your physical condition is!"
"Speaking of which, with a body like Anchor Meng running at such an intensity, how can he even play sprinting? Can his body take it?"
One stone stirred up a thousand waves, and the person who was finally able to attract attention suddenly remembered the sand sculpture commentary.
And the sand sculpture commentator finally picked up the phone after straightening the little donkey. If it was a few seconds later, God knows if his life would be in danger.
Picking up the phone, Zhang Zhou didn't care about the little donkey and being hit by the railing, let alone where the camera was aimed, and hurried towards Meng Fan.
He was also worried about Meng Fan.
The people at the finish line were all watching Meng Fan from a distance. They wanted to get closer, but they were all persuaded by the eyes of the four or five gods to ensure the air circulation. To them, Meng Fan was basically considered a patient. , Not long after, the medical team from the organizer came.
More than 200 catties, almost 60 minutes in 10 kilometers, and the last distance is a sprint!
This makes the organizers have to worry!
Preparing for the medical team is to worry about accidents, and the probability of accidents in Meng Fan's case is extremely high.
"Well, brothers, I want to lie down for a while."
Meng Fan was forced to continue walking with the help of four or five great gods. To be honest at the beginning, his whole body was basically attached to these great gods. have to move.
"no!"
Several great gods refused in unison, and then looked at Meng Fan in surprise, his voice was still quite powerful, and his breathing seemed to be much smoother.
"Then let me go and see for myself?"
It is still uncomfortable to be carried around for a long time.
"Then you have to be careful."
A big-looking, long-legged elder brother gave a word of advice to him with gentle eyes, and then motioned for the others to let go of their hands, but before he walked far, he still stood at a distance of one step closer to Meng Fan and looked at him with his hands half-raised, ready to Hugged Meng Fan who was about to fall.
Seeing this, the members of the medical team could only stand aside temporarily and wait for Meng Fan to walk smoothly before helping him to check his body.
As for the others, most of them were taking pictures, and after two or three minutes, they slowly moved their phones to other directions.
The photographers reached by the photography team basically focused on taking care of Meng Fan.
The micro-marathon is still going on, and people have reached the finish line one after another.
Two minutes later, Meng Fan started to stretch, and the worried people around him also breathed a sigh of relief.
"Brother, you are awesome!"
The god with gentle eyes still insisted on asking the medical team to do a simple blood pressure and other checks on Meng Fan. Seeing that everything was within the normal range, even within the range of normal people, and that there were no health problems caused by weight, he was quite impressed. Turning to Meng Fan's running results, he couldn't help giving him a thumbs up.
However, the next words made Meng Fan feel a little uncomfortable: "I weighed you when I first helped you, you must have two hundred and thirty-seven eight?"
Meng Fan suddenly felt uncomfortable when the scale was weighed, and he quickly denied it: "I haven't weighed it since I passed one hundred and ninety-nine. I think it's less than two hundred."
The master was amused, and felt that he was a bit too much and smiled awkwardly, and it was impossible to ask further questions.
"Give."
Wu Tong handed Meng Fan a towel to wipe off his sweat, and gave him a single-color T-shirt of the same size. She prepared two suitable for Meng Fan in advance, and said, "Hurry up and change it so you don't catch a cold. "
The t-shirt on Meng Fan's body looked as if it had been fished out of the water. If he had to wear it all the time, he might catch a cold. It would be sticky and wet and uncomfortable.
After Meng Fan recovered, fellow runners began to ask for group photos. ,
As for the group photo, Meng Fan is very familiar with it. After slowly recovering his physical strength, he also took the fifth energy gel to restore his physical strength and relieve his fatigue. He is willing to smile, and he looks good when he smiles.
It's just that no matter what, it can't cover the fatigue of being hollowed out by ten kilometers.
The only thing that makes Meng Fan feel regretful is that the task of [Group Photo Brother] has been completed, and there is no follow-up upgrade task. It is a pity that so many experience points have been lost.
Yes, you can't just refuse to take a photo with everyone just because you don't have any tasks to do.
At least, at least when taking a group photo, working together to compare a few likes is always a little bit of experience.
"fat."
Zhou Zhou finally squeezed over. He had long forgotten what Meng Fan had told him not to take pictures of him in front of him. The phone almost missed Meng Fan's face, and said, "The water friend in the live broadcast room asked you to say a few words." There was a pause. After a while, seeing Meng Fan staring at him, he came to his senses, and smiled, "I just took pictures of you in front of me, and all the pictures you keep taking together are all in the live broadcast screen. Uh, um, your back was taken What are you afraid of from the front, no matter how the front looks, it looks better than the back view."
Meng Fan also resigned to his fate, who made himself so determined to leave this matter to Zhang Zhou, he knew it would have been handed over to Xing Tage.
In fact, it’s not a big deal that I really can’t show my face. Anyway, now that I’m tired, I don’t think much about whether I’m nervous or not when facing the camera.
"After all, I can't escape the fate of relying on my face for food."
Meng Fan followed what he had said before, took a breath, and said: "The running is not bad. I am very satisfied. I have performed supernormally, much better than my usual running. Don’t try it just because I can run ten kilometers with this tonnage. Running should be done step by step. I have run hundreds of kilometers back and forth, and my knees are more wear-resistant than ordinary people. You can't learn it."
He bragged half-jokingly, then pretended to look through the gift records, and then said: "Hey, there are 80,000 people online now, thank you very much."
"While everyone pays attention to me, I hope that those who run in the water will also pay attention to the public welfare activity of one meter for one meter. I have also seen the gifts presented. I cut the backstage to show everyone the exact number, and then go there to donate Yes. Thanks to Xu Jiayu’s family for opening a hardware store, thank you to someone who told me that Nianxiu has been gone for a few days, thank you...you do what you say, and I will definitely do what you say.”
All the water friends in the live broadcast room saw today's gift income in the background, among which Xu Jiayu opened a hardware store at home with 8 c-position halos, one more than what he had promised.
In addition, there are 5 c-position halos from four water friends, and a large number of small gifts worth more than 4 million golden gourds from other water friends.
In total, it is worth more than 9.8 million gold gourds, which is equivalent to more than 9,800 Huaxia coins.
"Come up to a whole number and make it 10,000."
Meng Fan walked over to the donation point. There was a donation box at the donation point, and of course there was also a QR code for charitable donations. After all, people seldom bring cash with them when they go out, let alone running Weima.
Wu Tong is at the donation point, and with his good looks there, he can always increase some donations.
Meng Fan switched to WeChat with his mobile phone, scanned the QR code, and asked Wu Tong to confirm that this was a public welfare account, and not posted by a sneaky guy, so he transferred 10,000 yuan to it.
"Here's a donation certificate for you... so much!"
Wu Tong was startled when he saw the amount of the donation.
Donation is not the main content of this event, but an incidental one. Generally, runners donate a little after the run. Basically, it is tens of hundreds to one hundred and eighty-eight. Meng Fan is good, directly 10,000 .
The water friends in the live broadcast room were also taken aback. It is not surprising that Meng Fan is really willing to donate so much income to them, but the 9800 is the value of a gift, and the income of the anchor will be halved!