My Extraordinary Achievement Chapter 86 – Donations Round Two

Translator: Dragon Boat Translation Editor: Dragon Boat Translation

“He’s here!”

“666!”

“2 hours 28 minutes 47 seconds!”

“He managed two and a half hours!”

“Hahahaha! Where did all these dumbass netizens come from? What’s with the firecrackers!”

“Meng fatty’s stream can be renamed to the congregation for dumbasses!”

“Why do I feel so funny towards something so inspiring; but I’m still crying!”

“Why are you skeptical? Y’all better start crying!”

“He ran two hundred kilometers, set off the firecrackers!”

“Finally, it’s over. I feel like I’m more tired from watching than Meng Fan was of running!”

“Hurry up, go home and draw again. The village bathroom is out of toilet paper!”

“Hahaha, my friends are asking what drama I’ve been pursuing. I said it was ‘the tale of two cities’. How smart am I?”

“Shouldn’t it be ‘Forrest Chump’?”

“It’s clearly the modern version of Icarus chasing the sun! Running this far, it must be… right?”

“Bro, Meng fatty is here for a concert okay!”

“Whoever promised the C spot halo better deliver!”

“Whoever promised the smoldering smoke better deliver!”

“Whoever promised…”

One gift followed another, stirring up havoc on the homepage. They were all drowned in the thick barrage of live comments.

Shortly after, relying on the gifts received, fifty thousand people had sent Meng Fan to the front page of 8th Station. Although there weren’t many big shot streamers on at ten in the morning, it was still very impressive!

Overall, he received twenty-one C spot halos and four smoldering smokes, alongside countless other small gifts.

Because of the stream and its lottery, the viewer count in his channel had skyrocketed to 100,000, which was rare for a morning broadcast.

At this time, Meng Fan converted his steps to a slow walk after arriving at the finish point. He mustered a grin to the fickle netizens who were waiting for him. He opened his mouth to speak, but his throat was taken over by a wind like gasp.

“Water!”

“Towel!”

A fickle netizen held a bottle of water in one hand and a towel in the other.

Meng Fan gestured, and the perceptive netizen opened the water and poured it on his face.

Yep, he had watched marathon competitions go down, so he knew that was what Meng Fan meant.

Meng Fan, who had wanted the netizen to wet the towel for him, didn’t know what to do. He could only give him a thumbs up.

“Do you need me to help you?”

A thin-looking netizen asked him with concern, following alongside Meng Fan, fearful that he would fall.

“You can’t support him, bro!”

Another fickle netizen chimed in straightforwardly. “Uhm, how about you stand to the side? I think Meng boss already has enough pressure without having to worry about falling on you.”

The other fickle netizens were also very blunt, chatting away with Meng Fan and the others around them, each with a mouth like a barrage transmitter.

“Meng fatty, it really was you who was running!”

“Hahaha, you think he got a stunt double?”

“F*ck, he’s way more… majestic and brave than I had expected!”

“After seeing all the videos and photos from all the other fickle netizens, I was already very shocked. I didn’t expect him to be even more… handsome!”

“What now? I was going to say seeing Meng Fan this time would encourage myself to lose weight, but seeing how tired Meng fatty looks now, I kind of want to give up!”

As long as it didn’t hinder him, Meng Fan tried his best to maintain his smile, allowing them to continue to badmouth him.

“Is the celebration over?”

After about three minutes, a man in a police uniform around 30 years old or so approached them, pointing to the streamers and bellowing at the group, “This is not okay!”

“Sorry, sorry.”

Each netizen had been more thoughtful than the next, so they were aware that the security uncle had noticed them when they sounded the firecrackers and streamers. It was already very humane of him to wait until they were finished celebrating to mention cleaning up the garbage, so one step forward had netted a series of apologies.

“Uhm, we were a bit too happy, so we forgot about it. Uhm, we will pay the fine and receive the necessary punishment. Of course, if you have a broom or something, we can sweep it up ourselves.”

“Whatever, whatever! Fining you isn’t my goal. Be careful next time.”

Initially, the security uncle wanted to say something, but after seeing their bright attitudes, he waved his hand and called a custodian over.

Five minutes later, Meng Fan caught his breath. He took out the sports drink bottle from his bag and began to drink in small sips, gradually beginning to gulp.

“Thank you guys for coming to my concert.”

Meng Fan also took out his stream assistant and panned it across to film all the fickle netizens. After smiling and saying a few words, he then pointed it back at himself, also thanking the netizens that were watching the stream virtually. “Thank you for all your support! I know there are some of you who have followed me from the beginning of this run. So I just wanted to ask you guys, how are you so bored? Hahaha!”

“Netizens who are with him, help me beat him up!”

“Hahaha, beat him up!”

“Why is Meng fatty becoming more and more troublesome?”

“Where’s the promised ‘charmingly naivety’?”

“The man has collapsed!”

Meng Fan pretended not to see their comments, bluntly switching the subject. “Time to talk about real business. All the gifts from this run, I will donate to Shan Jin’s charity fund.”

He took out his phone as if pretending to look at the stream comments. At this time, another frenzy of gifts began to take off. He smiled. “Alright, I’ll wait three more minutes. If you guys want to send gifts, then send them now. Three minutes later, I will count the gifts and donate them all.”

Pew, pew, pew.

Suddenly, several more C spot halos appeared amongst other small gifts, some coming in batches of over one hundred at a time.

When three minutes was up, Meng Fan opened the statistics and began counting the gifts from the day he started running, September 30th.

During the last four days, Meng Fan had streamed more frequently. From running to the nightly tours, he had streamed a minimum of 8 hours every day. There were plenty of viewers, and he received a lot of gifts.

Every time he ran into a traffic jam or some dumbass fickle netizens or night toured past someone good looking or an interesting event, he would receive a shower of gifts, including this time when he broke through the finish line.

The number he ended up with shocked him a little. Counting the gifts received in the last three minutes, the total value of gifts received was at 72,000!

On average, this was a good number for one day!

To be honest, Meng Fan did not have many viewers online in his stream, so it couldn’t even compare to the famous streamers on the site. But the ratio of gifts he received was genuinely no small feat.

Of course, most of these people consisted of fans who were ‘rich hillbillies’. Out of 72,000 gifts, about 40,000 came from the same dozen hillbillies.

For example, XuJiaYu’s FiveStar Hardware Shop, WhoKnowsNianXiu, Forgive灬Me, ZaiXiaDoggo, QiXiaoMo, LOVEhanfei, ZhangFeiFeiYiDe, SnowDayParadiseLW, Blue Child Full of Joy, KAzhKA, JoeGeLiPeak, etc;

“F*ck, 70,000 gifts? Do all streamers make this much now?”

“This isn’t too much, at least not compared to the gifts those entertainment girl streamers receive in a day.”

“Forget it, other streamers count on earning as much as possible, but Meng host genuinely doesn’t want to make money! The more he makes, the more he loses!”

“Hahaha, you think the fickle netizens giving him gifts are supporting him? More like suffocating him!”

“I’m really curious how much Meng host is going to donate this time!”

“Is he going to donate the gifted amount in cash? My god, he’ll have to compensate for half again!”

“More than half, there’s also tax!”

“I think it’s best not! I’m too scared to give him gifts!”

“Let’s be real for a second. The host can only receive half the value of the gifts.”

“Last time, Meng host received 10,000 worth of gifts and donated 10,000! Basically, he compensated 5000 himself!”

‘How much to donate?’

Meng Fan was conflicted as well.

Donate only the 36,000 he received from the divided income?

He thought it was not a presentable amount.

Straight-up donate 72,000 and compensate 36,000 himself?

With the [Wealth Distribution Cherub] task still in progress, Meng Fan was honestly willing to accept the idea.

He thought about it, and it seemed too deliberate. It was also not good for the fickle netizens to get accustomed to this method of donations.

Time to compromise.

“The gifts are worth 72,000, and I made about 36,000. Since I said I would donate to public charity, then I shouldn’t completely rely on the gifts you guys have sent me. I will make up 14,000 and make a perfect 50,000.”