“He really did it!”
The squatting Da Fei slammed into the ground, muttering to himself amidst the cheering. “F*cking hell, this is a world record not some long term relationship, how can he break it so easily?!”
Da Fei massaged his numb legs and stood up and joined the cheering.
“World record, a new world record!”
The MC’s voice also cracked on command, excitement flowing from within it. He slapped his hands on his chest, almost too excited to speak. “The new seven ball shooting machine single player world record has been broken at this moment! Let’s all chant his name!”
Excitedly, he directed the mic at the audience.
Then…
“Meng Fan!”
“Iron master!”
“Wait what are we calling out?”
The crowd was out of control. Some people recognized his contestant’s name, while some people heard the maid army’s nickname for Meng Fan. Some people did not react in time regarding what this brother’s name was. After all, they only remembered his speed and accuracy, not his name.
“Let’s all scream out his name!”
The MC was a bit stunned. He was not a person who easily admitted defeat, so he brought on another wave of rhythm, adding a guideline for the chants: “Iron devil!”
He pointed the mic at the audience.
The audience gave him the face, feeling that the name ‘Iron devil’ sounded very heroic. They all yelled together.
This nickname… Meng Fan surrendered.
If nobody mentioned it, who would have known it would have evolved to this?
After five minutes of brewing chaos, they finally returned their attention to the competition.
The tournament was not over.
The finale was divided into three rounds, and the first one had just finished now.
Only, when Meng Fan broke the record with 840, he had stopped with two seconds left on his timer. How could they continue scoring?
Since the competition rules would take the highest score out of the three rounds, Meng Fan decided to forfeit the next round, and the third one as well.
When Meng Fan forfeited the second and third rounds, the audience naturally did not harbor any more interest in the game. The other three contestants had also lost their enthusiasm.
In the end, it had to be the 840 points that broke the recorded score that ended up qualifying for the provincial finals.
“Can’t respect that!”
As the forecasted winner of the competition, the wind god wasn’t upset in the slightest. He took the initiative to shake hands with Meng Fan to congratulate him and said, “Three years ago I was standing on the side watching the record-breaker in this competition, but today I was lucky enough to compete with the new record holder!”
Meng Fan appreciated very much the open-mindedness of his opponent as he patted him on the arm and said, “I’m happy for you as well.”
The wind god paused for a minute, then bellowed with laughter.
The on-site MC announced the winner, and Meng Fan heard the ding in his mind. The system had judged this to be a provincial level competition and rewarded him with one championship honor point.
Since he received the point directly, it didn’t affect the success rate for judging competitions below provincial and municipal competitions. The original success rate he had accumulated has not been cleared either.
With two championship points, his BUFF increased to 1%.
The next step was the award ceremony. The prizes for the CGL tournament was solid. It wasn’t some pre-charged gift card, but straight-up cash.
The champion got 10,000 HXB, runner up received 5000, third place gets 3000, and top six gets 1000 each.
There were also some other special prizes. For example, the champion also would receive a basketball in addition to basketball shoes, jerseys, and a special card provided by the organizers and the arcade. There was no money in the card, but it could be used to play most of the games in the arcade for free, aside from the claw machines.
After the award ceremony ended, the organizers had a cordial conversation with Meng Fan. Of course, a photo op was inevitable as well.
Only Meng Fan was not that interested in talking with them. After all, the reporters were waiting!
The reporters had felt that the previous interviews were too hasty and simple. They had prepared for a re-interview. After all, they had initially only interviewed him based on the specification of the champion. Now, he was the world record holder!
Meng Fan also had this enlightened thought. He had done so just for the sake of these reporting agencies. Once he caught the opportunity, he hoped to finish the subtask for [News Figure] in one go.
As for the requirement of needing to be reported by a national-level media platform 10 times, Meng Fan did not even dare to think about it.
It wasn’t hard to receive a local interview, as provincial and municipal agencies were considered local. Even the websites with a media category could be considered local; it had a side range.
But the national level was different. What was the national level media agency? To put it bluntly, it was the kind that had the words Hua Xia, The People’s or Central before it!
Was that something you could just be published on so easily?
Even if he had broken the CGL basketball tournament’s record, and even if this record was equivalent to breaking the world record for men’s singles on the seven ball machine, Meng Fan did not feel like he would make state media. After all, the influence of these shooting machine games paled in relevance in front of these agencies.
“Student Zhou Wei.”
Wu Tong looked towards Meng Fan, who was receiving an endless chain of interviews from several media agencies and asked Zhang Zhou Wei. “Did he always… Love being interviewed before?”
“Mr. Meng had always been the forefront of promoting sports and mind exercise…”
The brazen mouthed Zhang Zhou Wei felt like he could not continue to lie. Although Wang Ya Nan was very hopeful that Meng Fan could end up with Jiao Yan Ran, it did not prevent Zhang Zhou Wei from maintaining Meng Fan’s personal image. Enjoying the interview process could be equated to being a show-off and liking to brag, how could he put it in a humble yet admirable way… It was too hard. He thought about it and decided not to be so vain. “Actually, Meng fatty has always been very lowkey. Maybe his passion just got ignited by the game… yes.”
Wu Tong smiled. “This passion is great. I am just curious, as sometimes what he displays contradicts with his actual character.”
Wu Tong knew Meng Fan was a lowkey person. After all, he had such well-known figures as his sister and mom that nobody knew about.
Zhang Zhou Wei’s brazen mouth finally felt that he could respond to her doubts adequately. “People are all walking contradictions!”
Of course, who wasn’t? There was no problem with saying that!
Meng Fan did not take it overboard either. After modestly accepting each interview, he shyly smiled and withdrew. After all, he just broke a world record. A simple interview should be enough courtesy to make the news.
More importantly, he was hungry again.
“Let’s go eat!”
Meng Fan slapped the 10,000 HXB of hard cash in his hands and left the arcade with Wu Tong, Zhang Zhou Wei, the maid army, and Da Fei’s crew. They decided to avoid the mall’s fifth floor, as it wasn’t comfortable to have people watch you eat. The squad took a cab and headed for the waterfront restaurant outside the academy.
“He really did it!”
The squatting Da Fei slammed into the ground, muttering to himself amidst the cheering. “F*cking hell, this is a world record not some long term relationship, how can he break it so easily?!”
Da Fei massaged his numb legs and stood up and joined the cheering.
“World record, a new world record!”
The MC’s voice also cracked on command, excitement flowing from within it. He slapped his hands on his chest, almost too excited to speak. “The new seven ball shooting machine single player world record has been broken at this moment! Let’s all chant his name!”
Excitedly, he directed the mic at the audience.
Then…
“Meng Fan!”
“Iron master!”
“Wait what are we calling out?”
The crowd was out of control. Some people recognized his contestant’s name, while some people heard the maid army’s nickname for Meng Fan. Some people did not react in time regarding what this brother’s name was. After all, they only remembered his speed and accuracy, not his name.
“Let’s all scream out his name!”
The MC was a bit stunned. He was not a person who easily admitted defeat, so he brought on another wave of rhythm, adding a guideline for the chants: “Iron devil!”
He pointed the mic at the audience.
The audience gave him the face, feeling that the name ‘Iron devil’ sounded very heroic. They all yelled together.
This nickname… Meng Fan surrendered.
If nobody mentioned it, who would have known it would have evolved to this?
After five minutes of brewing chaos, they finally returned their attention to the competition.
The tournament was not over.
The finale was divided into three rounds, and the first one had just finished now.
Only, when Meng Fan broke the record with 840, he had stopped with two seconds left on his timer. How could they continue scoring?
Since the competition rules would take the highest score out of the three rounds, Meng Fan decided to forfeit the next round, and the third one as well.
When Meng Fan forfeited the second and third rounds, the audience naturally did not harbor any more interest in the game. The other three contestants had also lost their enthusiasm.
In the end, it had to be the 840 points that broke the recorded score that ended up qualifying for the provincial finals.
“Can’t respect that!”
As the forecasted winner of the competition, the wind god wasn’t upset in the slightest. He took the initiative to shake hands with Meng Fan to congratulate him and said, “Three years ago I was standing on the side watching the record-breaker in this competition, but today I was lucky enough to compete with the new record holder!”
Meng Fan appreciated very much the open-mindedness of his opponent as he patted him on the arm and said, “I’m happy for you as well.”
The wind god paused for a minute, then bellowed with laughter.
The on-site MC announced the winner, and Meng Fan heard the ding in his mind. The system had judged this to be a provincial level competition and rewarded him with one championship honor point.
Since he received the point directly, it didn’t affect the success rate for judging competitions below provincial and municipal competitions. The original success rate he had accumulated has not been cleared either.
With two championship points, his BUFF increased to 1%.
The next step was the award ceremony. The prizes for the CGL tournament was solid. It wasn’t some pre-charged gift card, but straight-up cash.
The champion got 10,000 HXB, runner up received 5000, third place gets 3000, and top six gets 1000 each.
There were also some other special prizes. For example, the champion also would receive a basketball in addition to basketball shoes, jerseys, and a special card provided by the organizers and the arcade. There was no money in the card, but it could be used to play most of the games in the arcade for free, aside from the claw machines.
After the award ceremony ended, the organizers had a cordial conversation with Meng Fan. Of course, a photo op was inevitable as well.
Only Meng Fan was not that interested in talking with them. After all, the reporters were waiting!
The reporters had felt that the previous interviews were too hasty and simple. They had prepared for a re-interview. After all, they had initially only interviewed him based on the specification of the champion. Now, he was the world record holder!
Meng Fan also had this enlightened thought. He had done so just for the sake of these reporting agencies. Once he caught the opportunity, he hoped to finish the subtask for [News Figure] in one go.
As for the requirement of needing to be reported by a national-level media platform 10 times, Meng Fan did not even dare to think about it.
It wasn’t hard to receive a local interview, as provincial and municipal agencies were considered local. Even the websites with a media category could be considered local; it had a side range.
But the national level was different. What was the national level media agency? To put it bluntly, it was the kind that had the words Hua Xia, The People’s or Central before it!
Was that something you could just be published on so easily?
Even if he had broken the CGL basketball tournament’s record, and even if this record was equivalent to breaking the world record for men’s singles on the seven ball machine, Meng Fan did not feel like he would make state media. After all, the influence of these shooting machine games paled in relevance in front of these agencies.
“Student Zhou Wei.”
Wu Tong looked towards Meng Fan, who was receiving an endless chain of interviews from several media agencies and asked Zhang Zhou Wei. “Did he always… Love being interviewed before?”
“Mr. Meng had always been the forefront of promoting sports and mind exercise…”
The brazen mouthed Zhang Zhou Wei felt like he could not continue to lie. Although Wang Ya Nan was very hopeful that Meng Fan could end up with Jiao Yan Ran, it did not prevent Zhang Zhou Wei from maintaining Meng Fan’s personal image. Enjoying the interview process could be equated to being a show-off and liking to brag, how could he put it in a humble yet admirable way… It was too hard. He thought about it and decided not to be so vain. “Actually, Meng fatty has always been very lowkey. Maybe his passion just got ignited by the game… yes.”
Wu Tong smiled. “This passion is great. I am just curious, as sometimes what he displays contradicts with his actual character.”
Wu Tong knew Meng Fan was a lowkey person. After all, he had such well-known figures as his sister and mom that nobody knew about.
Zhang Zhou Wei’s brazen mouth finally felt that he could respond to her doubts adequately. “People are all walking contradictions!”
Of course, who wasn’t? There was no problem with saying that!
Meng Fan did not take it overboard either. After modestly accepting each interview, he shyly smiled and withdrew. After all, he just broke a world record. A simple interview should be enough courtesy to make the news.
More importantly, he was hungry again.
“Let’s go eat!”
Meng Fan slapped the 10,000 HXB of hard cash in his hands and left the arcade with Wu Tong, Zhang Zhou Wei, the maid army, and Da Fei’s crew. They decided to avoid the mall’s fifth floor, as it wasn’t comfortable to have people watch you eat. The squad took a cab and headed for the waterfront restaurant outside the academy.
