My Extraordinary Achievements Chapter 10 - Black Magic Running Shoes

Chapter 10: Black Magic Running Shoes

Translator: Dragon Boat Translation Editor: Dragon Boat Translation

If it’s produced by the system, it must be top-notch!

This was the knowledge numerous books about time travel had taught Meng Fan, and despite being trolled so extensively by his own system, he chose to believe it.

The running shoes required 100 points to redeem, and Meng Fan currently had 111.

Bought!

As long as these shoes really were as great as the description, Meng Fan was satisfied. He didn’t expect any more black magic.

After he successfully exchanged his points, Meng Fan took a look at the shoes in his “mind”. They emerged from his thoughts, physically forming into his hands, scaring Meng Fan so much he jumped.

Like a thief, he scanned the area around him, and only let out a sigh when he was sure that n.o.body saw it.

To see someone on this track field wearing track shoes and simultaneously holding another pair, people would for sure consider Meng Fan mentally unstable.

Even more, if they had seen the shoes emerge out of thin air, he would be even more screwed.

After he realized what was happening, Meng Fan became dumbfounded once again.

These shoes were tiny. Like the size of a phone charm, not even the length of his thumb.

Are you f***ing kidding me?

How can this be worn!

As he was still pondering, Meng Fan saw the shoes become two streaks of light, shooting into the shoes on his own feet. This once again scared him into a jump.

Then, he felt the running shoes on his feet begin to change like magic.

Yes, it was only a feeling, not evident in appearance.

The shoes he wore still looked like the same sneakers he had from before, but Meng Fan felt completely different.

It wasn’t a psychological effect, like one you only feel in your heart; it was an honest, st.u.r.dy feeling, similar to finding shoes that were comfortable on his feet.

Pretty comfortable!

His soles felt much more supported than before, and the sultry sweaty feeling on his feet began to disappear.

These didn’t feel like shoes anymore, but an extension of his body.

He took a few steps. The bottoms of his feet no longer hurt as much.

Taking a closer look, Meng Fan “saw” in his field of view a vast array of data, including mileage, time, pace, stride, calorie count, etc; All that was promised in the item description.

“This is freaking black magic!”

The figures floated in front of Meng Fan, similar to the virtual projections seen in many sci-fi movies… Meng Fan looked around him again, particularly at the wind like girl who was still furiously running laps. He nodded to himself, affirming that he was the only one who could see these projections.

“Try running again!”

The new pair of black magic running shoes greatly motivated Meng Fan. After walking a short distance to find his feet no longer hurt, he found his courage and began running again.

“Beep. The owner has been detected, entering into a running state. Running shoes function activated.”

“Beep. The owner has been detected to have serious issues with posture, would you like to proceed in activating the forced intervention function?”

The alert rang in Meng Fan’s mind.

“Yes.”

Meng Fan knew the importance of good posture, even if it had to be forced.

“Beep. Activating gait correcting forced intervention function, adjusting in real-time to the owner’s physical stature.”

Meng Fan suddenly felt his feet caught by some powerful force. Every time his foot landed, this force would adjust and reduce the portion of his heel touching the ground, preventing them from turning too inward or outward…

There was no question, it was uncomfortable as h.e.l.l to feel as if someone was grabbing your feet, but Meng Fan was beginning to see the results. The correct gait had reduced the wear on his knees; adjusting the timing of his toes leaving the ground had shortened his stride time, and overall his energy consumption had been greatly reduced… Simply put, it was less painful and way less tiring.

Also, he was faster.

Even after running one kilometer, his current state was bad enough. However, his move speed was faster than the last time he ran.

The effects of Running shoes: Speed +1 are this good?

Meng Fan thought this was very likely. It could also be due to the added correctional function.

Overall, these shoes gave Meng Fan the motivation to continue running.

“… Eh?”

Still das.h.i.+ng her laps, the wind like girl was surprised to see Meng Fan running again.

After finis.h.i.+ng her 20th lap, the girl stopped, stretching while curiously looking towards Meng Fan, who was still running.

Meng Fan’s appearance was particularly eye-catching on the track, not to mention the halo of perseverance she had bestowed upon him.

Of course, it was only interesting for a while, as the girl proceeded to leave after she finished her stretches.

…

“I can’t, I’m done.”

The power brought on by the running shoes had been depleted after his second kilometer. Sweating profusely, Meng Fan slowed from a jog into a walk. Compared with the previous kilometer, this time was supposed to be more tiring. However, his knees and feet did not ache as much as he had expected; only his muscles were a bit sore, which was normal due to the fatigue.

“It takes more than one cold day for a river to freeze three feet deep; I can’t become skinny in one run.”

Meng Fan found a “positive” excuse for himself, then stretched according to the instructions provided by the running shoes. After he was done, Meng Fan contently strolled out of the track field.

…

“My G.o.d, you actually went running?”

When Meng Fan arrived back at the dormitory, Zhang Zhou Wei was already awake in bed and playing with his phone. Surprise overtook him upon seeing Meng Fan’s sweat-soaked s.h.i.+rt.

“You thought I was all talk huh.”

Meng Fan chuckled, then drank some water before entering the bathroom to take a shower.

“Fatty, you’re really trying to lose weight, huh?”

Meng Fan finished showering and stepped out. The two other guys in their dorm were also awake by this point, joining Zhang Zhou Wei in disbelief as they all stared at Meng Fan.

“Why is it that something is weird about you!”

“Not just a little either, you’re acting too weird!”

“Yesterday you went crazy in confessing, and today you’re losing weight? My dude, did you make another bet with someone again?”

“It’s not because yesterday you lost a bet and ma.s.s confessed to everyone and got all around rejected so you felt triggered, right?”

“Fan my brother, I don’t think you should lose weight! Think about it, if you don’t lose weight when people reject you they’ll just call you fat. If you did lose weight, when they reject you, they will say it’s because you are ugly!”

“Zhou Wei’s point should be considered. As the saying goes, fat people have potential… If you actually got skinny and still turned out ugly… As humans, we should still leave some room for the imagination, and leave you with a lifeline as well.”

“…”

“Get lost!”

Meng Fan flipped his three roommates his middle finger and flopped over into his bed.

Fatigued, the most romantic… no, the most labor-saving way to deal with them, was to sleep.

“Cheh.”

Meng Fan’s roommates chuckled as they returned the finger, still in disbelief that Meng Fan would successfully lose weight.

“You’re going to skip cla.s.s again?” Zhang Zhou Wei pointed out.

Meng Fan abruptly sat up.

Zhang Zhou Wei grinned: “Oh right, we don’t have cla.s.s today.”

Meng Fan did not have the energy to squabble.

He got up after only sleeping for an hour. He headed to the library once again to review the information he had collected. He went back at noon for a quick nap, rejecting the temptation from Zhang Zhou Wei to play Overwatch. In the afternoon, he obediently remained in the studio, as he had to finish all his costume designs before 6 pm that afternoon.

After dinner, he took a small break and waited for the sun to completely disappear before changing into his exercise clothes, and once again started to run.

Usually, running to lose weight is best accompanied by one day of rest in between, or only going three to five times a week. This interval was mainly to give the knees and other joints enough time to recover. But in Meng Fan’s case, these problems did not exist.