My Extraordinary Achievements

“Speak, what haven’t you been telling us lately!”

As Meng Fan entered the dormitory, he was ambushed by his three roommates and shoved onto his bed. Can you blame them? Yes, the weight of Zhang Zhou Wei and his other roommates were enough to hold Meng Fan down, if only by a bit. If they didn’t use all their strength, they wouldn’t have been able to suppress Meng Fan.

Mostly, they managed to do so because Meng Fan did not resist.

“If you have something to say, say it nicely. Don’t just throw me on the bed… At the very least, close the door.”

“F**k.”

The three grown men retreated, disgusted by Meng Fan’s statement.

“Fatty, you’ve been acting really strange lately.”

“Confessions, running, and streaming! What happened to you?”

“Also, what’s the deal with your drawing speed? We all know what your speed was like before!”

“Fatty, are you cheating?”

…

“You actually have the time to stream. Did you finish your illustration work? Really, what’s up with your drawing speed?”

The same question also appeared in Qin Jiao’s WeChat message. Zhang Zhou Wei had sent Meng Fan’s stream link to their class’s group chat, and she had seen the madness.

“My mom did not torture me any less than she did you, not only that, she doubled the amount.”

Qin Jiao responded with a row of crying emotes upon seeing Meng Fan’s message. A wave of memories washed through her memory. Picking up marbles and peas with chopsticks, hanging bells on fingers and not allowing them to ring, wrists tied to sandbags, all to increase the stability and speed of her hands, and training her strength.

The thought of Meng Fan being tortured for a decade and more, she felt pity for him for a whole two minutes.

“How come I didn’t see you were this fast before?”

“If I didn’t stream it, who would notice this?”

After dealing with his three roommates, he had skillfully thwarted Qin Jiao. For now, he had covered up the hand speed issue. Who didn’t have that one moment of stage time in their lives?

His roommates had asked if he was cheating, though it had just been a random question. Who would have thought, even if Meng Fan had told them he was cheating, nobody would believe him.

…

The second morning, Meng Fan went to the track for his usual 5-kilometer run, which compared to yesterday who felt slightly easier. The speed of his pace was not considered fast, but his posture had been adjusted to the point where he was running properly without relying on the black technology running shoes.

The morning class was at 9:30. Taking advantage of the morning, Meng Fan went to the studio to finish and edit the artwork for “Floating Dream in a Millenium”. From them, he selected 30 pieces to submit to Qin Jiao at the end of class.

“This is better than I thought, and faster too.” Qin Jiao roughly looked it over and packed it up. “Wait for my news.”

“Professor Qin, are you free at lunch? Me and a couple of other profs made plans, you want to come?”

Outside the classroom, a young and handsome male teacher pretending to be a passerby had been waiting. He waved hello to Qin Jiao, beaming splendidly, but looking undoubtedly nervous.

Of course another admirer.

“Sorry, I made plans for lunch with some students.”

Qin Jiao turned him down and pointed towards Meng Fan… No, towards Wang Ya Nan and her girlfriends standing behind Meng Fan.

Of course, she wouldn’t use a guy as an excuse.

Evidently, Wang Ya Nan and her friends were used to this routine. They responded quickly, walking towards Qin Jiao, all the while chattering about which restaurants have the best food.

“These dishes sound delicious, I’m drooling. Please take me with you.”

After his confession craze, Meng Fan’s skin had indeed gotten thicker. This was something the old him would never say, especially with that shameless expression.

“If you come, what are we going to eat?!”

Qin Jiao teased him, then left with Wang Ya Nan and her girls.

Meng Fan shifted his gaze to the male professor. The man rushed away as if he saw nothing.

“I’m not that crazy, I didn’t get the girl and I have to take your fat a*s out to eat, keep dreaming!”

“Why are you like this? I’m dieting, I won’t eat much!”

…

“Losing weight? Who are you trying to fool?!”

After being kidnapped by Meng Fan, Zhang Zhou Wei looked around at the dishes stacked around him. Looking at his bank balance on his phone, his face went sullen.

“That’s so weird. It’s like you’re eating more after you started running.” Meng Fan patted his stomach lightly and greedily smiled as Zhang Zhou Wei begrudgingly paid the bill.

Zhang Zhou Wei was still complaining. “Mother f**ker, when Yan Nan agrees to be my girlfriend, I already made preparations to eat ramen this month, but I didn’t expect to cover for your fat a*s. A meal costs me a month of rent!”

Meng Fan laughed. “Stop bluffing, rent my a*s. Why don’t you ask to sleep with her, and see if your queen will agree? If she agrees, I’ll pay your rent.”

As soon as he heard this, Zhang Zhou Wei’s expression looked as if it had been hit by frost. With his understanding of Wang Ya Nan, it would probably take thousands of years before she ‘opened up’ to him.

“I was just making a confession, what we have is pure love, emotional connection is more important than a physical one okay?”

“Heh, are you fooling me or just playing yourself?”

“Get lost!”

University was full of youthful air, and the youth was just a cluster of hormones.

Zhang Zhou Wei had some, Meng Fan did too, only they had no outlet.

As they finished eating, Zhang Zhou Wei had scheduled to go to the movies with Wang Ya Nan. He was prepared to try his luck in the darkness, in hopes of receiving a kiss. Meng Fan could only head for the studio.

He had one more class at 3:30 in the afternoon. Until then, Meng Fan was busy in the studio searching for all different types of loli girls to use as references—conceiving their styles as a preparation for the night.

The seven seductress types from last night were all people Meng Fan was familiar with, as this was a type of character he usually drew. All seven of the girls he had drawn at least once before, so when he had streamed himself it felt comfortable while taking little time.

But regarding lolis, it was a different story. Although he could recall dozens of names in one breath, he was not very familiar with their stylings and characteristics. There were about three or four people he could actually draw just based on memory.

There wasn’t much time, but just enough for Meng Fan to pick out ten Lolis and familiarize with their body shapes… No, their character!

After his class, Meng Fan had a banana to curb his hunger. He changed into his sportswear, stepping onto the track field and beginning his laps.

Five kilometers had become quite easy for Meng Fan, as his lap time was now 8 minutes per kilometer.

Including warm-up and stretching time, and a shower afterward, it took him about an hour and a half. He chaotically ordered some take out for dinner, wolfed it down and rushed towards the studio.

Yesterday’s seat had been taken, so Meng Fan had to switch.

He placed the draft down, opened the phone, adjusted the angle and prepared to stream. He sent a notification in advance to the group chat. Stream begins at 19:30 on the dot.

“He’s here, he’s here!”

“I made it just in time!”

“Hello, Meng Boss.”

In no time, the number of viewers went up to 200.

Scratch, scratch, scratch.

Asides from the sound of pencil on paper, it was silent inside the camera frame.

“Your friend, the speechless host has come online.”

“If you’re real tough sh*t, then don’t talk at all! Don’t appear out of nowhere with a phrase and scare everyone!”

“Who’s he drawing this time?”

“Today was the loli special. Yes, this figure is very lolita.”

“I guess we can kiss yesterday’s seductresses goodbye.”

“There must be some loli’s who have beautiful faces? Like Saaya!”

“Saaya isn’t an anime character? *gasp emoji* I think I know too much.”

“Hestia! Chiho Sasaki! Chocola! Asahina Mikuru! Jindai Komaki! Mizuki Kushiro… Heh, don’t draw too many!”

“Gentleman that’s enough!”

“Does Meng boss seem like someone who would draw this kind of loli?”

“No, he doesn’t seem like it, because he definitely is.”

“Hahahhaha Meng fatty’s actual appearance looks like a little girl!”

“He’s halfway done my god, isn’t this Sakura? Yes, this definitely counts as loli!”