My Extraordinary Achievement Chapter 49
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My Extraordinary Achievement Chapter 49: Reasonable Function
As he ran, Meng Fan would take a look at the live comments periodically. There weren't many people, but the channel was heated.
Aside from the few words he spoke at the beginning, Meng Fan remained quiet.
One, because he was already heaving from running and had no breath to break his rhythm. Two, he realized that he should refrain from answering their questions, because in reality if he was running he shouldn't be able to see their comments unless he could fake 'holding his phone' while running. That would be difficult, not to mention confusing.
Meng Fan had decided on streaming his run after he received the stream assistant. As the broadcast progressed, he began to consider some other details pertaining to his stream.
Sometimes, he had to pretend he couldn't read the live comments. This was a crucial point he had to remember.
As for the size of the stream assistant, when nobody was around, he could shrink it to badge sized, but if people were present, it had to be at least medium-sized.
The medium size could pass for a GoPro type camera, one that had the stabilization function. As for why his camera, in particular, was smaller, higher quality, had incredible stability, high def, and unending battery life… He did not plan on going into that detail.
After all, with the advancement of modern technology, there have been more and more high functioning handheld or tilt stabilizers appearing on the market.
After adding a belt that was strapped to his chest—although it looked a bit silly—people thought it was a reasonable functioning device.
With so many extreme sports like surfing and parachuting being recorded appropriately, running wasn't even on the same level.
Of course, the stabilizing feature and pixel definition could all be lowered, so it didn't pose a big problem.
He then thought of the large form, the one sized like a drone, Meng Fan reminded himself that this kind of device could not be just 'controlled' with his brain in public. He had to dispel all thoughts of streaming himself from 'god's perspective'.
Unless he could free up his hands and took out his phone and pretend to control it from an app.
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This kind of operation would definitely not work while he was running. Although it could work for other situations. After all, this kind of intelligent device couldn't just be used for running.
As for its invisibility function, it couldn't ever be used during a stream.
Unless he wanted to record something secretive, in which case the transparent function would be very useful.
As he was running, Meng Fan periodically checked the virtual interface, going over what else he should take note of, thinking about the possible flaws that could occur.
After all, he had read several web novels, and despite the thrill he got out of using his black magic equipment, he had to be a bit more prudent and cautious. His 'presence' was high and could easily be spotted by someone. It was unlikely he would be caught and sent to questioning, but it would stir up trouble nonetheless.
If anything threatened his life safety—especially after he had so painstakingly been reincarnated—and beaten into a "GG", not only would the universe be disgusted, even he would be disgusted with himself for ruining such a good hand of cards!
"Ding! Great job! You've run 10 kilometers, elapsed time 1 hour 4 minutes and 13 seconds."
After 10 kilometers of high intensity running, Meng Fan was virtually improving with every run. Now, his average speed had dropped to around 7 minutes and 25 seconds, and among those ten, 1to 2 of those kilometers could reach 7 minutes 20 seconds. The tough kilometers he maintained within 7 minutes and 30 seconds.
"He's slowing down."
"He stopped."
"Is it finally over?"
"This has been the most boring stream I've ever watched!"
"You bunch are the most waste group of netizens I've ever met, hahaha!"
"This had to be at least an hour?"
"He can really run!"
"Although he's slow… but damn, the man can run!"
"Hey host, how far have you run?"
"Did you not just hear the voice alert? 10 kilometers!"
"Everyone says the host is a fatty. I don't believe it!"
"See see see, the pretty girl is here again!"
"The host is walking over!"
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"Kakaka this girl looks so tough!"
"Her figure, her actions!"
"Hey hey hey, can you stop turning your camera, turn back, turn back!"
"Turn back, turn back!"
Meng Fan walked another lap, then headed towards Wu Tong who had finished running and was stretching. At the same time, he removed the medium-sized stream assistant from his chest.
Show face?
Not a chance.
Meng Fan tossed the stream assistant onto the grass, pointing the camera in one direction and walked towards her, only showing his back.
By then, he figured out some technical details. Meng fan thought that running could still be broadcasted, as it could contribute to other content on his stream. He was bored anyway and as long as even a few people entered his channel, he would benefit from it.
Of course, it would be great too if more people watched.
As of now, Meng Fan displayed his large body on the live stream as another means of attracting viewers.
"Host?"
"Host is that you?"
"You're not joking are you?"
"I knew you were a big guy, but not this big!"
"Is this really the host that just ran ten kilometers?"
"I've heard fake singers, but it's my first time hearing of fake running!"
"The host seems to weigh at least 250 pounds, running 10 kilometers with this kind of weight is basically playing on hell mode!"
The stream which was erupted with anger as Wu Tong disappeared from the frame behind Meng Fan's figure was spammed with question marks.
"You're live? Streaming?"
Wu Tong had seen the GoPro like object hanging on Meng Fan's chest as she was running. After seeing that he had put it aside, she knew that some outdoor streamers used a separate camera for streaming and that the quality would be great even if it was hooked to a phone. She was just unsure if Meng Fan had been recording his weight loss journey or streaming.
"Streaming." Meng Fan knew that if he were to continue streaming his runs, the person he would encounter the most was Wu Tong. After confirming the feasibility, he found no reason to lie to her, and said, "I just bought a device so I'm testing it."
"Streaming art, thumbs up dance, catching bad guys, and now outdoor streams?" Wu Tong laughed. "You're really trying to become internet famous?"
Meng Fan didn't want to become internet famous. He just wanted to accumulate enough views to increase his charm attribute. When Wu Tong asked that, all he could manage to say was, "It's just for fun."
Wu Tong continued, "Does this count as me opening the doors to a new world for you?"
To that, Meng fan nodded fervently. "You speak the truth. I have to thank you!"
That one sentence from Wu Tong was really the one that introduced Meng Fan to the world of streaming.
Meng Fan took his phone from his arm pouch and logged onto 8th Station. He showed her the connected GoPro and handed it over. "See, even this early, there are already a few hundred viewers. They all want to see you." He quickly explained. After all, he didn't have her permission yet to show her on camera. "I caught a bit of you when you were running."
Wu Tong took a look at Meng Fan's phone and entered the frame of the stream assistant. Graciously, she waved and smiled.
The live chat exploded with clamor immediately after Meng Fan logged off.
In an hour, there were 97 online viewers; its total reaching 279. Most of the people had just wandered in for a while and left, so there weren't many who had watched from beginning to the end. There couldn't be many people who were actually that bored.
After returning to shower and eating breakfast, Meng Fan woke Meng Cai Wei with a phone call. Hurriedly, he nagged her to introduce a more experienced photographer who focused on outdoor shooting or outdoor streams so he could consult a professional about the rationality of his future live streams.
After all, his black magic streaming device was a bit too much; in case Meng Fan didn't know what he was doing, he would be classified as 'supernatural'.
However, as long as it was within the technological boundaries of the earth right now, it can be explained.
Although Meng Cai Wei was irritated that Meng Fan had disrupted her beauty rest, she still quickly recommended him a professional senior photographer.
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