My Extraordinary Achievements-Chapter 35 - This Works?

Chapter 35: This Works?

Translator: Dragon Boat Translation Editor: Dragon Boat Translation

“It seems like the BUG isn’t that big huh!”

Meng Fan gave up trying to give himself likes after his thumbs up didn’t work. The system was stupid, but not this stupid. This fact, Meng Fan could still accept.

After his phone was charged, Meng Fan wasn’t in the mood to continue drawing. He looked around to make sure nobody was looking at him, then secretly, gave a thumbs up to the girl in front of him.

Nothing!

This baffled Meng Fan. Was the previous time just an illusion?

It shouldn’t just be useful for administrators, right?

Or, was it because the other party didn’t see his thumbs up, so the system didn’t establish it as progress?

Praise them to their faces and talk trash behind their backs, is this how the system interprets people getting along?

To confirm his guess, Meng fan thought about it, then stood up and strolled over, pretending to be taking a break from extended drawing. As he neared the girl, he peeked at her drawing, then stepped in front of her and gave her a thumbs-up within her sights. “Nice drawing!”

Although the girl was surprised, she was happy to hear the praise of her artwork. She lifted her head and smiled at Meng Fan. “Thank…”

Before she finished, her face sunk.

Eh.

Meng Fan blanked out for a second as well.

Wasn’t this the same freckle-faced girl he’d encountered in the library while completing his [A Good Person] task? Petite and cute, they had reached for a book at the same time. His memory of her was still clear in his head.

Meng Fan saw the fear in the girls’ eyes. She didn’t think he was a stalker right? That would be awkward!

It seems he should refrain from disturbing others in the studio, god knows who he will disrupt!

“Yes, especially this color, it’s got so much depth!”

What could he do at this point, except pretend like he didn’t know her? He boasted a sentence and give another thumbs up.

He confirmed, both events counted as progress.

It seems like the praise had to be seen by the other party to count.

He sped up on the way back to his seat, sat down obediently, then began to draw. He was still absentminded, plus the girl in front kept turning to look at him, her eyes were worried.

Fine.

If he wasn’t in the mood to draw, he shouldn’t make it hard for the girl to draw as well.

It was time to go.

Meng Fan looked at his phone. Although there was only an uncomfortable 20% battery left, it was enough not to shut down. He collected his stuff, returning the charger to the admin, passing out a few thumbs-ups along the way.

“Leaving early today?”

The administrator felt strange, as she watched Meng Fan’s hefty body leave, her attention shifted to the petite girl with freckles.

Just now she’d seen Meng Fan talking to the girl, and suddenly felt the desire for gossip burning inside her stomach.

Do all chubby boys like cute petite girls?

Interesting!

It was only 8:30, but there were still a lot of people coming in and going out of the campus. Despite the increasing temperature, students still had to attend class.

Class could be skipped once, but not forever.

“Good morning!”

Meng Fan, carrying his picture tube had just left the classroom when he greeted a fellow male student, not forgetting to give him a thumbs up.

To Meng Fan, it didn’t matter what they responded, even if they didn’t talk, as he just needed them to see his thumbs up.

“… Morning.”

Obviously, this was a student who had been forced to wake up, bedhead still in place, expression blank. Even as Meng Fan walked over, he couldn’t tell who it was.

Did he know him?

I don’t recall knowing someone this fat!

Also what’s wrong with his hand, did he pull a muscle?

“You’re in a good mood today!”

“Your hair looks really good!”

“That lipstick shade matches you!”

“That dress is so fresh!”

“Your legs must be 1.2 meters long!

“Why are you so arrogant, isn’t it just because you’re good looking?”

“Your pear-shaped figure is really nice, kind of like someone famous. No, two. From the left it’s Li Zi, from the right it’s Jia Ling.

“Your mole is so chic… Can it come off… Like a Sesame! Sorry, sorry!”

…

“Are those AJ.6s or AJ8 s, they look real!”

“Your teeth are so white!”

“You’re so tan… Very pretty!”

“Your… shoelaces are really impressive!”

“The sound of your bike bell is really nice!”

“From one look I can tell you must be really good at Ping Pong!”

“You look like a tough lad!”

…

If hand speed was a reward for [A good Person], then being thick-skinned was a by-product of this task.

After experiencing his confession craze, Meng Fan was still able to remain calm and speak in front of unknown women. As for the guys, Meng Fan had never been afraid.

Meng Fan thought it was very impolite to directly give people a thumbs up, as it also caused trouble on the odd occasion. Therefore at the same time, he’d provide some encouraging words and compliments.

Smiling at strangers could cause a series of chain reactions, not to mention the additional flattery of his added banter, who knew how much positive energy he’d be able to transmit!

Under the influence of such compliments and Meng Fan’s thumb ups, it was impossible to be angry with him. At least, they wouldn’t think he was a psychopath…

If you want a bountiful harvest, you must work hard for it.

If it could acquire points with ease, then he had to take advantage of it!

He genuinely believed that he should work harder after acquiring the system.

Other people might not have the motivation to work this hard, the system pointed out. But the system could 100% confirm that other people might worry that there is no return for their efforts.

If he didn’t work hard, then there was really no excuse!

After a few more deep reflections, Meng Fan got his energy back.

That is… After he survives this havoc, his chances of succeeding in finding love are even lower!

What happened to “live my best life”, I didn’t even get to be in a relationship, what kind of a good life is this!

As soon as he thought of this, Meng Fan slowed down his pace.

At least, walk a bit further away.

This kind of face to face form of ‘liking’ is still valid to Meng Fan, even though the efficiency wasn’t as high as browsing on his phone, he found it way more interesting.

Of course, staring at his phone and giving out likes was nowhere near as interesting as handing them out face to face.

He’d been irritated after a few minutes of phone browsing, but when it came face to face, the more he gave, the more exciting it got—If he didn’t think about being in a relationship.

He no longer had any intention of drawing, nor did he have classes this morning, and his afternoon class was at 3 pm… Meng Fan turned and walked toward his dormitory, ready to put away his drawing tube and distribute likes outside of the campus.

He was less likely to be greeted by people on this path while giving out likes, but most of the subjects of the praise happened to be guys.

“What are you doing?”

As he walked, he saw a few people inclining to him heading over. One of them was Wu Tong, carrying her art tube. She was heading for the studio.

There were two girls next to Wu Tong, curiously looking at Meng Fan.

He’s really fat.

They felt a bit uneasy looking at him.

From afar, they saw him furiously giving them a thumbs up.

“Huh? No-Nothing, uhm, I just ate breakfast, so I’m walking it off.”

Meng Fan didn’t expect to run into Wu Tong. He smiled and said hello to the girls, quickly changing the subject. “You’re going to the studio this early? You guys are so hardworking!”

As he said it, Meng Fan instinctively gave them a thumbs up. He was on the verge of flattering them with a cheesy line but stopped himself. He didn’t want Wu Tong to think of him as a psychotic person.

This interaction could at least be considered social etiquette.

Heh?

Wait a minute!

Meng Fan saw the progress bar in his ‘mind’ go up by 3.

He had only done it once. Could it be his hand speed was so fast even he couldn’t control it?

“It’s obvious that all of you can live off to your looks, but you’re still so hardworking. You’re going to make other people jealous!”

Meng Fan fawned at them, slowly sticking out the thumb he had just retracted.

This time, Meng Fan was 100% sure he had only gestured once. But the progress in his ‘mind’ increase by 3 again.

Could it be, a group ‘like’ counts too?