BXBX NOVEL Chapter 100 - Sports Meet
Chapter 100: Sports Meet
Even when he had gone out to stream the night tours, Meng Fan would still check his data progression on the platform. Although he could have just watched shows instead of watching his manga progress, as refreshing it was pointless and won’t make his collectors grow, but urgency and curiosity were part of human nature.
Meng Fan saw the message, but he ignored it. Was it because he was a borderline internet-famous person and was too good for him?
Of course not.
The reason was related to the contract.
Although it was his first manga and his first time publishing a series to an online platform, there was still some related information that an art student and future practitioner should know. There were several students on campus who had serialized manga on the internet.
An independent author like him without a studio cannot cooperate with the website. He also wasn’t a popular player, so even if he signed a contract, he’d have to abide by the platform’s procedures and rules. And being a profit-based platform, they wouldn’t sign a contract with you and refer you with no strings attached.
Meng Fan knew that if he signed a contract in his current situation, all the copyright proceedings would be handed over to the platform. It doesn’t mean that the copyright wasn’t his, but the logistics and agency of your copyright would be under their jurisdiction for a set amount of time.
For example, if his copyright was sold, he would receive a payment based on regulations. But if you want to sell it yourself, the website would have to permit it before you could.
Of course, in general, if there was no adequate platform, then your work would be hard to promote—let alone sell for copyright.
If you produced the work and the platform that recommended your work, then it would be a win-win situation.
Meng Fan could accept this form of management, but the only problem was that he wanted to complete his task right now!
The [Manga artist] task required Meng Fan to serialize and publish a book at the same time. If he had signed a contract and handed it over to the website agent, he wouldn’t be able to publish it on his own accord. The website would have its own considerations regarding the timeline, as well as its own standards.
It was easy enough to make the standard, but even if you paid to publish it on your own, it would be hard to say.
He had to successfully publish the manuscript.
There was also another problem that Meng Fan had to consider and that is, in case the website serialization could not pass the system’s judgment.
For example, if the website agrees to let him pay for copyright, but the system does not recognize it afterward, then he would have to attempt to serialize the entire novel, or switch to another platform.
He would be exclusive after signing a contract and there’s no way the platform would let him screw around!
With these two unstable factors, Meng Fan was set on not signing a contract, at least for the time being.
If he could wait to publish using his own money and finish the task, and then sign again with the website, that would be ideal.
All else aside, the platform would definitely arrange for his recommendation once he signed the contract. If he gets recommended, then he would have collectors, allowing him to complete the [Collector of Millions] task.
He could also climb the ranks along the way, and gain more exposure, increasing his collectors as well…
Best to leave it!
He should try to finish an entire book and save up the money to publish it, then wait for the task to be completed before considering anything else.
It should still be popular after being left for a while… right?
Such a large platform wouldn’t prevent you from serialization if you don’t sign a contract, for you’re bringing them traffic, regardless. Plus they receive a portion of the revenue from merit points, at no cost or dispersion of resources.
As long as the content did not cross a line, there shouldn’t be a problem.
“Hold it!”
“Thief!”
Around nine o’clock, when Meng Fan was touring near ‘Pinghu Qiuyue’, he heard the cries of a girl. The statement was familiar, and so was the voice. Curiously, he looked over. Life really is f*cking full of coincidences.
Of course, it was the bickering couple that had caused his ‘Tiger Tackle’ nickname.
“They’ve actually brought their PDA here!”
“Okay stop screaming, I’ll buy it, I’ll buy it for you!”
That guy had evidently been scarred by Meng Fan’s tiger-like tackle the last time this happened. He quickly stopped her. If another iron hero leaped out of nowhere, he would really be living a tragedy. It was best to succumb to her, then deal with it once they were back.
Suddenly, the guy grabbed the girl and began frantically running!
There were plenty of tourists there who had been curious upon hearing ‘Thief’. However, seeing the ‘thief’ pulled the girl along, their expressions went solemn.
“Is he stealing people?”
“But why does the girl look overjoyed?!”
“It makes no sense! Are all youths nowadays this creative?”
The heart-stealing couple ran for a few hundred meters before they stopped. The guy was huffing while the girl seemingly in much better shape. She looked cheerfully contented as she puckered her lips. “How romantic!”
“Romantic my ass!”
The guy sat down with a face full of fear. “Do you know who I just saw? The iron hero! You almost killed me, don’t you know?”
“Huh? What are the chances?” The girl thought for a moment. “Then you can thoroughly punish me in a while!”
The next day was Mr. Ma’s class.
Zhang Zhou Wei, who was beside Meng Fan whispered to him. “What’s up with you? Didn’t you log out of stream around ten o’clock, why didn’t you come home for so long?”
“I was busy.”
Meng Fan simply responded and concentrated on Mr. Ma’s class.
Mr. Ma had an incredible professional ability, plus his course was relevant to manga creation, which was what Meng Fan urgently needed at the moment. His focus in this class exceeded the first class of the university.
Mr. Ma had originally thought this fatty was just pretending to be interested. But since he’d been shackled by Meng Fan’s sense of existence, he had called on Meng Fan a dozen or so times in every class. Every answer Meng Fan had provided was not only accurate but was well thought through. Mr. Ma was happy to see this.
After the class had ended, the counselor came in.
Waving the list in their hands, the counselor said in a concise manner, “Friday is the school’s sports meet and this is our class’s registration form. The requirements state a minimum of five participants to report to a minimum of ten activities.”
“Does it have to be so harsh?” Zhang Zhou Wei asked jokingly.
The counselor smiled bitterly. “Shut up, if we aren’t harsh, it would be the same as last year where two people signed up. Hurry up and stop talking nonsense. Since you asked, you have to enter one sport.”
The counselor then proceeded to place the registration on Zhang Zhou Wei’s desk.
The rest of the forms were handed to Wang Ya Nan. She took Wang Ya Nan’s hands in hers. “Ya Nan, I’ll leave the rest to you.”
Immediately, she ducked out.
The HuaXia art academy always held a sports meet every year after the October 1st holiday, and it was always grand in scale.
Only, this grandness was only present in the format of the meet. For example, the opening ceremony, the special entrances, creative costumes and layout—and the arts and crafts sales around the venue, etc. It was definitely a sight to see. At any minute, it can give you the feeling of a luxe carnival. But the actual content of the sports portion was lacking.
It wasn’t to say that art students do not exercise, but a lower proportion of athletes were undeniable. At least in Meng Fan’s class, there were very few sports enthusiasts, and they weren’t that skilled either.
Except for Small Dot, Jiao Yan Ran.
“Dot.”
When Wang Ya Nan received the registration forms, the first person she’d thought of was Dot. And it wasn’t just her, as the whole class shared the same thought as well.
Towering at 181 cm, Dot smiled shyly and picked up the form. She was an indispensable asset for every sports meet. Even during freshman year, when nobody knew of her provincial volleyball player status, they would still think of her first. After all, her stature spoke for itself.
As for Meng Fan, who was even taller than Jiao Yan Ran, he had been straight up ignored. How can someone so fat have any sports-related cells in their body? They didn’t even consider him for shot put.
Of course, that was during freshman and sophomore year. It was different now. Who didn’t knew that he ran from Hangzhou to Shanghai to watch a concert?!
Running fever!
After Jiao Yan Ran received the registration form, the whole class looked to Meng Fan.
Wang Ya Nan smiled as she handed the forms to Meng Fan. “Meng Fan, I’m counting on you!”
But someone had beat her to it. It was Zhang Zhou Wei.
“Fatty, I took this one for you.”