Chapter 2455: 2369 Eating with One's Life

"…" Chang Yue was speechless.

This number has already exceeded her imagination. And now all she can think about is the impossible—900 bowls; just the volume alone is more than a person could hold, right?

"What's that expression?" Su Yun was actually quite pleased with Chang Yue's performance; he crossed his legs, chuckling, and said: "Do you know what you look like now?"

"Like what?"

"It's just like the expressions of the onlookers that day when the two of us were drinking big green sticks in Hai Cheng." Su Yun said proudly.

"That day you drank until you needed an IV." Chang Yue glanced at him, disdainfully saying.

"…" Su Yun paused slightly, saying: "You talk like that and you have no friends. What was originally a happy thing, you directly ruined the mood."

"Have you watched that live stream?" Zheng Ren asked.

"It's not a live stream, it's a variety show. The noodle shop boss stood aside, continuously pouring cup noodles into bowls— a full 900 bowls—and that episode's ratings were off the charts!" Su Yun said.

"No vomiting in between?"

"Those who vomit are humans; those who don't are kings. Just like——" Su Yun tried to make an analogy, but such examples always circle back to the boss.

"Just like in Pengxi Xiang, where you, Mu Tao, and Lao Liu take turns sleeping, I wouldn't need to sleep. Is that what you mean?" Zheng Ren asked with a smile.

"Pretty much."

"900 bowls—can the stomach even hold that?" Chang Yue asked, puzzled.

Su Yun hadn't explained yet when the competition on screen finally began. Hamburgers piled up one by one into a small mountain, looking at it gave a shocking feeling.

"Here, Xiao Lin Zun—in 2009 he made CNN's list of 'Asia's Great Sports Heroes,' and alongside him on that list were Li Xiao Long and Yao Ming."

"Is this even considered a sport?" Chang Yue truly couldn't understand.

"Who knows? Anyway, after watching, I always want to try it. But eating just two or three hot dogs fills me up." Su Yun said with some regret: "So whenever I feel life is as lonely as snow, lacking challenge, I go eat hot dogs."

"How come I haven't seen you eat lately?" Zheng Ren sat in the corner, throwing out a flying knife.

The flying knife struck true; Su Yun puffed out his cheeks, blew a breath. The black hair on his forehead floated weakly twice, listless. Without a challenge, who else could it be? You don't have a sense of that in your heart, do you? Su Yun thought scornfully.

"In 2000, eating 25 hot dogs in 12 minutes broke the world competition record." Su Yun pretended not to hear Zheng Ren's question, immediately started spitting out data: "But Qie Si Na Te burst onto the scene, shattering Xiao Lin Zun's monopoly."

"12 minutes, 74 hot dogs became the world record at that time."

"Hot dogs, you mean the kind with bread and sausage?" Chang Yue asked in surprise.

"Exactly the kind you imagine." Su Yun replied with a smile, "No alterations to size or anything—everything is just the usual hot dog you see."

"I can't even imagine that." Chang Yue said.

"Reality will make you imagine it."

Soon, the projection showed the scene of eating hot dogs.

The competitors one by one stuffed hot dogs into their mouths, barely chewing before swallowing. The mountain-like hot dogs quickly dwindled; Zheng Ren felt that watching this competition once would spare him from eating for three days and three nights.

Just to survive is really tough. The former champion of the United States women's big-eating contest was a single mother. She relied on her special skill to raise several children.

In the demonstration classroom, the host's hoarse, provocative shouts echoed. Contestants kept dropping out, while the maximum number of hot dogs eaten by a single person on the screen kept being refreshed.

12 minutes, the number stayed at 55.

Zheng Ren saw a crowd of mosaics raising both arms, gesturing to the audience that he had won, and he let out a sigh of relief.

No need to eat; just watching already feels full.

Dinner—I estimate I won't be able to eat it.

"Impressive, boss?" Su Yun said with a smirk: "It's just a minor competition; winning is enough, and Qie Si Na Te didn't go all out."

"Impressive." Zheng Ren said sincerely.

"They don't need to vomit, do they?" Chang Yue asked the same question again.

"Who knows?" Su Yun said, "Many domestic eating livestreams involve vomiting midway, which doesn't look very professional. This kind of competition doesn't allow leaving midway, so there shouldn't be a chance to vomit."

Chang Yue stared dumbfounded; Zheng Ren guessed she was wondering just how big the volume would be if fifty-plus hot dogs were piled together.

"I've doubted that too, but seeing it in person I can only marvel at how extraordinary the world is." Su Yun said, "As previously mentioned, Xiao Lin Zun ate 8.0 kilograms of beef brain in 15 minutes and 9.1 kilograms of rice balls in 30 minutes—these are recorded records."

The unit of measurement is kilograms……

Zheng Ren felt this amount would be enough for him to eat for a month.

"He won't die suddenly, will he?"

"There are cases of sudden death." Su Yun said, "This is playing with your life. Look at the manner of eating—just like the 900-bowl soba noodle eater Meng Zi mentioned earlier, who in the 2017 competition choked and was sent to the hospital."

As he spoke, Su Yun suddenly thought of something, chuckling: "Boss, Meng Zi is also a rich second-gen, super cute, and her persona is very similar to Yi Ren's."

"Yi Ren wouldn't eat that much." Zheng Ren said firmly.

"Sent to the hospital—will she be okay?" Chang Yue asked.

"She was revived; they said it was suffocation from an overexertion-induced hyperventilation syndrome. As for the specific cause, I saw online speculation that she, seeing no hope of victory in the competition, resorted to this."

"Wouldn't it be better to just be a proper idol artist?" Zheng Ren said helplessly.

"Boss, not everyone is like you." Su Yun said, "This is a pursuit, and also the meaning of life."

"An empty stomach contracts to about 50 ml capacity; a person's maximum can reach 1500 ml." Zheng Ren said, "According to the calculation……"

As he spoke, he saw Su Yun's scornful gaze directed at him. His heart suddenly jolted, recalling something.

"I remember now— in 2007, doctors at the University of Pennsylvania published an article in the *American Journal of Radiology* about observing the changes in competitive eaters' stomachs after eating!"

"What do you think?" Su Yun asked.

"Still seems unbelievable." Zheng Ren said, "The radiographic images show that their stomachs don't peristalse after ingesting food; instead they form a huge sac that then accommodates more and more food."

"Even if the entire abdominal cavity were completely filled……" Chang Yue mused, realizing that such a possibility might actually exist.

It's just too extreme.

"There is danger." Su Yun said, "At the pancake big-eating contest held by Holy Heart University in the United States, a 20-year-old female student died from choking after food entered her lungs."