The Logic of Physics Has Left the Chat

Exiting the restroom, Ji Fengjing felt a lingering sense of awkwardness throughout his entire body.

He had managed to scrub the signature off his arm, but the one on his shirt remained. He was only wearing a T-shirt; it wasn’t as if he could strip it off and wash it right then and there!

Outside the warehouse, security guards had already cleared one batch of fans and were preparing to disperse the second. Ji Fengjing scanned the crowd; not many people were left—perhaps seventy or eighty fans still lingered.

He looked around and didn’t see the Director or Wen Xingshen. He let out a subconscious sigh of relief. Please, let’s not run into Wen Xingshen again!

Over by the dispersal area, a security guard suddenly let out a cry of surprise. He looked at a girl and asked, “How did you get so wet? Are you okay?”

Ji Fengjing followed the sound and saw a rather tall girl, her head bowed as she apologized in a low voice. “I’m so sorry… just now in the restroom… I accidentally got my clothes wet…”

The girl was remarkably tall, and indeed, she was dripping wet, with not a dry patch to be found. Her long hair was draped over her shoulders, and long bangs covered half her face. On the visible half of her face, she had stuck a photo of Wen Xingshen. She was clutching a box-like object plastered with posters and various merchandise. At a glance, she looked like a fanatic Wen Xingshen fan.

The guards were usually quite polite to these big stars’ fans. He asked with concern, “Gosh, how could you be so careless? Do you need to change first? You’re so soaked, you’ll definitely catch a cold.”

“No need, I drove here. I have spare clothes in the car. Thank you for your concern,” the girl whispered quickly before scurrying away with her things.

A gust of wind blew, lifting the girl’s hair and revealing her drenched clothes.

Ji Fengjing’s eyes darkened. Her body is that wet, but her hair is dry? Something was wrong. A realization struck him, and without a word, he gave chase.

Simultaneously, the frantic voice of his team crackled in his earpiece.

“Captain, the targets have abandoned the boat and come ashore! They appear to have diving equipment and are landing at scattered points. We intercepted an empty vessel.”

Ji Fengjing spoke rapidly: “I’ve already spotted one target. Everyone, fan out and encircle. Be aware—targets are likely armed.”

“Yes, Captain!”

As Ji Fengjing accelerated, the “girl” mixed in with the fans noticed immediately. He was clearly on high alert for his surroundings. Seeing Ji Fengjing charging toward him, his expression shifted. Without hesitation, he grabbed several nearby fans and shoved them backward.

Several female fans stumbled, colliding with others and tumbling to the ground. The scene dissolved into chaos instantly. Taking advantage of the mess, the target veered in a different direction.

Ji Fengjing keenly noticed that the target’s running speed was no slower than his own! That wasn’t a speed a normal human should possess. That kind of explosive power… he was definitely the same “type” as Ji Fengjing!

Ji Fengjing vaulted through a warehouse window and, with an effortless leap, landed on the warehouse roof.

Sure enough, the tall “girl” was not far ahead. Seeing Ji Fengjing up on the roof as well, the target’s face turned grim.

“I didn’t expect you to be so patient,” the target said. His voice was coarse and grating—a man’s voice!

Ji Fengjing showed no surprise. “I suggest you surrender. Don’t make a futile struggle.”

“Heh!” The “girl” ripped off the wig, revealing a face made pale from seawater. It was indeed a man. He said coldly, “In our line of work, ‘surrender’ isn’t in the vocabulary!”

He leaped high, clearing dozens of meters to land on a shipping container. The containers were being moved toward the docks, hoisted high by cranes. The man used the containers as stepping stones, leaping across the distance with eerie speed.

Ji Fengjing followed hot on his heels. His speed was even greater than the man’s; within a few lunges, he had caught up.

The container rose slowly, suspended in mid-air. The two stood atop the box, the sea breeze whistling past. It was swaying precariously; a normal person wouldn’t have been able to keep their footing.

Ji Fengjing, however, stood as steady as a mountain. “You can’t escape.”

“Then die with me!”

The man snarled with desperation. He lunged forward and grabbed the suspension cable. To people like them, steel cables were sturdy, but not indestructible.

SKREEE—!

The ear-piercing sound of metal snapping echoed through the air. The massive container, suspended dozens of meters high, began to plummet straight down—

The Container Zone.

Director Xiang, having hurriedly led the crew through the incense-lighting ceremony, had ordered security to clear the front while he led the other stars and staff out through this route.

“Today’s filming is suspended. Everyone, leave as quickly as possible.”

The second male lead, Chen Chen, was confused. “Director, we aren’t filming today? But the first scene…”

Today’s first scene was between him and the lead, Wen Xingshen. He had already paid for promotional posts, intending to trend based on this first shoot.

“We can’t shoot. Just leave,” Director Xiang said helplessly.

It was common belief that the first scene of a production was the most important—ideally, it should be a “one-take” success to ensure the rest of the shoot went smoothly. Though it was superstition, what director didn’t want a smooth production?

Director Xiang wanted a successful first day, but now, forget the first scene, even the “Auspicious Opening” was nearly ruined. He had received an urgent call from above saying there was an “incident” and they needed to evacuate immediately. There was nothing he could do. The investors had told him the notice came directly from the police.

Not wanting any of his stars to get hurt, Director Xiang was being fully cooperative. He waved his hand, dismissing the staff. “Everyone move out, don’t waste time.”

Chen Chen wanted to say more, but seeing the other actors cooperating, he didn’t have the nerve to push and left sullenly.

Of course, while the Director was blunt with others, he couldn’t be so dismissive with Wen Xingshen.

“I’m truly sorry, Xingshen,” Director Xiang said politely. “You made the trip for nothing today.”

“It’s fine,” Wen Xingshen replied calmly. “Did they say what happened?”

Director Xiang checked his surroundings. Seeing most people had gone, he lowered his voice. “The higher-ups called and said a fugitive escaped to this area, so we have to clear the field.”

Wen Xingshen frowned. “A fugitive?”

“Yes, apparently a very important one. Let’s just get out of here.”

Wen Xingshen looked thoughtful. Director Xiang sighed, “Our luck is just terrible. To think this happens on the first day…” He grumbled as he gestured for Wen Xingshen to follow.

Suddenly, a terrified scream erupted from nearby—

“Brother Shen! Director! RUN! A BOX IS FALLING!”

It was Wen Xingshen’s assistant. He was staring at the sky above them with wide, horrified eyes, looking like his eyeballs were about to pop out.

Wen Xingshen and Director Xiang looked up instinctively.

A massive shadow loomed over them. Looking closer, it was a giant shipping container. Director Xiang’s legs turned to jelly instantly. Forget running—he was so pale he looked like a ghost, and he grabbed Wen Xingshen’s arm in a desperate plea for help. “Xi-Xingshen…”

Wen Xingshen snapped out of it and tried to pull the Director away, but he was jerked back by the Director’s heavy weight. He stumbled, forced onto one knee to keep from falling.

The shadow above grew larger, as if it would crush them in the very next second.

“AAAAHHH—!”

Accompanied by the assistant’s shrill scream, Wen Xingshen had a fleeting thought: I’m going to die here today.

WHOOSH—

Vaguely, it felt as if a sudden gust of wind swept past, and his vision blurred for half a second.

The container that had been plummeting a moment ago was suddenly gone. Seconds passed, and nothing hit the ground.

“Huh?” The assistant’s bewildered voice broke the silence. “The… the box?”

In Wen Xingshen’s downward-cast gaze, a pair of long, straight legs appeared. From above, a pleasant-sounding voice spoke.

“Ahem… Excuse me, gentlemen. Did you fall? Do you need a hand getting up?”

Wen Xingshen lifted his head and met a familiar, handsome face. It was the “fanatic fan” he had just seen in the restroom. His mind went blank for a second.

Ji Fengjing scratched his head and tried to offer a smile, greeting Wen Xingshen with a performance of forced casualness. “Ah… it’s Mr. Wen. Sorry about that, we meet again.”

Internally, Ji Fengjing was exhausted. When he saw the container falling, he had noticed two idiots standing still instead of running. He hadn’t expected one of those idiots to be Wen Xingshen. He had worried some debris might have hit them, so he came over to check. If he’d known it was Wen Xingshen, he wouldn’t have bothered!

“…Mm.”

It took a moment for Wen Xingshen to find his voice. He stood up and looked at the sky. The container was gone. He looked around, confirming he was still standing in the exact same spot. Finally, his gaze settled on Ji Fengjing.

Director Xiang had also come to his senses. Realizing he was alive, he asked in a panicked, confused voice, “The… the box? I-I’m not dead?”

The assistant and the deputy director rushed over. “Brother Shen! Director! Are you okay?”

“I’m fine,” Director Xiang stammered. “What… what happened? Didn’t a box fall?”

The assistant was equally baffled. “Yes! I clearly saw a box falling! Such a huge container…”

Ji Fengjing said with total composure, “What container? I didn’t see anything. Are you all seeing things?”

Everyone looked at one another. If it was a hallucination, how could so many people see it at once? But if there had been a container, Wen Xingshen and Director Xiang wouldn’t be standing here—they’d be bloody smears on the pavement. Besides, a massive container hitting the ground would have made an incredible noise.

The group began whispering among themselves. “Could we really have all hallucinated together?”

The assistant asked Wen Xingshen tremulously, “Bro-Brother Shen… did you see it?”

Wen Xingshen pursed his lips. For a moment, even he began to feel uncertain. Seeing that Wen Xingshen didn’t speak, the assistant rubbed his eyes. “Was I… really seeing things?”

Ji Fengjing offered a smile. “Most likely. The sun is quite strong today; you probably got heatstroke. Also, this is the hoisting area—people aren’t usually allowed in here. You were probably just moved here temporarily for the evacuation, right? Why aren’t you wearing helmets? This is very dangerous.”

Wen Xingshen looked at Ji Fengjing. “What about you?”

If it was inappropriate for them to be there, it was even more inappropriate for Ji Fengjing. At least the film crew had been directed this way. The fans hadn’t.

“What about me?” Ji Fengjing asked.

“How did you get in?” Wen Xingshen countered.

Ji Fengjing paused. He thought about the secrecy of the mission, then thought about the target’s corpse lying not far away, and then said faintly: “I… you know, fanboying. I snuck in after you guys.”

Since Wen Xingshen already thought he was a fan…

The more he thought about it, the more righteous he felt. He rolled up his sleeve. “Mr. Wen… no, Brother Shen. The signature on my arm accidentally got washed off. Mind giving me another one?”