Quick Wear: Passerby A's Counterattack Revised Plot

In the darkness, the only light source was the pile of still-spinning gears on the ground—as if manipulated by an invisible hand, they spun faster and brighter, eventually piecing together a huge, incomplete clock face.

In the center of the dial, the hour and minute hands spun wildly backward, making a "click-clack" sound as if bones were misaligned.

[Countdown: 00:05:00]

[Hint: With a savior absent, the timeline begins to collapse.]

[Please select: Complete the Savior / or Witness the World Return to Zero.]

Lin Yi was pulled off the ground by the suction, and his heart felt like it was being gripped by an icy hand—he could feel his "existence" being gradually pulled away, turning into fine sand flowing towards the center of the dial.

"Qiqi!" he shouted through gritted teeth, "Forget about the options—just smash it!"

Shi Qi didn't move.

She looked down at the broken teeth scattered on the ground, the golden threads of light taut at her fingertips like a fully drawn bow.

"Smash it?" she asked softly. "After you smash it, you will no longer be 'Lin Yi,' but the 'savior' stamped by the world's will—nailed to this timeline for all eternity."

"That's still better than being dried into a corpse!" Lin Yi roared, his lips already beginning to turn to scum.

Shi Qi looked up, her eyes reflecting the inverted watch face and Lin Yi's gradually becoming transparent silhouette.

"Okay." She smiled, but her voice was as cold as snow. "Then smash it."

The light filaments suddenly converged into a heavy hammer, the hammerhead covered with cracks, within which flowed silver-white code of the same origin as the chip.

boom--

The hammer fell, and the dial shattered!

Fragments scattered, time like shredded film, frame by frame frozen in the air:

In the first frame, Jiang Yan stands on tiptoe on the rooftop, reaching out to the rising sun; in the second frame, Han Xi turns back amidst the factory fire, his lips moving: "Don't save me"; in the third frame, there is no image; in the fourth frame, Lin Yi sits with his knees drawn up in an empty classroom, with the words "Welcome New Students" written on the window.

All the frames burned simultaneously, and the flames licked at the hem of Shi Qi's clothes, but failed to burn her in the slightest.

She reached through the flames, grabbed Lin Yi, who sat alone in the fourth frame, and pulled him forcefully—

Snapped!

Like a mirror shattering, the entire space collapsed with a deafening roar.

.........

When they opened their eyes again, the three of them were standing in an ordinary campus corridor.

The sun was shining brightly, the bell rang melodiously, and students carrying books brushed past each other. Someone bumped into Lin Yi and apologized with a smile: "Sorry, Jiang Yan."

Lin Yi was stunned: "...Jiang Yan?"

He looked down and realized he was wearing a school uniform, with the name tag reading:

Jiang Yan, Class 7, Grade 12

Shi Qi stood beside him, her school uniform jacket casually draped over her shoulders, but her name tag was blank.

She raised her hand and snapped her fingers, and golden shards of light silently disappeared into the void...

"How did we end up here? And how did I become Jiang Yan?" Lin Yi leaned closer to Shi Qi and asked in a low voice.

Shi Qi put her fingertip to her lips, signaling him not to speak yet.

She glanced up and swept her eyes across the corridor—

1. The student on duty was wiping the blackboard with a damp cloth, and the chalk dust drifted into a pale golden mist in the sunlight.

2. Two girls in the back row secretly exchanged stickers, muttering "Next week is the monthly exam" and "Don't go to the lab building."

3. Outside the window, a group of students are having a physical education class on the playground, running around the playground endlessly.

Every detail is precise to the point of being rigid.

Shi Qi said, "We are currently at the very beginning of the problem. At this point in time, Jiang Yan is still the savior."

"Jiang Yan?" Lin Yi looked down at the name tag again. "So... the real savior is still alive and well, and I'm just using his shell?"

Shi Qi explained, "Yes and no. There are three people vying for Jiang Yan's body right now: you, the original Jiang Yan, and the Jiang Yan from the Quick Transmigration Bureau."

Lin Yi's lips twitched: "...How did it suddenly become a shared account?"

Shi Qi said, "Shh, I haven't finished yet."

Lin Yi gestured for him to speak: "Please go ahead."

Shi Qi asked, "Based on your experience, who do you think is the real savior?"

Lin Yi said thoughtfully, "I don't think it's anyone."

"Well answered."

Shi Qi snapped his fingers, and golden light shards appeared in the air, forming three parallel lines that extended side by side, each ending with a label:

1. The original owner, Jiang Yan, was appointed by the will of the world, but he never even had a chance to hear the words "savior".

2. Quick Transmigration Bureau: Jiang Yan – A “correction body” pre-released by the Transmigration Bureau, with its own script, whose purpose is to pull the world line back to a “normal” state.

3. Lin Yi Jiang Yan - System.

“But Heaven overlooked one possibility.” Shi Qi painted the central line crimson. “The savior is not a person, but a ‘position.’ Whoever sits on it will be seen as the world’s salvation.”

Lin blinked: "Then why don't we just kick the chair over?"

“You can kick a chair, but the world will immediately build a new one.” Shi Qi looked up, her gaze passing through the window at the end of the corridor to the group of students running like perpetual motion machines on the playground. “Unless—the chair refuses to sit on itself.”

Lin Yi followed her gaze and suddenly noticed that the shadows of those students had an extra layer compared to their real bodies, like a copied afterimage. Each step was half a beat slower than their bodies, gradually lengthening and separating, and finally quietly disappearing into the underground pipes.

"...Is the shadow stealing time?"

“It’s the shadow replacing the real person.” Shi Qi tossed her school uniform jacket into the air, covering the surveillance camera above her head. “Let’s go see the real Jiang Yan first. Before he gets too worked up by the script, let’s give him a choice.”

[Senior 3 (7) - Self-study period]

The school bell seemed to have its last note cut off, ringing only halfway before falling silent.

The class sign at the end of the corridor was rusty, but a brand new "7" was painted on it in red.

The door was ajar, and it was so quiet inside that you could hear the chalk dust hitting the ground.

Shi Qi pressed her index finger against the door and gently pushed it open—

"Who?"

The boy in the last row suddenly looked up, his forehead streaked with cold sweat.

It was Zhang Helin's face, exactly the same as it was at that moment, except that he had a beauty mark at the corner of his right eye.

A genuine Jiang inkstone.

He clutched a piece of draft paper in his hand, on which the same sentence was densely written:

Don't let them discover that I am not myself.

The handwriting became increasingly illegible, and the last few lines almost tore the paper apart.

Lin subconsciously touched the corner of her eye—it was smooth; the beauty mark hadn't followed.

He breathed a sigh of relief, but then saw Jiang Yan's gaze pass through him and land on Shi Qi, his voice low and urgent: "Hey classmate, are you here to steal a body too?"

Shi Qi replied, "Of course not, I'm here to save you."

Jiang Yan was stunned, but he quickly realized what was happening and refused, saying, "Sorry, I don't need it. You've got the wrong person. There's nothing I need to be saved."

Shi Qi was not surprised. She raised her hand, and golden light shavings condensed into an extremely thin lens at her fingertips, which she gently flicked toward Jiang Yan.