“Only three minutes? That's still great.”
“Gao Yuanyuan, what do you mean by that?!”
“I meant the duration of your superpower. What did you think I meant?”
After Zhou Jibai gained superpowers, his first thought wasn't to save the world. It was to use them to deliver food.
Flight, super strength, and invulnerability to bullets and blades: too bad they only lasted 180 seconds a day.
So he flew up to the 32nd floor to take on customers who left bad reviews, livestreamed himself opening durians with his bare hands and smashing rocks on his chest, and got beaten up for three minutes after showing off for three seconds. While making money and becoming famous, he also tried to catch up with the girl he'd secretly loved in high school, someone he hadn't even dared approach.
Zhou Jibai thought three minutes would be enough to change his fate.
Then more and more people came looking for him: children trapped in fires, victims of car crashes, desperate family members... They all asked him the same question:
“Why didn't you come save me?”
The more people he saved, the more people he seemed to let down.
When the whole world wants a share of those 180 seconds, who should a young man save first, when he's an ordinary person for 23 hours and 57 minutes every day?
