“Ahhh! Someone’s jumping off a building!”

“She jumped! Help!”

“Quick, save her!”

“No!!! Sang Manman, don’t!!!”

……

“Huh?”

“She didn’t jump?”

“What’s she doing? Wasn’t she jumping off the building?”

“Should be, right? Otherwise, why would that guy be shouting so desperately?”

“……”

Sang Manman was confused as well. “What’s going on?”

Unlike her envisioned elegant and tragic fall, something had caught her as she turned and leaped backward.

“Did rescue personnel arrive this quickly?”

Even the system was baffled. [Host, why didn’t you jump? Did you activate a skill?]

While Sang Manman couldn’t see what was behind her, the system had a clear view: there was absolutely nothing. She was stuck mid-air in a backward jump position, half her body dangling off the ledge. To anyone watching, it looked like she was performing an acrobatic stunt.

The system, knowing its host wasn’t an acrobat, began to suspect she had unconsciously used one of her previous one-time-use rewards. But… Did such a skill even exist?

Sang Manman: [I did jump! I jumped!]

System: [No, you didn’t.]

As Sang Manman was about to ask what might be holding her back, she felt herself being gently pushed upright and returned to her starting point on the ledge.

Thinking this world had developed some advanced rescue technology, she turned around—only to see absolutely nothing behind her, just a sea of upturned faces below.

Sang Manman: “…??”

Sang Manman: [There’s nothing behind me holding me up?]

System: [Nothing at all.]

Sang Manman: [How is that possible?!]

She closed her eyes and tried to re-enter the mood. As the wind lifted her hair again, she spread her slender arms, spun around, and jumped backward.

“Ahhh! She’s jumping again!”

“Huh? She didn’t jump again…”

“She jumped again!”

“She didn’t jump again…”

“Jumped.”

“Didn’t jump.”

……

A particularly curious bystander couldn’t hold back anymore. He walked over to Zheng Yu, who had just gotten back on his feet, patted the red-eyed man on the shoulder, and asked, “Brother, what is she doing? Isn’t she supposed to be jumping off the building?”

Realizing how he’d looked moments earlier, screaming in desperation in front of a crowd. Zheng Yu now stared at the frog-like jumping woman on the rooftop, his bloodshot eyes twitching in rage.

Meanwhile, Sang Manman, endlessly jumping but unable to fall, started to question her life choices. No matter how she jumped, something always stopped her mid-air. And when she turned to look, there was nothing there. She even reached out to touch the air below her but felt nothing.

Finally, the system also realized something was off.

System: [Host, what’s happening?]

Sang Manman: [I should be asking you! Isn’t this supposed to be a normal world? Everything was fine earlier, but why can’t I complete the final step?]

System: [It doesn’t make sense. Where’s the problem?]

Sang Manman looked down and saw Zheng Yu standing, no longer in pain or panic, but instead radiating anger. She could practically hear the words he was about to yell at her:

“You crazy woman, what are you doing?!”

The atmosphere she’d painstakingly built earlier had completely collapsed. Furious and desperate, Sang Manman gritted her teeth. [I refuse to believe I can’t jump!]

She hiked up her pants, took a few steps back, and stood about five meters from her chosen jumping point. With no regard for atmosphere or elegance, she sprinted toward it and leaped with all her might.

For a moment, Sang Manman finally felt the exhilarating sensation of freefall. She relished the beauty of freedom. Then something caught her mid-air, again. Whatever it was, it momentarily slowed her descent before vanishing, allowing her to fall again.

It happened once more—she was caught by ‘something.’ It slowed her falling in mid-air, then disappeared again.

This pattern repeated until she finally hit the ground in an awkward heap, face-first, right in front of Zheng Yu

“……”

System: [Host, your progress has dropped from 94% to 65%.]

Amidst the roaring laughter of the crowd, Sang Manman slowly lifted her head and met Zheng Yu’s trembling, indifferent gaze.

Sang Manman: [If I re-approach him as a silly comic-relief heroine, what are my chances of success?]

System: [……]

“Cut!”

Suddenly, several people rushed over, two of them holding cameras. The man leading them exclaimed, “That was amazing! Great work, both of you!”

Sang Manman: “…??????”

“Oh, so they were filming!”

“I thought it looked like some kind of circus act.”

“Ha ha ha! When she jumped, she bounced! Are you guys filming a comedy? That was absolutely hilarious, ha ha ha!”

Before Sang Manman could react, a man pushed through the crowd. “Miss, your acting was amazing! Can we take a selfie together?”

Then a young girl ran up. “Ahhh! Sis, you’re so gorgeous, and your acting is incredible! You’re going to be a star one day! Can I get your autograph?”

Sang Manman: ?????????

“I wasn’t acting. I was genuinely trying to die!!!”

But before she could explain, she and Zheng Yu were suddenly taken away by the so-called film crew. Just as she got into the car, the sound of enthusiastic applause erupted behind her, making her stumble as she climbed in.

“Wow! What a performance!” Li Heng exclaimed, clapping while shaking his head in admiration.

Xu Xue joined in with a couple of claps, adding, “This beats anything from a transmigration novel, doesn’t it?”

Duan Chunshui retracted his uplifted index finger, he then tucked his hands into his pockets, and said, “Let’s head back and meet this quick-transmigration protagonist.”

Having thoroughly enjoyed the spectacle, the six-person team followed the management bureau’s car back to headquarters.

In the car ahead, Sang Manman and Zheng Yu sat in the back seat, the silence between them suffocating.

Sang Manman: [System, what the hell is going on?]

System: [Perhaps when you tried to jump, reality couldn’t explain what was happening, so the world disguised it as a film shoot?]

Sang Manman thought the system might be right. Her inability to jump defied logic, so perhaps the world invented the film shoot as an excuse for the bystanders.

“But still, why couldn’t I jump?”

Sang Manman: [Are you sure it’s not a problem with the quick-transmigration system?]

System: [Unlikely. What exactly did you feel when you jumped?]

“What did I feel?”

Sang Manman: [The first time, I imagined myself as a tragically beautiful butterfly, but when I fell, it was like I was caught in a net.]

System: [A net?]

Sang Manman: [Yes, a net. It felt like strands of something strong enough to hold me but soft enough that I didn’t feel any pain. To be honest, after a few jumps, it felt oddly comforting, like the net could stretch infinitely and catch me no matter how I fell.]

The system grew increasingly bewildered.

Sang Manman: [This world shouldn’t have such advanced rescue technology, right?]

System: [Host, stay calm. Let’s wait and see. They can’t do anything to you.]

Sang Manman knew this, but her worry lay in her mission. She couldn’t ignore the intense gaze boring into her—Zheng Yu’s angry, piercing stare.

“How am I supposed to continue my mission under these circumstances?”

The system, familiar with her personality, reassured her.

System: [Host, don’t rush. Once this passes, getting Zheng Yu back on track will be easy. Remember, he’s already deeply in love with you.]

In this world, Sang Manman’s mission was rooted in making Zheng Yu, who loved his “white moonlight,” fall for her instead. Success was measured by the “progress percentage,” which had to reach 90% to indicate true love.

Before the jump, her progress had been at 94%, confirming Zheng Yu’s feelings. The sudden drop was caused by the failed jump, but once the situation was fixed, regaining the lost progress would be simple.