The jolt of turbulence shook Zhang Ze awake. He opened his eyes to find himself sitting on an airplane.
A pretty flight attendant was crouched beside him, politely asking if he was feeling unwell anywhere.
"I'm not, I just..." Zhang Ze stopped mid-sentence, realizing this scene seemed somewhat familiar.
'Before I traveled through time, I was on a plane...'
The memory became increasingly clear, flames seemed to flicker before his eyes. Zhang Ze turned to look at the flight attendant's uniform.
xxx Airlines, exactly the same.
He raised his hand to look at his watch; the time was 12:29.
And in one minute, there would be a plane crash.
Instinctively, under the flight attendant's gaze of 'are you a hooligan?', Zhang Ze reached out and grabbed her wrist, trying to inform the crew of the impending disaster and attempt some kind of rescue.
But before Zhang Ze could speak, the plane suddenly lost speed, the engine stopped, and it plummeted toward the earth.
