Delta: The First Person at the Peak

Chapter 410 Elopement with You

"Click!"

Director Chen suddenly stood up from behind the monitor.

"Passed!"

"pretty!"

He stared at the playback, his eyes lighting up.

The effect of this segment far exceeded his original expectations. The original script only depicted a romantic relationship during their journey, a gradual emotional progression after two young people met by chance on the streets of Hangzhou.

But things are different now.

The noisy shouting and the crowded, chaotic environment outside did not affect their concentration at all.

The noisier it is, the more romantic it is.

The more chaotic it is, the more tension it generates.

Before the people on set could even breathe a sigh of relief, the fans outside the cordon had completely erupted.

That hug and dance just now felt like it snapped the last string in their hearts.

"Aaaaaaah!"

"Stop filming! Stop filming!"

"Jiang Feng, are you crazy?!"

"Stay away from him, you bitch!"

"What right do you have to do this?!"

Screams, cries, and curses mingled together.

The extreme fans on the periphery, driven to utter madness by the provocation, had their faces contorted with jealousy and anger.

They cannot accept that their idols in their fantasies would show such tender, gentle eyes in front of other women.

"Go to hell!"

In the crowd, a hysterical female fan completely broke down, raised her hand, and smashed an unopened bottle of chilled mineral water hard at An Ke's face!

The person who threw the bottle clearly used all their strength. The heavy plastic bottle whistled through the air, fast and powerful, heading straight for Anke's face!

Anke had never seen anything like this before, and instinctively closed her eyes and let out a gasp.

However, the expected pain did not occur.

"Snapped!"

A crisp, muffled sound.

Jiang Feng's terrifying reaction speed, which is at the pinnacle of human capabilities, was on full display at this moment.

Without even turning his head, his right hand shot out like lightning, firmly and steadily catching the flying water bottle in mid-air!

The force was so great that the plastic bottle made a crisp sound as it was being squeezed.

He caught the mineral water bottle firmly in his palm, the bottle slightly deformed from his grip, and splashed out icy water, wetting the cuffs of his black windbreaker.

The scene fell silent for a second.

No one expected that someone would actually dare to physically assault someone.

Even more unexpectedly, Jiang Feng was able to catch it so steadily and powerfully with one hand.

Jiang Feng glanced down at the bottle in his hand, and the last trace of a smile on his face vanished completely.

He didn't get angry immediately.

He simply tossed the bottle aside, then turned around, strode over to the stage manager, and grabbed the high-powered megaphone.

Jiang Feng stood in the center of the filming location, with the lights, tracks, and cameras still in place behind him, and hundreds of people in front of him holding up their phones, their expressions almost distorted with excitement.

Those faces that were originally gathered because of affection have now been devoured by a morbid desire for control and aggression, leaving only an unbearable ugliness.

According to fan circles, good-looking girls are in their idols' beds, rich girls are on their idols' popularity charts, and those who are both good-looking and rich are in their idols' hearts.

Those who came to physically confront and attack people are clearly low-level parasites who are poor, unattractive, and whose real lives are a mess, and can only seek a sense of existence in the ruins of the internet.

Jiang Feng slowly raised the loudspeaker.

His voice rang out clearly through the loudspeaker.

Thank you all for your support.

"But everyone needs to understand one thing."

"I'm a streamer, I play esports, not some Chinese entertainment idol who gets promoted by spending money to become famous."

In the Chinese entertainment industry, even top idols, when driven to the brink, still have to write long, gentle essays to appease their fans.

These extreme fans, who were used to controlling their idols, were completely stunned when they heard such a direct and confrontational statement.

"I hope that our relationship is based on mutual appreciation, not mutual control."

"I don't ask for your support, nor do I need you to plan my life for me."

"After I get back today, I will contact the platform and apply to close my personal super topic."

"I will not set up any fan club in the future, nor will I accept so-called fan circle management."

"Let's call it a day."

"I hope everyone can live their own lives well."

boom!

These few words completely blew the minds out of these fanatical fans.

Shutting down the super topic?!

This extreme rejection and ruthless severance completely broke them down! Their morbid desire for control twisted into hysterical despair at this moment.

"No... Wind God! You can't do this to us!"

"We need you! We've done all this for you!"

"Waaaaah... How could you abandon us for this woman!"

Cries and screams instantly merged into one. In the midst of extreme emotional collapse, someone took the lead and pushed forward, tearing through the already fragile safety line with a "rip"!

"Charge in! Find out what happened!"

"Don't let him go!"

Hundreds of fans, their eyes red and their makeup ruined from crying, rushed towards Jiang Feng and An Ke in the center of the set like zombies unleashed!

"Holy crap! A riot has broken out!" Zhang Jindong was so scared that his face turned green. The stagehands and the security guards were instantly overwhelmed by the surging crowd.

At this critical moment.

Jiang Feng shoved the megaphone into Zhang Jindong's arms and, just before the crowd surged forward, grabbed An Ke's wrist tightly.

Before Anke could react, she felt a warmth in her palm and was pulled forward.

"Stay close."

Jiang Feng glanced down at her: "Let's elope."

The next second, Jiang Feng grabbed An Ke's hand, turned around, and ran away!

Jiang Feng's hard work and daily training were not for nothing. Even with An Ke by his side, he could still run wildly through the intricate old streets and alleys of Hangzhou.

An Ke wore a light-colored knitted cardigan, her long hair flying wildly in the wind. She looked at Jiang Feng, who was pulling her along as they ran, with the whistling wind in her ears and the frantic chasing sounds behind her.

At this moment, she felt not fear, but rather excitement and ultimate freedom that she had never experienced before in her life!

She followed behind Jiang Feng, unable to suppress a clear laugh.

The two figures running hand in hand, outlined by the morning sunlight, were beautiful, passionate, absurd, yet romantic to the extreme.

Meanwhile, Director Chen, the only one who hadn't run away, was standing blankly behind the crane camera high up.

Watching the monitor show Jiang Feng dragging An Ke along as they run, the background a dark mass of people chasing after them, the camphor leaves fluttering down in the old street, sunlight shattering on the ground...

"Is this some kind of idol drama filming?"

Director Chen's artistic genes as a director instantly ignited wildly, and he trembled with fear!

This scene! This composition! This unconventional madness! Isn't this the perfect journey, the most romantic shot?!

"Don't turn it off! Take pictures of them all!!"