92: The aluminum can was in that old man's sack.
Stephen Chow's skin wasn't as thick as Lin Pei had imagined.
Especially in front of a beautiful woman.
Hearing this, he let go immediately.
But his verbal dissuasion didn't stop.
"Brother Lin, let's not kick it, okay?"
Lin Pei felt helpless.
"Director, I'm not just kicking it randomly; I'm going to kick it into the trash can."
This time, not only Stephen Chow, but even the onlookers were stunned.
Just now, they thought the muscular guy was abnormal, but looking at it this way, the other one was even more abnormal.
The trash can was so far away its shadow was barely visible, and this guy said he could kick the can into it?
Wasn't this a joke?
Even if one were to kick it right in front of the trash can, the probability of it going in wouldn't be very high.
Stephen Chow almost hugged him again.
"Wait!"
"Brother Lin, I've imagined humans living on Mars, but I've never dared to imagine throwing trash with my feet."
"And throwing trash from eight hundred meters away at that."
"You might as well let go of this can and let me do it; it'll be faster if I run over and throw it now."
Lin Pei smiled.
"It's fine, I can do it."
Just as Stephen Chow was about to hug his leg again, Lin Pei had already kicked the can out.
Swoosh!
!!!!
The onlookers only felt as if a gust of wind had passed before them, and the can flew away at high speed!
"Wow, I didn't expect that; his leg strength is pretty good."
"It was just too fast; I didn't see where it flew."
"I couldn't see it clearly at all. It couldn't have actually gone into the trash can, right?"
"Impossible. Good leg strength is one thing, but accuracy is another. At this distance, even if Messi came, he'd meet his Waterloo."
"Forget Messi, this isn't something a normal human can do. Even a Great Immortal wouldn't dare to kick like that."
"..."
Stephen Chow was also shocked.
He was certain that with Lin Pei's leg strength, even if all his muscles were real, Lin Pei could kick him to death with one blow.
He hadn't expected his legs to be so powerful too!
But no matter how powerful the legs were, they couldn't overcome the distance, and the angle was tricky too.
It was impossible to kick accurately.
It was more likely to have been kicked in a completely different direction.
He wanted to cry but had no tears.
Where was he going to find that disappeared can and then throw it into the trash can?
One had to know, he was someone with terminal-stage OCD.
If he didn't pick this can back up today, he wouldn't have peace for the rest of his life!
Stephen Chow stood up and jogged toward the trash can.
He would just assume the direction was correct for now.
Although the crowd was skeptical, they were also curious: where exactly did that can get kicked to?
Exactly how far off was it from that trash can?
Thus, a strange sight suddenly appeared on the street.
A handsome muscular man was jogging while looking down in search.
Behind him followed a group of men, women, young, and old doing the same thing.
Those who didn't know better would have thought a fitness coach from some institution was leading his clients out for exercise.
Lin Pei truly didn't understand this move either.
Why could a small can trigger a mass movement?
Was the director going to personally confirm whether the can had been kicked in by him?
...By this time, the crowd had already passed through a hundred-meter sprint and arrived before the trash can.
Everyone had searched all the way, but where was there any can on the road?
It was most likely kicked somewhere else.
But since they had already reached the trash can, they might as well check if it was inside.
A girl in the crowd spoke up.
"I actually think that handsome guy might have really kicked it here."
"Didn't you see his expression when he kicked the can just now? One part lazy, three parts disdain, and seven parts nonchalant."
"It gave off the feeling that he's even more amazing than Messi."
"A woman's sixth sense is usually very accurate."
"And I'm a veteran football fan; I have some say in matters like leg strength."
The crowd was half-believing and half-doubting.
For real?
But at this distance, even several Messis might not be able to do it?
No matter how good the leg strength, how amazing could a normal human be?
Stephen Chow had already poked his head over the trash can, and several passersby squeezed their heads in as well.
Those who couldn't squeeze in hurriedly asked, "Is it there?"
In front of the trash can, everyone's faces fell one by one.
Someone spread their hands.
"There's nothing."
"It's rare; today this trash can is cleaner than my face."
However, this result was also within reason; it was just that everyone had been holding onto a sliver of unrealistic fantasy just now.
Stephen Chow's face fell even more.
He just wanted to throw away some trash; why was it so hard?
Where was he supposed to pick it up now?
"I didn't kick it inside."
The one speaking was Lin Pei, who was strolling over slowly from behind.
Now the whole group of people felt deflated.
So this guy was just kicking blindly; then what was the point of them running like that just now?
They even ran so fast they almost lost their shoes.
The girl who had said Lin Pei was better than Messi not long ago was also a bit embarrassed now.
It seemed she had spoken too boldly.
But this was very difficult to begin with.
Just now, she had only said it was possible it was kicked in.
Stephen Chow's temper was actually quite good.
"Then Brother Lin, do you remember which direction you kicked it in?"
"This is very important to me!"
The crowd was helpless.
"He was just kicking randomly; how could he still know which direction it went?"
"If he intended to kick it in at the start, it should be in this general direction, right?"
"To be honest, even if you aim, there could be a deviation of thousands of miles."
"True, I bet he doesn't even know which way he kicked it himself."
"..."
At this moment, Lin Pei looked around, and his gaze fixed.
He pointed his hand in a certain direction.
"There, the can is in that old man's sack."
???
Old man?
The crowd looked around blankly and soon locked onto the target.
Not far from everyone, there was indeed a lame old man dragging a sack and walking forward.
Someone remembered.
Just now, this old man seemed to have been right next to the trash can.
He probably saw there was nothing in the trash can and then continued walking forward.
What?
This guy said he kicked the can directly into the old man's sack?
How was that possible?
This was even harder than kicking it directly into the trash can.
At least the trash can couldn't move, but the old man was walking the whole time.
"Is this a lack of skill leading to making up lies?"
"Yeah, there are probably lots of cans in the old man's sack; this can't be proven anyway."
"If he had just admitted he missed, I'd still respect him as a man; after all, his leg strength is indeed quite impressive. But now he's pulling this stunt..."
"..."
Stephen Chow waved his hand, signaling everyone to disperse.
"Brother Lin, forget it, we won't look for it."
"From today on, it's just a mere case of OCD; I've overcome it."
"It's just a can; it can go wherever it wants to go, it has nothing to do with me anymore!"
His smile was just a bit forced, having that flavor of someone who has broken up but still can't let go of the other party.
However, this smile didn't last long either.
He suddenly turned around and pounced toward the old man's sack ahead like a hungry tiger pouncing on its prey.
"Can, I will definitely find you!"
!!!
The dispersing crowd turned back again.
That damned curiosity.
They also wanted to see this guy rummage through the sack.
Everything just now was speculation; although they knew their guesses were likely correct, seeing was believing.
Ahead.
The old man was walking along fine when he suddenly felt a weight on his back.
He stumbled and almost fell headfirst.
The old man looked back and was frightened out of his wits.
Good heavens, there was a person behind him whose head was diving directly into his sack.
He was so scared he let go and dropped the sack.
"You... you... what are you doing?"