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“The short and somewhat pseudo-scientific explanation is time travel is real and possible,” Yu Tu said, as Jing Jing looked in shock between him and his twenty-seven-year-old self, who had been equally freaked out to arrive five years in the future as part of an experiment at the research institute to find Qiao Jing Jing in his bed, “the actual scientific explanation requires you to sign that before I can tell you anything.”
Jing Jing stared down blankly at the classified information waiver and NDA he had handed her, and said, “You do realise I have not signed any contract without at least three lawyers looking at it since I was young and stupid and twenty-year-old signing my life away to an artist management company, right?”
“You can get your lawyers to look at it,” Yu Tu said, smiling, “but it’s the weekend so it will take days and I really am not allowed to tell you anything in the meantime.”
Jing Jing groaned. “Urgh…I guess I’ve read enough NDAs in my time to deal with this, and it's not like there's money involved, but really, I can’t believe you’re making me read a contract at 7am on a Saturday.”
She bent her head and started to read. After a while, she pointed at a section and said, “Does this mean that basically if I take any work in the future that even so much hint at time travel, I’ll probably be prosecuted for treason or something?”
“Or something,” Yu Tu confirmed.
“Wait.” She stared from one Yu Tu to the other. “Wait, is this why time travel dramas are banned?”
“I can neither confirm nor deny that until you have signed,” Yu Tu said annoyingly.
Jing Jing reached for a pillow on the couch and threw it at him. “You should be on my PR team or something with that answer.”