Su Chen was still having a sweet dream. In the dream, Su Chen was still his original self, having not shrunk at all.
He was still living the same life as always. Su Qingwan still went to and from school normally. Nothing had changed at all.
But this kind of life was precisely the one Su Chen had always liked the most. He didn't need too many surprises, nor did he need any luxurious pleasures. Plain and ordinary was the real truth.
Having family by his side, living a life without worries, and most importantly, the smile on Su Qingwan's face-these were already enough to satisfy Su Chen.
Su Chen's face was full of smiles. He was truly very satisfied with this life. Unconsciously, he turned over, seemingly finding this position more comfortable.
Su Chen was completely unaware that danger was imminent, and the source of this danger was precisely that little girl he cared about the most.
Su Qingwan was wearing a pair of fluffy slippers, and the soles were soft too, so she didn't make much noise when she came to Su Chen's room.
When Su Qingwan left earlier, she hadn't locked the door, so with just a gentle push, the door opened.
After Su Qingwan entered the room, she hooked the door shut with her foot, but didn't lock it, leaving a small gap. Then, she turned around, hugging the quilt, and walked towards Su Chen's bed.
If one were to say that Su Qingwan's footsteps were light just now, not making much sound, which was why Su Chen wasn't awakened.
But now, although Su Qingwan's footsteps were still very light, as the distance got closer and closer, Su Chen began to feel the ground beneath him start to shake, very much like an earthquake.
"What's going on! Could it be an earthquake!"
Su Chen climbed up from the bedsheet in terror, his first thought being to quickly rescue Su Qingwan. But when he ran towards the edge of the bed, he saw the situation clearly.
This was no earthquake! The source of this vibration was actually Su Qingwan herself!
Su Chen couldn't understand. Why was Su Qingwan, not sleeping in the middle of the night, coming to his room hugging a quilt? Was she afraid of the dark at night?
Or was it because she felt unsafe sleeping in the room without him?
But Su Chen immediately realized the seriousness of the matter. His room only had this one bed. Where would Su Qingwan sleep if she came?
There was no need to even think about it; it would definitely be his bed. But he was still on the bed right now!
Recognizing the current situation, Su Chen immediately turned around and ran. He had to leave his bed in the shortest possible time!
Otherwise, who knew what would happen next? Su Chen's speed was fast, but only relative to himself. The direction he was running towards was the corner of the quilt he had climbed up from.
Getting down was easy, but he shouldn't seek death, right?
While running, Su Chen didn't forget to look back to check Su Qingwan's movements. Su Chen's current neural reaction speed was several times faster than before. With his full concentration, Su Qingwan's movements also appeared somewhat slow.
But slow was only in terms of how the movements looked; it wasn't truly slow. From the door to Su Chen's bed was only a few steps. How much time could Su Qingwan possibly take?
By the time Su Qingwan reached the bedside, Su Chen had already run from his original position onto the quilt. If given just a little more time, he would be able to rush to the edge of the bed and slide down the quilt corner to the ground.
But there's no story without coincidence. When luck is down, even drinking cold water gets stuck in the teeth.
Just as Su Chen was running with all his might, mere seconds away from escaping the danger, Su Qingwan had already thrown her quilt down. The place where she put the quilt was precisely the direction Su Chen was desperately running towards, and half of the quilt landed squarely on top of Su Chen's pile of quilts.
This action was perfectly normal for Su Qingwan, but for Su Chen, who was less than two millimeters tall, it was completely different.
A gust of wind blew head-on, and the ground beneath his feet instantly changed. Without any time to react, Su Chen was sent flying backwards, just like the Monkey King being blown away by the Plantain Fan.
"My life is over!"
Su Chen only had time to utter this one sentence before flying into the sky, a full twenty-some meters high for him.
Flying in the air, Su Chen seemed to already see himself smashed into a pancake. Twenty meters! If he were still a normal person, falling from such a height onto the ground would mean serious internal injuries even if he didn't die!
Although the ground below him now wasn't hard cement but a bedsheet, no matter how soft the ground was, given his current size, the internal injuries would probably still be extremely severe.
Su Qingwan had no idea that her simple act of putting down the quilt had put Su Chen in such great danger.
But anyone coming to a new room and arranging the bed wouldn't stop at just putting the quilt down.
After putting the quilt down, Su Qingwan very skillfully grabbed Su Chen's quilt, gave it a light shake, and began to fold it.
This shaking of the quilt naturally created a gust of wind. Su Chen, who had been blown into the air and was lamenting his tragic fate, hadn't even landed on the bedsheet before he was lifted again by this gust of wind, flying squarely and directly into his pillow.
He hadn't reacted to the sudden flight in the first place. Flying mid-air, he thought he was doomed, only for another gust of wind to come.
Su Chen had taken off from the foot of the bed. With an acceleration in the middle, he took off again, directly crossing the entire bed and flying onto the pillow. He couldn't catch his breath properly and almost passed out!
Su Chen suddenly thought of an old song by Jonathan Lee. "I Were a Little Bird" There was a lyric in it: *I am a small little bird, wanting to fly but never flying high...*
Who knows why this song suddenly popped into Su Chen's head!
Most people have a dream of flying, wanting to soar freely in the sky. That's why many people like to challenge paragliding or wingsuit flying-it's the closest to the primitive state of flight, allowing one to truly feel the thrill of flying.
But after experiencing this brief flight, Su Chen felt no joy of flying in his heart. It was just like being blown into the sky by a tornado. Many people have seen tornadoes lift people into the air, but how many have seen those people live safely to the present day?
Probably haven't even seen it, right?
This was exactly how Su Chen felt, especially when he was thrown onto the pillow. The originally very soft pillow now felt like a wall, smashing against his face until it hurt.
Su Chen never expected that Su Qingwan, who had already returned to her own room, would suddenly come running to his.
Moreover, this girl who usually seemed so gentle, soft, and serene, after he had become like this, could actually display such tremendous destructive power. This was on the level of eating meteors for meals and casually throwing out forbidden spells.
He just wanted to sleep peacefully and safely!