In an instant, the surroundings changed drastically. He switched places with the second music box and appeared in Rin's room.
The tabletop bent slightly under the pressure of the heavy weight, letting out a faint creak.
Chen Xuan immediately spread his hands and feet, bracing them against the table's four corners. At the same time, he tightened his waist and suspended his body in the air, arching himself like a bridge.
The table returned to its original shape, and all the weight was transferred down the walls into the ground.
Before he could breathe a sigh of relief, the two ballpoint pens rolled toward the edge of the table from the slight rebound.
Chen Xuan's nerves instantly tightened!
He shifted sideways, swiftly moved his left foot beneath where the pens would fall, and slightly hooked up the top of his foot. The next second, the two pens dropped one after another, landing steadily on his instep without making a sound. Supported by his hands and one foot, he formed a new three-point balance and locked himself against the tabletop.
He could never have pulled off such seamless reflexes and physical coordination in the past.
"Mm..." Rin let out a soft groan from the bed and turned inward.
Chen Xuan landed silently and returned the two pens to their original positions.
With that, he had completed the riskiest part of the entire plan.
That was right—since ordinary small talk made it difficult to reach truly valuable information, perhaps a heart-to-heart forged through shared hardship could change the situation. Such an experience might seem impossible to come by, but in a dream, he could have whatever he wanted.
The music box was his medium for approaching her.
To keep himself from being teleported into a trash can or some confined space and