In an instant, the surrounding environment changed drastically. He and the second music box exchanged positions, appearing in Lin's room.
The tabletop was pressed down by heavy objects, slightly bending and emitting a faint creaking sound.
Chen Xuan immediately spread his hands and feet, bracing against the four corners of the table, tightening his waist, and arching his body into a bridge.
The deformation of the table disappeared, and the weight was entirely transferred along the wall into the ground.
Before he could relax, two ballpoint pens rolled towards the edge of the table due to the slight rebound.
Chen Xuan's nerves immediately tensed!
He moved horizontally, quickly positioning his left foot under the falling pens, slightly hooking up his instep. The next second, the pens fell one after the other, landing quietly on his foot without making a sound. He then formed a new three-point balance with his hands and one foot, anchoring himself on the tabletop.
