When Su Chen heard the bedroom door close, he instantly breathed a sigh of relief.
He knew now was the time he should take action. Initially, Su Chen's idea was to attract Su Qingwan's attention, and then, with her help, successfully return to normal.
But after experiencing such a morning, Su Chen clearly realized that, given his current size, successfully attracting Su Qingwan's attention was not a simple matter.
The fact that he could currently get stuck in the hole of a cotton thread on Su Qingwan's nightgown was enough to prove that, relying on his present size, even if he appeared right before Su Qingwan's eyes, she might not notice his existence.
Therefore, there was only one method now: rely on his own efforts to restore his original state. So now, Su Chen's first step was to leave Su Qingwan's nightgown.
The nightgown could be considered intimate apparel, so the inside was everywhere filled with the scent from Su Qingwan's body. That faint, youthful fragrance was extremely potent here; with every breath in and out, it was entirely Su Qingwan's scent.
Su Chen didn't think too much about it; after all, there was simply no other way in this situation. Moreover, when it came down to it, it was just a piece of clothing. Su Chen didn't have any particular fetishes. The only thing troubling him now was how exactly he should leave this nightgown.
The place where Su Chen had fallen was Su Qingwan's lower abdomen, and then he had plunged headfirst into the nightgown.
Although Su Chen, dizzy and disoriented at the time, couldn't determine his precise position, Su Qingwan had once stopped while brushing her teeth.
At that time, Su Chen had sized up the thing in front of him. Based on Su Qingwan's height and the height of the bathroom counter, he could roughly deduce the location where he was trapped.
And according to Su Qingwan's usual habit of folding clothes, he was most likely trapped right in the center of this garment. Whether climbing up or drilling down, the height was roughly the same.
But drilling to the bottom didn't necessarily mean he could climb out, as Su Chen didn't know where Su Qingwan had placed the nightgown.
As for going up, Su Chen roughly observed the height. Well, although the distance between the folded layers of fabric was very close, he still needed to judge handholds and footholds. If he wasn't careful, he would fall from this 'ground'. If he got stuck again, it would mean another round of struggle.
As for choosing one direction-front, back, left, or right-to leave, this method might involve a longer journey, but for the current Su Chen, it was undoubtedly the safest option.
Su Chen moved through this "nightgown continent" filled with Su Qingwan's body scent. He didn't need to determine direction; he just needed to keep walking in one straight line. As he did, Su Chen began pondering the matter of his shrinking again.
In American Marvel movies, there is a superhero who can grow and shrink: Ant-Man.
However, that was entirely reliant on science. Scientist Dr. Hank Pym discovered a type of subatomic particle capable of altering an object's size, which he named after himself: Pym Particles. He then integrated them into a combat suit, granting himself the ability to grow and shrink.
Furthermore, according to the setting in the Ant-Man movie, after shrinking via Pym Particles, since the number of atoms doesn't change, only the distance between atoms is reduced.
The protagonist in that movie, even after shrinking, still possesses the strength of a normal person. But because the surface area over which force is applied is smaller, the speed unleashed is faster, and the destructive power greater.
According to the setting, the principle of Pym Particles is related to a pocket dimension. When shrinking, the excess mass is transmitted to the pocket dimension.
However, in that movie, the female lead once mentioned that after she shrank, her mass remained unchanged, and her punches were equivalent to bullets. But later, seeing Scott Lang riding flying ants and old Hank carrying a tank around, these clearly contradictory settings... well, let's not dwell on them.
After all, who knows how many contingency plans old Hank in the movies had prepared in private?
If we go by the Ant-Man setting, then the current Su Chen should be in a state where the distance between his atoms has decreased. There's no need for measurement or analysis; the result is quite obvious. Because Su Chen still exists with a nose, eyes, and a human form, it's just that this size is worlds apart from a normal person's.
But movies are ultimately movies. Su Chen is a Marvel fan and has naturally seen them, but he wouldn't directly and rigidly apply that theory to himself.
His strength, speed, and mass have not reached the level depicted in the movies. Although his speed and strength have somewhat increased, comparing them to the Ant-Man in the movies would be like an ordinary person encountering a superman-completely incomparable.
Otherwise, would Su Chen still be trapped by Su Qingwan's nightgown? With one leap, wouldn't he just fly out?
Su Chen had already been walking on the nightgown's fabric for five minutes and still hadn't found his way out. The frustration inside him was unimaginable.
When others encounter strange events, they can turn their fortunes around, instantly putting on the protagonist's halo. How come when it gets to me, I directly become a worthless speck that could lose my life at any moment?
This morning, it was just his good luck that he didn't fall directly onto the ground or some other hard surface. Otherwise, who knows what kind of mess he would have become?
But given his current size, even if he were smashed to a pulp, in others' eyes, it would just be a small red dot on the floor, something they wouldn't even notice.
Strangely, he used to think Su Qingwan's nightgown wasn't that big, and the many cartoon patterns on it looked quite cute. But now, Su Chen didn't find this nightgown cute in the slightest.
The cartoon patterns that usually looked small, delicate, and cute in a moe style had now become obstacles on Su Chen's path forward. And they weren't the kind you could just hop over lightly; each one stood imposingly like a small mound.
Of course, to the current Su Chen, the 'sky' and 'earth' were the nightgown's fabric, and the cartoon patterns on the nightgown had also become enormous. Every time he encountered one, he had to detour.
This detouring added who knows how much extra distance. And the nightgown, permeated with that youthful, delicate fragrance, made Su Chen, in his daze, almost have the thought of settling down right here.
Of course, this thought was fleeting. After all, what would it mean for a grown man like him to settle down inside his younger sister's nightgown? Even if no one else knew, what if...?
What if Su Qingwan decided to wash the nightgown? Then wouldn't he be unable to escape?
Moreover, thinking about Su Qingwan living alone, Su Chen still felt uneasy. No matter how strong a girl is, there are always vulnerable moments, let alone this Su Qingwan who had been doted on by him since childhood.
He had already walked until he was dizzy and disoriented, when he bumped his head into a wall and landed sitting on the fabric with a thud. Only then did he snap out of his tangled thoughts. He discovered he had actually reached the edge of the nightgown. Dozens of meters to his right, he could finally see the outside world. He let out a long, deep breath.
He had finally made it out.