"Don't come any closer!"

"I really didn't move closer!"

"Ahhh!"

She was extremely nervous, suddenly pulling two strange little balls from her pocket—one blue, one red—and threw them forcefully.

William Clark: ???

Why are you throwing two balls at me? Are you Zhen Ji or Angela?

The blue ball hit the ground first, bounced into the air, and burst open with a pop like a plump, juicy fruit, spraying out a sticky blue liquid—splash!

He instantly felt like he'd just been blasted by a slime.

Right after, the red ball arrived and also exploded, turning into a giant bubble that swallowed him up, leaving only his head exposed. Inside the bubble was like a swimming pool; his feet left the ground, floating weightlessly, rolling around on the bed with a gurgling sound.

"......"

After all that tumbling and rolling, in the blink of an eye, William Clark had become a "Zhuang Ball."

"Are you freaking crazy? Let me go!"

"Why should I let you go? Who knows if you're good or bad?"

"We both speak Mandarin, shouldn't there be some basic trust?"

"Sure, right now I trust you a lot!"

Seeing that he couldn't move, the girl secretly breathed a sigh of relief, cautiously not crossing the dividing line, and only asked, "What do you know? Where is this place?"

Hmph!

He stubbornly turned his head to the side, keeping up his defiance.

"You tell me, and I'll let you go."

"You let me go, and I'll tell you."

"Hey! I'm not the one suffering here anyway!"

Pointless stubbornness is useless; flexibility is the real truth. He thought for a moment and asked, "Did it rain on your side yesterday?"

"It did."

"Was there anything weird in the middle of the night?"

"I think so."

"Did it rain today?"

"It did."

"Then that's it!"

He rolled from one side of the bed to the other and said seriously, "Based on my years of watching blockbusters, this must be a case of quantum mechanics causing a space-time entanglement. What's it like outside your house? Do you live in a bungalow or an apartment?"

"Ah!"

The girl hurriedly ran to the door, then rushed back in a panic: "Nothing outside has changed, only the interior layout is different!"

"Just as I thought—quantum mechanics! Our bedrooms have overlapped in space-time, forming a unique space. How about you let me out and we study it together? Besides, do I really want to be a human-head balloon with no dignity?"

"Ha!"

The girl couldn't help but laugh, went over and found a switch on the bubble, and with a hiss, the air leaked out, turning the Zhuang Ball back into William Clark.

He patted himself down—good grief, a Smurf. That liquid, whatever it was, didn't hurt or itch, just sticky. He was about to go wash up in the bathroom, walked to his bedroom door, reached out to pull it—pulled, pulled again, pulled with all his strength.

"Rumble rumble rumble!"

The house suddenly started shaking, and both bedrooms were trembling. This time, bits of plaster fell from the walls, as if the whole place was about to collapse any second.

"Stop, stop, stop!"

Both of them were startled. The girl asked in surprise, "Why can't you open it?"

"How should I know? It doesn't make sense!"

William Clark was scared, desperately trying everything, but even the windows wouldn't open. He pounded with his fists, kicked with his feet—bang, bang, bang. The room seemed to enjoy the shaking, instantly turning into a dangerous building.

"Calm down! Calm down!"

"Calm down my ass, I can't get out!"

He'd never been this panicked in his life, even a little scared, pacing back and forth in the room, waving his arms, occasionally yanking at the door again.

"......"

The girl stared at him, clutching another red ball in her hand, afraid he might do something drastic. But after circling a dozen times, he realized nothing would change and suddenly quieted down.

Their eyes met, the atmosphere awkward and strangely intriguing.

"So here's the situation: our two bedrooms are now connected."

"Mm."

"But I can't get out, and you can."

"And then?"

"That means I've come to your world, but I still have a tiny bit of territory left."

"What are you trying to say?"

"Big sis, you have to take me in!"

William Clark changed his expression in an instant, looking pitiful and teary, just like when his investments got stuck at the start of the year: "I have nothing to eat, nothing to drink, can't even use the bathroom. If you don't help me, I'm really going to die!"

The girl was troubled, and seeing how pathetic he looked, she hesitated: "You, you..."

"I'm definitely not a bad guy. You have those little balls, right? Just throw them, throw as many as you want—come on, throw another one!"

A real man knows when to bend and when to stand tall!

"Fine, for now you really don't seem like a bad guy."

"What do you mean, 'for now'?"

"You don't seem aggressive."

Heh!

William Clark thought he should be happy about that.

The girl paused, slipped out, and brought in a short ladder and some other tools, climbed up and started drilling holes in the walls on both sides, set up a crossbeam, looking like she was going to hang curtains.

"Are you in renovation? That's impressive!"

He exaggeratedly cheered her on. At this moment, even if she farted, it would smell sweet to him. He said, "Should we introduce ourselves? My name is Old Clark, 26 years old."

"My name is Evelyn, 17."

"Great name!"