Wen Nuan was karate chopped into confusion. He felt like his neck had almost been shattered.
His head was a mess, his stomach was nauseous, and his mind was filled with questions…
Who stole the Youxian pillow?
What was the Youxian pillow doing in my room?
Who knocked me out?
What…
What on earth did he want from me?
Wen Nuan needed to wake up soon and find Baili Wuchang for help.
“Baili…”
Wen Nuan’s eyelids were heavy, and his voice came out in a buzz.
“Oh—”
Wen Nuan gasped, jolting upright.
“Yah!”
He held his head with his hands, covering his own forehead. “Ow! My bwain!”
Brain, not bwain.
Wen Nuan found that his dictation came out rather strangely.
“Something hurt me in the bwain.”
Raising his head, Wen Nuan realized he was not laying in his bed at the staff dorms, but in an unfamiliar and narrow place. Upon sitting up so quickly, he had hit his head against something.
“Whawt’s going on?” What’s going on?!
It wasn’t just his circumstances. Wen Nuan found even more things off about himself.
Besides his enunciation, his voice was strange, and every word that came out sounded milky and soft, as if he was a barely-weaned toddler of three or four years old.
“Kaboom!”
Wen Nuan felt like the sky had fallen on him.
Slowly lowering his head, he found that his originally slender hands had become a pair of chubby meatballs. His legs were short, and so was his height!
“Wah!”
With a gasp of his young and milky voice, Wen Nuan found that he had become small.
He quickly climbed off the bed, which he soon realized was the bottom half of a bunk bed. Even though he was small, there was close to no room for him to sit up straight.
Afterwards, Wen Nuan looked around and found a mirror on a desk. He reached out to grab it.
But…
The plain wooden desk was too tall for him. Wen Nuan’s stubby arms couldn’t reach, and he couldn’t even touch the edge of the mirror.
“Uh…”
Wen Nuan had no choice but to stand on his tiptoes, effortfully managing to grab the mirror.
He looked down to see his reflection.
His face was round like an apple. His eyes were large, his nose was perky, and his entire bearing still possessed the innocence of childhood.
Wen Nuan was still undoubtedly Wen Nuan, but he had shrunk, becoming the form of a three or four year old kid!
We’re sorry for MTLers or people who like using reading mode, but our translations keep getting stolen by aggregators so we’re going to bring back the copy protection. If you need to MTL please retype the gibberish parts.
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Wen Nuan didn’t like to think about his childhood. He hadn’t thought about those days for a long time. He thought he would be able to forget about them soon, but as it turned out…
“I’m absowutely dweaming!”
Wen Nuan said in his milky voice.
He put the mirror down, climbed back into the narrow bed, laid as straight as a pencil, and closed his eyes. He muttered to himself, “I’ll go to sweep and wake up in weality!”
“Yah—!”
Wen Nuan had just shut his eyes when he felt something knock into his head. He quickly opened his eyes again, finding that something really had hit him in the forehead.
Owie…
“Hahaha, I hit you, I hit you!”
A five or six year-old boy appeared next to Wen Nuan’s bed. In his hands were a few small rocks. He laughed and rocked back and forth, saying, “I hit you! I’m so great, I hit you! Ten points!”
Upon seeing the boy’s face, Wen Nuan’s mind went numb. The pain in his forehead was washed over by his shock.
What on earth is going on…?
Wen Nuan had been holding onto a thread of hope that this was all a dream, that when he woke up, there would be nothing wrong.
But now…
Not only had Wen Nuan shrunk and returned to his childhood home, but he saw the gege he had lived with as a kid, too.
The five or six year-old boy was Wen Nuan’s gege. More precisely, the boy was Wen Nuan’s paternal aunt’s son, not an actual older brother.
Seeing Wen Nuan’s forehead turn red from being hit with the stone, the boy was so happy that he danced about. “Wasn’t I on the target? I’ll throw another one!”
After saying so, he continued to pelt Wen Nuan with rocks.
Wen Nuan quickly raised his pillow to block the hits. Furious, he scrunched up his little baby face and said, “You bwat, what do you want! If you keep hitting me, I won’t be powite anymore!” Polite! I meant to say polite!
Wen Nuan felt like this milky voice of his didn’t carry enough dignity.
As expected, the boy wasn’t at all scared by Wen Nuan’s outburst. Rather, he threw his rocks even more severely and said, “Gonna hit your eyes; this time, I’m gonna hit your eyes! I’ll hit them right in the middle!”
Wen Nuan really was angry. He didn’t know why he had shrunk, whether or not he was dreaming, or if this was all because of that legendary Youxian pillow.
He only knew that right now, he wasn’t going to endure any longer.
“Boing!”
Wen Nuan hopped off the bed, invigorated, wanting to teach this little boy a lesson.
The boy was stunned. He almost cried out in fright, terrified by Wen Nuan in an instant. He retreated step by step until he reached the desk.
In a panic, his back hit the table. The table was already a bit rickety, and with a “crash”, a glass cup came crashing down from atop the desk, smashing into pieces on the floor.
“Ah!” the boy cried out in surprise.
This shout was loud enough to shake the heavens. Someone outside heard his voice, quickly running in. “Son! Son, what happened?”
It was Wen Nuan’s aunt, the little boy’s mother, who rushed inside.
The boy saw his mother and ran into her embrace. He burst into tears and sobbed, “Wen Nuan! Wen Nuan hit me!”
Heart aching, the aunt held her son. Seeing the mess on the ground and the little stones all about, without trying to distinguish right from wrong, she shouted, “Wen Nuan! Are you crazy? Why would you use rocks to hurt your gege! You even broke the glass cup!”
“It must be because I haven’t beat you for two days that you’re itching for a spanking!”
“You’ve been too undisciplined and out of control!”
She berated him in a torrent of words, clearly and remotely.
These words were abusive. Wen Nuan had heard them countless times when he was a kid, one hundred percent the same as now. They made Wen Nuan remember many unhappy memories.
Wen Nuan watched his aunt yell until she was red from the neck up. He then glanced at his gege who was crying aggrievedly. He didn’t want to say anything.
He had tried to explain himself before, but he soon realized that towards dispensable people, such explanations were dispensable, too.
Seeing that Wen Nuan wasn’t speaking, the aunt thought he was refusing to admit his wrongs. Enraged, she grabbed a belt hanging above the bed, lashing it out at Wen Nuan.
Wen Nuan might have been small and short, but he was clever and agile. With a duck of his torso, he avoided the lash of the belt.
“You rebel!”
His aunt was seeing red. “You dare escape! See if I don’t teach you a lesson! I’m going to beat you to death today!”
“How did I come across such an unlucky omen like you!”
“You cursed your parents to death, so now you won’t rest until you put us to death too, is that it?”
The aunt raised the belt and chased after Wen Nuan. Wen Nuan was like a little squirrel, nimbly running up and down. He soon reached the door and slipped away like smoke.
Even when he ran far, he could hear his aunt’s screaming. “I’m going to beat you to death! You get back here right now! Get back here and I’ll beat you to death!”
Wen Nuan shook his little head, imitating Baili Wuchang as he crossed his arms. It was just that his arms were too short, so he carried none of the same grandeur, looking more like a cute little devil.
“I’m not stupid. You said you would beat me to death, so I’m not going back.”
Wen Nuan lost his parents at a young age. He didn’t even remember what they looked like. His memories started from when he began living with his aunt and uncle, as well as his gege.
His aunt was a teacher at a boarding school. They lived in the school’s family housing. The environment was plain and the family finances weren’t well-off, but Wen Nuan was an understanding kid, so he never was dissatisfied with his circumstances.
Actually, in the beginning, Wen Nuan’s aunt cared for him very much. Her words were soft spoken with no yelling at all. Wen Nuan felt like his aunt was a good person. It was just his gege who wasn’t, since he would always tease him without reason.
Then, one night, Wen Nuan woke up to hear his aunt and uncle arguing.
His uncle said that the money Wen Nuan’s parents left for him was almost all used up. What were they supposed to do now?
His aunt said she didn’t know. She thought the money would last for a lot longer; she didn’t think they would run out so quickly.
It turned out his aunt and uncle were just raising him, not out of pity from him losing his parents at a young age, but for the inheritance money left behind by Wen Nuan’s parents.
Now that the inheritance was scarce, his aunt started to see Wen Nuan as deadweight. After that day, his aunt treated Wen Nuan more and more ruthlessly, frequently yelling at him without rhyme or reason, always using the belt to hit him.
Wen Nuan was no stranger to beatings when he was three or four. Everyday was unhappy.
When Wen Nuan turned five or six, he started attending grade school. His aunt felt like tuition was a bottomless pit of expenses, so she didn’t want to pay for Wen Nuan.
One day, his aunt took Wen Nuan on an outing to a remote little road. For the first time ever, she bought Wen Nuan ice cream…
And told Wen Nuan an obsolete excuse.
His aunt told Wen Nuan that he had to stay there for a while. She had to go do something, but as soon as Wen Nuan finished his ice cream, she would be back.
Wen Nuan nodded with a blank face at the time. He watched his aunt leave, not at all wanting to call out to her.
He threw his untouched ice cream away in a nearby trash bin and sat on the curb.
His aunt wouldn’t come back. That, Wen Nuan absolutely knew.
Wen Nuan actually knew the road from here, but Wen Nuan didn’t want to go back.
After that, Wen Nuan never saw his aunt, uncle, or gege ever again. He was sent to an orphanage where he was raised from that point on.
For Wen Nuan, the time when he was three or four years old remained quite fresh in his memory, but it wasn’t a story he wanted to remember at all.
Having eaten several lashes from that belt as a child, Wen Nuan didn’t want to repeat that again. He put his hands on his waist and said, “I’m not going back. I’m leaving this hell of a place.”
There was a problem somewhere, but Wen Nuan told himself to remain calm. Only in this way would he be able to solve the problem and quickly leave wherever this place was.
“Oh, wight!” Wen Nuan eyes sparkled. “I should go to the hotel to find Baiwi Wuzang!”
Baili Wuchang…
Wen Nuan gave himself an unavoidable headache just by hearing his own milky voice.
Legend had it that the Hell Chain Hotel was ancient. Since Wen Nuan had shrunk to a three or four year old, compared to the real world, he was about eighteen years in the past. In this time, the Hell Chain Hotel was probably still existent.
Wen Nuan made a firm decision to go find it. Perhaps Baili Wuchang would be at the hotel.
Baili Wuchang was so amazing, he absolutely had to have a way to fix this!
“Yeah!” Wen Nuan nodded. Setting off by himself, he left the school’s family housing, walked along the big road, and headed in the direction of the Hell Chain Hotel.
Wen Nuan’s body might’ve shrunk, but his consciousness was still preserved. The Hell Chain Hotel’s location was very clear to him. Even though the world eighteen years ago looked a little different, Wen Nuan also had no money, so he had no choice but to walk.
“I’m dead tiwed!”
Wen Nuan sighed, propping his hands on his knees. Not only was he short, his legs were slow, and the journey ahead looked bleak.
“No wowwies! I’ll be there soon!”
Wen Nuan slowly exhaled again and started off once more.
After crossing two more streets, Wen Nuan was pleasantly surprised to see a building ahead. It was the Hell Chain Hotel undoubtedly; the hotel’s signboard was shining bright.
The hotel was large and tall, but it looked a little different. It wasn’t the same luxurious spectacle as before. It looked rather gloomy, much like a haunted house.
“Pewhaps business isn’t so gweat.” Perhaps business isn’t so great.
Wen Nuan sighed with emotion and ran over. He marched straight through the hotel entrance.
“Little buddy, what are you doing alone?” Someone barred Wen Nuan. It was a hotel employee with an amicable and questioning voice. “Where are your parents? Are you lost?”
Wen Nuan raised his head and was shocked to see the man talking to him.
The man wore a hotel uniform. He looked tidy, and his appearance was honest and sincere.
Fan Liangda!
Wen Nuan rubbed at his eyes with his little hands. What was going on? Wasn’t this eighteen years in the past? Why was Senior Fan at the Hell Chain Hotel eighteen years ago? Plus, he looked exactly the same.
“Little buddy?” Fan Liangda didn’t seem to recognize Wen Nuan. He thought he had scared him, so he put on a soft smile. “I’m not a bad guy. Did you encounter something troublesome? Tell Uncle, and Uncle will help you out.”
Wen Nuan promptly snapped out of it. Right now, what was most important wasn’t his own curiosities, but finding Baili Wuchang. He needed to ask him how to get back.
Wen Nuan took a deep breath, trying his best to enunciate clearly and speak word by word. “I want to find Baili Wuchang!”
Fan Liangda looked surprised. “Baili Wuchang? You know Baili Wuchang? How…do you know each other?”
We…
Wen Nuan’s round eyes spun around. He couldn’t say that Baili Wuchang was his guest, could he? That just sounded too strange.
After careful consideration, Wen Nuan grinned sweetly at Fan Liangda and said, “He’s my dad! I came here just to find my dad!”
The author has something to say: [Mini Theater]
The title of this arc—Wen Nuan: I am three years old!
AKA—Little Wen Nuan is looking for his father~
Baili Wuchang: ▼_▼
That was not what I was expecting 😭😭
The aunt and uncle and gege can go to hell though
He called him Dad!!😂😂
Your dad or your ‘daddy’? 😏