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The shampoo was squeezed out too much, which ant there were a lot of bubbles, and more bubbles ant they could easily flow into the eyes.
At this mont, Yan Junze was most afraid of closing his eyes, even during a normal hair-wash, shampoo might get into the eyes, let alone now when he'd squeezed out too much.
As expected, soon three streams of foam flowed swiftly toward both eyes, and the left eye received special attention, with two streams coming at it simultaneously.
Yan Junze had no choice but to close his eyes as they were stung by the shampoo.
The mont his eyes closed, his brain was flooded with all sorts of strange and bizarre associations.
He had a strong feeling that soone was standing behind him, staring at him with a pair of chilling eyes at this very mont.
Could it be that little girl in red, Ke'er, was standing behind him?
Yan Junze rembered that the task "Washing Hair" included a note: "You're washing your hair; she is watching."
That ant, Ke'er was definitely staring at him while he washed his hair.
Forget it, let her watch if she wants, Yan Junze bit down on his teeth and forced himself to concentrate on just washing his hair, rubbing it quickly.
Although he forced himself not to think about anything else, at this mont his senses had been amplified countless tis in this special environnt, and he could imdiately detect any slight movent.
Such as the indoor temperature falling, or the extrely faint noise coming from the corner near the toilet, or the sensation of an insect crawling up his ankle, making it itch.
He couldn't be sure which sensations were real.
"That should do it," Yan Junze stopped rubbing his hair, suppressing the urge to respond to any abnormalities.
Next up was rinsing with clean water, then drying his hair with a towel, and he would be finished.
He was just about to imrse his foamy hair in the sink and turn on the tap to wash it when his body jerked, suddenly feeling his pajama pants tighten, grabbed by sothing.
This feeling was definitely not an illusion; it was indeed sothing grabbing onto him.
Since he was bent over, it was impossible for Yan Junze to straighten up right away, so even after his pant leg was grabbed, he still dipped his head into the sink's water.
The instant his pant leg was seized, Yan Junze's whole body went numb, and even his head, subrged in water, seed to no longer belong to him.
Another tug on his leg followed by the grip, and then sothing wound around his thigh, crawling up.
A wave of cold sensation started at his calf, moved up through his thigh, up to his right hip, and finally settled on the right side of his back, with even his shoulder caught by sothing cold.
At that mont, Yan Junze finally understood.
It must be Ke'er... slowly climbing up his leg onto his back.
"Huh!"
The sa familiar sound of surprise ca from behind him again, but this ti, the sound ca from less than an arm's length away from Yan Junze's ear.
One could imagine such a scene: A red-dressed girl with a crooked neck, out-turned feet, and a curved spine, perched on Yan Junze's right side, uttering a sound of surprise. Beneath that ssy head of hair, a pair of gray eyes focused intently on the man before her, burying his head in the water of the sink like an ostrich.
At this mont, Yan Junze's right side was ice cold, and goosebumps kept erging on his skin.
In that instant, his whole body bristled.
No longer able to tolerate the sensation of Ke'er lying on him, in fact, Yan Junze hadn't thought that given Ke'er's height, to watch him wash his hair for the entire duration, standing below the sink would definitely not offer the best viewing angle.
Furthermore, the bathroom was small, with no other better spot to watch from, so lying on his back beca almost inevitable.
What mattered most was, it was okay to watch, but she suddenly let out a "huh" so close to his ear.
During his first task, already extrely nervous, Yan Junze exploded like a C4 bomb with the switch pressed upon hearing this sound.
"Huh your fucking—!"
Involuntarily, Yan Junze's body jerked, and he subconsciously grabbed Ke'er's ice-cold thin arm and flung it away.
Picking up a towel to roughly wipe his eyes clean, Yan Junze hurriedly opened them.
Without enough ti to put on his glasses, he could only see, in a blur, the figure of Ke'er in red, with loose, wild hair, crouched near the ceiling at the corner of the wall, her overwhelming chilling presence enveloping the entire bathroom.
"Ah..."
Ke'er suddenly opened her dark purple lips, revealing black teeth, and let out a shrill scream.
It obviously woke his parents, as there was a commotion from the bedroom, and at the sa ti, the red-clad Ke'er kicked off and pounced towards Yan Junze.
Her disheveled head enlarged continuously in Yan Junze's pupils.
"Rewind!"
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Yan Junze had just enough ti to have that thought.
A sudden wave of dizziness washed over his brain, and the scene around him quickly changed as ti rewound.
When the dizziness faded, his vision was crystal clear because he had put on his glasses and was standing at the bathroom door.
"Rewind... did it rewind?!"
Yan Junze couldn't help but lower his head, noticing that the sleeves he had rolled up were now down, and his hands were dry. He was standing at the bathroom door just like a few minutes ago.
Lack of experience, the newbie village is deadly!
After confirming he had Rewound, Yan Junze felt a wave of fear.
He was certain that he shouldn't have thrown Ke'er off his back in a fit of panic. If he had just endured and finished washing his hair, all those uncontrollable events that followed wouldn't have happened.
Glancing once again at the Atlas in his mind, it was now completely dark; the two nodes that had been lit, along with the faint line of Rewind ti, were now exhausted of energy.
It was the only chance left.
Stepping into the bathroom, he closed the door behind him.
This ti, Yan Junze refrained from looking around because he knew that Ke'er was not there at the mont.
Ke'er would appear after he had officially started washing his hair.
He placed his mobile phone beneath the mirror, screen facing him. Then, he started filling the sink with water, preparing shampoo and a dry towel.
Then, Yan Junze lifted his head and looked again at the young and slightly immature face reflected in the mirror. His panic from monts ago had lessened significantly.
Now he was clear that he had to stay calm throughout the entire hair-washing process.
Taking off his glasses and rolling up his sleeves, he set a three-minute countdown on his phone and began washing his hair for the second ti.
After wetting his hair, this ti, without the initial nerves, the amount of water was just right, and it didn't get into his eyes.
The temperature in the room began to drop, a sign that Ke'er was about to appear.
Yan Junze resisted the chill rising in him, tilted his head slightly, locked onto the location of the shampoo, and reached out to squeeze so onto his hand.
Almost at the sa instant.
"Eh!"
A familiar voice ca from behind.
His right hand that had just taken the shampoo shook slightly. After a brief half-second pause, he still applied it to his hair.
This ti he hadn't used too much shampoo either; the amount was just right to create enough foam.
The cold in the room was intensifying. Yan Junze continued to scrub his hair while his thighs and back grew increasingly cold.
Even though this was the second attempt. he found his body was still trembling slightly, but the quivering was manageable.
The second attempt was going well, so no shampoo got into his eyes, and he could keep them open.
Yan Junze kept his eyes open and head down, his line of sight passing between his legs to the ground not far behind him.
About four or five seconds after Ke'er made her signature "Eh" sound, he saw a pair of bruised little feet.
One of the feet was broken with the sole turned out, standing just behind him.
The visual impact was too strong; Yan Junze found himself shaking even more, so he decided to close his eyes.
His pants tightened, and the next second, he was grabbed by a cold little hand.
"Again?"
Yan Junze felt a rush of tears but no relief. Obviously, with Ke'er's short stature, she had to climb onto Yan Junze's back to get the best viewing angle.
No matter how many tis the Rewind was, this thod was still Ke'er's unvarying choice.
Yan Junze's thigh was entwined, quickly followed by a tightening around his waist and back, as Ke'er climbed onto his right side once more.
His body felt ice cold, and the chill in his heart intensified.
He could imagine the red-dressed girl hooking her hands over his shoulders, tilting her head to watch how he washed his hair.
"Eh!"
Ke'er made the sa sound for the second ti, clearly having gotten a clear view this ti.
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