Hearing the ghost's incessant "huh" right by his ear, Yan Junze honestly struggled several times with the urge to throw the little brat out again.
The chilly sensation had almost saturated his entire body, and even though the water was hot, Yan Junze could no longer feel it at that moment.
After continuing to rub his hair, he first rinsed his head in the basin full of water to wash away the shampoo, then drained the foamy water.
He reached out to turn on the faucet and tested the water temperature; even though it wasn't just right, the impatient Yan Junze already leaned forward to rinse off.
Three minutes were almost up, and Yan Junze also wanted to finish washing his hair quickly and not be stared at by Ke'er lying on top of him the whole time.
During this time, Ke'er hadn't moved at all, just hooking his left shoulder with her hand, lying on his back, with her head tilted and motionless.
If Yan Junze could have turned his head to look, he would have seen that the pupils in Ke'er's gray eyes were covered by a thin gray film, and it was unclear where the little one's gaze was focused.
His hair was quickly washed clean, but, inevitably, water got into his eyes during the process.
Yan Junze closed his eyes, maintaining steady breathing, and reached out for a dry towel; as long as he wiped his hair dry, the "Hair Washing" task would be completed.
However, just as he grabbed the dry towel, a cold little hand was placed on the back of his hand.
This sensation was like when a group of people gathered around eating a steaming hot and spicy hot pot, and suddenly someone poured a bucket of cold water over them from head to toe, chilling them to the core, heart soaring.
Yan Junze's right hand trembled, not daring to make another move, pressing the towel with one hand, his heart thudding as if it would jump out of his chest, unable to open his eyes, just freezing in place.
The small hand resting on the back of his hand didn't move either, showing no intention of letting go.
The scene was eerie.
Being a strangeness, Ke'er weighed next to nothing, so even though she lay on Yan Junze's back, it didn't put any pressure on him.
What mattered most now was that Yan Junze didn't dare to ask the little one what she wanted to do because once he asked, that would count as doing something unrelated to washing his hair.
The cost of task failure was something that the current Yan Junze couldn't afford.
Time might almost be up for the three minutes, Yan Junze bit his teeth and didn't dare to delay any longer, gradually pulling his hand back while still holding onto the towel.
The cold little hand still didn't back off, pressing on the back of Yan Junze's hand without moving, following the movement of his hand.
Yan Junze no longer minded her and quickened his pace to retrieve the towel.
As long as he didn't do anything unrelated to hair washing, he would rather believe Ke'er wouldn't make things difficult for him.
The ten or so seconds he gripped the towel felt like an eternity until his hands finally held the towel, ready to wipe his head, when Ke'er's small hand finally slowly moved away.
Yan Junze quickly raised his head and wiped his hair dry, then wiped off the water around his eyes. As he did this, the Spacetime Atlas emerged in his mind.
"Hair Washing, Anxiety-Inducing (Low), Completed, gained 100 Different Dimension Energy points."
At the same moment, the initial Rewind line that had disappeared in the Atlas and the two spacetime nodes lit up simultaneously.
Moreover, after gaining 100 Different Dimension Energy points, the lit Rewind line continued to extend forward, quickly reaching the third spacetime node, which gradually started to glow.
At that moment, two Rewind lines were illuminated.
At the same time, after wiping the water from the corners of his eyes, Yan Junze hurriedly opened his eyes.
The instant he put on his glasses, he didn't do anything else but immediately looked behind him.
Because the "Hair Washing" task had been successfully completed, and he had also received 100 Different Dimension Energy points as a reward. This meant Ke'er's Obsession should have been resolved, whether the little one reincarnated or went to her Ultimate Bliss World, she no longer had any reason to stay in his bathroom.
However, the moment he looked behind him, the relieved Yan Junze jerked sharply, as the sight of a red dress, untidy, fluffy long hair, and bruised limbs caught his eye.
These noticeable features unmistakably indicated that Ke'er was still lying on his back.
This scene made Yan Junze feel like he had become Master Roshi from "Dragon Ball", with Ke'er's bruised hands wrapped around his neck, tightly clasped together, and her feet fiercely wrapped around his waist. Looking at this, he indeed resembled someone carrying a huge turtle shell.
What... what's going on?
Didn't I complete the task?
Could this be a sticky ghost that's just refusing to leave?
Just at that moment, a new line of text suddenly appeared in Yan Junze's mind.
[Acquired Ke'er (Wandering Spirit), current favorability: Neutral]
Yan Junze was stunned. He had never imagined that Ke'er really wouldn't leave.
At the beginning of the "Hair Washing" task, there was no mention of obtaining Ke'er after completing the task. There was only a task tip that said "the Evil Spirit cannot be locked down".
Now that he thought about it, this so-called lockdown probably meant actively locking down the Evil Spirit, or in other words, capturing it.
But now the task tip said "acquired", which could mean that Ke'er was following Yan Junze willingly. For Yan Junze, it was a passive acquisition of the Wandering Spirit.
Although it could not be denied, setting aside those glasses, the contours of this high school student's face were distinct and had a sense of linearity. However, Yan Junze didn't believe it was his looks that had conquered Ke'er.
It was very likely that... Ke'er had fallen in love with watching him wash his hair.
If it were before, Yan Junze would never believe that washing his hair could so easily capture a girl obsessed with him in a red dress.
But now the facts were as such, whether he believed it or not, the girl obsessed with him in a red dress was here, clinging to his back faithfully.
"Could it be that from now on, she's just going to follow me around?" Yan Junze suddenly felt his scalp tingle, and goosebumps spread all over his body.
Though Ke'er's weight was negligible, carrying such a thing around all the time, what would he do about going to the toilet? What about taking a shower? And in case, just in case he got a beautiful girlfriend in the future, and when things got hot and heavy, what would they do about @%#￥&*?
With something like that always splayed on his back, he wouldn't be able to do anything!
Just now, Yan Junze had clearly seen that Ke'er's attitude towards him was neutral.
What if this young lady got the wrong idea in the future, and her attitude towards him turned into opposition or hostility?
Yan Junze shook his head with a wry smile, feeling like he wasn't carrying a Wandering Spirit, but rather a time bomb that occasionally let out a "Yi" sound.
Facing the mirror, Yan Junze twisted his body and discovered that although Ke'er's back was S-shaped, the posture in which she lay on him was quite natural. She kept her head buried on his back, motionless, as if she had fallen asleep.
The cold feeling was still there, but not as intense as in the beginning.
Well, at least I come with built-in air conditioning in the summer.
As long as it doesn't harm this young and vigorous body.
After tidying up the bathroom, Yan Junze tiptoed to turn off the lights and lock the door, then played another thrilling game of "Mission Impossible" by locking the bathroom door from the outside. Finally, he silently slipped into his own bedroom.
Lying in bed, he felt no discomfort whatsoever behind him.
The Wandering Spirit, Ke'er, might only be visible in mirrors; such Supernatural beings couldn't be dealt with as though they were physical objects.
After completing the first nail-biting task, Yan Junze finally took a deep breath.
"From now on, when I wash my hair, you keep watch. You can watch the process however you like, as long as you don't absorb my Pure Yang Qi," Yan Junze muttered under his breath.
"Yi." Ke'er seemed to answer.
"Yi your sister, can you speak?"
"Yi."