"What...what happened to your head?"
Ruan Yingzi pointed at Song Hongye's head and exclaimed. Only then did Song Hongye realize that something was wrong. She touched her head and saw a thick head of short hair. "Nothing's wrong?"
But Kexin panicked.
They all look like this. Is there something on her face?
Song Hongye picked up the mirror and looked at her face. It was still the same as before, neither pretty nor ugly, just an ordinary person's appearance. She couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.
"What happened? What's wrong with my head?" Song Hongye asked half-jokingly, pouring some moisturizer onto her face.
Ye Qingqing frowned, not knowing what to say. No girl could accept this. No matter how carefree Song Hongye was, it couldn't be hidden. As long as Song Hongye went out, she would be stimulated by other people's strange looks, and she would find out sooner or later.
But how could Song Hongye's hair have changed so much in just one night...?
Song Hongye felt flustered by the serious looks from Ye Qingqing and the others. Her heart, which had just calmed down, was raised again. She looked at herself in the mirror, but she couldn't find anything unusual.
“Look down,” Ruan Yingzi reminded her.
Song Hongye obediently lowered her head and raised the mirror, her face changing drastically as she screamed, "How could this be? Where's my hair...?"
This girl used to have short, thick, black hair, more abundant than the Greater Khingan Mountains, but now—
The hair in the center of his forehead mysteriously disappeared, leaving a gap the size of a baby's fist, like a receding hairline.
That is, the legendary baldness.
But a young girl with a receding hairline... it's really...
"Where did my hair go...? Who shaved my head...?"
Song Hongye screamed in panic, tears streaming down her face. She was already of average appearance, and now she was bald. How could she face anyone?
I can't live like this anymore!
Ruan Yingzi, with her sharp eyes, looked around and pointed at Song Hongye's pillow, shouting, "Your hair is over there!"
On Song Hongye's pillow lay a small clump of jet-black hair, quite a lot of it, precisely the patch missing from Song Hongye's forehead.
"Who shaved my hair in the middle of the night... How am I supposed to go to class now..." Song Hongye covered her face and cried, feeling extremely distressed.
Ye Qingqing walked over and picked up a strand of hair to examine it, her doubts deepening. This hair was clearly not shaved off, but rather—
"No one shaved your hair, it fell out on its own."
“Impossible, I never lose this much hair, just a few strands when I comb it in the morning.” Song Hongye shook her head vigorously, convinced that someone had shaved her head.
The Song family has good genes for hair. Her father, even in middle age, still has a thick head of hair, which contrasts sharply with the bald patches around him. And her grandmother, who is over seventy, still has jet-black hair and a lot of it.
How come she has a receding hairline at such a young age?
This doesn't conform to Darwin's theory of evolution!
“It fell out, look at this hair root.” Ruan Yingzi picked up a strand of hair and handed it to Song Hongye.
The difference between the fallen hair and the shaved hair was very obvious; you could tell at a glance. Song Hongye's face turned ashen after just one look, and she felt the deep malice of this world.
Why should we let her develop a receding hairline?
She would rather gain 20 pounds.
“No one in my family has hair loss problems... How come my genes have mutated... Waaaaah... I’m not going to class, please help me ask for leave…” Song Hongye was heartbroken, feeling worse than if the sky had fallen.
"Don't be sad. I lost a lot of hair today too. I didn't have much to begin with, and if I lost any more, I'd have very few left. You at least have so many!"
To show that she really had very little hair, Lü Ziqun even stroked her hair, and everyone's expression changed again when they looked over.
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