Fu Qingjun stared in shock at himself in the mirror; his hair had all fallen out again.
Then his scalp began to itch unbearably, as if something indescribable was breaking through the surface, giving him an intensely uncomfortable feeling.
"Again?"
Fu Qingjun suddenly realized something.
Sure enough, his hair began to regrow directly, starting as short fuzz. Then, strangely, as if it had taken a growth-promoter, the fuzz started to grow rapidly, gradually turning into a short crew cut, then into two or three centimeters, before gradually slowing down its growth...
"Could it be my hair?"
Fu Qingjun was startled and suddenly tried using a strand of hair to lift a pen.
Whoosh.
To his surprise, the pen was actually lifted shakily up...
"Dominating power of a single hair!" He was startled, earlier his hair could only barely lift a piece of paper, and now the hair's strength was so terrifyingly strong?
