I can rewind time to prevent death

Under normal circumstances, when a man hears the sound of high heels, an image of a young, beautiful woman with elegant mannerisms automatically constructs itself in his mind.

At the very least, the woman in his imagination would fit the man's basic definition of a woman.

So, when Yan Junze saw the calves above the high heels poking out from under the door, he was genuinely taken aback.

The woman wore a black mesh skirt, and those heels were exquisite, revealing calves that weren't very chubby but had a robust feel to them.

It was clear that the woman had a large build, not conceding much to men.

The wine red high heels stopped outside the stall where Yan Junze was, with the tips of the shoes pointing straight ahead, showing no sign of being pigeon-toed or splay-footed.

Silence once again enveloped the surroundings; no one made a sound.

Yan Junze forced himself to breathe slowly, eyeing the high heels outside the stall unwaveringly.

He still remembered the task prompt: he had the chance to slip away before Jian Tong spoke.

In other words, the woman outside named Jian Tong hadn't spoken yet, so he still had the opportunity to escape, just as Wang Shicong, the chubby guy from the next class, had successfully fled after seeing those high heels using his "Shit-Cutting Skill."

Of course, Yan Junze had no intention to flee. He was waiting as well.

No one spoke, pushing the eerie scene to the peak of tension, with oppression growing every second.

The faucet in the nearby sink dripped water continuously, and at this moment, the sound of the droplets seemed like heavy hammers pounding on Yan Junze's heart.

Time crawled by, and three minutes later, the feet in the high heels still hadn't moved.

"Are you just going to stand there?" Yan Junze nearly couldn't bear it anymore and grumbled inwardly.

Staying in the same position, his shoulders began to ache, so he moved them gently and slightly lifted his head.

Just then, knock, knock, knock—three knocks on the door sounded.

The door to Yan Junze's stall was knocked.

From his position, he could see those red high heels hadn't moved, but he was unable to see the woman's upper body movements.

He didn't respond.

"How long exactly are you planning to hide?"

A hoarse voice, unidentifiable as male or female, called from outside the stall, speaking slowly as though each word must be enunciated clearly, giving an illusion of a mannequin talking.

This woman named Jian Tong had spoken.

According to the task prompt, if Yan Junze wanted to escape now, it would be absolutely impossible.

After a moment's consideration, he replied, "I'm defecating. I'm not hiding."

The task explained that this woman's man had betrayed her and even swindled a lot of money from her. She was also obsessively waiting for an answer, and to accomplish this task, stepping into the role of the betraying man might be the best choice.

As a mere observer, he could not complete the task at all.

Otherwise, not only would Jian Tong ignore you, but she might also directly take action to kill this observer.

"I have a question for you," Jian Tong's voice continued.

Here it came.

Yan Junze's heart tightened; this must be what the task description referred to as her "Obsession." Additionally, the task reminded him that the choice of answer was crucial and must be made with great care.

"Hmm, ask," he replied without hesitation.

"Do you still love me?" Jian Tong murmured.

Yan Junze was momentarily startled, then slowly stood up, rubbing his numb legs.

He really didn't know how to answer this question. If he considered it from the perspective of that scumbag, the guy definitely didn't love Jian Tong, or he wouldn't have cheated her out of so much money.

But now, was it appropriate to say "doesn't love"?

After thinking it over, Yan Junze still decided to speak.

"Doesn't love."

No sooner had the words left his mouth than a dull thud came from the cubicle door, as if a fist had smashed hard against the panel.

Then came the screeching sound of nails scratching on wood, sending a shiver down one's spine.

During this process, the entire cubicle door was trembling. It was clear how forcefully the fingers scraping the door were.

Yan Junze involuntarily stepped backward, nearly stepping into the filth-filled squat toilet, and as he slightly bent down, he saw the wine red high heels approaching from under the door gap.n/ô/vel/b//jn dot c//om

One high heel was missing in action, indicating that foot had been raised.

Then the other foot, also clad in a high heel, lifted, and both feet vanished from view, apparently leaving the ground entirely.

This scene seemed to spark a realization in Yan Junze, who abruptly looked up.

Above the cubicle door, two large-boned hands were hooked over the edge, the fingers gripping the panel were not pale but a dark, purplish color, with the nails on each finger measuring at least three centimeters long.

At this moment, some of the nails still had wood shavings inside them—the result of scratching the door from the outside.

As the two hands latched onto the top edge of the panel, a woman's head slowly emerged from the top, first revealing curved black hair, then a similarly purplish forehead.

Her hair was abundant, black and thick, almost completely covering her face, with only her eyes faintly visible beneath.

Soon, the woman's nose and lips became visible, but they were partly obscured by hair, her head appeared detached from her body, hanging over the top edge of the door.

She opened her mouth, which was pitch black inside, even her teeth were black.

"You... lie... to me!"

The three words were spat out.

With each word, Yan Junze felt his whole body tense, his heart seemed to spasm, and his limbs involuntarily curled up together.

Ke'er, lying on his back, lifted her head and let out the familiar warning cry.

Suddenly, Ke'er sprang off Yan Junze's back, stepped on the wall behind him, and with another rebound, lunged toward Jian Tong, whose head was now sticking over the cubicle door.

Thump!

The next second, Ke'er's body was suspended in mid-air.

Jian Tong remained perched on the door, but she had stretched out her right hand, grabbing Ke'er by the neck, leaving Ke'er hanging in mid-air, unable to move forward.

Ke'er yelped frantically, her hands flailing and legs kicking, but to no avail.

Amidst the struggle, the eye-catching red dress stood out starkly.

"Ke'er is no match for this woman!" Yan Junze realized, feeling as though his body had also been harmed by Jian Tong's words "You lie to me."

No further thought needed, he immediately activated Rewind.

But he didn't choose to Rewind to the moment just after he entered the toilet; instead, he returned to the time before Jian Tong had asked the question.

The wine red high heels reappeared outside the door, motionless.

"Do you still love me?" came Jian Tong's voice, indistinguishable as either male or female.

This time, having experienced the result of the previous Rewind, Yan Junze didn't hesitate and said, "Love."