The ancients said: "Appearance is determined by the heart." In simple terms, appearance is linked to a person's thoughts. People with dirty thoughts will also look dirty.
Shinji didn't believe this nonsense before, but now he is beginning to believe it - because the best example is right in front of him. Hideo Hayama is the typical example of "appearance reflects the mind".
First of all, this is a yellow-haired guy.
That's right, yellow hair. Not the bright gold color of Gilgamesh, which glitters in the sun. Nor is it the orange color that is cold on the outside and warm on the inside, with a rich sense of hierarchy. It's the most common yellow color, which looks quite similar to the color of excrement when viewed in a darker place.
What does yellow hair mean in the second dimension
Lao Wang next door, cuckold, NTR, etc., Song Mou, Mou Yu in the three-dimensional world, should be yellow-haired when entering the two-dimensional world.
With such yellow hair, it is understandable that he would do such things as force, coercion, and organizing female students to have sex.
Next, the guy's appearance.
You think I would say handsome? How is that possible? If a guy like this is handsome, how could girls go out to date him? Just squeeze him dry. Don't forget, the students of Liyuan Women's College are either rich or noble, and they don't lack money at all. Girls don't do it for money, but for pleasure and rebellion. That's true.
Uh, Shinji himself wants to be a homeroom teacher in the academy. With his looks and family background, there should be a lot of girls throwing themselves at him. It's a pity that he hasn't developed yet. How did he travel through time to become Shinji? Why didn't he travel through time to become Kusajuro? In this case... Ahem, I'm getting off topic. Let's continue talking about the world's number one yellow-haired hero, Hayama. (If you don't agree, stand up!)
This guy has a typical sinister look.
With small eyes, high cheekbones, thin cheeks, a pointed chin, and a hooked nose, he doesn't look like a good person. Coupled with his sallow complexion and haggard appearance, he reminds people of an advertisement slogan: "Aches in the waist and legs, lack of energy, as if the body has been hollowed out."
Well, there are about thirty students in Class Four, and at least twenty of them have been slept with by this guy. It's normal for them to become like this. After all, they are not the protagonists of **, nor are they humanoid self-propelled artillery like the ghost king Lance. Do they really think their kidneys are made of iron
We will know whether it is made of iron or not soon.
Shinji successfully invaded Hayama's house and stood in Hayama's bedroom. He cleared his throat, adjusted his voice with magic, and finally pulled off Hayama's quilt.
... ...
"Ye... Shan... Hero... " The voice was eerie, like the whisper of a devil.
"Ye Shan Ying Xiong!" His voice was low, like a judge's verdict.
"Ye~Shan~Hero~" The voice was vague, like a wronged ghost demanding his life.
"Ye Shan Ying Xiong." The voice suddenly exploded like thunder.
Different calls, the same roll call, gradually deprived Hero Yeshan of his sleepiness.
With the last loud shout, Ye Shan Yingxiong shuddered all over and woke up from his sleep.
"ah-"
The middle-aged man, covered in cold sweat, let out a scream, turned over and sat up from the bed. Just as he was about to wipe the sweat off his face, he found a dark shadow in the corner of the room.
At first, he thought he was sleepy, but after wiping his eyes, he found that the shadow was still there, and he couldn't help but asked while shrinking back.
"Who, who's there?"
There was silence, no response.
Ye Shan unconsciously grabbed the bedside lamp, as if he wanted to turn it on to check.
At this moment, the unclear black shadow suddenly moved.
"Deer~Deer~Deer~Deer~"
Amid the chattering of Ye Shan's teeth, the black shadow swayed, floated, and approached Ye Shan.
The black shadow was wearing a long cloak and a hideous mask on his face. He looked like both an evil spirit in Japanese mythology and the god of death in Western mythology.
The death god suspended in the air looked down at Ye Shan with his hollow eyes, calling his name: "Ye Shan Ying Xiong."
"Ehhhhhhhh!"
Such a strange scene frightened Ye Shan so much that he curled up, hugged his head and screamed.
"Hero Hayama! I will kill you! I will kill you! I will kill you!"
The Grim Reaper roared and moved his hideous and terrifying face closer, so close that Ye Shan could even see the will-o'-the-wisp in the Grim Reaper's eyes.
"No, don't come over here, don't come over here—you've got the wrong person."
Ye Shanying used his hands and feet to crawl backwards, but he forgot that he was on the bed. He only moved a few dozen centimeters before he fell off the bed and fell on his back.
After struggling to get up, I found that the ghost face was still floating in front of my eyes.
"You, who are you?"
Perhaps it was the pain that gave Yeshan the courage, or perhaps it was because he wanted to die with a clear conscience, Yeshan tremblingly asked the question that Shinji had been waiting for.
This wimp finally asked the question, but it kept me waiting for a while.
Shinji complained in his mind and replied in a hoarse and gloomy voice:
"I am the god of death, and I am here to take you on your way."
If someone told him at another time and place that he was the god of death, he would definitely doubt whether the person's brain was broken. But now, in his own home, a ghost was floating in front of him, and he couldn't help but believe it.
If you have never done anything wrong in your life, you won't be afraid of ghosts knocking on your door at night. Ye Shan did something wrong, so he was afraid, very afraid.
What's more, in order to create an atmosphere and prove his identity, Shinji pulled out a long-handled sickle from his cloak and pointed it at Yeshan's neck. The cold light on the sickle made the latter's hair stand up.
He immediately knelt down, prostrated himself on the floor, and begged desperately: "God of Death, spare me, God of Death, spare me."
"Spare my life?" Shinji sneered playfully, "Someone has paid enough to let me take you to the underworld. How can I break my promise?"
"The price? You, you're the killer?"
Upon hearing that it was not the Grim Reaper, Ye Shan's courage suddenly grew a lot, but the next second he was suppressed by the sickle on his neck.
"Killer? Don't compare me with the underground professions of you humans, or I will take you to the underworld for judgment."
"I dare not, I dare not."
Ye Shan apologized repeatedly, but the way he rolled his eyes showed that his heart was far from being as submissive as his appearance.
"May I ask, Lord Death, who is the one who asked you to take my life and at what price?"
"Do you want to know?" Shinji blew out a puff of mist from his nose, and the will-o'-the-wisp in his eyes burned even more vigorously - these were all special effects of the mask, a toy that Yustisa had spent half an hour making.
"Please, Lord Death, let me die with understanding."
Shinji nodded, probably understanding what Hayama was thinking: "Okay, I'll let you die knowingly. The person who asked me to take you to the underworld is called Tachibana Kaori, and the price is her own soul - you should know why."
Ye Shan's pupils suddenly contracted and his body kept shaking.
PS: The classic yellow-haired characters in the second dimension include... ... Damn, why do the names that pop up in my mind are all non-main characters? Forget it, friends who are interested can search Baidu by themselves.
PS2: Erye is indeed a tall, rich and handsome man in the setting. He changed girlfriends very frequently before the fifth war, and he was the kind of guy that many girls wanted to hook up with.