The daily life of Shier and 5t5

Nitro once commented on Wujo Wu, why he can rely on his face to make a living, but he must rely on his strength.

Wujo Satoru also wanted to ask Shier, why he could rely on his strength to make a living, but he insisted on relying on his face and being someone else's little face?

This question is very simple for Nitro, because Shi Er does have the capital to rely on his appearance-Shi Er is a top-notch handsome guy.

During the two years in a coma on the hospital bed, the unconscious Shi Er faded away the dust and mud stained in the world for nearly 30 years. Just looking at his facial features, he was actually elegant and elegant.

The eyelashes are long and slender, and the eyebrows are delicate - they are carved out of the same mold as Fu Heihui.

But when the man opened his eyes, that Qingjun was instantly washed away without a trace, leaving only the cold and heroic spirit that resists people thousands of miles away.

Zhang Yang's eyebrows are either staring, scornful, or smirking, coupled with the scar on the corner of his mouth, he looks like a wild man who is foolish and decisive.

It's almost a different person from when he was asleep.

Seven or eight years ago, when Shi Er was still in the Zen Academy, when the disparity in temperament was not obvious, someone noticed his outstanding appearance.

"Shier's face is so beautiful."

"But such a face... What's the use if it's not a woman who is three steps away from me?"

Because of this face, Zenyuan Shier once suffered an indiscriminate disaster.

How did things start?

It seemed that when he walked by, he accidentally bumped into the other person's shoulder.

The weather was cold, and Fu Heisher carried Hui as he walked through the deep corridor of the Chanyuan house, but he didn't notice a person walking towards him.

When passing by, the opponent hit him heavily on the shoulder.

"Hey." There was a whisper from the other side.

Fortunately, Shi Er had already protected Hui on the other side, his arms were steady, and he did not let his son suffer from the slightest jolt.

"Little devil, are you finding fault?" Shi Er raised his eyebrows.

"Ah, I'm sorry." The other party's voice was as damp and cold as this corridor, with a touch of sweetness, "Because I haven't seen Mr. Shier for a long time, and I couldn't help being enthusiastic when we met, and I couldn't help..."

The young man had a handsome face, a pair of slender fox eyes were bent, and his pale cheeks were tinged with red.

What didn't match her was short hair that was half-dyed blond.

"You..." The corner of Shi'er's mouth was aching.

Fox Eye's mood improved, and he posted it with a smile.

Then he was slapped away.

Shi Er asked with eyes like looking crazy: "Who are you?"