Silver-haired and curly-haired ghost-fearing daily life

Yin Shi sat on the edge of the playground with a bruised nose and a swollen face, holding a knife and sulking.

Although he has never won against the teacher... But he also feels that he has not made any progress in the past ten years——

Songyang retracted the saber leisurely, with a steady breath, he said: "Very good, I feel that Yinshi is stronger than before."

... No matter how strong you are, you still beat me to the ground!Although I don't care much about Yinsang...but I still really care about being beaten up in front of the students!

Songyang clapped his hands, pointed at the big dark cloud-covered curly hair, and said to his new student with a smile: "Although Yinshi has been studying for longer than you, but... there is no limit to the method. Before the end of this semester, you must Hold on to him for at least 1 minute."

The first and second grade students who came to attend the class showed an expression of "Impossible!"

Oh wow.

Yinshi's curly hair drooped listlessly, and he thought it was funny, the student had become a junior, and he was even less respectful (of course, there has never been such a thing).

He stayed where he was and didn't want to get up, holding his chin to watch Songyang leisurely patrolling back and forth with his hands clasped.

Smile and laugh, you know how to laugh... Tch.

Songyang has been in this world for almost a week.Probably due to the influence of the soul, Tian Yuan's original face was slowly changing, becoming more and more similar to the gentle, light-haired, beautiful man in his memory.

His teacher, is the... most powerful mountain gorilla in the world - just kidding.He is the best teacher.

Even in this world.

Suddenly changing the world may not necessarily develop as people expected.But Songyang acted as Tianyuan, quietly nibbling away at those ancient ruins.

Perhaps one day when the conjurers wake up, they will find that their original world has actually undergone earth-shaking changes.

But at this time, after this short week, all of you at the high school realized only two things:

One is that this man who calls himself Yoshida Shoyo is a truly reliable teacher.From the shallower to the deeper, step by step, from enchantment, spells, body arts, to mathematics, physics, chemistry, and mandarin shamisen... There is nothing he doesn't understand, and there is no student he can't teach.

The second is... that hopeless uncle Sakata Gintoki is his stk.

—although he never admitted it himself.

There was no moon on this night, and the stars were extraordinarily bright.The galaxy is scattered, peaceful and calm.

Yinshi was sitting on the corridor of the high school, holding his chin in a daze.He thought of the last night they spent with their teacher on the top of the cold mountain a long time ago, of Chen Ma telling him that he was going to the universe, of the few people who seldom fought together during the truce, of the teacher teaching them to identify the stars, of him Say "If you get lost, look at the stars and you will know the direction."

He got lost and didn't find his way.The stars landed in his world by themselves.

——The breath of the teacher.He has never made a sound when he walks, but a gust of wind just happened to bring his smell.

"Silver hour."

Song Yang gently sat beside him.

……ah.What should I do, suddenly I feel so happy that I want to cry.

No, no, no... Yinsang is already 28, it's embarrassing.

With a smile in his tone, Songyang suddenly slowly talked about the past. "I still remember the time when I just picked you up... It was time to sleep at night. I closed my eyes for a long time, but I still haven't heard your steady breathing. When I opened my eyes, you were still staring straight at me with your crimson eyes. Holding me, still holding my knife in his arms and not letting go."

"It's such a long time... You are really old, do you like to recall the past so much? Yinsang, I am already this old, I can't be knocked into the ground by you casually."

"I know...but please be considerate of the teacher's mood. No matter when, even if it is enough to stand up to the sky, in the teacher's heart, students are still students."

Songyang said slowly.He didn't know where he got the good wine, so he poured it lightly, and the aroma of the wine overflowed little by little.

Songyang: "It's been a week. How about it, you already know it's not a dream, right?"

Yinshi was silent for a moment, and his sloppy expression became much weaker.He just leaned lightly on the knife in his arms, as if he was thinking about some heavy issues of world destruction.

Songyang: "...Moreover, the teacher has taught you before—it is impossible for the teacher to accompany you all the time...you will have your own path after all. Seeing that you stick to the path in your heart and your beautiful back, the teacher is very happy. satisfy……"

Yinshi said softly: "Teacher, I understand both the truth and the beautiful words."

He also repeated it to himself countless times.

"...But, it is the student's right to be self-willed in front of the teacher once in a while, right?"

Silver said slowly.

Although his voice is steady and peaceful, it seems to be naughty.But for some reason, Songyang felt that the child was wronged.

Ah, yes... I have wronged him for a long time.

Song Yang suddenly said: "I'm sorry. At that time, I didn't keep the promise I made with you... I'm sorry for not coming back soon."

Song Yang patted the young man's shoulder, stretched out the little finger of his left hand, and said with a smile: "Let's make another appointment... This time, I will always, always look at you. It doesn't matter if you are occasionally confused or sad. Here, the teacher will teach you."

Yinshi turned his face away: "...How old are you to treat Yinsang like a child! You still pull Gougou... It's done! A liar will swallow a thousand needles! Don't even think about missing one!"

(End of extra episode)

The author has something to say:

Written at the end and cried while writing...it is obviously he!Why 5555...

Grass, Gintama can still kill me a hundred times.

Everyone who originally wanted to write about spells...but Songyang, your presence is too high...you really deserve to be the eternal white moonlight.

Silver time, please enjoy the happy time when you are still acting like a baby when you are 27 or [-].