[Gintama] I am Teacher Songyang

Gintoki had the dream of Matsushita private school again.

That winter, because he fell ill from playing too much in the snow, Teacher Songyang forced him to rest on the bed.Aoshan and the wig were beside him, and asked Songyang worriedly: "Teacher, why did Yinshi get sick, and can Yinshi recover?"

Yin fashion had time to be moved in the future, and the two continued to say:

"Didn't it mean that idiots don't get sick?"

"Can idiot's germs be cured?"

"You two..."

Yinshi got up and wanted to beat them up, but Teacher Songyang pressed him down again, and then the teacher knocked on the heads of the two people: "Zhu Jin, Gui, don't bully the patients."

The two who had been taught a lesson laughed loudly.

Yinshi doesn't remember what happened afterwards, but only remembers that his head was very dizzy and a little painful. Teacher Songyang stayed by his side the whole time, gently rubbing his temples.

This dream was more real than ever, because it really felt like a hand was gently rubbing his temples to ease his hangover pain.I can even feel the fragrance of Teacher Songyang's body.

Knowing that it is a dream that cannot be indulged in, Yinshi still closes his eyes and refuses to wake up.After waking up, I have to accept the world where Teacher Songyang is no longer there. After waking up, I don’t know when I will dream of Teacher Songyang next time.

Anyway, he's just a Madao, so what's the point of staying in bed until the afternoon.Teacher Songyang is still in his dream, he can smell his fragrant breath, he can touch his warm body... huh...?

huh?

huh? !

Huh? ! !

It seems... I really touched something... soft, tender...

Silver woke up with a start.

It was a strange room, and he was lying naked on a strange bed, with a person of the same sex in his arms.Her head was buried in the quilt, and only some light hair color was exposed, but judging from the body shape of the two close to each other, the other seemed... small...

Yin Shi's face was covered with cold sweat.

No no no no, impossible.Promiscuous sex after drinking or something, the object of the promiscuous sex is a minor or something... No, no, no, this is a crime, it is a beast, and it will be arrested and sentenced!How could Yinsang make such a mistake!

This is just a petite adult, right? In fact, it’s just a simple sleep, right? No clothes or anything. Of course I don’t wear clothes when I sleep hahahaha...

Although he kept comforting himself in this way, Yinshi's face was dripping with sweat, and even the pillow was wet with sweat.

His hand was still on the opponent's waist, and he was so stiff that he couldn't move because of tension.The soft touch under his hands and the tight waist are telling him that this is a minor... a minor... a minor... In terms of slenderness, it may be a little smaller than Kagura...

Ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah it would be faster to commit seppuku than to go to jail, how should he face the contemptuous gazes of Kagura and Shinpachi, how should he face the underage victim in his arms!

"Hmm..." The person in his arms moved, as if he had woken up.Yin Shi was covered in cold sweat, staring stiffly at the other party who poked out half of his face from under the quilt.He was still awake, eyes still closed, and he called out in a daze, "Yinshi..."

Good... so tender voice... It's really a minor when it's over!

"Does your head still hurt..." The other party stretched out a white and tender arm, gently pressed Yinshi's forehead, and rubbed his temples: "Be good, be good, the pain will be gone soon..."

Silver froze and blinked.

Although the voice is different, but this way of speaking, the familiar rubbing, and, only now noticed, the familiar fragrance...

Yinshi threw off the quilt and lifted the opponent's face.Although he has become smaller, he can't be wrong, he is Teacher Songyang.

"Teacher Songyang..." Yinshi's voice trembled.

"Gintoki...?" Songyang finally woke up, because of Takasugi, Gintoki was so pressing on him that he felt a sense of crisis, so he pushed Gintoki away and got up.Seeing Yinshi, he was still staring blankly at him, Songyang put on his nightgown, came back and rubbed Yinshi's messy hair, and pressed him into the quilt again like when he was a child: "You had a headache last night, sleep well Just a moment, the teacher will call you when breakfast is ready."

Yinshi fell on the bed in a daze, and he didn't come back to his senses until Mr. Songyang's figure disappeared into the kitchen. He immediately jumped up, wrapped himself in a sheet and rushed into the kitchen.

In the kitchen, Song Yang was chopping vegetables, when he saw Yin Shi came in, he said softly: "Yin Shi, I have to wait a while, you can stay out of bed first."

Yin Shi went back to his childhood in a trance. He got up early one morning and stood outside the kitchen to watch Mr. Songyang make breakfast. At that time, Mr. Songyang also said the same thing.

Whether he is 5 years old, 15 years old, or 25 years old, in Songyang's eyes, it probably makes no difference!

They were students who needed his care, no matter how many years passed.Just as he is their teacher, no matter how many years they are separated, it is the same.

Yinshi silently walked behind Songyang, raised his arms and hugged him, as if he wanted to embed Songyang deeply into his body.

"Teacher..." Yin Shi's voice trembled: "There are too many onions... Yinsang's tears flowed out..."

"..." Feeling the wetness on his shoulders, Songyang put down the kitchen knife, turned around and hugged Yinshi: "I'm sorry, I won't do it next time."

"There will be no next time, teacher."

Songyang closed his eyes: "Well, I'm back, Yinshi."

"...Welcome back, teacher..."

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