cloudy day

"It's still the same guy with a deadpan expression."

The half-dead silver hair with natural curly hair commented on the esoteric doctor who rushed over without any sense of danger.

"You haven't changed at all, you're like a burned wasteland." Secret doctor Yueyong replied in a cold voice while skillfully treating the serious-looking wound.

The young Toshiro Hijikata, who was involved in the extraordinary, stood aside, watching the bandaging process with frowned eyebrows.

"...Then who, Duo Chuan-jun?"

"I'm called Hijikata Shishiro, hello! Remember other people's names carefully, you bastard!" If the glaucoma boy hadn't taken into account that the natural curl in front of him was not intact, he would have punched him in greeting.

"Hey, hey. Young people are like this, they always look like they are frizzy." Sakata Gintoki's old-fashioned tone and lazy posture looked very lacking.

A lively crossroad popped out in front of Hijikata Toshiro's forehead.

Yue Yong pressed hard on Sakata Yinshi's wound, and as expected, he heard the sound of gasping for air, followed by a roar of naturally curly hair: "You want to murder, you bastard!"

Pressing hard with one hand on the natural curly silver hair that was struggling to get up, Yue Yong said with a cool smile on his lips, "Give me a good recovery, don't always think about molesting the brat."

This time, Hijikata, who was still gloating about his misfortune, blew his hair: "Which eye of yours sees that I am a kid!!! I have already grown up, okay!!"

Yue Yong directly ignored his protest, her facial expression was as cold as frost and snow, but her movements to treat the wound were surprisingly gentle and careful. After the end, she covered the quilt for Sakata Gintoki very carefully and considerately, and tucked the corner of the quilt by the way.

Sakata Gintoki seemed to be used to it, so he didn't react in any way, while Hijikata looked like he had seen a ghost, and his glaucoma eyes were staring like copper bells, which looked very funny.

The smell of medicine and blood mixed in the not-so-spacious room, and the dust was slowly rising and falling in the air. No one spoke, and the atmosphere suddenly fell into a strange silence.

Yue Yong lowered her head to tidy up the medicine box, her cold-eyed face was hidden in the dim light, her thin lips were tightly pursed in displeasure—I don't know if it was because she was angry or it had always been like this.

Sakata Gintoki looked at Yueyong's side face, he didn't know what he was thinking, his eyes were as deep as stagnant water, but he didn't say a word.

The only outsider, Toshiro Hijikata, was puzzled by the sudden change in the atmosphere.

A clean white coat brushed in front of Yinshi, Yueyong got up and was about to leave.

At this moment, Sakata Gintoki broke the silence first.

"Moon Wing."

The non-fluctuating, deep, and calm tone is very inconsistent with the usual Sakata Gintoki who is always sleepy.

Yue Yong's body stiffened imperceptibly for a moment, as if she knew what unpleasant words he was about to say, so she stubbornly refused to turn her head to look at him.

Gintoki didn't mind either, his long and narrow eyes didn't show any ripples, and he stared at the dilapidated ceiling above his head in ecstasy, his tone remained unchanged.

"Let's say goodbye like this, thank you for taking care of me so far."

The air fell into deathly silence again.

After a while, Yue Yong replied in a cold voice: "How much medical expenses do you owe me, do you want to write it off so simply?"

"You are from Takasugi. I have already fallen out with Takasugi."

Even though he hid it well, Hijikata sensitively caught the gloomy look in his red eyes.

Takasugi... Who is he?

Yue Yong frowned, turned around and looked at Sakata Yinshi coldly, and said word by word.

"I have never been anyone's subordinate, I only obey my own will."

The sudden torrential rain beat on the windows.The silver-haired man was staring at the rain outside the window, his face as handsome as a Greek statue was as cold as frost, but his voice was a little hoarse.

"Count me...please."

Wen Yan Yueyong suddenly opened her eyes wide.

"...I don't want to...lose someone important again. So, please, please don't come near me."

Hijikata suddenly recalled the appearance of Sakata Gintoki he saw last night.

Bloody...Yasha.

It turns out...Yasha also has human feelings?

Yue Yong took a few deep breaths, then strode back to Yinshi's bed, and punched that furry head.

"Can you stop being narcissistic? I won't cling to you! Besides, I'm not as weak as you imagined! Takasugi and others like me, Yueyong, won't take it seriously."

"It hurts so much——I'm a wounded man, bastard woman!"

"The wounded give me a good recovery, don't waste my medicine money!"

After a while of jumping around, Yue Yong stood in front of the simple door, pushed the door open and said in a cold tone: "Be careful, don't die."

A light flashed in Yinshi's red eyes, and then the corners of his mouth slightly raised.

"Ah, you too."

The usually icy woman also smiled softly, but it's a pity that the nervous sugar control didn't see it.

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3 years group Z.

For the first time, Shijiro Hijikata, a model student, study committee member and monitor, lost his mind in an important math class.

I wonder if that guy is awake?

When he went out in the morning, he was still in a deep sleep, showing no signs of waking up, as if he was dead.

He wouldn't admit that he ran over to catch his breath in a panic.Fortunately, that guy slept like a pig and didn't notice his embarrassment.

The young man looked out the window in a trance, and even forgot to cover up his distracted behavior. Of course, he couldn't see the countless eye reminders from the math teacher on the podium.

The result is--

"Master Hijikata, stay after school."

The top student Toshiro Dokata, who was taught by his teacher painstakingly, rushed home in a hurry.This is what he saw when he pushed open the door of his house panting.

The refrigerator door was wide open without shame, and there was nothing left in it.And directly in front of him, with a beautiful face and natural curly silver hair, he ate his food without any regard for his own image, quite like a starving ghost possessing him. Hearing the sound of opening the door, his lazy eyes drifted over, and his tone was flat as usual :

"Ah. You are back, Duochuan-kun."

"Mr. Duokuan of peat! My name is Hijikata Shishiro, hello!" It is obviously not this that should complain the most... It seems that Hijikata has developed the conditioned reflex of "when you are called Duokuu, you should scold back viciously" up.

"I'm sorry for the great existence of the refrigerator without countless strawberry milk and sundaes in it."

"The great existence in your mouth has been hollowed out by you!"

The silver-haired natural curly raised his head from the pile of food, glanced at Hijikata lazily, and asked "sincerely" in a very deep and pleasant voice, and in a tone that didn't deserve a beating:

"Excuse me, this banana milk—can I get a refill?"

"Refill the cup of peat!"

Hijikata Toshiro regretted it very much at the moment.Nima, I must have had my head caught by the door yesterday to pick up such a heartless bastard and come back on a whim. Is it too late to regret it now?God of mayonnaise, quickly take this guy away!

"Well. Don't look so heartbroken. Not being able to refill Ah Yin's glass is not something worthy of apology."

The food reserves for the past few days were eaten away by this guy in front of me at once, but I didn't even consciously talk about it over there!

"Why don't Ah Yin be merciful and give you a chance to make up for your mistakes. Go buy a box of strawberry milk immediately and come back. Ah Yin may forgive you. How about it? Don't come here when you can't miss it!"

slap.

At this moment, Dojiro Dojiro, a top student with excellent moral character and good cultivation, heard the sound of the string called reason snapping in his head.

Teacher, can I kill this guy, can I?