Poke the kidney Ending has been reached

(This is a good side story, and it is also a part that is irrelevant to the Gintama chapter in the main text. Ah Lu~~~ I hope you can enjoy it and say it satisfactorily!)

This time when he opened his eyes, what caught the man's eyes was an extremely ordinary desk.

Twisting his sore neck, Zhouquan slowly straightened up his limp body on the back of the chair.

After a while, he got rid of the powerlessness coming from inside this body, and was able to look at the surrounding environment——

I saw that this small grid-like office cubicle was filled with all kinds of office supplies;

The side of the snow-white partition is covered with several group photos full of nostalgia;

The wooden bookend in front of him was crowded with a thick stack of notebooks and file folders.But from the labels on their backs, A Zhai can easily know the contents...

In addition to these typical office supplies, he also has a file lying flat under his arm.

On the photo in the upper left corner that shows the identity of the relevant person, there is undoubtedly a face that A Zhai feels is familiar.

"...Well, it seems very familiar, this guy."

Caressing his lips, squinting his eyes, Zhou Quan carefully began to recall the faces left in his long memory.

But just when he was about to recall that name, someone tapped him on the shoulder suddenly.

Having been interrupted from thinking, the man could only turn around with a wry smile, temporarily giving up capturing this sense of familiarity.

And when he turned his head, a bright smiling face appeared in front of his eyes.

"Teacher Songyang, the next class is the abacus class of Group Z of the third year."

I saw a smiling green-haired woman in formal attire standing gracefully behind A Zhai.

While lowering her voice to give a reminder, she pointed to the door not far away and secretly smiled.

"Even if you forget the task in class, you have to start preparing now to cope with the students well."

"...Ah, I see, I'm leaving now, and I won't delay my work."

Nodding gently, Zhou Quan casually picked up a book of lesson preparation notes from the bookshelf, and slowly stood up.

"And, thank you very much for your reminder!"

Saying goodbye to his well-meaning colleagues, he walked briskly and left the office.

'But [Teacher Songyang], this is really a nostalgic title.It turned out that the original owner was also a teacher this time? '

Shaking his head and smiling while thinking, A Zhai started to look for classrooms one by one.

'It seems that I have to find a classroom in Group Z for the third year before I can complete mine. "

……

Speaking of it, the comprehensive sense of direction is actually not very good.

Fortunately, after so many time travels, he has enough patience to explore the terrain of every place he goes.

Even with such a serious attitude, it wasn't until the second before class that he was able to push open the door of the classroom with a slight panting.

As soon as he entered the door, all the eyes of the room gathered.

Sensing the expectant eyes of the children in Group Z of the third year, A Zhai habitually smiled softly before walking up to the podium.

These are all the habits he retained when he existed as Yoshida Matsuyo.

And becoming a teacher again undoubtedly succeeded in awakening these memories.

However, just as he knocked on the table and was about to start his lecture, the door of the classroom was suddenly pushed open from the outside.

Under Zhouquan's surprised gaze, a purple-haired student walked in slowly.

At first glance, this guy exudes a strong aura of being out of place.

"This classmate has already started class, and you should come back earlier next time." He signaled the latter to return to his seat quickly, and turned around helplessly, intending to start writing on the blackboard directly.

But in the next second, he just felt a pair of powerful arms pull him into his embrace.

He was a little dazed for a moment, and Ah Zhai didn't have time to turn around.

Feeling the firm muscles on his back, he only felt that the latter buried his head in the socket of his neck, and began to choke softly:

"It's been a long time, Mr. Songyang..."

"Jin, Jin Zhujun?"

Whispering the very familiar name on his lips, Ah Zhai finally recalled who this boy with short purple hair was.

"It's great that the teacher still remembers me."

The boy's voice seemed to be in the voice-changing period, and it was slightly hoarse between the usual crispness.

Compared with the immature homonym in memory, Jinsuke's voice now inexplicably brings a little pressure to people.

"After that, we have not found any trace of the teacher. We have always regretted, regretted that we were not able to stay with you at that time..."

"I'm really sorry, the teacher failed to keep the promise to go back, Jinsuke."

Hearing this, Zhou Quan apologized bitterly.

He smiled lightly to suppress the constant soreness in his heart, and then slowly held Jinsuke's trembling hands at his waist,

"But it's great to see you again."

"Then, teacher now..."

Just halfway through Jin Zhu's nervous questioning, a loud noise came from behind the two of them again.

In an instant, they embraced, [again? ] was pulled away vigorously.

Turning his head dissatisfied, an equally familiar face suddenly came into A Zhai's eyes.

However, compared to Jinsuke's familiar appearance,

Does the silver-haired man in front of you look a little too anxious?

Seemingly aware of the confusion in A Zhai's eyes, the silver-haired man pressed down Jinsuke's head with his palms to stop him from speaking, and laughed heartily and said:

"Ah, it's been a long time, Mr. Songyang! Ever since I couldn't eat the red bean rice you made, Ah Yin has been thinking about you, and wants to see you again day and night!"

"Haha, Yinshi, you are still the same kid." Sighing a little nostalgic, Azhai gently pushed his palm that was holding Jinsuke's head away, "Not only did you not give up sweets, but you even love to bully Jinsuke. Help is the same as before."

Saying so, the man narrowed his eyes and tilted his head in confusion:

"However, compared to Jinsuke, don't you grow up a little too fast?"

"No, no! Teacher, you are completely wrong! Aishan just hasn't lost her height in the second year of junior high school, and Ah Yin is a well-developed man!"

With a smirk, he teased Takasugi's height problem, Gintoki disregarded his old classmate's increasingly ugly face, deliberately spreading rumors,

"Ah Yin, I'm a mature adult now! It's just that this guy, Aoshan, won't stay in the rank because he has been obsessed with Yakult. Until now, he still has to mess with the brats!"

"Silver time!!!"

Laughing back in anger, Takasugi secretly stomped on Curly's toes, exerting all his strength.

"You should also be careful when making jokes. If the teacher takes it seriously, you won't want to know the result!"

"...I just said, our Jinzhu will not be repeat students!"

With a sudden breath of relief, Zhou Quan shook his head very naturally and said,

"Among the three of you back then, no matter how you look at it, only Jin Zhu will be the pillar of society in the future! Yinshi, this joke is too unexpected."

"No! Teacher, Ah Yin didn't lie. I have become a reliable man in the 30s. If it wasn't for repeated grades, how could Jinzhu still stay in school in a student uniform!" Blinking cunningly Eyes, Yin Shi forced himself to suppress the painful twitching of the corners of his mouth, and insisted.

Hearing this, Azhai widened his eyes in doubt, and looked up and down at Jinsuke beside him.

And the latter finally showed an embarrassed and at a loss expression.

Seeing this, Zhou Quan finally shouted in surprise:

"Eh?! Could it be that you are really a repeater for ten thousand years!!!"

Facing the surprised eyes of his former mentor, the man who didn't know how to explain, helplessly covered his eyes and began to sigh...

——————————— I am the dividing line gentleman

"...Jin...Jin Zhu..."

【What?Is someone calling me? 】

Looking at the gentle smile of the chestnut-haired man, Jin Zhu absent-mindedly planned to ignore the half-discovered voice next to his ear.

It's a pity that soon, the voice was so loud that it directly shattered the world in front of him:

"Master Jinsuke! It's time to get up!"

Opening his eyes, the purple-haired man lying flat on the white quilt looked blankly at the lines on the ceiling.

Seeing this, the guy next to him said with some doubts:

"What's the matter? Mr. Jinzhu, is there something wrong with you today?"

"……Do not,"

Slowly propped up, a weak and tired smile quickly crossed the man's face,

"It's just that I had a good dream..."

What a real and cruel dream.