[Comprehensive] Teacher Songyang is always committing suicide

The little quilt Songyang was a little embarrassed.

When Yinshi got up in the early morning, he sat under the quilt and stared at his crotch for 10 minutes.Then he got up, went to the next room to steal someone's men's kimono and changed into it, and sat down against his own blanket with cold sweat on his face.Finally, he picked up the small quilt Songyang and put him in the garbage dump outside the store.

...Give it to me to wash, you bastard...!

Songyang, the abandoned quilt, was very depressed.He began to remember what went wrong when he committed suicide, so that he could not return to his body.Sure enough, black holes can't do it?Is it necessary to have a body damage ball to send him straight to the right shell?

Sanada-san——!Sanada-san, please give me another helping hand—!

No matter how loud I am, I can't get out of the current predicament.The little quilt Songyang helplessly watched the stray cats stepping on him, and the cat's little paws were so scratched that the corners of the quilt were ripped apart.When the sky finally fully dawned, the silver-haired boy hugged him back with cold sweat running down his face.

"So I said what do you want to do if you throw the quilt in someone else's house? Are old women's quilts disposable?"

Granny Dengshi raised the curtain of the tavern, looking very dissatisfied.

"I think... I think you shouldn't want to use a quilt that has been used by a waste material like me, so..."

The two stared at each other silently for a while, feeling disgusted with each other.

"...If you like it, you can collect it."

"... Ah Yin doesn't want to collect old women's quilts. Even if Ah Yin is a pervert, he can't become the bottom scum of the pervert world."

Yinshi's tone of whispering complaints was very unbeatable, but Granny Dengshi was taken aback for a moment.

"Hey, dead natural volume. Which girl did you see at Chaoyin's last night?"

"what????"

Yinshi asked Dengshi's mother-in-law to borrow soap and a basin, and finally washed the quilt by Songyang and hung it to dry in the yard.Compared with the cold and irritable Yinshi yesterday, today's Yinshi seems to have a lot more expression.There was a weird smile on the corner of his mouth all the time, but his eyes were really lost, and he looked extremely troubled.

"Yes, I'm sorry, because it's really, really exciting..."

Occasionally, he would suddenly talk to himself in the air, showing a smile that seemed to be aftertaste.

"...But I'm sorry! I'm sorry!! I'm sorry I'm sorry!!"

Then suddenly the tiger would kneel down like a tiger, kowtowing to something.What did you do to be sorry for others, really.

After taking back the quilt to dry in the sun, Yinshi folded him in the corner of the bedroom and never covered him again.Occasionally, I would lean on him to read comics and eat candy, blah blah, and there were sugar residues everywhere.

I want to eat, too.

Even so, the little quilt Songyang can only watch it.

Chaoyin probably introduced a client to him, and the life of Wanshiwu seems to be a little better.Yinshi also brought back an ultra-old small TV, which kept calling "Miss Yuye" every day.The little quilt, Songyang, also watched TV with him. She turned out to be a weather forecasting trainee lady.

"I am back."

Obviously I live alone, but I always say this every time I come back.

"Boss, you really don't have a spirit here. Speaking of which, you have the physique of seeing a ghost. If you have a spirit, you can see it yourself."

Yinshi heard that one of his clients had learned onmyoji, and asked him to see if there were any ghosts in his house out of the blue.The enthusiastic client pasted all kinds of spells, and made another formation, but still got nothing.

"Really? You've learned Yin Yang too badly, don't you?"

"...is it okay to speak politely to your own clients?"

Sometimes Yin Shi would fall asleep, but suddenly get up without a word, and walk around in the house of everything. "Here—here!" She slammed open the closet door, "here!" Then she opened the toilet door with great interest, as if she was looking for someone playing hide-and-seek.

The little quilt quilt Songyang couldn't breathe and could only worry blindly.Yinshi, this kid, should go out and make more friends, won't he go crazy if this goes on?

When Songyang turned into a quilt, it was the tail of autumn. Looking out of the bedroom window now, it seems that there is already a light snowfall.With a snow-covered red scarf on his head, Yinshi ran back to Wanshiwu trembling.

"I'm back—cold and cold."

Yinshi took a lot of things in his hand and ran straight into the kitchen to tinker.After he brought it out, the quilt was seen clearly by Song Yang, so it turned out that he wanted to eat hot pot.

"It's a red and white song meeting with Miss Yukino! Damn it, why aren't there enough votes??"

Xilihulu stuffed noodles into his mouth, Yinshi's dark red eyes were fixed on the public voting column on the screen, with a nervous expression.

The sliding door of the Wanshiwu was suddenly kicked down, and Gintoki was so frightened that he sprayed mushrooms from his nose.

"Is the dead natural roll an adult?" Granny Dengshi held a box of wine in her hand, biting the cigarette with a cold expression, "Should I be an adult? Even if I am a minor, I have to dispose of this box of expired wine, no The place is lost."

"...Don't use Ah Yin's stomach as a toilet?!"

Followed by Chaoyin and Yingying Yanyan from the nightclub. "If Dengshi hadn't asked me to, I wouldn't have bothered to travel so far to accompany you on New Year's Eve. What kind of crappy house do you live in here?"

The little quilt Songyang saw Yinshi stepping on the wine box there, fighting with the nightclub ladies and sisters, the corners of his eyes were red, thinking that he should not be 20 years old now, obviously he is underage.However, he couldn't control it if he wanted to. He could only silently watch Yinshi pour one bottle after another into his mouth amidst the cheers, and then laughed while holding the empty bottle, tears streaming down his face.

Everyone accompanied Yinshi crazy until midnight, and Ms. Yuye also won the first place in the public vote.Before leaving, Granny Dengshi looked at the silver-haired boy who was drunk and collapsed on the sofa, grabbed the quilt folded in the corner by Songyang, threw it on him, and helped the drunken girl away .

Yinshi was so drunk that even his neck was red, and he didn't know what to say in his mouth.The little quilt was listened carefully by Song Yang, and heard him say "I am happy today".

Are you happy, Silver?

As long as you are alive, good things will happen.

The boulder hanging in my heart finally fell.Songyang couldn't reach out to touch his hair, but saw Yinshi turned over and hugged him completely in his arms.

Tears seeped into the quilt continuously.

"Ayin...really...really happy."

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"Well, I made an appointment for today's psychological consultation."

"Ah, sit down, please. Your friend has already told me. Would you like some tea?"

"Thank you."

"Have you ever had psychological counseling before?"

"……No."

"In that case, first introduce you to the basic principles of psychological counseling, so that you can understand our work."

"Ok."

"Psychological counseling attaches great importance to the principle of confidentiality. I will never tell a third party about everything you said in this room without your consent. Each conversation lasts 60 minutes. I hope you can insist on coming here on time, okay? "

"Ok."

"You look depressed. What happened?"

"..."

"..."

"It's about tennis."

"Really, do you feel in a bad state?"

"No. On the contrary, in tennis, I broke through. But after that, a lot of things happened."

"Tell me slowly, little by little, okay?"

"Okay. First of all... I accidentally killed someone when I was playing."

"——————"

"Is it okay? You sprayed water all over the floor."

"—It's okay, I'll clean it up."

"..."

"..."

"...What is the specific situation?"

"It's killing, but in a practical sense, it can't be regarded as... It's better to say that my tennis ball may have accidentally sent him to a different dimension."

"——————"

"After that game, many people were looking for him... I found out later that the person was the teacher of Ice Empress. He has been missing for so long, and the teacher's position should not be kept. But no one can be found or... The corpse, in the true sense of the world, has evaporated."

"...What kind of tennis is it that can blow people away?"

"Brilliant tennis."

"..."

"Since then, I have never dared to use that serve again. That serve is like a taboo, firmly locked in my right hand."

"..."

"But that person shouldn't suffer from this. I...can't sleep at night. The disappearance of that person has cast a huge shadow on me... Every night when I close my eyes, I always think of him standing on the edge of the black hole, just Like, like a relief."

"...Black, black hole?"

"I sometimes think, is that person willing? Did he calculate everything before standing across from my court? But even if I have questions, no one can answer me. His students have unfolded A large-scale search has still found nothing. Since the incident, everyone can only wait in silence."

The dark-haired boy buried his face deeply in his palms.

"...that taboo serve, can you show me once?"

"can."

Taking off the tennis bag he was carrying, Genichiro Sanada found an empty space in the courtyard downstairs of the hospital.He waved his hand to signal the doctor to stay away from him.The doctor ran away immediately and watched secretly by the window on the second floor.

"[Void Pole]."

He read out the name of the serve that made him extremely painful, the invisible lead racket, and the extremely dense mass point in the center of the court.The black hole is theoretically invisible, and its position can only be judged by the direction in which the surrounding snow is sucked in.

But this time, the snow around the point where the ball fell was erupting outwards.Genichiro Sanada was stunned for a moment, then murmured in frustration, "White hole?"

"...It doesn't matter, it's amazing to be able to play tennis with a white hole, so there's no need to get lost."

The doctor hiding on the second floor comforted him.

Genichiro Sanada shook his head in despair, lowered his head and took out a second ball from his tennis bag.When he raised his head, there was a familiar figure standing opposite the net.

“……………… kyaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa——!!!!”