[Comprehensive] Teacher Songyang is always committing suicide

"……excuse me."

The time is late at night after the izakaya opposite is closed.Songyang noticed that there seemed to be a lot of warriors around the private school, so he got up with his clothes on, without a knife, and went to open the gate with a lantern in his hand.

What was reflected under the light turned out to be the face of a completely unexpected person.

Shinsengumi Deputy Chief Hijikata Toshiro.

Song Yang responded with a smile, and turned to look at the person behind him.The crowd was filled with people from the Shinsengumi, and there were four or five members of the Mitsugumi in white uniforms.Everyone more or less died, looking very embarrassed, there were several stretchers on the ground, on which were seriously injured players, and——

"...Silver hour?"

Song Yang frowned.He turned around and fully opened the two doors of the private school, so that the Edo police could carry the stretcher into the classroom.

Yin Shi woke up while still lying on his back.He sniffed the breath on the back of Songyang's neck like a big dog, and suddenly became energetic, and cursed in a high voice: "Hey egg yolk glaucoma, what did I say before! I told you not to carry me Teacher, come here, you bastard! Aww."

The groaning sound was from being spanked by Songyang in a serious manner.Songyang frowned, "If they don't carry you here, I still don't know what Yinshi is busy with all day long."

Since settling in Edo, Songyang's life circle has basically never left his private school.

He likes to guard a group of ignorant children every day. He has worked in Tianzhaoyuan for hundreds of years, and he really doesn't want to participate in any factional struggles, power divisions and other things.

Gintoki is actually not interested in such things.But the owner of Wanshiwu will be involved in incidents for no reason every day or two. This person has a strong sense of responsibility and will often risk his life for his friends; Quietly recuperating in the corner.

This time he was caught by Songyang, the silver-haired man obediently held up both hands for him to apply a bandage, his eyes wandered, and he didn't even dare to breathe.

Songyang moved the desks and chairs in the classroom to make room for the wounded to lie down, and then put the wound medicine and bandages in front of the policemen.He inquired about the recent situation of Xinnv from the Jianhui group. There was a child of the Jianhui group who was also studying in a private school, and he could chat a few words; in comparison, the atmosphere of the Shinsengumi was much stiffer—— ——Songyang noticed that since entering the private school, many soldiers were still secretly pressing the handle of the knife.

In the battle with Xu, the Shinsengumi, as the first echelon to fight Xu, lost many members. It is only because Yinshi's popularity is so good that they can coexist in the same classroom as they are now.

Normally, unless Yinshi was by his side, Okita would jokingly call out "Madam Boss" or something; if he met at the gate of a private school, even if Songyang walked over to say hello with crooked eyebrows, he would basically be ignored.

When letting people in, Songyang asked Tufang what happened, but he didn't get a positive answer.The deputy head of the Zhensengumi, who looked cold and cold, said indifferently: "As a private school teacher, you don't need to know."

... also makes sense.

It's true that outsiders don't know him as well as the disciples of the Songmen. What's more, this group of Wuzhou men are close friends with each other, so it's understandable that they can't easily accept him.

"Cook you something to eat?"

Songyang asked Yinshi softly.

Considering that Yinshi was still injured, Songyang only cooked light porridge, stewed the meat until it was rotten and fragrant, and brought it to the classroom.Yinshi raised his hands wrapped into rice dumplings, and looked at him with red eyes aggrieved.

He sighed helplessly, scooped up the porridge one by one, let it cool down, and then fed it to the students.Yinshi was comfortably served by him, and after a few mouthfuls, he pushed his curly head into his arms. Songyang held the bowl in one hand, pushed that head out while laughing, and said, "Now you know how to act like a baby? Fighting Both parties are responsible, remember?"

Yinshi didn't listen, and rubbed his neck stickily.Song Yang looked up with a smile, and saw a group of warriors on the opposite side of the classroom all stopped bandaging and looked at them eagerly.

Songyang snorted.

"Don't make trouble in Yinshi, people are watching."

"Humph!"

"Tsk."

"cut."

——This is the Shinsengumi policeman who turned his head away at the same time.

"It's really good, the guy who is pampered by the teacher is different."

——This is the elite of the Jianhui group who muttered a little sourly.

... Just remembering to cook porridge for Yinshi, forgetting that there are still a bunch of tired and hungry samurai here.Songyang took out the bucket pot used by the private school children to cook soup, put all the leftover rice and seasonings in, cooked porridge and brought it to the classroom, and then served it out bowl by bowl.The Zhenxuan group lingered and refused to come over at first, but when they saw that the Hui group had almost drank half of the pot, they came over timidly to serve the bowl.

"Ah, the last piece of meat."

Someone muttered.Songyang didn't hear it clearly, and poured the spoonful of porridge into the bowls of the meeting team members.

"That's right, Miss Xinnv is also a student of others, this level of partiality..."

The Shinsengumi policeman who didn't eat the last piece of meat chanted for a long time.

Songyang held the spoon and couldn't laugh or cry.He looked up at Hijikata, who was sitting at the door with his back to the classroom. His upper body was covered with bandages. It was obvious that the wounded was a wounded man with a cigarette in his mouth. There seemed to be four words written on the back, "I'm so hungry".

He put the last bit of porridge over and put it at the other party's hand.Receiving the other party's cold gaze, Songyang smiled and said, "Don't worry. This time you came suddenly, I haven't had time to poison you."

"...Thank you so much."

Feeling a little uneasy about his conscience, Tufang replied in a low voice, and drank the porridge with a bowl in his hand.The warm porridge fell into the hungry stomach, and it seemed that the whole body was warmed up, and the palm that had held the cold knife all day revealed a thin layer of heat.

The impression Xu left on him at the beginning was really too deep.Even after leaving the battlefield for a long time, he would see those blood-red eyes in his dreams, as well as batches of his comrades lying in a pool of blood.

So he heard that Songyang opened a private school in Edo, and even sent someone to secretly monitor it for a period of time, fearing that some terrible murder would happen to the private school.If it wasn't for the urgent need for a temporary rest this time, the goal of taking a carload of people to the hospital was too big, and with the proposal of meeting those in the Huihui group, he probably would never have entered this private school in his life.

Taking advantage of the heat of the porridge, he cautiously looked at Songyang for a while.At this moment, there is not enough light in the room, and Songyang's face hidden in the half-light still has facial features that are chillingly similar to Xu; but when the other party turns his soft light green eyes and looks at him sincerely and intently , that kind of cold seems to be dispelled by the spring breeze passing over the flower branches, leaving only a very light and very light warmth.

"Mr. Hijikata, thank you for taking care of Gintoki all the time."

Although it seemed like a polite speech from my mother to entertain classmates who came to play at home, Songyang looked very serious when he spoke softly.

"This kid is the type who can't express his emotions directly, so I think some words can only be said by the teacher. Thank you for being by his side all the time, especially during the time I was away-for him, Your existence must have a very important meaning."

Hijikata is obviously not used to the straight ball, the movement of holding the cigarette looks more cramped, and the way of changing the subject is also very blunt.

"Well, cough, did you want to ask about this action...?"

"Hmm... is it within the scope that everyone can solve it safely? If it is guaranteed to be safe, I won't ask any more questions."

"It's just the level of a gangster brawl. Our Shinsengumi will protect our partners, but you should pay more attention in the near future, and don't be kidnapped by the guy who has a grudge against the natural volume."

Songyang smiled: "Hehe, are you kidnapping me?"

Earth Fang: "..." I always feel that I have said a nonsense...

Yinshi leaned against the wall and finished two bowls of porridge, feeling full and warm at last. When he looked up, he saw Songyang and Tufang sitting at the door, wondering what they were talking about.

Songyang really can chat with any kind of thorn, he scratched his stomach, inexplicably remembered Songyang's evaluation of Hijikata, "When I first saw him, I always thought he was very similar to Yinshi, There is an inexplicable intimacy.”

Very similar to myself = very similar to the point of complaining = very similar to machismo = very similar to the degree of not turning back against the south wall = very similar to the same attributes = very similar thinking mode = very similar to the type you like.

...Yinshi sits up in shock while dying!

"...Songyang cough cough cough Songyang!"

As soon as Songyang turned his head, he saw Yin Shi lying on the ground miserable and coughing.He nodded apologetically to Tufang, and hurried back to help Yinshi up, checking if the guy moved and touched the wound again.After looking around, he didn't find any problems. He let the silver-haired man lean into his arms in bewilderment, and patted his back for comfort: "How can you choke on porridge?"

Yinshi leaned into his ear and spoke in a very small voice, but he was indeed throwing the vinegar jar angrily: "You are not allowed to talk to that guy again! Don't be kidding, hey, this is going to be a mess, I really can't do it anymore!" Stop it!"

"...what a mess..."