[Gintama Sex Transfer] Investigation on the Employment Direction of Panasonic Private School

Winter is also drawing to a close.When the seasons stabilize, Songyang will not always encounter all kinds of troublesome physical problems Orz.

The days in the private school were still going on as before, except for one thing that was a little inconvenient.The mother-in-law in Gucun, who usually takes care of them, received news from her son and daughter-in-law who lived in another village, saying that her little grandson seemed to be suffering from some serious illness, and the couple had to go out to work and didn't have so much time to take care of them.

So Gucun's mother-in-law had to temporarily ask Songyang for leave for a period of time. In this way, whether it was shopping, cooking or cleaning, it had to fall on Songyang.

Although the cleaning was undertaken by the children of the private school volunteered in groups on duty.But of course she has to do the shopping and cooking by herself.Fortunately, she still has a little understanding of housework, and she can barely cope with it. The only change is that every morning, there is an extra thing that is not planned, that is, the place where women gather ——Food market.

In fact, this is not an easy job.

Walking back to the private school with the freshly bought vegetables, Songyang couldn't help but think of the day when Gucun's mother-in-law just left. He tried to cook for the first time, and it took him more than an hour to prepare a meal that could be swallowed.Although the two children Gui and Gaoshan didn't say anything, and didn't show any complaints, Songyang still felt a little guilty.

This time, it can no longer take so much time to say anything.Thinking of this, she also quickened her pace.

Passing by the border between the private school and the town, I could occasionally see a few people dressed as samurai talking loudly with swords and guns on their shoulders.

"I heard, the war in the town to the west is over."

"It seems that a lot of people have died. Hey, this war should stop for a while."

Songyang listened quietly and understood.The war between heaven and man and the shogunate seems to have faded, and the war against barbarians has also come to an end, but the small-scale wars everywhere have never stopped.Wave after wave of wars erupted one after another.At the same time, the price paid is one life after another in vain.Who said that the only victims of war are citizens?

The village where she lived was a rare peaceful place.

Thinking of this, Songyang also sighed, holding back those complicated and inexplicable thoughts.

The discussions among the ronin warriors continued.

"Speaking of which, there has been a rumor recently. It seems that there are unknown creatures called 'ghouls' wandering around the battlefield to the west."

"Ghoul? The name is quite domineering, but no matter how you say it, it can't be a real ghost. If you really want to say it, those geniuses can live up to the title of ghoul."

"Who knows, those wandering in the battlefield at such a time are always helpless people."

"Well, yes."

The fingers holding the edge of the paper bag were slightly hard.Songyang raised his eyes and looked towards the direction those warriors were talking about.

Westside, ghouls?

She silently memorized these two words and sighed softly.

That's right.The victims of war are only innocent people.

"Teacher, teacher~ I want to eat soba noodles~" Gui, with a disheveled haircut that had obviously not been combed, ran in a few minutes before class time, and his long black hair flicked out behind his head. Beautiful arc.Gao Shan, who followed in, was obviously not in a happy mood, his whole face was tense, and his tone was full of displeasure.

"Enough of the idiot wig, use this rogue way, see you back at the martial arts hall!"

"This is, what's the matter?"

Freeing a clean hand to touch the purple-haired child's meticulously combed hair, Songyang smiled helplessly.

"Teacher, teacher~ yesterday I made a bet with Aoshan, whoever grows taller recently will ask the teacher to make his favorite food~ I won~~" Gui moved her face closer with her bulging hair, excitedly Looking forward to Songyang with eyes open.

"Teacher..." The purple-haired child raised his head, with a somewhat imperceptible grievance in his eyes.

Songyang almost laughed out loud, shook his head wordlessly, put down the ingredients, winked at Gao Shan, and deliberately said to Gui in a somewhat serious tone.

"Well, I heard that if you don't comb your hair neatly, you will be eaten up by the big devil~"

It's not that she is partial to Takasugi, it's just that she herself is a little curious about the height of these two children.

As expected, Gui was frightened immediately. Listening to him screaming, Songyang calmed Gui down with a sentence of "Do you need my help, teacher?" With a frightened face, he waited for Songyang to comb his hair.

After combing Gui's beautiful long black hair and tying it into a beautifully curved ponytail, Gui's terrified expression immediately changed to his usual cheerfulness, and he pulled Songyang again, saying that he wanted her to witness the height battle with his own eyes.

Draw a white line on the top of Gui's head, Songyang looked at the distance from the top of Gaoshan's head to the mark, and was not surprised to see the expression of the purple-haired child immediately collapsed.

Sure enough, Gui is still a bit taller...

Songyang chuckled, and quietly put his hand into his pocket.

"I just bought some sweet food~" Spreading his hand in front of Takasugi, several square candies with simple packaging but attractive smell appeared.

What not many people know is that Takasugi, who has always been serious and serious in his private school, likes to eat the most representative of sweets, and Jinpingto is also.

Gao Shan opened his eyes wide in surprise, took the candy in a daze, stared at Songyang blankly, his lips moved as if he wanted to say something, but he didn't say anything, only the roots of his ears were red.

"Teacher, teacher, obviously I won TT, I want to eat soba noodles..." Gui called out like this, and got a promise from Shoyang that "I will make it for Kotaro at noon".

Well, after all, one more thing is that Satsuyo, who is not very good at cooking, can make the most delicious thing, which happens to be Katsura Kotaro's favorite, soba noodles.

At least, in terms of satisfying the students' appetites and hiding their emotions, she can still be considered qualified... Songyang thought a little uncertainly.

After one day's class was over, Gui and Takasugi, who were always staying till the end, were sent away. Songyang turned and entered the inner room, and the gentle smile faded away.

The saber at her waist was a bit heavy, and she raised her hand to put on the eaves of the saber, and her whole body became icy cold.

Is it west...

After asking the samurai with a sword along the way, Songyang walked towards the other side of the village.To the west, a little farther away from the village, is a scene of hell that is completely opposite to the village.

There are corpses everywhere.Spreading bloodstains and mutilated corpses piled up like garbage. It was hard to tell whether it was a human or a celestial being. The blood flowed away like a puddle, and the smell in the air was disgusting.

Song Yang's face turned pale, and he drew out his saber, trying to search for the breath of the living in the corpses all over the place.

war.She felt that her body didn't seem to reject this horrible scene at all, even if she stepped on and walked through the pool of blood, it couldn't arouse her disgusting emotions at all.

Not a good thing.Song Yang closed his eyes with some fatigue, and walked to the other side of the battlefield with the fading magnificence behind his back.

It wasn't until she walked a little further that she realized that on a not-too-bloody corpse, there was a small man in ragged clothes who seemed to be a child looking for something, and felt that someone was approaching. The child turned around quickly, shaking his dirty, colorless hair, his blood-red eyes were full of menacing aura, and he was clutching a saber that he had snatched from no one knew where.

Sure enough, it was a child.

Containing the complex emotions in his eyes, Songyang smiled gently as usual, ignoring the child's attacking gesture, and spoke softly.

"I heard that there are ghouls here, so I wanted to take a look. I didn't expect it to be a cute little ghost."

At such a young age, has he already learned the instinct to survive and even fight... This kid has the talent to become a warrior...

But to be honest, rather than nurturing warriors, she hopes that these innocent children can spend their childhood happily.

"Do you know how to protect yourself at such a young age? Isn't it very powerful? However, the kind of knife that is only afraid of others and protects itself is no longer needed."

The action seemed to be faster than thinking, and the saber in his hand controlled the strength and threw it at the child who was on guard.

After only taking a step back, the child took the saber, with a slightly puzzled expression on his dirty face, and his guard was relieved a bit.

With the tragic sun behind her back, the woman with light-colored long hair and gentle eyes reached out to the ragged child and said words that were enough to make the child remember his whole life.

"If you want to know the correct use of a knife, come with me."

Just a kid.

The child who had followed Songyang silently with a cold face was still tired after all. He had been on the battlefield all the time, and he couldn't relax at all. He was able to leave with great difficulty, and he collapsed within a few steps.

Seeing this, Songyang ignored the child's resistance, bent down and carried the child on his back, and continued walking towards the village.

"Hello, Obasan."

The first sentence of a child who has never spoken has nothing to do with being cute.

"If you can't let Yinsang go, Yinsang won't be carried by a woman."

"Have you been spotted? You're really sharp." Somewhat surprised that the child could recognize his identity at a glance, Songyang not only sighed, but also sighed.This child must have suffered a lot to become so sharp...

"So, what's your name? My name is Yoshida Shoyo, well, you can call me Mr. Shoyo."

Ignoring the child's obviously awkward words, Songyang introduced himself calmly.

After a long silence, just when Songyang thought that the child might have fallen asleep, a sullen voice sounded behind him.

"Sakata Gintoki."

"It's a good name." Songyang responded with a smile. "Who started it?"

"I don't think about it at all, I'm just a noisy Obasan." The child named Yinshi responded unhappily. "Raise me until I can find food for myself and die."

"Really..." Songyang nodded slightly, and didn't ask any more questions, and naturally changed the subject. "About my identity as a woman, keep it a secret from other people in the private school."

"Private school? What the hell kind of place is that?"

Yin Shi hummed and asked, with a nonchalant tone.Songyang was not angry either, and replied with a good temper.

"It's a school. It's my school. There are many children like you there. They can go to school together, read books, play around, and have snacks together~"

"dessert???"

Yinshi's tone brightened in an instant, and he asked eagerly with sparkling eyes. "Is there, uh, is there a lollipop, strawberry milk, or candy???"

"Yinshi likes to eat sweets?"

"Obasan tell me quickly, is there any or not!!"

The child named Yinshi shouted loudly and finally became as lively as ordinary children. "Yes, you can eat whatever you want."

I didn't expect to be a sweet tooth like Jin Zhu, but there is no similarity in personality.Songyang seemed to be relieved when he heard the child behind him, unconsciously breathing evenly in a deep sleep, and curled the corners of his eyes.

Sure enough, it was a child.

The author has something to say:

Yinsang finally made an appearance and sprinkled flowers~ Speaking of which, I think Yinsang always seemed to be not very social when he was a child,,, it was completely the little angel with the wig playing with him, cough cough, is the wig really a healing department that strays? cough.I hope that the relationship between Yinsang and Sansan will not collapse. . .cough cough cough