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

After Kondo Hijikata and Okita, who were not seriously injured, returned to the Shinsengumi, it was almost dusk, and Matsuyo also planned to return to his residence.

These days, being busy with the work of the private school and taking care of the young people in the Shinsengumi is a bit exhausting. She wanted to take advantage of the weekend to go back and have a good rest, and soon bid farewell to Kondo, who looked extremely painful.

As soon as she walked out of the gate, Tu Fang, whose face was covered with bandages, chased her up from behind, with an uncomfortable expression on her face.

"Boss Kondo told me to take you back."

Songyang thanked him with a smile, and set foot on the journey home with Tufang.

"Speaking of which, Hijikata-san is seriously injured... and Kondo-san is also very wrong..."

The black-haired man whose entire face was hidden under the bandage was silent for a moment, struggling for a while, and finally told the whole story of what happened during this period.

"...So Mr. Kondo still wants to marry that orangutan princess..."

Imagining the picture of an orangutan in a kimono, even Matsuyo couldn't help frowning, feeling sympathetic to Kondo.

Kondo-san, misfortunes never come singly this time... But...

She thought of the loyal side of the woman with a gentle smile, and shook her head with a smile. "Don't worry, Mr. Hijikata, Miss A Miao will come to help."

I have to say that the way Miss A Miao and Mr. Kondo get along is actually very interesting, but Mr. Kondo still has to work hard for a long time...

Walking and chatting all the way, she arrived at Songyang's residence. From a distance, she saw a certain silver-haired natural curly hair standing on the door of her house's entrance, leaning against the door panel, with her hands clasped and her head raised slightly, looking at the dim yellow sky. Think about something.

When the child was young, he also liked to stand at the door of the private school. At that time, he stood beside him and read to him little by little the texts that were not interesting to him.

Songyang was in a daze for a second, and sighed lightly.

Since when did those two children have such feelings for her?

But, no matter what, they are the people she wants to protect. This is something that will not change until her soul disappears.

Hijikata, who was walking a few steps behind, froze and stopped.

That natural curly bastard is really an eyesore...

When the silver-haired man heard the movement, he turned his head and looked over, and saw that Songyang was followed by Tu Fang, whose head was covered with bandages, his face also turned dark.

"Yo, long time no see, Duo Chuan-kun, you've grown taller again. But Duo Chuan-kun, shouldn't you walk away from Yinsang's teacher?"

"Who are you calling more strings, you bastard boy."

"Can't you see you, you guy, Yinsang is referring to you, the mummy-wrapped guy."

Blue veins popped out of Tukata's forehead.

"Are you looking for death, you natural curly bastard!"

This kind of schoolboy-like quarrel made Songyang laugh out loud.

The action of the two older children pulling each other's collars stopped instantly, and they let go together, turning their heads with contempt, and Songyang was a little surprised by the high synchronization rate.

Sure enough, I read it right, these two children are really similar in temperament...

"Then, Hijikata-san, be careful on the road."

The light-haired woman raised her lips and waved goodbye to Hijikata who could feel the black air overflowing through the bandages.

Yinshi kept leaning against the door without changing his movements, and when Hijikata's figure disappeared, Songyang turned around and met Shang Yinshi's blue eyes that were calmly watching her.

She sighed, opened the door, and tore off the note.

"Come in, Silver."

She sat down on the futon in the inner room, and waved again, signaling that Yin Shi, who was standing by the door and looking at her with complicated eyes, came to her.

"Is Miss A Miao's matter settled?"

She picked up the green tea and took a sip, her expression so calm that no waves could be seen.

Yinshi felt a little uneasy, scratched his hair and answered obediently.

"Well... reconciled with the Yagyu family... A Miao was also brought home by Shinpachi..."

"Aren't you hurt?"

"...No..."

The atmosphere in the room was uncomfortably quiet.The light yellow light faintly casts flickering spots of light on the table.Yinshi secretly looked at the calm expression of the light-haired woman from under his drooping eyelids, feeling uncertain about the other's attitude and thoughts.

That day, he was indeed a little too much... But in that situation, the forbearance in his heart has long been beyond his control.

This person, from the very beginning, was everything he wanted to protect.

He didn't know when it started, but his feelings for this person began to change, as if looking at that person's gentle eyes was the whole world, and he longed for this person's existence from his blood to his bones, because of this person, his heartbeat could reawakened.

That's it, loving this guy.

"Silver hour."

The light-haired teacher called out his name softly.The silver-haired man froze slightly.

As if listening to the final judgment, he responded with a voice almost sighing, and the bitterness in his eyes dimmed.

Songyang sighed, raised his hand, and stroked the curly hair of the silver-haired man.Feeling the unnatural stiffness of his body, she opened her brows, speaking some small words.

"Xiao Taro came here yesterday and told me some things. I have thought about it for a long time. Well, how should I put it..."

The light in the room was dimly bright yellow, and the gentle voice of the light-haired woman was a little far away, but it was still clear in my ears.

"I, as expected, are still a bit self-willed, Gintoki. I have always wanted to give you something, but in fact, I have always been the one who was given."

"At that time, I really still felt that because of your existence, I could feel at ease and find my belonging in this world."

Songyang's mind flitted through those pictures that have been gone for a long time, and felt a little pain in his heart.She lightly tapped the table with her fingers, her eyes were out of focus, but they fell softly and firmly on the face of the silver-haired man with his head slightly lowered.

The silver-haired man raised his head and looked beyond the shadow of the lamp into her pale green eyes that were hazy with light.

The light-haired woman was still talking to herself, but her figure was blurred in the light evening light coming in from the window.

"You are my most important existence. This kind of bond is deeper than any relationship, but it is also heavy."

"As far as I'm concerned, I'm not very good at such questions, Yinshi also understands, right?"

Seeing the silver-haired man nodding cautiously, Songyang bent his lips and continued talking.

"Although I don't know when things developed like this, but, as far as I'm concerned, there's really nothing I can do about you children..."

Yinshi was stunned, and looked away, staring fixedly at the strangely shaped shadow on the table, a little lost in thought.

"As a teacher, I want to take responsibility for your future, tolerate your nonsense, and I can't tolerate you going down the wrong path. I hope that you can all become people who make yourself proud, but no matter what mistakes you make No matter what trouble you get into, I'm here too, and I'm your strong backing."

"So, I just want to tell you one thing, Yinshi."

The light-haired woman paused, looked at the silver-haired man's gaze gradually turned, and smiled.

"From the day you were brought home by me, I have such a realization that I, Yoshida Shoyo, will protect you with my soul until the day my soul is completely destroyed. No sword can cut through."

A sigh slowly faded away, and the light-haired woman's eyes curved into warm arcs.

"So... until then... silver time... it's been a long time... isn't it?"

Yinshi raised his head completely, and a frightening light flashed in those pale red eyes.

He curled up the corners of his mouth, let his eyebrows and eyelids droop in a sort of habitual listlessness, his eyes were filled with clarity, and he relaxed completely with his hands on the back of his head.

"The same thing, is the teacher going to say it again to that short shirt?"

Songyang squinted his eyes and stood up holding the empty teacup.

"Well, that kid's homework is slightly inferior to Kotaro's, but he's still one of the smartest kids in the private school."

"...Is Yinsang's IQ also despised? Yinsang is so sad, she wants to eat red bean rice."

"Okay, I see."

This moment, at least, was what he longed for in his heart, to get along with him day and night in such a peaceful way, so that he finally had something to belong to in his heart and no longer existed in a daze and nothing.

And that person could hear it.

I love you.

Clover; A Girl's Story