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

"The current □□... is really powerful..."

Songyang was sorting out the corrected homework, and when she looked up, she saw Okita, who said she came to see her on vacation, wearing headphones and happily blowing bubble gum. What was surprising was of course not this scene, but the connection of the headphone cable. The joint actually extended from the handle of the knife called Ju Yiwen at his waist.

□□, it has become a product with the significance of the times... Songyang couldn't help but think of the knife that she gave to Yinshi. She never asked where the knife went, and why the child had a knife on his waist. Always carry a wooden knife. After all, the spirit of the knife lies not in the wood itself, but in the person who uses the knife.

"Is Ms. Songyang interested in this? I think Boss Kondo's Xiaohu iron is more suitable for you. It can not only listen to music, but also sweep the floor. It's a pity that it was broken when I used it to split rocks."

Okita made a sound, took off the blindfold on his face, pulled out the earphones from the hilt and put them in his pocket, and nonchalantly told about the prank he committed this morning.

Songyang bent his lips, got up, raised his hand and opened the curtains that he drew to avoid disturbing Okita who was taking a nap, and let the sunlight return to the room, with a somewhat helpless tone.

"Souwu, you probably ran here because you were afraid of being reprimanded by Mr. Kondo."

"It's just an ordinary skipping work." Okita stood up after him, looking straight at him with those innocent blue eyes, showing no emotion.

"Sister Songyang, what are you going to do next?" Songyang was taken aback by this question, thinking for a few seconds, with a hesitant tone. "Probably... I will go buy some ingredients."

So, Okita, who was away from work and had nothing to do, followed her to the streets to buy ingredients.

As the season enters spring, Terakoya, where Songyang works, enters the spring break. Gintoki and Katsura often sneak over to eat, and every few days she has to go to Wanshiwu to make some food for Kagura and Shinpachi, so her demand for ingredients Most of them are concentrated in rice noodles and red beans.

Okita was holding a big bag of rice in his hand, and was rarely curious.

"As expected of Sister Songyang, she has a bigger appetite than ordinary people."

"It's not my portion, most of it will probably be provided to that child of Kagura." Songyang smiled slightly, thinking of Kagura's appetite, he raised his forehead a little.She understands why Yinshi is always crying and poor. As the teacher of Siziwu, her income can hardly keep up with the child's appetite...

Okita blinked, remembering the swollen face of a certain Yorugi girl, and it was not surprising that she knew the identity of the other party as the fighting race Yorugi.It's just that this appetite is really not something that ordinary occupations can support.He rolled his eyes, calmly took out the cannon from behind, and silently put it back under Songyang's inadvertent gaze.

So I'm really curious about where this kid took out the large weapon... Songyang sighed, looking at the chestnut-haired boy with an expression of 'nothing happened just now and the weather is good', the corners of his eyes slightly raised.

In fact, she hasn't had much contact with children of this age. Compared with Yinshi and the others when they were thirteen or fourteen, they have a little more destructive power...Although they are all cute.

Turning around an alley, he was about to reach home, but there was a noise from the wall and a familiar tone mixed with it, so Songyang had to stop.

She made a silent gesture to Okita with an interested face, and took a few steps forward to check the situation by herself.

And this is indeed a scene that is enough to shock most people out of their eyes.

Shinsengumi Oni's deputy chief Hijikata Shirohiro was surrounded by ronin, his murderous expression suddenly disappeared, he knelt on the ground like a bereaved dog, and kept begging for mercy to the ronin with knives, talking humble The sentence, the expression is sincere and sincere.

The onlookers laughed, and one of them even stepped on the back of the earthwork's head that was on the ground with a wild laugh.

The unbridled laughter made Songyang frowned, and even Okita, who had always been displeased with earth work, wanted to unsheath the knife in his hand, but Songyang held down the back of the knife.

Her eyes were a little colder.Although I don't understand what happened, the person lying there doesn't seem to be Toshiro Hijikata himself, but it seems that his body is controlled by some strange thing.

A helping hand at such a time cannot be said to be a bad thing, but for Mr. Hijikata, it must not be what is expected.

Unless Mr. Hijikata can't convert back...

It wasn't until seeing another strange man in a Shinsengumi uniform who subdued the group of ronin that Shoyo felt Okita put away his saber behind him.

She didn't stay there to watch the follow-up situation, but slightly grabbed Okita's sleeve, and quickly led him away from the alleyway.

Along the way, Okita didn't comment on what happened just now, but finally showed a somewhat complicated expression when he sent her home.

"Ms. Matsuyo, haven't you seen that person just now? That person is Mr. Kamotaro Ito, a senior from the Shinsengumi. He is the same old enemy as Mr. Hijikata."

Song Yang nodded, motioning for him to continue talking.The expression on the chestnut-haired boy's face was faintly mixed with a bit of hesitation and confusion that he himself hadn't noticed, and the tone of his mouth was somewhat childish.

"It's too easy for Mr. Hijikata, who is vulnerable in that state, to snatch the position of his deputy chief. Are you right, Ms. Songyang?"

His standing posture is different from that of the man named Hijikata, with his hands resting on the back of his head, earplugs in his ears, and chewing the newly bought bubble gum in his mouth. He reveals that he is freewheeling everywhere, but their eyes, in the deepest part, all have a The same belief and firmness.

The light-haired woman raised the corners of her lips slightly, raised her hand, and stroked Okita's soft chestnut hair.

"Just do what you want, Sougo."

The chestnut-haired boy stared at her quietly with his pale red eyes. After a while, he shrugged and turned to wave his hands to Songyang.

"I went back to the village and said goodbye, Sister Songyang who gave a cunning answer."

That child obviously has the answer.

She watched the chestnut-haired boy's back gradually disappear, she bent her eyes, and raised her hand to close the door. From the corner of her eyes, she noticed a piece of paper pasted behind the entrance, which was familiar from the immature handwriting.

It seems that a visitor visited while I was away.

After reading the note, Songyang raised his hand and tore it off the door panel, folded it neatly, closed the door, walked to the room, opened the door, and looked up to see the student sitting where she usually sat when correcting homework, holding a pipe Slowly exhaling smoke rings, the purple-haired man with a lazy expression had veins popping out of his forehead.

A dark smile appeared on her face. "Jin Zhu...I'll spare you if you hand over the bong."

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So, why did this kid become addicted to smoking?

Song Yang pressed his forehead, looked at Gao Sugi who was inexplicably uncomfortable because of the loss of the bong in his hand, and sighed.

The man in the purple butterfly pattern sat leaning against the corner in a somewhat casual posture, his hand without the bong could only rest on his raised leg, and the belt of his bathrobe was loosely tied, revealing a large area of ​​his chest.

His intact dark green eyes stared at the long song shamisen and shakuhachi hanging on the opposite wall, and his voice was a little muffled by the setting sun.

"The musical instrument is very good, Songyang."

Songyang sat on the futon next to Takasugi, put a small cup of sake for entertaining guests in front of him, and felt a little helpless listening to his light tone.

"Even Jinsuke doesn't call me teacher anymore, I'm a little sad..."

Takasugi smiled in a low voice, looked away from the musical instrument, and met her gaze directly, with a hint of deep meaning in his eyes.

"You understand, don't you, Songyang."

Songyang's eyes flickered, he naturally understood what he meant, and he didn't point it out. The corners of his lips curled up slightly, and he took a sip of the tea in his cup with a gentle tone.

"I talked to Yinshi for a while, well, the kid asked me if I wanted to say the same thing to you again, I think Jinsuke has always been smart, so I don't need to say anything more, does he?"

A gleam of light flashed in the eyes of the purple-haired man, and the dark green eyes were dyed with a dangerous color. He subconsciously wanted to raise his hand, remembering that the bong was confiscated, and put it down with a frown, his expression changing in the hazy evening behind the light. The color is a little gloomy.

The damn natural roll is quite good at taking the lead.

"What did Yin Shi do?"

Songyang was stunned, and couldn't help thinking of those charming scenes in the hot spring hotel in his mind. His face was stiff, and the corners of his mouth were twitching uncomfortably, and his eyes calmly moved to the musical instruments hanging in front of him.

She quickly controlled her emotions and changed the subject naturally.

"Well, that kid from Yinshi told me something from a long time ago, which made me decide that I won't be interested in alcohol anymore."

Although I didn't see any flaws, but that person has always been the best at covering up... Sure enough, that guy should die.

The purple-haired man's probing gaze was somewhat sharp.His eyes were a bit cold, and the arc of his mouth was full of meaning and irrepressible madness.

"Songyang, don't you wonder why I suddenly came back from the universe?"

"Jin Zhu will come back, isn't it because he misses me, Teacher?"

This kid has always been the most persistent...

The light-haired woman had smiling eyes, and she didn't seem to notice the danger in the man's tone.The gentle outline of her side face with naughty eyebrows and slightly raised chin became more and more beautiful in the fading sunset.

Gao Shan suddenly felt that the beast in his heart also calmed down at this moment.

Since a long time ago, only this person can make him sober, but at the same time, this person is also the source of his madness.

"Well, you're right, Songyang."

The purple-haired man narrowed his eyes slightly, smiling casually but full of momentum.He propped up his body a little bit, turned his head unexpectedly, leaned forward and licked the fair earlobe of the light-haired woman lightly. Under the complex gaze of her immediately turned away, he stared at the comfortable curve of her reddish earlobe. lip.

The hoarse voice was indescribably lazy and ambiguous.

"I miss you so much, Songyang."

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