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

In fact, the child Jin Zhu has always been well-behaved and reassuring.But to be honest, according to Songyang, the more such a child, the more he needs attention and care, unlike Kotaro, who can make him happy for a long time as long as he makes delicious soba noodles.

When the only sword was given to Yinshi, Songyang couldn't think of anything else to give Gao Shan. He could only secretly give Gao Shan a small bag after class in the afternoon. She bought it from a snack shop in Linzhen that was said to be quite delicious. Jin Pingtang, told Takasugi not to be discovered by the servants, and that he could only eat two a day to avoid tooth decay. Although the child Takasugi has always been happy and angry, Songyang still thinks that there is indeed joy in the child's eyes meaning.Well, that's fine.

There was still some time before dinner time, and Songyang just started to prepare textbooks for Yinshi. She took the pen and ink utensils, opened the bound booklet and began to transcribe the contents of the compiled textbooks.

The Japanese room is indifferently filled with light sandalwood.A few wisps of yellowish halo engraved mottled light and shadow on the back of the plain white hand of the light-haired woman An Ran holding the pen, and time passed slowly.

The silver-white curly-haired child was still holding the sword, and he didn't seem very interested. He sat opposite Songyang, staring blankly at the wildly dancing branches and leaves blown by the wind outside the window, but glanced back from time to time.

After all, he is a child, and curiosity is the majority of his nature. In the end, he couldn't help but slowly moved to Songyang's side, pretending not to care, looking at the booklet with the green cover and asking.

"Hey Obasan, what are you doing?"

"This is the textbook for Yinshi." Songyang was busy copying without looking up, and responded softly.

"You copied all their textbooks by hand?"

"Yeah, what's the matter?"

It just so happened that this article ended, Songyang raised his head, and saw the eyes of the silver curly-haired child full of complex expressions, but the round face matched with the adult's mature expression was inexplicably cute.Songyang stretched out his hand involuntarily.

"Gintoki is such a lovely child."

"That's enough, Obasan don't attack Yinsang's curly hair!"

The silver curly-haired child avoided Songyang's hand but came closer again, digging his nostrils to study Songyang's handwriting.

"Deep... what... night... what... Yinsang knows this sentence, red mud."

Song Yang heard him recite a Fei sentence in a mess, shook his head helplessly, and followed his words.

"Deep and secluded, the gate of the cherry blossom temple at night, the world of mortals is whirling and bitter, and the cherry blossoms bloom by themselves. It is a poem describing cherry blossoms."

The soft voice spoke a sentence that Yinshi couldn't understand at all, but inexplicably made him quiet. He lay on the table and quietly looked at the side face of the light-haired woman with a smile slightly reflecting the setting sun. flushed.

"Hey... Obasan... What are the cherry blossoms like?"

After not hearing Yinshi's voice for a while, Songyang thought he was asleep, but when he suddenly heard his voice, Songyang was slightly surprised.Gintoki... haven't you seen cherry blossoms... After thinking about it, I felt that it was justifiable, so I didn't ask any more questions, and explained.

"It's a kind of, um, pale pink or white flower. The flowering period is very short, but it's a very beautiful flower."

"What kind of beautiful flower is it? Yinsang doesn't know it."

"Well...there is a cherry blossom tree in the yard, the one seen from the window here."

When Yinshi heard this, he ran over excitedly holding the sword and stepping on the wooden clogs. Before Songyang could speak, he came back with a droopy face and sat on the futon.

"What, it's obviously a bare tree trunk, it doesn't look good at all."

Songyang couldn't help saying with a smile. "It hasn't reached the flowering period yet. In another month, that tree will be in full bloom with beautiful flowers."

"Tch, do you still have to wait?"

With a dull expression on Yinshi's face, he continued to pick his nostrils and hang down his pair of dead fish eyes.

"It's so boring."

"Not really."

Songyang put down his pen, and this time he managed to rub Yinshi's hairy head successfully. Listening to his dissatisfied muttering, his eyes were full of smiles.

"At that time, everyone in the private school was on vacation, sitting under the cherry tree to enjoy the cherry blossoms, eating snacks, um, there are gold flat candies, lollipops, and maybe red bean dumplings~ You can also tell stories and play games together .”

"At that time, the old village mother-in-law who takes care of the private school will also come back, um... Gintoki has never met her, she is a very kind mother-in-law who cooks much better food than me~"

"For me, I will try to play the newly learned piece with the shamisen. Although it may not sound so good, but when everyone is together, that is the happiest..."

The watery tone is a little far away, but it seems to be whispering close to the ear.The light-haired woman's eyes were wandering, and she probably pictured everyone laughing in her mind, raising the corners of her eyes and smiling like a flower.

Gintoki felt a little uncomfortable for some reason.This clearly beautiful atmosphere made him feel that he had nowhere to rest his hands and feet.He turned his head, speaking a little unnaturally.

"Hey, oh, Obasan, Yinsang is hungry and wants to eat red bean rice."

"Huh? Um, no problem, I'll do it now."

The rest of the night will be done.Songyang secretly made some estimates, then got up and planned to go to the kitchen to make dinner.Seeing that she was about to leave, Yinshi also chased after her holding his sword.

Songyang soaked the red beans in the water, and when he looked up, he saw Yinshi was leaning against the door, holding the sword that was about the same height as him, full of boring thoughts.

"Ah, such a little red beans can't satisfy Yinsang, my love for the sugar god. Do you want to tell Obasan that Yinsang needs a lot of red beans?"

"Ahem, I heard you, Yinshi."

Songyang shook his head helplessly, took out a handful of red beans from the bag and threw them in. "Is it enough? If you eat too much, you will get a strange disease and you can't eat sweets anymore?"

Songyang has always been adhering to the principle of health first, and there are still restrictions on the number of children's hobbies.Yinshi's love for sugar was beyond her imagination, and it was impossible for her to just follow Yinshi.

"C'mon, troublesome Obasan." Yin Shi groaned, but he was not willful, and left "Call me for dinner" and walked away slowly.

After finishing dinner, Songyang changed Yinshi's dressing and wiped his body as usual. After all, Yinshi's body was not a minor injury, and it would take more than ten days to heal at least.

Once he experienced silver, he became less restrained, and let the nagging Ren Songyang be at his mercy.

"Whether a man or a woman is in love with each other, it's alright, read the important things three times."

Songyang couldn't laugh or cry when he heard it, and knocked on the back of Yinshi's head, ignoring Yinshi's staring and accusing expression.

"Gintoki, you haven't reached the age where you have to enter the men's bathroom~"

"Hmph, Yinsang will soon reach the age where she has 'wow' dreams every day, and sooner or later she will grow to be as big as an Armstrong cyclotron!"

He was obviously dissatisfied with being treated like a child, and even those dead fish eyes widened a little.

"What a mess..." Songyang felt a little headache when he heard that, he put his clothes on the well-medicated Yinshi, and pulled a handful of Yinshi's curly hair.

"It's rude to say such a thing to a lady, Yinshi, there will be no red bean rice tomorrow."

Yinshi rubbed the painful curly hair and looked over with tears in his eyes, Songyang was so angry that he wanted to laugh, so he helplessly helped his forehead.Packed up the medicine and patted his head.

"Okay, hurry up and go to bed, there will be red bean rice."

"Troublesome Obasan." Yinshi picked up the sword and followed Songyang to the bedroom with a puffy face.

There was only a barrier between the two sleeping rooms, so when Yinshi suddenly had a nightmare in the middle of the night, Songyang woke up immediately.

She hurried over without getting her clothes approved, and saw the silver-white curly-haired child holding the sword tightly, curled up and trembling, muttering something vaguely inaudible.

Songyang also panicked for a while, and didn't dare to wake Yinshi up, so he had to fetch a hot towel to wipe the sweat off Yinshi's face, and gently picked Yinshi up from the tatami, imitating how to coax a child. Shaking it for a long time had no effect, and recalling what happened last night, he tentatively kissed Gintoki's forehead, which calmed Gintoki down.

Songyang finally let go of his hanging heart, and carefully put Yinshi back on the tatami, and guarded it for a while, only to go back to sleep when he saw that Yinshi had indeed fallen asleep.

Lying on the bed, listening to the even breathing of the silver-white curly-haired child, Songyang suddenly feels distressed for Yinshi for some reason.That child... No matter what, let him sleep peacefully every day...

The author has something to say:

Please don't complain about me being an old stalker, but somehow I think forehead kisses are cute!