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

"Would you like to go with me to a place to watch a more exciting game."

Conversations that begin with such remarks often have to look at the identity of the other party before they can give a corresponding answer.

The silver-haired man picked out his ears, his expression was always indifferent.The red-haired girl with the umbrella beside her was not very friendly in her vicious tone.

"Hey, don't talk halfway, you bastard, Alu."

The chestnut-haired boy shook his head, with a pure and innocent expression on his face, and his plain kimono made it impossible to see that he had the strength to be the captain of the Shinsengumi [-]st Team.

"Just follow me."

The silver-haired man cast a lazy eyelid, glanced at him, raised a hand, and gave the final decision without energy.

"If you are cheated, Yinsang will calculate the money for wasted time with you."

"Don't worry, boss, you will be interested."

This is the beginning of the incident.

To put it another way, if you start with a question like this. "Have you ever heard of Heavenly Daoists?"

Naturally, the one who spoke was not the same Okita who wanted to secretly entrust the matter without telling others.

but.For some, that's indeed a term that used to be taboo.The silver-haired man sitting across from him burst out with a strong murderous aura almost as soon as the native voice fell.

A hatred that penetrates to the bone and penetrates deep into the marrow.

That is naturally an emotion that is not easily detected by others.The man known as the deputy head of the ghost frowned, only felt that a certain noisy silver-haired man was unusually silent, so he didn't care much, and tried to persuade him on his own.

"Take the general as a puppet, and transform the country as they please. The real power of the country is in their hands. The disgusting arena that this brat took you to see is the playground of the Daoists."

That was in a way as decisive as the man he had seen that night raising a group of young children.

The silver-haired man picked out his ears calmly, his eyes were calm and unwavering. "Ale, you guys, it's really a headache to be so noisy. Yinsang is not a person who likes to give up halfway."

It is too dazzling for people to protect the soul of something.

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When Gintoki called, Yueyong was idling in the room, occasionally looking up at Matsuyo who was tutoring Haruta in history studies.

Haruta has always been excited about going out to play with the girl in class Koizumi after reciting the memorization, but when she sees the boring numbers in front of her, she wants to cry without tears.

Ahh...I want to hang out with Koizumi...

When Yueyong received the call, she was stunned for a while, and subconsciously looked at Songyang who was reading something to Qingta with her head down, her eyes flickered, she got up gently, walked out the door, and carefully closed the door.

"Silver time? What's wrong?"

The voice of the silver-haired man on the phone has always been lazy. "Songyang is in Yoshiwara, right? Yinsang received a troublesome commission today, so she might not be able to come to Yoshiwara to pick you up, please let her stay in Yoshiwara for the next two days, and come pick her up when Yinsang finishes the commission. But don't just say that, okay?"

"That's not a problem, I'll just tell the sun wheel later, but you..."

The leader of Baihua, who had a beautiful face not inferior to that of the sun, sighed softly, the scar on her face did not affect her beauty at all.

"Don't take Miss Songyang home with all your injuries."

That's all she can say.

"Thank you, Al."

The silver-haired man thanked him lightly and hung up the phone.

In fact, the shadow of that period of the past in his heart, he has already been able to slowly come out.

But... those guys.It was those guys who he had gritted his teeth and imprinted the memory of hatred into his blood.

He absolutely wants to make that person never fall into the trap of those guys again! !

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Yueyong hung up the phone, sorted out her mood, and went downstairs to find Rilun in the back room. After talking about this, Rilun naturally agreed. After thinking about it for a while, she organized a set that was easier to persuade Songyang rhetoric.

"Miss Songyang, can I stay in Yoshihara for a while these two days? I want to ask you for some things."

Songyang finished today's teaching, and waved Qingta to go out to play, and when she was still clearing up the books on the table, Rilun pushed the door open and came in, shaking the wheelchair.

"Huh? What's the matter?"

"It's like this..." The beautiful oiran frowned gracefully, with a hint of pleading in her tone.

"I want to make clothes for Qingta's child, but I'm not very good at it...I heard from Yinsang that you are very good at making clothes. Can you stay with me temporarily for the next two days and guide me? I'm really troublesome, Miss Songyang .”

"Is that so...Okay, then excuse me."

The light-haired woman nodded slightly in agreement.The reason given by Rilun is indeed a matter of course. After all, as an oiran woman, she is not good at sewing, it is not a matter of disobedience at all.

Therefore, Songyang didn't think in Yinshi's direction at all, and agreed without hesitation.

Since Yinshi would run all the way to pick her up every time she came to Yoshihara, she thought about it and called Yinshi to tell her about it.

Yinshi didn't have any objection to this, and repeatedly asked her to remember to tell him when she came back, like an adult.

Songyang agreed with black lines all over his head, feeling a little helpless for Yin's overprotective desire that often erupted.

It's a bit ashamed that the teacher who should protect the students under his wings is protected by the students in every possible way...

However, how should I put it, these children have grown up enough to be relied on...

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"Please, avenge the teacher for us!"

When the cries of the group of children sounded in his ears, he was a little dazed.

That was probably the only sentence that lingered in his mind in the past.

So it's the past time, after all, that person is by my side now.

The silver-haired man raised his head, looked at the group of crying children, and sighed softly.

Not everyone can achieve such a miracle as losing and recovering important people.

"Well, kid, this is the most popular surprise sticker right now."

Hearing Okita's voice of kindly trying to drive those children away, Gintoki stretched himself, got up from the chair, and took the sticker from the child who was tiptoeing in front of the desk and trying to reach out.

The crying child looked at him in surprise. "Why does big brother know..."

"Al, are you asking me why?"

The silver-haired man raised the corners of his lips, and amidst the exclamation of a group of children and Okita's complicated eyes, he rarely showed a gentle smile.

"I'm also collecting and saying, for this, I'm willing to do anything, you little brat, don't cry and beg me to return it to you when the time comes."

"Hey... are you serious?"

Okita raised his eyebrows, and looked back at the silver-haired man walking out slowly.

This guy really does whatever he wants... Well, I hope Sister Songyang won't be too angry this time.

Tu Fang stood at the door, frowning, his eyes did not fall on the silver-haired man who was about to pass him by.

"I thought you were just crazy, but I didn't expect you to be stupid. Are you going to die?"

"Death? Ah Le, Yinsang is a guy who is afraid of death. Although, death or something is inevitable."

The silver-haired man bent his lips slightly, no longer the listless look of the past, and the light in his eyes was faintly dazzling.

"However, no matter who you are, there is something that must be protected, and I am the same. For the person to be protected, for the unbreakable soul in the body, I must do something."

"...You guys are really stupid."

"Yes, I think what Yinsang said makes sense."

"Girls have things that don't break, right, Aru!"

"...No, Kagura, why don't you speak your yellow accent so aboveboard!!"

The young duo of Master House happily equipped the things sent by those children, and walked in front of the soil in a playful atmosphere.

"...What are these idiots doing..." Hijikata frowned.

Okita reached out and picked up the toy in the package, put it on his face, walked past Hijikata calmly, and when Hijikata made a sound of surprise, he rarely showed his eyes with real emotion to this guy who always disliked him.

"Sorry, Hijikata-san, it seems I'm an idiot too."

When people want to protect something, they probably become idiots.

The author has something to say:

Although it is an early story, I adjusted it here in order to follow the development of the plot. . .Heck, the next two chapters are the focus~