dream lantern

Later, Silver Curly would bring a pack of medicine to the gymnasium every day. He reluctantly explained that Teacher Songyang asked him to decoct the medicine for him as an apology for his rudeness.

Although the general manager thinks he has a special physique that attracts children, but the kid in front of him doesn't seem to buy it, he hangs a pair of dead fish eyes every day, as if he owes him money.

"It seems that I can only use my strength to make you submit~"

"Huh?" A certain brat couldn't help shivering.

So, after knocking down the opponent countless times until the opponent could no longer stand up, the chief commander squatted on the ground, and triumphantly tapped the curly hair of the kid lying on the ground with a bamboo knife.

"Now you can talk properly, what's your name, nah?"

"Sakata... silver time."

"Alright Mr. Sakata," the chief executive stood up and began to pack up the scattered bamboo knives, "What I want to tell you is that although I may indeed not be as good as your Master Songyang, at least in terms of swordsmanship, I have I won’t lose to a brat.”

"Thank you for the medicine you brought, sorry for the delay today, you can go back and report to Mr. Yoshida."

The chief executive turned his head while wiping the sweat from his forehead, and saw Yinshi sitting cross-legged on the floor, staring at him with lifeless dead fish eyes.

"Wow—why are you so scared...cough cough...scary." The chief executive turned his face away and coughed.

Yinshi hesitated and said, "The first time I saw you, you looked like a sick child, coughing all the time, and Teacher Songyang even opened a medicine field in the backyard of the private school for you after returning home... who would you?" I know you are so good at swordsmanship."

"Well, Mr. Yoshida cured my illness at the beginning." The chief simply sat down, propped up one leg, and rested his chin. "I had tuberculosis...Mr. Yoshida saved me."

"But I want to make a statement, brother, I might not lose to your Songyang teacher in my heyday." The director raised a finger and said solemnly, "But, geniuses are always hated by God."

Seeing the boy raised his eyebrows, the Chief Secretary poked his finger directly on the other's forehead.

"pain--"

"I've seen it, you kid is talented in swordsmanship, just wait, you will definitely not have a smooth road in the future."

"Don't be crowed! Ah Yin, I am the number one male lead of JUMP! I will build a harem in the future!"

"What nonsense is the kid talking about...have a fever?"

The general manager felt that maybe he was old and didn't know much about the world of young people.

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The gymnasium opened by the general manager received a good response, and quickly made enough money. After paying the old woman's rent for this month and repaying the start-up funds borrowed before, there was actually a small amount of money left.

Seeing that it was almost time for dinner, the general manager thought about it, went to the street to buy some food, and planned to visit the private school in Songyang.

The distance is not far, and the private school was built outside the village, which is a quiet place away from the crowd, surrounded by green trees, it is indeed a good place for reading.

The simple gate, with the sign of "Matsushita Private School" hanging on the door, and the beautiful handwriting let the chief executive know who wrote it at a glance.There is also a verdant old pine planted at the door, which really corresponds to the meaning of the name of the private school.

After knocking on the door, it was Song Yang who came to open the door. He was still holding a green leather textbook. It seemed that he came to open the door in the middle of the class.When he saw the chief executive, he had a look of surprise on his face.

"Director? Why are you here?"

The general manager picked up the dish in his hand, tilted his head and smiled innocently, "I'll repay you with my cooking skills."

"...I see." Songyang suddenly felt a little pain in his stomach.Ah... why is this happening?

Asking the students to go to self-study, Song Yang followed the chief director to the kitchen.

The director skillfully tied up the sleeves with cloth strips, and then started cooking.

Songyang finally breathed a sigh of relief after seeing the soup in the pot gurgling and rolling, "I didn't expect you to be so skilled at cooking."

The chief executive was tasting the soup with a pot and spoon, and after hearing this, he said complacently: "Of course, in the group back then, it was me and Hajime who were in charge of the spoon."

"I just don't know the final taste..." Songyang frowned, looking distressed.

"Hello!"

The chief executive was dumbfounded by the other party's words.

Seeing the white mist steaming in front of him, the general manager felt for a moment that he seemed to have returned to the days when he cooked for everyone in the Shinsengumi. Although the taste was not very good at first, but later under the guidance of Xiao Qianzuru The culinary skills have improved a lot, and even the taciturn partner Ah Yi affirmed, "Well, not bad".

"Let's eat, everyone!"

"Today is Brother Zongsi cooking!"

At the beginning of Songyang, the girls screamed excitedly and rushed over impatiently, while the boys shrank and sat in their seats, their eyes lit up when they saw the dishes on the plate.

"I didn't expect you to cook, you're pretty good." A certain silver curly hair in Dead Fish Eyes.

"...It would be even better if it was soba noodles." The black ponytail whispered.

"Why isn't Teacher Songyang cooking?" the purple-haired young master resented.

Leaving the children to eat in the house, the director took Songyang to the corridor to enjoy the moon.

"...Where is the moon?" Songyang rubbed his eyes, but he really didn't see half of the moon, but there were many stars.

"It's obviously a beautiful moonlight." The chief executive looked at the other party with a smile.

"Okay, okay." Nodding helplessly in agreement, Songyang accidentally saw the vegetable leaves on the opponent's head, and couldn't help reaching out, but the opponent locked his wrist.

"Mr. Yoshida."

"Huh?" Songyang's attention was still on the vegetable leaves.

"Thank you."

He froze, then smiled, "No, where."

The chief let go, put one leg up, and wrapped his arms around his knees, "I mean, thank you for the medicine... what are you doing?"

"Vegetable leaves." Songyang shook the green leaves between his fingertips showing off.

"Mr. Yoshida..."

"Ok?"

"You are a nuisance."

"Haha."

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The chief executive didn't remember how long he had spent in the village. Anyway, when he came back to his senses, the summer festival had already been held no less than six times.

He is still very interested in the summer festival, there are countless delicious and fun things.But in the original world, if he was unlucky, he would be sent by Mr. Hijikata to patrol that night, and he could only stare at Shinpachi and the others who had a good time... But here there are not so many problems, every year All had a great time.

Of course, that's not what he cares about.With the passage of time, the chief executive quickly discovered the influence of the undead blood on him, that is, his appearance has not changed the slightest over the years.

For women, this may be a good thing, but after a long time, someone will find out the clues, and those who face him don't know what the scene will be.

Perhaps, he thought, it was time to shift positions.The same goes for Songyang, he must be reminded.

This year's Summer Festival will still be held as usual.

Songyang said that he wanted to go shopping with some students, and the director didn't want to take care of the children at this time, so he had to go out alone.Before the separation, Songyang reminded him to wait for them under the grassy slope by the river before the fireworks display.

Putting on a newly bought cheap yukata, put away the purse, and clattered out in wooden clogs.

Although this village is not very rich, but after all, it is a rare grand celebration in a year, and the villagers put all their energy into preparing their stalls, so the final result is also gratifying.

There are lights and festoons everywhere, showing the unique festive atmosphere, and the variety of stalls is also rich and colorful, such as octopus balls, apple candy, cotton candy... The general manager is drooling when he looks at it, but he thinks of Songyang's warning to him , I finally had to buy a box of hot octopus balls.

Over the years, Songyang has been worrying about his health. His cough is better than before, but he still hasn't completely recovered. So Songyang suspects that the chief executive secretly ate candy behind his back. What a big injustice! ...Well, I ate a little bit.

Who made Songyang's good apprentices have a sweet tooth who tempts him every time! ——From the Chief Secretary who was gnashing his teeth.

After fishing for goldfish and water balloons, I got tired of playing for a while, and the chief executive decided to go to Songyang, but before that...

After a while, the chief executive carried a bag of sweets, humming a little song, and walked unsteadily among the crowd.

"Ah, sorry."

He bumped his arm into a passerby, and the chief executive subconsciously threw an apology, but the other person just lowered his bamboo hat to cover his eyes, and planned to leave without saying a word.

In an instant, the surrounding voices disappeared.

"...Hazy?" The chief executive said the other party's name in a hoarse voice.

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The chief executive hid behind a booth and squatted down, took out a stick of apple candy from the bag and handed it to the other party.

Hazy paused for three seconds, then reached out to take it.

The general manager put his face in his hands, looked at each other carefully, and couldn't help sighing, "You've really grown up, you boy." He raised his arms and gestured for height, "The last time we met, you were just a little tall Where's the brat?"

"Although he's a kid, he already has dark circles under his eyes."

"Pretend to be more mature than adults every day, forcing me to drink such a bitter soup."

"Danlong is actually a gentle person. He will hand me a wet towel when I cough up blood, and a cup of tea when I drink the medicine and the pain is unbearable."

"I haven't said thank you to you all the time. Thank you, Oboro."

Suddenly there was the sound of fireworks bursting overhead, accompanied by the shouts of surprise from the crowd below.

The brilliant colors of the fireworks illuminate the happy smiling faces of everyone on the earth.

Although the shadow cast by the bamboo hat covered most of the opponent's face, the chief executive still saw the smile that could not be concealed from the corners of the opponent's lips.

"Mr. Okita, when did you become so nasty?"

"It's a little trick to make other people happy."

Hazy suddenly withdrew his smile, put his hands on the shoulders of the person opposite, and tightened them slightly.

He said, "Come back to Naraku with me."

There was obvious fatigue in the exposed eyes, and the director believed that for some reason, he was already on the verge of collapse, and any blow at this time would cause irreparable consequences.

"hazy……"

"Mr. Okita, I saw the teacher and his students," Oboro's expression was inexplicable, "I have been desperately doing what he didn't want to do for him, but he sacrificed me and forgot me."

"It's clearly agreed that I will be the great disciple..."

The chief thought he was crying, but when the fireworks above his head went out, he saw the other person's expression clearly: it was a distorted face.

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