Private school two or three things

Today is sunny, the birds are singing and the flowers are fragrant today, the sky is bright today, today...all kinds of boring.

The rare Saturday (Saturday) and the rare good weather, but because Mr. Songyang went to the town to buy daily necessities, he couldn't go out and have fun.

Look at these children who stayed in the private school, some yawned, some rubbed their eyes, some lay down on the table and pretended to be dead, all kinds of strange things... There were all kinds of postures.

Especially that curly hair... Hey!Just let it flow, don't just hang around there, okay?Hello!You suck it back for me? !ah!It's coming out again!Evil... how viscous the saliva must be to hang on for such a long time!

enough!Give me enough!My eyes have been seriously polluted!The teacher will find that I have needle eyes when I come back!Maybe the condition will get worse!So what will Edo do tomorrow?

The wig tore through the book, wishing to press his eyes into the book.

Curly was unmoved - no, he had already fallen into a deep sleep.

As for the memory before this day, he only vaguely remembered that the teacher told them that today was a rest day with a basket on his shoulder, and he would go to town for a while and be back soon.Then there is Zimao's arrogant and petite eyes and his back following him.

Isn't it just that you can go out with the teacher alone...cut.

Curly in the dream let out a heavy "hum".

After waiting for more than an hour or two, a kid couldn't sit still and clamored to play a game.

At this time, Xiao Zhongfen's ghost story was almost finished, the girls' whispers were almost finished, and the others had slept and lay down, and they looked over one after another to express their agreement.

Curly also stretched and patted his butt to stand up.It wasn't because he was bored, it was mainly because he was awakened by the memory.

But just as he was about to step out of the room to clear the memory, he was stopped.

Curly turned back, and Xiaozhong stepped forward and asked, "Well, classmate Yinshi...do you want to play games together?"

This is really rare.

Who is Curly?

Appeared in Songyang Private School out of thin air, and didn't get along well with his classmates on weekdays, but now he sleeps all day long and doesn't affect other people.You must know that when Curly first came, he sat at the end of the classroom all day long, staring coldly at the front with those crimson dead fish eyes.I ignored him when I talked to him, and didn't answer him when I asked him hello. I was like an evil-faced Rakshasa sticking behind the little devils. Even in class, I felt that there was something cold on my back.

What's more terrible is the sword in his hand, I don't know what the teacher thinks?The attack power of the curly hair equipped with this thing is absolutely out of the box. If the teacher hadn't told him not to draw the sword casually, I don't know how many kids in the private school are still intact.

And the iconic rogue action, hey, are you really not possessed by the strange uncle?Didn't the teacher tell you to pay attention to hygiene?Don't think we didn't see you secretly rubbing your nose [beep——] on Jinsuke's back, and pushing it on Kotaro's head.

But what kind of dog guts are you eating now to invite curly hair...

The small middle score can be regarded as being closer to the curly hair except for the purple hair wig.Affected by the wig, it's not to say that he was afraid, he was just a little bit nervous about this strong and shameless kid.

So Xiaozhong pinched the corners of his clothes and continued: "We haven't decided what to play yet... You, Yinshi, um... Do you have any suggestions?"

suggestion?You are joking.

The curly-haired dead fish rolled its eyes and curled its lips.

ask me?Are you sure you want to ask me?Are you sure you want to ask me?Little Zhongfen, your brain really hasn't grown yet...

Also, what new and interesting ways to play can curls come up with?Teach everyone how to kick people [beep——] head to play? (It didn't disappear at all, hey!) Teach everyone how to find food from the corpse [beep——]?Teach everyone how to tell whether the broken knife in your hand can cut off the [beep——] of the person who came to grab the food?Teach everyone how to extract [beep——] from [beep——], then [beep——] and then [beep——]? (What is the last sentence? It was eliminated like this?)

So Curly is ready to leave.

"Ah! Buckwheat noodles... so long... so long... Ah, meatballs! Ah——————————————————"

This is a wig that fell asleep while reading a book...probably.

Why do I say [probably]... because his eyes are wide open, his hands are constantly grasping forward on the table, his mouth is drooling in dreams, and there is a weird smile on his face...

This guy... Who is this guy?The womanly face of the wig is completely ruined!

The whole room was instantly dead silent.The little ghosts looked at the wig in unison.

"Ghost... ghost upper body!?" An inexplicable tension and excitement surged into Xiao Zhongfen's eyes.He frantically rummaged through his clothes and dug out a spell. (…)

Curly glanced at Xiaozhong, then looked at the wig that was still smiling strangely, grabbed the charm, crumpled it into a ball and strode forward, stuffing it into the mouth of the wig.

The people in the room looked at him in unison again.

Curly turned to Xiao Zhongfen, and stretched out his hand to him: "Do you still have that kind of paper?"

"Ah? Ah, ah, yes, yes." Xiao Zhong frantically took out the talisman paper from his clothes.

"Do you want to play a new game?" Curly asked again.

Everyone nodded blankly.

"The name of this game is... [Wig Exorcism]. Hey."

Labor and management have not forgotten that night when they were frightened...

This is what Songyang saw when he came back with Zimao——

The poor wig was covered with crumpled talisman paper lying on the ground, still tightly bound, and a group of little ghosts surrounded him, chanting something furtively.Surrounding him are things like censers, wildflowers, twigs...even bacon.

Curly stood among the crowd, draped over a blanket, with a wooden rice bowl on his head, chanting "Namo Amitabha".

A vivid ritual scene.

Songyang couldn't hold back, and laughed out loud.

So this is the first game in Curly's life.

It's not peek-a-boo, it's not kicking the can, it's not playing hide-and-seek, it's not having a house party.

Not any ordinary forgettable little game.

Although some are funny, some are ridiculous, some are silly.He can still cherish this memory and enshrine it in the most sacred place in his heart, together with his teacher and all his companions in the private school.

He Sakata Gintoki's precious childhood.

...uh...and the little middle part of the painful tears...

"You brat, how dare you steal your own pork? It's against you!"

Not stealing!It's not stealing!

——So this time the tragedy is still a small score.