Private school two or three things

"Yoshida Shoyo, we will obey God's wishes and give God's will, come with us."

Song Yang looked at the row of late-night visitors in front of him, and there was no wavering on his quiet face: "Are there five people this time?"

"Put down the sword in your hand and listen to the decree of heaven."

"Shh..."

Songyang raised his fingers to make a silent movement, and his voice was soft, making the people in front of him stunned: "It will disturb my students."

Yoshida Matsuyo hates the smell of blood.What he likes is the smell of quilts drying in the sun all afternoon, the smell of acacia on the students' clothes fluttering in the wind, the smell of sake in spring when one looks down at the cherry blossoms, and the little ghosts are a little wilted when they have enough wild things in the fields. The smell of small wildflowers.

He changed his clothes in the dormitory, worrying about the blood-stained clothes he changed.

Don't know how much soap locust to use to wash it clean?

He was sitting on the tatami mat, resting his chin in one hand, thinking a bit distressed, when suddenly there were soft footsteps outside the door.

Songyang stood up.

Throwing the bloody clothes to the top of the cabinet with one hand, and holding the sword with the other.He spoke slowly: "Who?"

There was silence outside the door for a while, and a voice faltered and turned around: "Teacher..."

Songyang was stunned: "Jin Zhu?" He looked back at the sky, it was already dawn.

Woke up at this time?Songyang opened the door, and what he saw was a little round face with purple hair and a little red.

"Can't sleep?" Songyang smiled.

"Excuse me...I just got up to drink..." Zimao's face became more and more red and her green eyes became more and more erratic.

The kitchen seems to be in the other direction.Songyang didn't pierce, and turned to let Zimao in.

"Teacher, there is only cold water here, do you want a drink?"

Green eyes glowing with Dai Nuan: "Yes."

Walking into the bedroom, Zimao paused and sat down calmly.His dark green eyes pointed directly at the emptiness of the sky outside the courtyard, and his face was inexplicably cloudy.

At the age of twelve or thirteen, he looked a little scary.

"Here." Songyang handed over the water glass.

"teacher……"

"Ok?"

"..."

Zimao lowered his head and hesitated, then raised his head and looked directly into Songyang's eyes: "It's just because... those two guys, Kotaro and Yinshi, are too noisy when they sleep."

"Pfft..." Songyang frowned, "How did Jin Zhu do it?"

Zimao tilted his head, seeing the teacher's happy mood, he naturally became very happy: "Of course, put them all in the closet."

Songyang lowered his head and silently crossed himself for the other two students.

"teacher."

Song Yang looked up.

The little purple head stands in front of you, the eyes under the bangs are deep, the thin and thin shoulders will become stronger and thicker one day, and the clenched fist will grasp the hands of the companions one day.

Songyang clearly sees the growth of the children.

Never has it been so clear.

"Jin Zhu, there are a lot of things like this in the Zong family, right?" Songyang stopped Zi Mao before he could say anything.

Zimao froze for a moment, then nodded subconsciously: "Yes, but..."

"But you don't care about there, what you care about is this place." Songyang rubbed Zimao's little face, "Don't worry, there is a teacher."

"……I can too……"

"Jin Zhu." Songyang interrupted Zimao forcefully, "Leave this matter to the teacher."

The green eyes stared for a long time, then the purple head lowered: "...Yes."

Song Yang touched Zimao's head apologetically: "I'm sorry, Jin Zhu."

"I know the teacher is very strong... The teacher always stands in front of us and resists everything silently. This time too, we just need to do nothing and wait for the teacher." The thin figure stood up in the loose A shadow was cast in front of Yang, "When will we not shrink under your wings? When will we... I be able to become stronger and protect the teacher?"

Songyang was silent.

It was his education that was too lukewarm.Always think about taking your time, there is still time.I always think that my childhood is still so long, and I can leisurely watch his children grow up step by step.

People are not as good as the sky.

The only consolation is that no matter what happens to him in the future, his students also have the strength to move forward.

This alone is enough for him to die calmly.

This is probably the biggest miscalculation in Yoshida Shoyang's life - he underestimated his position in the hearts of these demon kings.

His three favorite pupils.

A big demon king who is committed to destroying the world acts, and kills Tokugawa Sadasaka, the mastermind of the lenient government raids.

Molesting the armed police/police all day long, becoming a professional underground party, but still secretly kicking the shogunate a lot of feet, causing internal injuries to his feet.

A person who seems to have nothing to do all day long, but can easily tease the director general, play with the general, and fight a war of stealing the country with his hands.

Therefore, people are not as good as heaven.

Those brats.

Their favorite teacher, but they never understand the importance of themselves.I only want to protect the safety of the little ghosts behind me, I only want them to be carefree and happy, I have nothing else to ask for.

Have you never thought about yourself?

Without a teacher, what safety is there to talk about?What about happiness?

It's all bullshit.

Zimao came out of Songyang's bedroom and squatted down slowly in the empty corridor.

——Never have I been as flustered as this time.

——There has never been a situation as confused and helpless as it is now.

who.for what.what to do.

Knowing nothing, staring blankly at the teacher's smile but unable to act—a sense of powerlessness all over the sky.

It's just that I'm too weak.

Shrinking his small body, he buried himself in the darkness, and swore secretly against his chest.

I want to grow up quickly.Then, protect the teacher!

Become stronger, Zimao.

Then you know what growing up is all about.