Private school two or three things

Songyang has suffered from insomnia these days.

Not only more and more temptations, but also more and more obvious irritability in my heart.

Yes, exiled Immortal Yoshida Shoyo would also be irritable, restless, and sleepless all night.

He draped his clothes and sat up, his outline blurred in the darkness.

"You are Yoshida Matsuyo." A voice suddenly came from the dark roof.

Songyang raised his head and smiled warmly. "Yes, I am."

"You killed members of our two teams." The voice was calm, and it was clearly a young man's voice, but the tone was as dry as dead wood.

Songyang clenched the sword next to the bed: "Yes."

"Next time the leader will definitely let you be caught without a fight." The voice said again.

Songyang was a little taken aback.Listen to that tone, today is just to inform?He tilted his head: "What's your name?"

"..." The person in the dark didn't make a sound, and after a while he answered irrelevant questions: "You can break up the party here."

"It's not a party." Songyang replied.

"God's will is irreversible."

"Then break my sword." Songyang's quiet eyes were as firm as jade, and his hand was on the hilt of the sword, as stable as a rock.

"Until my sword breaks, it will be swung for my students."

Song Yang said so.

There was silence again on top.

After a long time, so long that Songyang thought that the person had gone far away, another sentence was coldly dropped from above, and then a dark color passed by the open paper door.

Song Yang lowered his head, his long hair draped over his shoulders, covering his face, and he could only see the cold light shining through the gap.

The hands on the sword clenched into fists.

It hasn't been like this for a long time.

His brows were furrowed, the corners of his lips were stiff, his outline was cold, his muscles were tense, and his whole body was like a drawn sword.No one would believe that such a sharp-edged man who exudes monstrous anger and murderous intent could be Yoshida Shoyo.

Angry.

[As for your students, the leader's order is to strangle them on the spot. 】

—You dare.

"How about Yinshi? Does it look good?" The wig swung in front of the curly hair in the new clothes, scratching his head.

"Where is that crazy woman, Qiaoshan, drag her away!" Curly turned her head in disgust, and shouted with her eyes closed.

"Don't get involved with me." Zimao walked noblely and coldly, and the brand-new navy blue outer shirt was shaken intentionally or unintentionally.

"Bastard why do you all have new clothes!" Curly yelled.

"Didn't you, Yinshi, hide your new clothes at the bottom of the cabinet like a dog hiding bones?" The wig teacher walked down the runway step by step.

Curly choked for a moment, patted the head of the wig with his hands, and flattened the arrogant ponytail: "Nah! Yinsang, I'm just afraid of getting it dirty! There are so many people at the festival, aren't you afraid that the new clothes will be stained by the strange aunt?" lipstick?"

"Where are there so many strange aunts!"

"There may also be the nose [beep——] of the wretched uncle!"

"Only you can wipe your nose [beep——] on me!"

"No, wig, it's too careless, it's too late to cry..." Curly teased.

"Not a wig is Gui!"

"Hey, you two." Zimao walked back with his hands on his hips, "How long do you want to dawdle? Let's go."

The little ghosts have been looking forward to the festival at the end of summer for a long time.

Putting on a new bathrobe and hiding the pocket money in the pouch sewn inside the clothes, a group of hula-la kids can't wait to rush into town in the next second.

Songyang smiled and checked the clothes of each kid.

Pull up the collar of the small middle part, adjust the cuffs of the mushroom head, tighten the belt of the hedgehog head, check the clog laces of the girls... Finally, Songyang straightened his waist and smiled warmly: "All right, let's go."

Zimao took a step forward and raised his head: "Is it true that Teacher won't go with you?"

Songyang ruffled his purple hair apologetically: "I'm sorry Jinzhu, the teacher is going to help Uncle Liangtian's house. The task of leading the team will be handed over to you and Kotaro, is it okay?"

Zimao nodded immediately.

Songyang squinted his eyes and smiled, looking at the slightly disappointed little ghosts in front of him and clapping his hands briskly: "What's wrong? There will still be festivals, and the teacher will still run away?"

Curly walked at the end of the crowd with a sword, and turned around inadvertently.

The figure of Songyang standing at the door of the private school with a smile and watching off was soft and quiet, revealing a sense of tranquility.

There is a kind of eternal desolation.

Curly made an inexplicable "click", he touched his heart, and then looked back.

Song Yang has already turned around and walked into the private school slowly, step by step, he will soon be out of sight.

The festival is very lively.

What kind of lively method?

It's just... Do you want to watch fourteen crazy kids all by yourself?Don't even think about it.

Zimao only grabbed the collar of the wig in the crowd, and the others had long since disappeared.

Fortunately, he said before the separation that they must gather in front of the shrine's bell niche before the end of the festival, so even if they separated, it would not be a big problem.

Thinking of this, Zimao pulled the wig and walked slowly along the gap of the booth.

"Jin Zhu, how many young people do you think have gray hair?"

"what?"

"How many natural curly silver hairs have you ever seen?"

"what do you want to say in the end?"

"Is that silver hour?" The wig pointed.

Zimao looked in the direction the wig pointed, and couldn't help but twitch the corners of his mouth.

Hey, do you ever catch goldfish like this? !

I saw that Curly was picking up a piece of paper in one hand, doing two prongs like digging a hole.

I don’t know if the fish is caught or not, I only know that the fish tank is about to burst...

Zimao covered his face, really wanted to pretend he didn't see him and leave.It's a pity that the wig is one step ahead of him.

Erhuo took a big step forward and shouted at the top of his voice: "Yinshi! Keep your hands steady! Take a step on the horse! Keep your dantian low! Make a move when you see it! Otherwise, how can you win?!"

Win a ghost!

This is fishing!Not taking kendo lessons!

Curly over there threw the paper and roared back: "You bastard, are you trying to kill Yujiang? Then if you hit him, can Yujiang still survive?"

Zimao secretly cast a gratified glance, at least compared to wigs, curly hair is more reliable.

"It should be like this, bastard." Curly pulled his wig and went over to chatter endlessly, "Take out the candy first... Hey, hey, do you want to eat? If you want to eat, come to Yinsang!"

"..." He was wrong, how could he be so naive as to think that curly hair could be saved...

The wig also traded the money for a piece of paper and squatted next to the curly hair: "Well, it should be like this... gently..."

The paper fisher slowly reached under an orange-golden goldfish, paused, and then threw it up violently!

"Oh oh oh! There is a wig." Curly praised.

"It's not a wig, it's Laoyugui!" The wig is proud.

The fish fell into the wig's hand from mid-air, and the wig excitedly held up the little fish in his hand, and was about to greet Zimao, when suddenly Yujun jumped up, onto the wig's face, and slapped the wig with his tail 【PIAPIAPIA】 He gave him a few slaps, and then made a 360-degree backflip with a perfect movement of difficulty 9.9 to draw an arc and return to the bottom of the water.

"..." Zi Mao walked past two petrified idiots without looking sideways.

The two behind them were still arguing fiercely, and there were crowds of people around, and occasionally you could see a few fellow students walking together.

Zimao touched his chest and muttered, "Is it an illusion?"

——wig Why do you always follow me?go with the dwarf.

——I don’t know why I always feel restless.

——The restlessness has something to do with following me for a dime?

——Aren’t you heartless? It will be better if you follow you.

— Get out!

If only I had noticed it sooner.

The three little ghosts thought so countless times afterwards.

But anyway - too late.too late.