Private school two or three things

Xiao Ya just took office this year, with a pair of big eyes blinking and looking around.Yatou knocked on his head, telling him to grow his head.

This is the place where death row prisoners are held. What do you see?

Xiaoya begged for mercy, and smiled apologetically, "Are you curious..."

"What's so curious?" Yatou slapped again with a fierce look on his face, "Be careful to lock yourself in!"

Xiao Ya twisted into twists, and replied with a bitter face: "Understood."

The death cell is deep and deep, and there is no light all day long. The screams become more and more horrific as you go in, as if there is really a wronged ghost wailing and making people shake their skin.

Xiaoya is on duty tonight, falling asleep amidst howling and screaming.

In the middle of the night, it finally calmed down. Xiaoya rubbed his sleepy eyes, stood up unsteadily, stretched himself, and walked straight into the dark depths.

"Are you the prisoner who will be executed tomorrow?" Xiao Ya squatted in front of the cell, resting his cheeks, "Do you have anything to say?"

The person inside looked back at him for a while, then raised the corners of his mouth slightly: "No."

"As expected of a swordsman in the legend, he can blow up the miscellaneous soldiers outside with his aura alone." Xiaoya muttered, glancing at the people inside from time to time.

Songyang tilted his head: "Are you bored?"

"Yeah." Xiao Ya readily admitted, "I'm afraid of the dark, so I can't sleep."

Ignoring Xiao Ya's mouth full of bad words, Song Yang smiled at him in a good-tempered manner: "Then come to chat?"

"Okay!" Xiaoya moved his buttocks and sat closer, his eyes sparkled, "Let's chat, let's chat!"

"what's the topic?"

"Let's talk about you! The legendary swordsman Yoshida Shoyo! You don't have to be polite about secrets!"

"Heh..." Songyang was happy, his eyes narrowed into curved arcs, "You remind me of one of my students."

"Student? Which one? White Yasha, Shura, or your son?"

"Well... as far as I know, I haven't taught the people you're talking about."

"...Okay, is it white-haired or dwarf or sissy?"

Songyang snorted, covered his mouth and suppressed a smile: "You don't know their names?"

Xiaoya stared: "Of course I...cough, I've only heard of the name..."

"How are they?" Songyang asked.

Xiao Ya gave a thumbs up: "It's so handsome!"

Songyang laughed again.

After a pause, Xiao Ya said again: "I have the key."

"Ok, I know."

"not for you!"

"Ok, I know."

Looking at the smile on Songyang's face, Xiao Ya couldn't hold it anymore: "Don't you want to see your students? They are fighting for you."

"I want to see them, but I won't go."

Xiao Ya tilted his head: "Why?"

"It's not worth fighting against the shogunate and heaven for me. I can't let them have no peace from now on. They shouldn't appear on the battlefield." Songyang said, his expression a little lonely.

Xiaoya looked at him for a while, then smiled: "You still want to see them."

Songyang nodded: "Yes, I want to see them."

"Even if it's just a head?"

Song Yang looked at Xiao Ya in astonishment, but saw that he was still smiling and lazy.

Songyang bowed his head in silence, his hair hanging down, covering his face.

After a long time, he raised his head and smiled warmly.

"Yeah, even if it's just a head, I want to see them."

I want to meet them, I want to meet my students.

So, even if it's just a head, please take me back.