[Comprehensive] Teacher Songyang is always committing suicide

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(—How long are you going to hug?)

When Takasugi's palm was slowly stroking down along the flexible and warm back, the muscles under the palm suddenly began to tense up alertly.

"teacher……?"

The purple-haired man was taken aback for a moment, and watched helplessly as the Wen Ruan body in his arms retreated, all the way to the door.

Song Yang's expression didn't look like he suddenly became angry, or he didn't adapt to the student's hug; he even looked a little dazed himself.When Songyang retreated to the door, he supported the door frame, tried his best to maintain a calm smile, and said in a gentle voice: "Jin Zhu, I suddenly remembered something urgent——"

The hand holding the door frame was also torn off.Songyang was dragged by the empty chain in his body, almost fell down the dilapidated stairs of the hotel, scratched his forehead on the small bookshelf on the wall, and kicked over the food bowl for wild cats at the door. He stumbled to the street.

Gao Shan was still in the same place, looking at his empty arms:? ? ?

"...Xu, Xu?" Songyang tried his best to put down the arm that wanted to grab his long hair, in order not to let the crowd on the street cast crazy eyes on him, "At least go back to the private school first—"

It seems that he can't even go back to his private school.He stumbled, knocked over a high stack of discarded comics, and fell straight into a deserted alley.

This time the virtual situation is different from the past.

Sometimes Songyang feels that his body has become a hotel, and he comes back to sit and sit when he is vainly happy, and slams the door and leaves when he is not happy.If there is any difference this time, it is that before Xu came back, he would have a premonition of being approached—this is why when he came back from other worlds before, Xu always waited for him with an expression that he had expected— And not this time.

The void seems to be formed out of thin air, condensed in the unformed swamp.

(I thought it was finally over.)

Xu Xu's blood-red eyes were deep and cold, and his voice was also deep and cold, and it sounded a bit depressed when he listened carefully.

(It turns out that it can be reborn from the dragon's veins, and it's a disgusting picture when you open your eyes.)

Songyang propped himself up helplessly, and sat up from the dirty ground.It seems that every time Xu appears, he can make him into a mess, and by the way, abuse everyone who happens to be around him——

and many more.

Xu didn't do anything to Assistant Jin this time?

After many months, Songyang once again stood in the swamp of consciousness.

The black water surface is not as waist-high as in the past, but shallowly covers the ankles, and there are countless cherry blossoms swirling and floating on the water surface.Standing alone in the middle of the water, holding the knife at his waist, Xu Xu didn't know what he was thinking with his red eyes drooping, and his bangs didn't go up.

Xu stared at Songyang for half a minute.

After seeing enough, he didn't say anything, turned around and left with a cold face.

Although his body was habitually guarding him, Songyang still couldn't help asking.

(Hairspray...not enough?)

Xu: ...

Of course, he will never tell Songyang how he got through those days after he was blasted to the moon by Saitama's punch.

Is it life or death?He hasn't died since he was born, so he doesn't even know what the "no feeling" of death feels like.Intellectually know that it is impossible for human beings to survive in such an environment, but the remaining dragon blood in the body is still working tenaciously.

Then one day, the remaining Altana in his body was finally used up.

This is [the end], right?

he thinks.

Death doesn't seem to be as gentle as imagined.

There is only boundless darkness and loneliness - isn't it still the same as when I was alive.

Then he recalled bits and pieces of the past.

He had already forgotten about such insignificant things, and Songyang probably wouldn't remember them either.

The cessation of consciousness seems to be only a momentary event.In the next second, the reshaping of the dragon veins was completed, and he was still living in Songyang's body well.

...Damn it, you can't die like this.

It's rare for Xu not to do anything, Songyang looked at his dark back, and always felt that he seemed to have been hit hard...

But the two have been at odds for too long, and he can't go up and hug him like a student; Xu probably thinks that Songyang is going to stab him in the back.

Inexplicably dragged Songyang out of two streets, and inexplicably sat in the depths of his consciousness without moving. Xu who came back this time always felt something strange.Although he regained control of the sovereignty of his body, Songyang was still very careful. He closed the door after returning to the private school, and then suspended classes for a few days due to illness.

Even if this period of time is gone, the toxins in his body will still attack from time to time, so when Songyang opened the drawer and saw the bottle containing only a few pills, he still sighed with a headache.If you want to ask Jin Zhu to help him bring another batch back, it will inevitably make the students worry for a long time.

Xu looked at the medicine bottle with his eyes.Normally, at such times, the Void Demon King would force him to say something, like killing three thousand enemies and self-defeating eight hundred, or self-torture for reptiles like humans, but this time he didn't say anything.His silence actually surprised Song Yang for a long time: he even wondered if Xu had met a strong enemy outside and made Xu Yao stupid.

(I am the strongest.)

Hearing his inner voice, Xu half raised his eyelids, and replied coldly.

...Primary school student, you are.

When the students heard him call him sick, of course they would rush over to him, only to be reassured by Songyang's smiling "I just want to be lazy and take a break for a while".Gao Shan's child was very sensitive, and Songyang tried to coax him for a long time, so that he didn't let him think that his confession caused his abnormality.The students had a long-standing feud with Xu, so he naturally wanted to conceal Xu's existence as much as possible.

When seeing Gintoki and Takasugi, Xu still wanted to rush out to kill, but Songyang carefully suppressed them.

(Please. I am already very happy to be able to live beside everyone like this.)

Of course there was no false response.

When there is a dog living in the body, the energy consumption is twice as much as usual; because even when sleeping, you have to worry about whether the dog will run out on its own.It was probably because he hadn't slept well for a long time. On a cool afternoon in late autumn, Songyang leaned on the low table and read a book, and fell asleep.

500 years ago, it was the Muromachi period, right?

Wanting to imitate humans, he picked up some small stones and leaves, and placed them in a circle around himself.This stone is his father, this one is his mother, this one is his teacher, and this one is his friend.The child with light hair and red pupils was also very happy talking to the stone.

"...This is, this is that undead monster!"

It's clearly still human.There are no devil's horns growing out of the soft, light-colored hair.The moment his young heart was pierced by a knife, he fell to the ground, looking at a circle of small stones stained red with blood.Pink and white cherry blossom petals fluttered down, covering his head and body.

If those were really his parents, his teachers and friends, would they feel distressed seeing this scene?He imagined their distressed expressions for him, and felt a little happier.But after imagining it, what was in front of him was still a cold stone.

--if

- if accompanied

Longing to the point where the heart aches.

On the stone named [Partner], a phantom grows swaying.The greenness of early spring is in the gentle eyes.

This body, which will be filled with countless personalities in the future, welcomes its first young resident.

"Are you longing to be loved? Then, I will ask everyone to give you love. If you talk about it carefully, we will definitely be understood."

The other half with pale green pupils was analyzed in this way.The half of him studied awkwardly and exhaustively, picking up smiles from the faces of the most popular people in the village and stealing knowledge from holes in the walls of private schools.He washed his face by the river, washed and dried the blood-stained clothes, his big eyes were bent, like a little angel who accidentally fell into the mortal world.

Despite his small stature, he held a small bucket to fetch water for Tian Han who broke his leg while working, helped the elderly living alone to buy vegetables and rice, and held an umbrella for a dirty stray dog. His little face was cold from the rain .

The most soft-hearted woman in the village came to ask him quietly, and he sincerely expressed his wish: "I don't know what I did wrong to be hated by everyone; I don't know why the dead come back to life It will become like this. If possible, I hope to live normally and be loved like everyone else.”

"I see……"

"Is it because I don't know?"

"Oh. It may be some kind of disease..."

"If there is a curse, it is also the curse's fault, not his fault..."

"I don't have any parents...it's very pitiful."

People in the village talked about it.

The old man who lived alone did not talk to him, nor would he pay attention to him.But on the day of the March [-]th Festival in the village, the old man shook his little hand and turned away. He opened his white and soft palm, and there were small rough-shaped candies in it, which the old man probably brewed secretly by himself.

They were all pleasantly surprised.

"Look, we also have candy!" The child with light green eyes clutched the candy, hoping, "Really, we are 7 years old this year!"

(will it be sweet?)

"Then you taste it first."

He tasted it.

Very sweet.

The sweet taste still remained between the lips and teeth, but Huanmeng was cut off as if someone suddenly intercepted it.When Songyang woke up, he didn't even know where he was, so he held his forehead for a long time before he came back to his senses.

This memory was really too long ago, and he really didn't remember it.After all, the capacity of the brain is limited, and such an ordinary and fleeting time has long been covered by hundreds of years of bloody fighting.

He subconsciously looked at the void.Sitting silently with his back facing him, the hem of the black kimono almost blended with the boundless black swamp.Xu and his consciousness are intertwined and influenced each other, and he had this dream without warning, which means that this is a memory that Xu only remembered recently and is quite concerned about.

——What happened after that?

Not sure whether to ask Xu, Songyang had to rack his brains to recall, piece together the details of the dream intermittently.The traces of the dream being cut off were so obvious that he even suspected that Xu had discovered that he had dreamed about something from the past and had awakened him directly.

(so what are you asking?)

Xu suddenly made a sound.

(Is there any difference between the 500-year smile and the first 500-year smile? For me as the main character, it’s just a little mouse that steals my body.)

Songyang really has nothing to do with him.Even though he wanted to know what happened later, there was a gap of hundreds of years between his first appearance and his second appearance—but he would never know about his hypocritical attitude in his life.

Seeing that Xu didn't seem to want to make trouble, Songyang tried to reopen the private school and resumed normal communication.While thinking about the feelings of the students, and worrying about other things at the same time, Songyang was so busy that he always felt as if he had forgotten something very important.

After the last autumn rain in Kabukicho, a white-haired man carrying a wooden box appeared at the end of the street.