[Comprehensive] Teacher Songyang is always committing suicide

"That... still fighting?"

Songyang only wore simple armor, and did not wear the face and body to protect the head and chest.Genichiro Sanada was still very dissatisfied with this before the battle, but there is no way. People who are used to actual combat usually find it difficult to adapt to protective gear.

He carefully approached Genichiro Sanada, who was lying dead, and lifted his mask to check his expression.The boy who was knocked down by one blow let out a breath like drowning, and said hoarsely: "The internal organs... seem to be...displaced..."

Songyang frowned and probed the other party's bones.

"No. It's an illusion."

Seeing that Genichiro Sanada refused to fight, Satsuyo also sat beside him and untied the armor.

"Well, am I an interesting opponent?"

"...I don't want to practice kendo for the rest of my life."

Song Yang smiled.

"Then try playing a game of tennis again. Although I've never played...but I still know the rules."

He dragged Sanada, who was ashamed, to the outdoor tennis court of Lihai University. Because everyone was practicing with equipment in the gymnasium, the court was empty at this time.

Genichiro Sanada refreshed his understanding of this fair-skinned and beautiful new friend.Judging from the kendo competition that lasted only 10 seconds, this person's five-dimensional map should have exceeded the range of human measurement. No matter what kind of sport he is, he should be able to quickly become a first-class player.So in the following tennis match, even he couldn't help but feel dreadful in his heart—he couldn't bear to be hanged and beaten again.

But soon, he realized that he was worrying too much.

"...Well, that's not how the racket is held. It's not hitting flies."

"... Please also catch at least one ball."

"...don't split the ball in half with the racket, please hit the ball whole back into my court."

"...Again, it's not a fly, please stop hitting the ball on the ground."

Super-class physical strength, super-class reaction speed, excellent dynamic vision, plus fifth-rate comprehension ability.Although I can flash to the place where the ball hits the ground every time, I don't know how to hit it back.One can't help but think that this guy has learned kendo for hundreds of years in order to make the sword so superb.

Genichiro Sanada subtly found the pleasure of abusing food. I have to say, watching the guy who knocked himself down with a bamboo knife running around the field is really a great pleasure.It wasn't until Songyang stroked his sweaty bangs and asked him: "What's the score now?" He didn't realize that there was no scoring from the beginning.

The last time I played tennis without scoring seemed to be the first time a kindergarten touched a children's racket.It was purely for fun and exercise. I played with the children in the class so much that I even forgot to go home for dinner.Later, the score was added for the sake of stimulation, and then began to participate in the competition, began to yearn for victory, assumed the responsibility of the club, and established itself as the champion of Dalian.

Forget the national championships and the world No. [-], and see the whole world with only courts and bouncing tennis balls. This feeling seems to have never been felt before.

After Songyang smashed an incoming ball, he found that the black-faced Sanada on the opposite side began to glow.

He grabbed the racket and froze in place.

………… Hit, hit until you transform! !

Even the gymnasium was illuminated by the holy light.Yukimura Seiichi opened his eyes slightly, "The limit of seamlessness?"

Genichiro Sanada on the opposite side of the court was covered with a soft light. His black hair floated up slightly in ignorance of the gravity of the earth. Even the hat on his head floated up, floating all the way up like a hydrogen balloon - he said: " I serve."

Songyang's expression tightened, knowing that this was the end of reading the article, and he was going to make a big move.Holding the racket tightly in his hand, he raised his voice: "I'm ready!"

The invisible racket, and even the sound of hitting the ball are sucked into the vacuum.Compared with the comet-like radiant serve last time, it was even more void. The moment it hit the ground, an extremely dense mass point was formed in the center of the court.Songyang saw that even the net was being driven towards the direction of the ball, and he looked down to see that it was... a black hole...

...Stop it, you're hitting a black hole, this isn't tennis at all! !

"[Xu Wuji]." After reading out the name of the new serve, Sanada Genichiro said calmly, "If you don't leave the landing point, you will be sucked in."

He looked across, his expression concentrated.

The long-haired young man who had spared no effort to help him and encourage him to pass a milestone, slowly stood up straight at this moment.Before being swallowed by the black hole, the young man smiled slightly at him.

"I knew Sanada-san would definitely be able to do it."

"...Mr. Songyang——!!"

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...Although the suicide method of being "swallowed by a black hole hit by a tennis ball" is full of fantasy, it doesn't matter, a ball that can kill is a good ball—and at least it is more comfortable than being hit in the head.

In the moment when his consciousness was slightly blurred, he was ready to see Xu's coffin face when he opened his eyes.However, when he woke up this time, he found that he did not appear in the dark sea of ​​consciousness.Instead, his place is warm and bright, and looks like a lively bistro.

"Are you motivated? Finally, someone will give you a temporary job."

A smoking mother-in-law was sitting next to him with her legs crossed, her face pretending to be bored, "If you blow up the water pipe, please be careful to beat you to Chaoyin."

The name Chaoyin sounded familiar, and Songyang tried to open his mouth to ask something, but found that he could not make a sound, nor could he move freely.His consciousness could only be limited to looking around in one area, but he couldn't move.

Could it be the ground-bound spirit state?

"okay."

Songyang really got excited when the curly-haired boy lazily scratching his head appeared in front of him.

Silver hour!

This time when I came back, I bumped into Yinshi directly!

The boy looked about 18 to 19 years old, his face still showed some traces of malnutrition and thinness, and his shoulder bones were also propped up lonely under the yellowed kimono.When he was not complaining or being stupid, Yinshi looked at people with a kind of cold eyes, with an inherent indifference and world-weariness; compared with the squeaking Yinjiang in the private school, now it is more like when Songyang just picked him up. look.

He wanted to wave to Yinshi, but found that he couldn't even find his hand anywhere.

"Here, the advance payment."

The mother-in-law who was smoking casually threw an envelope on the table. The envelope was not sealed, and a few banknotes came out.Yinshi stepped forward to put the banknotes back, and put the envelope into his pocket.

"Hey, dead natural roll."

"So what."

Gintoki showed a somewhat bored expression, and turned around holding the door frame.

"Take this away. Chaoyin has to receive guests that night, so you can only get up early in the morning to fix it."

Song Yang thought that his mother-in-law was going to give him something, but the mother-in-law leaned over to grab him and threw him to Yinshi.

...So what is he now? !

Yin Shi weighed him in his arms, and said with disgust: "No need, it's just autumn. It's troublesome to bring a quilt."

...Is it a quilt? !Why is there a quilt that needs personality? !

The mother-in-law was laying out the account books and settling accounts, so she didn't bother to talk to him, and waved to him casually.Yinshi just wanted to put down the quilt, he paused, and moved a little closer to sniff.

"Hey little pervert, you don't even let the old woman's quilt go."

"... long-winded."

Saying no, Yin Shi still carried the bedding and went out with the toolbox.

The quilt was hung on his back by Song Yang, and he looked at the surrounding street scene with a 360-degree view.This is a street that doesn't seem to have been bombarded. The street is full of chaos. There are traders, heavenly beings, gangsters, and warriors. It looks like a gray boundary that everyone knows.

Some wanderers on the side of the road were smoking and telling vulgar jokes. When they saw Yinshi was young, they came up to him with a smile and asked him to borrow money.Yinshi didn't say anything, took out the stack of money from his arms, and threw it on the face of the person opposite.

The little quilt who was poor when he was carrying silver. Songyang: ...Wait, what's the matter with this child, don't give it all!

"take it."

Still looking bored, Gintoki walked straight through the ronin.

He walked for nearly an hour and arrived at the end of the long street.Compared with the middle part of the street, it is much sparser here, and most of the soldiers and prostitutes in armor are wandering the streets.Yinshi took out a torn piece of paper, compared the names of the shops, and found a shop called [Ye Ying].

"Is this your first time here? Accompanying wine is 2000/hour, massage is 5000, plus 2000 can be used for mouth. This performance is not available for the time being, and the store is full tonight."

"I'm from the house of everything."

The young lady at the front desk put on a strapless kimono. "Miss Chaoyin is waiting for you, this way please."

"Could you just tell me where to fix it?"

As Party B used a completely blunt tone, the young lady at the front desk didn't get angry, she covered her sleeves and secretly smiled.She turned her head and called Chaoyin affectionately into the store, and a woman with a familiar face stepped out slowly.

The quilt on Yinshi's back, Song Yang, finally remembered where he had heard the name Chao Yin.Yinshi used to secretly go shopping in Huajie when he was a child, but he almost got himself into it when he ran to look for him.The oiran who drugged her wine at that time was Chaoyin in front of her.

Yinshi stepped back subconsciously, and the middle-aged woman holding a pipe lazily leaned on the counter at the door, and said, "I don't want to catch up with you, why are you running?"

While taking Yinshi to check the water pipes in the store, the quilt Songyang learned about Yinshi's current situation in bits and pieces.In a nutshell, Yinshi is temporarily staying at the home of his mother-in-law named Dengshi, and at first he also helped in the tavern of Dengshi's mother-in-law. house of everything.So far, only Chaoyin, who is a good friend of Dengshi, patronizes his business.

"Boy with natural curls, how long do you plan to stay in Dengshi?"

"You can go now."

Chaoyin choked on the smoke and smiled, "Where are you going?"

"Go to hell."

Yinshi spoke very aggressively, Chaoyin shook his head helplessly, and put down the pipe.

"It's not as cute as when I was a child. Fix the water pipe for me first, and then I'll consider whether to recommend some stores to you after the repair."

Chaoyin threw Yinshi into a cramped utility room and told him to get up at three o'clock in the morning.Her shop is a custom shop that accommodates low-level prostitutes. There are very few customers who spend the night here, and they usually leave after having sex.Early morning is the time when the number of passengers is the least, so as not to affect the elegant mood of the guests.

Yinshi put down the tools in the storage room where his hands and feet could not be stretched straight, and unfolded the quilt to wrap it up.Although it was pitch black, the little quilt, Songyang, knew that he was not asleep.Yinshi opened his dark red eyes in the darkness, half of his face was buried in the quilt, and he didn't know what he was thinking.

Silver hour silver hour!

However, no matter how much Songyang calls him, Yinshi seems to be unable to hear him.He also had no choice but to give up, concentrating his consciousness on a flower in the quilt, and being bored by Yinshi's side.

The sound insulation in the store is not good, the women upstairs and next door were babbling, and Yinshi made a "tsk", and the whole person got under the quilt.

——In this way, only the smell of Songyang is left in the whole world.