[Comprehensive] Teacher Songyang is always committing suicide

[The patient should rest well. ]

Sighing, not wanting to argue with the off-line child, Songyang pushed him down on the quilt and pulled the corner of the quilt for him.

It was just a simple action, but this guy actually blushed.

"Madam, please don't be so gentle with me...Well, although I have a soft spot for NTR, as a samurai, I will never bully the wife of my best friend."

...from the moment you say ntr, you are already disqualified as a samurai.

[So I'm just a temporary worker. ]

"Is Elizabeth going to work as a temporary worker?" Gui closed his eyes, with crystal tears streaming from the corners of his eyes, "Yes, even if I laugh and laugh with me on weekdays, if the barbarians can't pay their wages, it will be difficult to support their families. Mrs. You must have suffered a lot. Your husband fought for the country on the front line. You take care of the whole family and become the strongest spiritual support for your husband. What a beautiful, strong, great and gentle wife! Silent warrior behind men."

...a complete communication failure.

If possible, I really want to visit his teacher, how to teach this kind of radio wave brain.

Songyang, who came to this conclusion decisively, decided not to pay attention to his nagging words, picked up some brackets, built a small fire stove, boiled a pot of hot water in the alley behind the ramen shop, put some Soak the crushed ginger.

"...too, too, too spicy!"

Even if he said that, Song Yang pinched his nose and poured Gui down.

Gui talked there for a long time by himself, and finally got tired, so he buried himself in the quilt obediently to sweat.During the period, Ji Song visited once and brought some cold medicine and alcohol.Songyang would mix alcohol with water every once in a while to wipe Gui's forehead, hands and feet.This repeated until night fell, and Gui's body seemed not to be so hot anymore.

[Are you feeling better? ]

Seeing Gui woke up refreshed, Songyang brought him the buckwheat noodles that Jisong brought in.Speaking of which, Jisong is really a gentle girl, I hope they won't hurt her.

"Wow, what a long dream."

Gui snorted as he ate the buckwheat noodles, with two sticks of noodles flying from the corners of his mouth, and his speech was slurred.

[It looks like a sweet dream. ]

The opponent's chopsticks stopped for a moment, nodded, and buried his head in the ramen bowl again.

He didn't seem like he wanted to say much.

The rain continued to fall on Tuesday.Gui hugged his stomach and hiccupped, suddenly remembered something, and giggled silly.

Songyang: ...

I don't know where the child's brain has gone wrong again.

"No, ma'am, I just remembered something stupid from long ago. If I hadn't dreamed, I thought I would just forget it."

[Black history? ]

"It seems that one year, the students in the class were very keen to pretend to be sick. Because sick children can not go to class, and can live in the teacher's room and be watched by the teacher 24 hours a day. This is heavenly treatment. So a business pipeline like 'sick leave vouchers' has been developed."

...Don't sell your teacher's kindness as a handshake ticket.

"As a result, the teacher saw through the students who were pretending to be sick, so he just kept on doing nothing, and the students began to deliberately torture themselves to get sick. The two students who were better at that time and I belonged to the physique that it is difficult to get sick no matter how hard we try to die. Because of this, a university-level master controller issued a firm declaration that "I will enter that heavenly room even if I die".

"So we worked desperately, ran five kilometers, took cold showers, turned on the fan, and slept on the ground when it rained. Whenever a partner wants to give up, another partner will hold it His hand told him with firm eyes: Do it again! Every time, we will work hard as if it were the last time. One day, one day we can also enjoy the teacher's happiness with wet towels on our foreheads like other students. Knee pillow!"

...It kind of ignited for no reason, because it meant a completely unknown target.

"In the last year, the cold air suddenly struck, and all the children in the village school were crushed in an instant. Everyone lay neatly in the teacher's room, so that the teacher had no place to step down. Looking back now, I was really childish and naive. Ridiculously competitive, hahahaha."

...Sorry, I'm the only one who wants to know your teacher's mood at that moment?

——It must be very depressing.

For some reason, just as Song Yang finished complaining in his heart, an inexplicable sense of depression surged up.Ah, in short, it's okay to be so depressed that you can't complain, what a bunch of worry-free kids.

Gui smirked there for a long time, the laughter subsided, and he stared blankly at the rain outside the window in a daze.Songyang quietly found out his temporary labor contract. According to the contract time, he was only in charge of the Tuesday shift, and someone should have changed shifts with him in the early morning.

Where will he go after the shift?I really don't know.The world is really unfriendly to people with amnesia.

But he couldn't say why, but he still wanted to stay by Gui's side for a while longer.Let's see how he is recovering from his illness, and whether he will be hunted down by the police in the future.

"Ma'am, what is that?"

Gui poked his head curiously.Songyang didn't avoid him either, and showed him the temporary labor contract openly.So it is said that he is just a temporary worker, and his goosebumps come out after yelling at one wife.

"Is it your husband's contract? Wait, this is a completely unequal agreement, and I didn't see where the salary was written, so your milk powder money..."

Gui watched and muttered until the sound stopped abruptly.

His gaze stopped at the signing place of Party B.

Songyang stretched his head to look at it. At that time, the abnormal supervisor asked him to sign, so he had no choice but to sign the name "Yoshida Songyang" that he only remembered.Any questions?He looked at Gui, and Gui also looked up at him.I don't know if it's an illusion, but Gui's expression seems to have changed in an instant, and he looks completely different from the guy who was offline before.

"Is this your name?" Gui asked calmly.

He nodded.

"Is it your real name? Or did someone tell you? To me, this is a very important person."

The other party confirmed it so solemnly, but he hesitated instead.In the final analysis, he didn't know whether he used this name without authorization.

The name "Yoshida Shoyo" seems to maintain many beautiful bonds; and the only memory he can confirm at this moment is the maliciousness of having his eyes gouged out countless times.

Seeing his hesitation, Gui didn't press further.He checked the name carefully, and took the wooden sign that Songyang had written before and put it together, repeatedly copying his handwriting on the blank paper.Then, he took out a pack of things wrapped in an oilcloth from his old wet clothes, and took out a textbook with a green cover from the oilcloth.

Songyang didn't know what he was doing, and couldn't intervene, so he went to light the oil lamp for him, and sat on the sidelines in a daze.Gui seems to be repeatedly comparing the words on the textbook and the wooden sign, carefully copying every outline and every bend on the paper.He looked focused and devoted, even the wick of the oil lamp snapped, and the room became dark all of a sudden. He just moved closer to the window of the ingredients warehouse and continued the comparison by the light on the side of the road.

Songyang got up and went to find him something that could shine.

Gui's trembling breathing came from the darkness.After a while, he still spoke, his voice was very soft, but extremely firm:

"teacher."