[Comprehensive] Teacher Songyang is always committing suicide

Songyang opened his eyes and got up.

The feeling that the power of the dragon veins in his body was quickly pulled away was too strong, he ignored the light-colored hair scattered on his shoulders, wrapped in a small quilt, was moved to the bedroom window, and looked down from the second floor.

It was about four or five o'clock in the morning, and the deserted streets were shrouded in a layer of light blue morning fog.

On the street facing Master House, a man in black was standing there, his long light-colored hair was wet with dew.

As if there was some kind of induction, as soon as Songyang appeared by the window, the man raised his head.

The red pupil met the green pupil, neither of them had much warmth in their eyes.

The man mouthed from a distance.

[Three days. ]

Song Yang lowered his eyes to look at him.

[I will come. ]

"...Songyang?"

When half of his body was embedded in the floor of the second floor, Yin called out to the person sitting by the window in a low voice.

Gui, with eyes open, was still sleeping soundly beside him. The long-haired man with a beautiful face turned his eyes from the damp and cold morning mist to the warm inner room. His light green eyes were curved with a gentle smile, and he was at peace with him just now. Jue Jue looks like two different people.

"That, I said, right?"

The silver-haired man, who is usually lazy, has a handsome and aggressive aura once he closes the distance between his eyebrows and eyes.

"Fighting or something, Ah Yin can just do it. You, Songyang, take the children at home, read and write, pinching the rice balls is enough. Even if you are injured by a sword that doesn't have long eyes, Ah Yin will bandage it yourself Wounds. Your hands belong only to shamisen and cherry blossoms, even a little bit of blood is not going to let you touch Yinyin."

"Although it seems to be talking about a handsome macho statement, but in fact, there is no way to get out of the floor."

Yinshi's face turned red in an instant: "Wh-who is to blame for this?!"

He pulled out his lower body vigorously again, and in the end it was Songyang who lifted his arm with a smile and lifted him up.When he finally stood up, Yinshi glanced at the window without a trace, and there was no one downstairs.

Two days later, A Miao, who heard that Master House had a new tenant, brought a lunch box of dark dishes to visit.Out of politeness, Songyang ate them all while holding down the restless Yin.

...For a moment, there was a feeling of being shot in the back of the head by Dazai.

After being absent-minded for more than ten seconds, Songyang regained his sanity. Songyang chewed the food in his mouth with difficulty, and then his smile gradually became dull, and he lost his mind again.

Miss A Miao's cooking actually brought him back to life several times in just a few minutes...

"Sorry, I'm a little dizzy..."

It was the first attempt to commit suicide with such a high frequency, coupled with the extremely chaotic memory recall from the past few days, even Songyang showed a weak expression, and fell down on the coffee table as if surrendering.

Shinpachi: "...Sister, should you really study cooking?"

A Miao looks like he has been hit hard.After stuffing the rest of the meal into a stalker who fell from the ceiling, she asked helplessly:

"However, the cooking training teacher has changed many times ("Because they were all poisoned to death by my sister"), and I still can't make perfect cooking ("It's enough for my sister to make normal cooking"). Does Mr. Yang have any good teachers to recommend?"

"Are you asking Songyang?"

Yinshi helped Songyang's waist so that he could lie comfortably on his lap, "When I was with this guy before, everything from cooking to sewing was done by Ah Yin. Why don't you ask him?" I."

"Speaking of which," Songyang recalled, "Xiaotaro's rice balls seem to be quite well made."

"Well?"

Gui, who buried his head in the refrigerator to steal snacks, pulled out his head.

In fact, among the students of Songmen, Gui is the one with the highest culinary skills.Although there are not many types of dishes, the daily food that is made - especially soba - can directly transform the Matsushita village school into a Matsushita restaurant.

Naturally, the small kitchen of Wanshiwu couldn't accommodate the next cooking class, so everyone moved to A Miao's dojo, where they were very busy in the kitchen.Both Gui and Elizabeth on Thursday had tall chef's hats on their heads, Songyang stood secretly at the kitchen door stealing the teacher, and was pulled in by Yinshi.

"In terms of cooking, you really should put the teacher's shelf away. After eating rice balls that are completely tasteless for so many years, there must be a reason why Ah Yin became a sweet tooth."

"It's so sad. It's those bland rice balls that raised Gintoki."

A Miao was probably cursed by something [the food in his hands will turn into burnt in an instant], and in the end, Gui's students became Kagura who can only cook eggs and rice, and those who have to improve their own food new eight.

Standing next to Gui, Songyang worked hard to shape a row of rice balls, put them in his mouth and chewed, then tilted his head and took a bite of Gui's, feeling a sense of loss.

There are still subtle differences.The amount of sushi vinegar can’t be controlled to that level of subtlety anyway. Although it’s not hard to swallow, it still has a certain distance from “delicious”.

"This time it's a little sour again."

Yinshi was entertaining himself by making red bean rice balls for himself. Seeing Songyang's distressed expression, he naturally raised his hand to scrape a grain of rice off his face and tasted it.

"For the rest of my life, I'll just eat red bean rice balls."

"I'm not a sugar addict."

Since childhood, the two of them have always been in this intimate way of getting along, and Songyang didn't feel any difference.A Miao, who was standing beside her, covered her mouth lightly, pulled Xinpachi over and asked quietly:

"Mr. Songyang is indeed Ah Yin's teacher?"

"Yes, they are teachers and students who have a good relationship."

"Ah, so that's the case. Ah Yin, this guy actually dares to attack his teacher. He really deserves to be the number one bad guy in Kabukicho."

"What is my sister talking about, what to do..."

Shinpachi shook his head helplessly, expressing that he could not understand the brain circuit of women's gossip.

Gui's free private cooking class ended up only teaching Songyang to make the rice balls more triangular.When they returned to Wanshiwu with the rice balls for teaching, Songyang said to Xinpachi very naturally: "I may have to travel a long way in two days, and I have to ask Xinpachi for a while for the account books and so on."

Not noticing the sudden stop of the two Matsumen disciples, Shinpachi scratched his head shyly and said, "Ah, I can't be as meticulous as Mr. Matsuyo...Mr. Matsuyo is going out to do some errands. Is it? When will you be back?"

Kagura, who was holding an umbrella next to him, interjected: "Mr. Beauty wants to come back soon, Aru! When the teacher is away, I will take care of Yin-chan and prevent him from going out to drink and drink. If Yin-chan hits the steel ball again, I will Put little steel balls in his ass, Alu."

Songyang patted her bun head dumbfounded, looked downstairs at Wanshiwu, put his hands on the backs of the two children and pushed forward gently: "You guys go up first. When we came out today, we seemed to be I forgot to put Dingchun's dog food in."

As soon as Kagura heard it, he immediately rushed up the stairs two steps at a time: "Sadaharu—"

Songyang turned around and faced the two students.Gui's expression was still calm, just frowning in confusion; while Yinshi's face was completely cold.

"Teacher...are you really going away, or...?"

When they were Elizabeth before, they both knew that Songyang could not stay in this world for a long time.Gui asked very carefully, "Isn't the teacher in any danger?"

Songyang blinked and showed a consoling smile: "There will be no danger. Go back to Mr. Dazai as before. This time I will stay by your side for a longer time? Next time we meet, I will definitely be able to Stay longer until you can fully live in this world."

Yinshi didn't speak, put his hands in his bosom, turned around and left.Gui showed a more confused expression, but he had a full sense of trust in Songyang as the leader since he was a child, moved his lips, but said nothing.

"Don't worry, I'll be back. After all, all the teacher's treasures are in this world."

After Yinshi left, he didn't come back until he turned off the lights and went to sleep.Kagura complained dissatisfiedly that "beautiful teacher started letting go of himself before he left, Aru", and Songyang only slightly curled his lips.He quietly closed his eyes until early in the morning, then got up from Gui who was snoring with his eyes open, put on his haori, and walked out of the master room lightly.

He didn't go directly to the mouth of the well connected to the dragon vein, but first went around the surrounding taverns and Paqingo shop.After turning around, on the way back, he walked into an uninhabited deep alley, deftly climbed up the windows of other people's houses, and finally hid above the alley.

He didn't have to wait long before he saw a man with striking silver hair in the dark night, groping in silently.Not seeing the following figure, Yinshi seemed to be taken aback for a moment, then reacted instantly and raised his head.

"Playing this set with the teacher, Silver Sauce is 500 years too early."

Smiling, Songyang jumped off Yinshi's head.I wanted to push him into the ground like before, but I didn't expect that the silver-haired student was not as docile as usual. He easily grabbed his arm and locked it back, directly imprisoning him between the wall and himself.

Once Yinshi moved for real, his usually inconspicuous muscles stretched into firm lines under the tight short sleeves, and his dark red eyes were suddenly cold, bringing a strong sense of oppression. He really looked like an unusually fierce warrior.

"Ten years."

The man whispered.

"If Ah Yin still hasn't improved at all, it's too embarrassing."

He was thrown into the ground a few times before, so it turned out that he was just playing with him?

Song Yang, who reacted belatedly, opened his eyes slightly, and mourned silently for his trump card that had been declared invalid.

"Where are you going? Who are you going to fight?"

Yinshi's lazy tone suppressed anxiety, "Why do you still show that kind of look? Why can't you just be with us in such a flat manner? Who won't let it go? Who dares not let it go?"