May Be the Fake Gintama - Chapter 792: : perfection and imperfection.

Compared with Songyang, the students are more afraid of the obi who stands at the school gate every morning wearing a sports uniform to check on work.

Not because of the scar on his face, but because the dean always had a straight face and rarely showed many smiles.

It’s not that she doesn’t smile at all, but she always smiles behind her back from the students.

Before a student stumbled across the dean looking at the students’ progressing sports score sheets and smiling reassuringly behind the students’ backs, all the students thought the dean couldn’t smile at all.

After that, I realized that the dean just didn’t like to laugh in front of the students, he just pretended to be serious.

The physical education classes at Oboro are always strict, and the students are very serious in all physical fitness requirements.

Therefore, the students always turn to Songyang, who is more gentle, to watch the class during the physical education class, in an attempt to make Hao lower his standards in this way.

But… useless.

…

When Jiang Cheng came to this remote primary school in the deep countryside, he was wearing a sports suit and wearing a whistle around his neck, leading a dozen students to a gym class on the playground.

“There’s one second left before the perfect score, keep working hard.”

“Hey—” the student who had just finished running took a long note, “I’ve worked really hard.”

“It’s not hard enough, do it again!”

This iron-faced Hell King is not at all sympathetic.

Song Yang, who was on the side, seemed a little disgusted, and came out and said, “That… The students have worked very hard, so I will leave it for today…”

“Don’t get in the way! Songyang! This is my gym class!

They clearly still have the power to spare! It’s too early to give up!

Obviously I can do my best, but because I am slack and perfunctory, as a physical education teacher, I will never allow it! ”

Songyang just smiled bitterly.

My big disciple has really grown up, and even the teacher dared to teach him, and he left himself speechless.

but…

boom!

After smashing Hao into Mother Earth’s arms with a fist, Songyang, who felt that something he had suppressed for a long time was released, smiled and raised an index finger at the students.

“The physical education teacher suddenly fell ill, so in today’s physical education class, let’s play together~”

“Hi-” ×n

“No! This is my gym class!” Oboro said with a serious face, who didn’t lose consciousness.

A certain elementary school student reminded in a low voice: “Mr. Songyang, do it again, it’s almost the same.”

Looking at all the teachers and students in the school, Jiang Cheng felt a little emotional, but he didn’t have much nostalgia and reluctance, turned around and left slowly.

At the same time, Songyang, who was playing with the students, suddenly felt something, stopped what he was doing and looked outside the empty school gate.

…

A few days later, Jiang Cheng, carrying a bottle of wine, came to a cemetery that had only been repaired in recent years.

In the past, this place was just a random grave, where Jiang Cheng and many of their former partners were buried.

“Inoue, your sister married a nice man. Although I didn’t go to the wedding for you, Gao Zai and the others went.”

“Santa, the teacher has also returned.”

“And this country has also been saved.”

“The world has also changed.”

“Your long battle… is finally over.”

Jiang Cheng passed one tombstone without a name written on it, whispering the names of his former partners one after another.

No one would have thought that this man, who couldn’t even remember women’s names, could remember the names of so many partners so clearly, or that he would never forget them.

For Jiang Cheng, everyone’s name here is not just an ordinary name, but a fresh life.

Jiang Chengcheng is such a contradictory person. He is obviously a murderer who kills without blinking an eye, but he values ​​life more than anyone else.

It was almost dusk, and Jiang Cheng had only the last glass of wine left.

“The last cup, I will give it to myself.”

…

In this era, there are some people who are not in a hurry to put the sword in their hands, such as Takasugi and his ghost soldiers.

In this new era, there are still many hidden threats, such as some of the shogun’s slippery fish that Sasaki missed at the time.

They hide in the corners of this country, and because their power is too weak, they endure it, and even secretly collude with the gods and men who are dissatisfied with the new government of the earth.

What Takasugi and the Ghost Soldiers have been doing in recent years is to spontaneously pursue and deal with such guys.

Perhaps for this country, there is no need for anyone to do this now, but Takasugi still did not put down his sword and the obsession in his heart.

Probably because I felt that I couldn’t do anything, so I wanted to fill the regrets and vacancies in my heart.

…

Just passing by Takasugi, came to the cemetery.

This was also the first time Takasugi came here.

Looking at those former comrades-in-arms, Takasugi just stood quietly.

Takasugi didn’t understand until it was all over five years ago.

Fifteen years ago, on the day when the war against foreigners ended, the four stood in front of the graves of their comrades-in-arms with swords in them, and turned away in four directions as if they had made an appointment. Not just myself.

And such a fool.

But he never showed it.

It would be great if… I was aware of it at that moment.

He definitely looked back at that time, just like himself, but…missed.

Takasugi, who slowly retracted his thoughts, turned around slowly, just as he was about to leave, he suddenly saw a back figure that was gradually receding not far away.

The back that looks like that person… unexpectedly.

Although Takasugi wanted to catch up for a moment, he finally stopped.

that person…

is no longer there.

…

Jiang Cheng returned to Edo and returned to Kabukicho.

He was preparing to go to the last stop of this extraordinary time travel, but before he could start, the cold raindrops hit the ground in front of him.

In a few seconds, the light rain fell, and in a short while, Jiang Cheng’s hair and shoulders were wet.

But he didn’t care, he lifted his foot and walked towards his destination, but at this moment, a somewhat worn umbrella was thrown at Jiang Cheng’s feet.

“It’s just a broken umbrella that has been abandoned for a long time and has not been used for a long time. If you don’t dislike it, take it, otherwise you will catch a cold.”

In the bookstore on one side, Jiang Hua, who was standing at the counter smoking a cigarette, spoke softly.

“Ah…thank you.”

As Jiang Cheng bent down to pick up the umbrella, he thanked him softly.

…

The last place Jiang Cheng came to was not the old Yoshihara, but a small cemetery not far from Yoshihara.

In the light rain, Jiang Cheng, holding an umbrella and standing in front of two tombstones, looked at the tombstones engraved with the names of “Jiang Cheng” and “Yue Yong” with a gentle expression.

“What an idiot woman…”

Jiang Cheng muttered to himself softly, and there seemed to be some tenderness and complaints in his sighing voice.

“Is it an acquaintance?”

The sound of the sun wheel came from the side.

“Ah, so be it.”

“It’s been more than two years.” Sun Wheel, who walked step by step with a cane in one hand and an umbrella in the other, spoke with a bit of relief.

On the side is the thirteen-year-old Harita who is holding an umbrella and holding two bouquets of flowers and a bottle of wine, who has obviously grown a lot.

“Is it…”

“Ah,” Sun Lun came to Yueyong’s tombstone with a smile in his eyes, “but for this child, this is also the ending he expected. After all, some things no longer need to be protected by his own hands, so in In the end, I can walk to the person I deeply love without any worries.”

Jiang Cheng didn’t answer, just quietly looked at the tombstone in front of him.

Putting down her crutches, the sun wheel crouched down, took the bouquet from the hands of Harita who was silent, and placed them in front of the two tombstones.

Looking at the sun wheel that finished all this and poured two more glasses of wine, Qingta hurriedly reminded: “Mom! One glass is enough! If Sister Yueyong drinks, it will be a very serious situation!”

“That’s just like the two of them, right?” Sun Lun covered his face and smiled, “Even in that kind of place, those two people wouldn’t get along in harmony.”

Qingtai curled her lips: “That’s what I said… But don’t you think Brother Jiang Cheng is a bit pitiful? In hell, I have to face the drunken mad sister Yueyong or something…”

…really pathetic.

Jiang Cheng responded silently in his heart.

“It’s alright, isn’t that what they like? I forgot that when the two of them were still alive, Yueyue often deliberately went to Jiang Chengsang’s room to drink alcohol and only reappeared the next day.”

Hey? What’s the meaning? What does this woman mean by doing that? what did she do to me? Is she that type?

Qingta blushed and reminded: “Don’t talk about this kind of thing! There are still outsiders here! By the way, there is a son who has just entered adolescence!”

“However, these two people are also half-hearted, and they didn’t show their intentions until the last moment. One person just wants to fulfill the mission he imposed on himself and keeps rejecting it, the other person just wants to Stay by the side of the one you love, even if it’s **** ahead. In the end, you’re still arguing every day…”

…

Qingta and Sun Wheel have been gone for a long time, and Jiang Cheng is still standing alone in front of the tombstone, standing for a long time without moving.

“How? This future.”

After hearing Xiaoyu’s voice and the gradually approaching footsteps, Jiang Cheng raised his head and sighed softly: “Ah, it is indeed a good future, it is like a dream-like future that I hope for. Ah~ I have no regrets, send me back, Xiaoyu.”

“Really do nothing?”

“Why do what?”

“Lord Jiang Cheng, you… don’t you ask what happened after you woke up? Or do you already know?”

“For the time being… It’s okay.” After speaking, Jiang Cheng glanced down at his body, “After all, I feel the sense of disobedience in my body now. I’m really patient, and it has been lurking for so long…”

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