One day, Yoshihara.
Qingta pushed open the door of Jiang Cheng's room and looked at Jiang Cheng, who was lazily lying on his side on the floor and watching TV boredly, and instantly became angry.
Immediately afterwards, Qingta walked forward angrily, skillfully picked up the remote control and turned off the TV in front of Jiang Cheng. Then he turned to Jiang Cheng and reminded Jiang Cheng loudly:
"Hey! Brother Jiang Cheng! The show has started! Can you please pay attention to the time? Every time the production team sends me to rush you, I am also very distressed, okay! Although you can use this to appear on camera, it is completely It’s not what I want, okay!”
"I'm sorry, Haruta," Jiang Cheng waved his hand and held his forehead, with a bit of pain on his face, and said feebly: "My head hurts so much, let's just forget about today's broadcast. Maybe this is the sequelae of ending a long series." Bar."
"Is that a side effect?"
"Isn't it common?" Jiang Cheng explained seriously: "It's like traveling or something, and you feel tired after sitting on the train for a long time. This situation is similar to that."
"You can only believe it!" Haruta retorted loudly, "You obviously played games all night yesterday! The dark circles under your eyes are obviously the sequelae of playing games all night! It has nothing to do with long-distance travel! "
"So, the kid can't experience it," Jiang Cheng said leisurely, "Only the kid can stay excited on a long-distance train, but adults can't do it at all. The moment you get off the train In an instant, I feel as if I have just run a marathon. My whole body is exhausted, both physically and mentally. But it is super hard, the marathon."
"The last thing I said was the marathon! Cheer up!"
"Isn't the so-called life just a marathon?" Jiang Cheng asked rhetorically, "So it doesn't matter if you stop appropriately when you are tired and take a break for a chapter or two. No, it should be said that it doesn't matter if you take a long break."
"You are the only one who would stop and rest in the marathon of life..." Haruta twitched the corners of his eyes, and the veins on his face were twitching.
"So, everyone in front of the screen, today's "Maybe Is This Fake Gintama" is over because the author's company held a ten-kilometer marathon rally today, so bye bye." Jiang Cheng lazily stretched out his hand. He waved and said without looking back.
"There really is a marathon!" Haruta felt bad, "But in the end it has nothing to do with you! What does that orangutan's participation in the marathon have to do with you! And the show has just started, okay!" How should this situation end?! The number of words is far from enough!”
"It doesn't matter, it doesn't matter. The rest of the time can be used to fool around with the puberty diary you wrote in the novel you just finished." Jiang Cheng said nonchalantly.
"No matter what you say, it's impossible this time!" Haruta raised his head, folded his hands and snorted, "This time I have burned all the diaries! There is no ashes left at all!"
"That's it, then we can only read today's news," Jiangcheng said, picking up the Oedo Shimbun with today's date from the side, glanced at it briefly, and then handed it to Haruta, and at the same time He held his forehead and said, "No! My head hurts when I see so many words. Just read it."
"Hey!! This kind of fooling you is going too far!" Haruta shouted with his veins popping out.
"No?" Jiang Cheng asked doubtfully.
"No!" Haruta replied loudly.
"Then, there is nothing we can do. Let's leave it at that for today." After saying that, Jiang Cheng stretched and lay down on the floor again, "Good night, director, supervisor, and all the readers in front of the screen... ZZZ”
"Hey!! Have you given up completely?!"
Haruta knelt down, stretched out his hands, and began to shake Jiang Cheng violently.
"Wake up quickly. If this happens, won't I be the only one left? I can't make it through! At least make it through the remaining little time! Brother Jiang Cheng! Make it through and go to sleep again Ah, Brother Jiang Cheng!”
"It's so annoying, kid," Jiang Cheng opened his eyes, yawned, and continued impatiently: "This kind of thing doesn't matter at all. Compared with animation, what is a novel with no pictures? ?Aren’t you still clear? Novels are meant to be read with imagination. Three thousand words? Five thousand words? It doesn’t matter. Simply write two names and a location, and let the readers do the rest of the story themselves. Just imagine it!”
After saying that, Jiang Cheng gave a thumbs up to the camera and continued: "I believe in you, come on!"
"Hey! It's not like that at all! Although it does require a little imagination, what you said is just imagination!" Haruta shouted, "Every reader's imagination will be completely different. !”
"Haven't you heard? There are a thousand Hamlets in a thousand people's hearts! Haruta!" Jiang Cheng said in a stern voice, "In other words, there are a thousand copies of "Maybe the Fake Gintama" in a thousand people's hearts! That's it! If you think about it, we would have a thousand readers!”
"Why did the topic go there? Besides, we don't have a thousand readers at all! Don't deceive yourself anymore, Brother Jiang Cheng!"
"I know, I know, then let's use the old one in the end." Jiang Cheng waved his hand and continued.
"The one from the past?" Haruta suddenly thought of something. He crossed his hands in front of his chest and made a big difference. At the same time, he showed a look of disdain and continued: "No! My diary can't do it! And I just said it." , I’ve burned them all!”
"It's not that anymore," Jiang Cheng sighed. "That kind of thing means you know what's inside even if you don't read it. There's nothing new for readers at all. So, it's not necessary today."
"Hey? Isn't it? What is it for?" Haruta asked doubtfully.
"Just take a good look at it."
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"Three Years Group Z, Yinba (crossed out) Teacher Jiang Cheng!" 》
Gintama High School.
Although it seems strange, in fact it is such a school name, so there is nothing we can do about it. And there must be schools with more perverted names than this in the world, maybe.
Year 3 Z Group.
This Z is not pronounced Zetto, but Zui~. Why? Because it sounds more handsome when read this way, I don’t know whether it was the founder or the principal who said this. In fact, it is not clear whether it was really said. Although there is no real evidence, this is how Z is pronounced anyway.
If someone asks, is it really a school with so many students? If you ask questions like this, just explain that you can't respond because the person in charge is not here.
Although today was Jiang Cheng's first day at this school, he didn't show any nervousness.
Wearing a gray coat with a white shirt, but without a tie, and the buttons on the collar were unbuttoned, Jiang Cheng, who looked very casual, stood in front of the door of the third-year group Z classroom, and gently He glanced up at the house number on the classroom.
Then with the sound of the class bell ringing, he opened the classroom door and walked in.
"It's time for class, you guys." Jiang Cheng came to the podium, glanced at the students who were still fighting in the classroom with drooped eyes, and reminded them.
The students quickly sat down. Although they were confused, no one made a sound.
"Turn the textbook to page 53. Today we will talk about..." Before Jiang Cheng could finish speaking, he was interrupted by a boy wearing glasses and a student uniform who raised his hand.
"Um... who are you? Are you a teacher from the school?" Shinpachi stood up and asked, "Did you go to the wrong classroom? This class belongs to Mr. Ginpachi."
"Huh..." Jiang Cheng put down the textbook, then scratched his hair a little irritably, and muttered in a low voice: "Can't you just pretend that you don't know? It's really troublesome. Introducing yourself is really troublesome. I don't want to. do it… "
"Huh?" All the students present made a confused sound.
"I can't help it. Anyway, let me briefly introduce myself." After saying that, Jiang Cheng turned around and picked up the chalk and wrote the word "Jiang Cheng" on the blackboard. Then he turned around again and said, "Your Ginpachi-sensei, my anus exploded due to a diabetes attack yesterday, and I was notified that I need to recuperate for about half a year."
"Your school spent a lot of money to bring me over from Yetu High School next door to replace Mr. Ginpachi, who had an anal explosion, as your class teacher for this period of time. My name is on the blackboard. From now on, just call me Mr. Jiangcheng. ,do you understand?"
"Hi! Teacher Jiang Cheng!"×n
"Then let's start class again now, because I've just lectured so much and I'm really tired. Let's study by ourselves for the rest of the time." After saying that, Jiang Cheng picked up an office chair from the side and placed it in front of the podium and sat down. He waved his hands on the podium and continued: "Anyway, I don't have any other requirements, but if you wake me up, the consequences will be serious. Good night... ZZZ"
Looking at Jiang Cheng who started to sleep soundly in front of the lecture hall, Xin Bajia raised his glasses, looked at his sister, A Miao, who was wearing a sailor uniform and whispered: "Sister, this teacher looks bad-tempered. That’s great, but isn’t it too irresponsible?”
"Xin-chan, haven't you heard that rumor?" A Miao whispered back, "The most cruel teacher at Yetu High School was woken up by students while sleeping in class, and ended up beating all the students in the school to the hospital. That teacher... seems to be called Jiang Cheng... "
"No way!" Xin Bajia raised his glasses and looked at Jiang Cheng on the stage with lingering fear, who had already begun to murmur, "Is he such a cruel teacher?! What kind of teacher did our school hire... "
"And I also heard that I have an unclear relationship with Teacher Yue Yong, the health teacher at our school..."
Just as A Miao finished speaking, Jiang Cheng on the stage opened his eyes, drooped his eyelids and said, "Hey, didn't you just remind me? Why are you still so noisy?"
"No! Mr. Jiangcheng," Sougo raised his hand and pointed at Kagura, who was wearing thick glasses. "The sound was made by the foreign student Kagura secretly eating lunch, and he also raised the sausage towards me. Show off your power."
"Teacher, this is not a bento," Kagura said vaguely while eating. "In our country, I used to eat popcorn while attending class."
"Kagura, before school, copy the nutrition list your mother asked you to do before you go abroad a hundred times and submit it to my office." Jiang Cheng raised his head, glanced at Kagura lightly, then stood up and faced everyone He shouted feebly: "get out of class is over..."
"No! Uncle!" Kagura quickly stood up and shouted while eating the sausage.
"Didn't I tell you before going out in the morning? You have to call me teacher at school!" Jiang Cheng reminded, "Two hundred times!"
Kagura sat back down, weeping silently while eating the sausage, and at the same time sobbing indistinctly, she kept saying: "Two hundred times...two hundred times...two hundred times of that kind of thing...wuwuwu..."
"Teacher! You haven't stood up yet!" Kondo raised his hand.
"That kind of thing is too troublesome, I don't need it," Jiang Cheng waved his hand and said casually, "You should also remember it for me. In my class, I don't need that kind of thing during and after class. Okay, that's it. ,goodbye… "
[So...so casual...] Except for Kagura, all the students thought to themselves at the same time.
The first episode of "Three Years Group Z, Teacher Jiang Cheng" is over...
Thanks to the corporal of the Commune de France for the 500 starting coin reward.
Thanks to Dabai 034 for his two monthly passes, to Want to Hear a Guanghanqiu for his monthly pass, to Feng Ziren for his monthly pass, to Huai Zhuzi for his two monthly passes, and to Purple Red Day for his two monthly passes.
Thank you so much.
(End of chapter)