Maybe a Fake Gintama - Chapter 443

[Chapter 402 : Take a proper rest after the long novel is over!]

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One day, Yoshihara.

Qingtai pushed open Jiang Cheng’s door and looked at Jiang Cheng, who was lying on the floor lazily, watching TV boredly, and instantly became angry.

Immediately afterwards, Qingtai stepped forward angrily, picked up the remote control skillfully and turned off the TV in front of Jiang Cheng, then turned to face Jiang Cheng and reminded loudly:

“Hey! Brother Jiang Cheng! The broadcast has already started! Can you also pay attention to the time? Every time the production team sends me to urge you, I am also very distressed! Although I can use this to appear on the scene, it is completely It’s not what I want, okay?”

“I’m sorry, Qingtai,” Jiang Cheng waved his hand, holding his forehead, showing a bit of pain on his face, and said weakly, “My head hurts so much, let’s forget about today’s broadcast, maybe this is the sequelae of ending a long story. Bar.”

“Is that a sequelae?!”

“Isn’t it common?” Jiang Cheng explained solemnly: “It’s like traveling, you feel tired after sitting on the train for a long time. This kind of situation is similar to that.”

“The devil believes it!” Qingta retorted loudly, “You obviously played games all night yesterday! The dark circles under your eyes are obviously the sequelae after playing games all night! It has nothing to do with long-distance travel at all! ”

“So, a kid can’t understand it,” Jiang Cheng said leisurely, “only a kid can stay excited all the way on a long-distance train, but adults don’t. In an instant, it was as if I had just run a marathon, I was exhausted, both physically and mentally. But it was super hard, marathon.”

“The last thing I said was a marathon! Cheer me up!”

“Isn’t the so-called life a marathon?” Jiang Cheng asked rhetorically, “So it doesn’t matter if you stop when you are tired, and take a chapter or two to rest. No, it should be said that it doesn’t matter if you take a long break.”

“You are the only one who will stop and rest in the marathon of life…” Qingta twitched the corners of her eyes, the blue veins on her face jumping.

“So, everyone in front of the screen, today’s “Maybe This Fake Gintama” is over because the author’s unit held a ten-kilometer marathon rally today, so it’s over now, bye bye.” Jiang Cheng stretched out his hand lazily. He shook his head and said without looking back.

“There’s really a marathon!” Qingtai felt bad, “But after all, it has nothing to do with you! What does that orangutan have to do with participating in the marathon! And the broadcast has just begun, okay? How should this situation end?! The number of words is far from enough!”

“It’s alright, it’s alright. For the rest of the time, just use the diary you wrote in the long story you just finished to fool around at will.” Jiang Cheng said indifferently.

“It’s impossible to say anything this time!” Qingtai raised her head and folded her hands and snorted, “I’ve burned all the diaries this time! The kind that didn’t leave a single bit of ashes!”

“That’s it, then you can only read today’s news,” Jiang Cheng picked up the Oedo Shimbun with today’s date from the side, glanced at it slightly, and then handed it to Harita, and at the same time Holding his forehead, he said, “No! When I see so many words, my head hurts. Come and read it.”

“Hey-!! This kind of fooling is too much!”

“Can’t you?” Jiang Cheng asked suspiciously.

“No!” Mrs. Qing replied loudly.

“Then, there’s no other way, that’s it for today.” Jiang Cheng stretched his waist and lay down on the floor again, “Director, supervisor, and all the readers in front of the screen, good night… …ZZZ”

“Hey!! Have you given up completely?!”

Harita crouched down and stretched out her hands and started shaking Jiang Cheng violently.

“Wake up, if this is the case,

Am I the only one left?

I can’t stand it!

At least give the rest of the little bit of time to pass!

Brother Jiang Cheng!

Go back to sleep, 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 without pictures, what is a novel? You’re here? Isn’t it clear now? Novels are originally things that need to be read with imagination, three thousand words? Five thousand words? It doesn’t matter, just write two names and a place, and the rest of the story is left to the reader’s own imagination. That’s it!”

After that, Jiang Cheng gave a thumbs up to the camera and continued, “I believe in you guys, come on!”

“Hey! It’s not like that at all! Although it does require a little imagination, what you said is nothing but imagination!” Harita shouted, “Every reader’s imagination will be completely different. !”

“Have you never heard of it? There are a thousand Hamlets in one person’s heart! Qingta!” Jiang Cheng said fiercely, “In other words, there are a thousand copies of “Maybe This Fake Gintama” in one thousand people’s hearts! Thinking like this If so, we’d have a thousand readers!”

“Why did the topic go there! Besides, we don’t have a thousand readers at all! Don’t deceive yourself, 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?” Qingta suddenly thought of something, crossed her hands in front of her chest and made a big difference, and at the same time showed a look of contempt, and then said: “No! My diary is not good! And I just said it. , I have burned them all!”

“It’s not that,” Jiang Cheng sighed. “Even if you don’t read that kind of thing, you know what’s in it, and it’s not new to readers at all. So, you don’t need it today.”

“Hey? Isn’t it? What’s that for?” Qing Tai wondered.

“Just take a good look at it.”

——Dedicated dividing line for small theater——

“Team Z for the third year, Yinba (crossed out) Teacher Jiang Cheng!

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Gintama High School.

Although it seems strange, but in fact it is such a school name, then there is no way.

And there must be schools in this world with more perverted school names than this one.

3 Years Z Group.

This Z is not Zetto, but Zui~.

Why?

Because it sounds more handsome to say it this way, I don’t know if the founder or the principal said it. In fact, it is not clear whether it was really said.

Although there is no real evidence, anyway, this Z is read like this.

If someone comes up is it really a school with so many students?

If you ask questions like that, let’s just pretend that because the person in charge is away now, I can’t respond.

Although today was Jiang Cheng’s first day to work at this school, he did not show any nervousness.

Wearing a gray coat with a white shirt underneath, but not wearing a tie, and the buttons on his collar were not buttoned up, Jiang Cheng, who looked very casual, stood in front of the classroom of Group Z for the third year, and gently He glanced up at the house number on the classroom.

Then, along with the class bell, he pushed open the classroom door and walked in.

“Let’s go to class, you guys.” Jiang Cheng came to the podium, glanced at the students in the classroom with drooping eyes, and reminded him.

The students sat down in a hurry, and although they were puzzled, no one made a sound.

“Turn to the fifty-third page of the textbook, today we will talk about…” Before Jiang Cheng could finish speaking, he was interrupted by a boy with glasses and a student uniform raising his hand.

“That… who are you? Are you the teacher at the school?” Shinbaha stood up and asked, “Did you go to the wrong classroom? This class is for Teacher Yinpachi.”

“Huh…” Jiang Cheng put down his textbook, then scratched his hair irritably, and muttered in a low voice, “Can’t you just pretend you don’t know? It’s really troublesome, self-introduction or something, it’s really troublesome, I don’t want to. do it……”

“Huh?” All the students present uttered a puzzled sound.

“No way, in short, let’s briefly introduce myself,” Jiang Cheng turned around and picked up the chalk and wrote the word [Jiang Cheng] on the blackboard, then turned his head again and said, “Your Teacher Yinpachi, yesterday because of a diabetes attack, the anus exploded, and the notice I received seems to be about half a year of training.”

“Your school spent a lot of money to invite me from the Yetu High School next door to replace the teacher Yinpachi who had an anal explosion as your class teacher for a while. My name is on the blackboard. You can call me Teacher Jiang Cheng in the future. ,do you understand?”

“Hi! Teacher Jiang Cheng!” ×n

“Then start the class again now, because I’ve just talked so much, I’m really tired, let’s study the rest of the time.” Jiang Cheng picked up an office chair from the side and put it in front of the podium and sat down, lying down. He waved his hand on the podium and said, “In short, there are no other requirements, but if you wake me up, the consequences will be very serious, good night…ZZZ”

Looking at Jiang Cheng, who started to sleep soundly in front of the lecture hall, Xin Baha raised his glasses and looked at his sister, A Miao, who was wearing a sailor suit, and whispered, “Sister, this teacher seems to have a temper. It’s good, but it’s too irresponsible, isn’t it?”

“Xinjiang, haven’t you heard that rumor?” A Miao replied in a low voice, “The most brutal teacher at Yetu High School was woken up by the students while sleeping in class, so he beat up all the students in the school to the hospital. That teacher… seems to be called Jiang Cheng…”

“No way!” Xinba raised his glasses and looked at Jiang Cheng, who had begun to babble on the stage, with lingering fears, “Is he such a cruel teacher?! What kind of teacher did our school hire… …”

“And I also heard that the relationship with our school’s health teacher, Ms. Yueyong, is unclear…”

As soon as A Miao finished speaking, Jiang Cheng on the stage opened his eyes and said with drooping eyelids, “Hey, didn’t you remind me just now? Why is it so noisy?”

“No! Teacher Jiang Cheng,” Zongwu raised his hand, and then pointed to Kagura with thick glasses, “It was the sound of Kagura, an international student, secretly eating a bento, and he held a sausage to me. Show off your power.”

“Teacher, this doesn’t count as a bento,” Kagura said vaguely while eating. “In our country, I used to eat popcorn while taking classes.”

“Kagura, copy down a hundred times your mother’s nutrition table before you go abroad and hand it to my office.” Jiang Cheng raised his head and glanced at Lei, then stood up and turned to the crowd. Weakly shouted: “get out of class…”

“No! Uncle!” Kagura quickly stood up and shouted while eating a small sausage.

“Didn’t you say it before going out in the morning? Call me teacher at school!” Jiang Cheng reminded, “Two hundred times!”

Kagura sat down again, weeping silently while eating the sausage, and at the same time choking indistinctly in his mouth, he kept saying, “Two hundred times… two hundred times… that kind of thing two hundred times… woo woo woo… …”

“Teacher! I haven’t stood up yet!” Kondo raised his hand.

“That kind of thing is too troublesome, I don’t need it,” Jiang Cheng said casually, waving his hand, “you also remember it for me, in my class, I don’t need that kind of thing after class, okay, that’s it ,goodbye……”

[Okay…so casual…] Except for Kagura, all the students thought to themselves at the same time.

The first episode of “Team Z in Three Years, Teacher Jiang Cheng”, finished…

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