May Be the Fake Gintama

You can search for "Maybe this Fake Gintama Novel( in Baidu to find the latest chapter!

One day, Yoshihara.

Haruta pushed open Jiang Cheng's door and looked at Jiang Cheng who was lying on the floor lazily, watching TV boredly, and suddenly became angry.

Immediately afterwards, Haruta stepped forward with enthusiasm, skillfully picked up the remote control 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! Would you pay attention to the time? Every time the production team sends me to urge you, I am also very distressed! Although I can take this out, it is completely It’s not the kind of good I want!"

"I'm sorry, Harita," Jiang Cheng waved his hand, and said with a bit of pain on the forehead of the helper, and said weakly, "My head hurts so much. Even today's broadcast is fine. Maybe this is the sequelae of ending a long story. Right."

"Is that a sequelae?!"

"Isn't it common?" Jiang Cheng explained solemnly: "It's like traveling or something. After sitting on a train for a long time, there is a feeling of exhaustion. This situation is almost the same as that."

"Ghosts believe!" Qing retorted too loudly, "You obviously played games all night yesterday! Dark circles are clearly a sequelae after playing games all night! It has nothing to do with long-distance travel at all! "

"So, the little ghost can't experience it," Jiang Cheng said leisurely. "Only the little ghost can stay excited all the way on a long-distance train. Adults can't at all. The one who got off the train. In an instant, it was as exhausted as if I had just run a marathon, both my body and mind. But it was super hard, a marathon."

"The last thing I said is the marathon! Cheer me up!"

"Isn't the so-called life a marathon?" Jiang Cheng asked rhetorically, "So it doesn't matter if you are tired and take a break for one or two chapters. No, it doesn't matter if you take a long break."

"You are the only people who will stop and rest in the marathon of life..." Qingta twitched the corners of her eyes, and the blue veins on her face jumped.

"So, everyone in front of the screen, today's "Maybe This Fake Gintama" is now over because the author's unit held a ten-kilometer marathon rally today. Goodbye." Jiang Cheng stretched out his hand lazily. Swinging, said without looking back.

"There really is a marathon!" Harita is not good, "But after all, it has nothing to do with you! What does it have to do with you that the orangutan participates in the marathon! And the broadcasting has just begun, OK? How can this situation end?! The number of words is far from enough!"

"It's okay, it doesn't matter, the rest of the time can be fooled around with the thinking of the spring diary or something you wrote in the long story that just ended." Jiang Cheng said indifferently.

"It's impossible to say anything this time!" Qingta raised her head and hugged her hands and snorted, "This time I have burned all the diaries! The kind that didn't leave any ashes!"

"Well, then I 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 Haruta. He held his forehead and said: "No! When I see so many words, my head hurts. Come and read."

"Hey——!! This kind of fooling is too much!" Qingta yelled Qingjin.

"Can't it?" Jiang Cheng asked suspiciously.

"No!" Qingtai replied loudly.

"Then, there's no way, let's do it today." With that, Jiang Cheng stretched his waist and lay on the floor again, "Director, supervisor, and readers in front of the screen, good night... …ZZZ"

"Hey! Did you give up completely?!"

Harita squatted down and stretched out both hands and began to shake Jiang Cheng violently.

"Wake up soon, in this case, isn't I the only one left? I can't make it! At least I can make it through the remaining little time! Brother Jiang Cheng! Make it through and sleep again. Ah, Brother Jiang Cheng!"

"It's so annoying, kid," Jiang Cheng opened his eyes and yawned, then continued impatiently: "This kind of thing doesn't matter at all. Compared with the animation without the screen, what is a novel? Isn’t it clear now? The novel is something that needs to be read with imagination. Three thousand characters? Five thousand characters? It doesn’t matter. Simply write a place with two names, and let the readers imagine the rest of the story. That's it!"

After all, Jiang Cheng gave a thumbs up at the camera, and then said: "I believe you, come on!"

"Hey! It's not like that at all! Although it does require a little imagination, what you said is nothing but imagination!" Haruta yelled, "Every reader imagines something completely different. !"

"Have you never heard of it? There are a thousand Hamlets in one person's heart! Haruta!" Jiang Cheng said sharply, "In other words, a thousand people have a thousand copies of "Maybe this Fake Gintama" in their hearts! Think like this If we do, we will 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, so let's use the old one in the end." Jiang Cheng waved his hand and said.

"The one in the past?" Harita suddenly thought of something, crossed her hands in front of her chest and made a big difference, and at the same time she showed a look of contempt, and then said: "No! My diary is not good! And I just said it. , I have burned it all!"

"It's not that," Jiang Cheng sighed. "Even if you don't look at that kind of thing, you know what's in it, and it doesn't feel new to the reader at all. So, it's not necessary today."

"Hey? Isn't it? What's that for?" Qing was too puzzled.

"Just watch it carefully."

——Special dividing line for small theater——

"Three-year Group Z, Yinba (crossed out) Teacher Jiang Cheng! 》

Gintama High School.

Although it looks strange, but in fact it is such a school name, and there is no way. And there must be schools in the world with more abnormal school names than this one.

Group Z for 3 years.

This Z is not pronounced Zetto, but Zui~. why? Because it sounds more handsome to say it like this. I don’t know if it was the founder or the principal who said it. In fact, it’s not clear whether it really said it. Although there is no real evidence, this is how the Z is pronounced anyway.

If someone asks, is it really a school with so many students? If you are asking questions like that, let's just use it as a perfunctory question because the person in charge is not available now, so I can't respond.

Although today was the first day Jiang Cheng came to work at this school, he did not show any tension.

Wearing a gray coat with a white shirt inside, but no tie, and the buttons on the collar are not buttoned up, Jiang Cheng, who looks casual, stood in front of the three-year group Z classroom, gently Lifted his eyes and glanced at the house number on the classroom.

Then accompanied by the class bell, opened the door of the classroom and walked in.

"Class is in, you guys." Jiang Cheng came to the podium, glanced at the group of students who were still fighting in the classroom with drooping eyes, and reminded him.

A group of students sat down quickly, although they were puzzled, no one made a sound.

"Turn the textbook to page 53. Today we will talk about..." Jiang Cheng was interrupted by a boy with glasses and a student uniform raising his hand before he finished speaking.

"Um... are you the one? Is the school teacher?" Xin Ba Hao stood up and asked, "Did you go to the wrong classroom? This class is from Yin Ba teacher."

"Huh..." Jiang Cheng put down the textbook, then scratched his hair a little irritably, and muttered in a low voice, "Can't you just think of it as ignorance? It's really troublesome, introducing yourself or something, it's really troublesome, so I don't want do it……"

"Huh?" All the students present let out a puzzled cry.

"No way, anyway, simply introduce yourself," Jiang Cheng turned around, picked up a piece of chalk and wrote the word [Jiang Cheng] on the blackboard, then turned his head again, and said: "Yours Teacher Yinba, yesterday because of a diabetic attack, the **** exploded, and the notice he received seemed to require training for about half a year."

"Your school has spent a lot of money to invite me from the Yetu High School next door to replace Teacher Yinba who had an **** explosion as your homeroom teacher for a while. My name is on the blackboard. You can call me Teacher Jiang Cheng from now on. ,do you understand?"

"Hi! Teacher Jiang Cheng!" ×n

"Then start the class again now, because I have just talked so much, so I'm really tired, let's study the rest of the time." Then Jiang Cheng picked up an office chair from the side and placed it in front of the podium and sat down. He waved his hand on the podium and said: "In short, there is no other requirement, but if I wake me up, the consequences will be very serious, good night...ZZZ"

Seeing Jiang Cheng who started to fall asleep in front of the lecture hall, Xin Ba Ha raised his glasses, looked at his sister in a sailor suit, A Miao, and whispered: "Sister, this teacher looks temperamental. Very good, but too irresponsible, right?"

"Xinjiang, haven't you heard that rumor?" A Miao replied in a low voice, "The most brutal teacher in Yetu High School, because he was awakened by the students while sleeping in class, and as a result, all the students in the school were beaten to the hospital. That teacher... seems to be called Jiang Cheng..."

"No way!" Xin Ba Hao raised his glasses, and looked at Jiang Cheng who was already babbling on the stage with lingering fear. "Is he such a cruel teacher?! What kind of teacher our school has hired... …"

"I also heard that the relationship with our school's health teacher, Yueyong, is unclear..."

Just after Ah Miao finished speaking, Jiang Cheng on the stage opened his eyes and drooped his eyelids and said, "Hey, didn't you just remind me? Why is it so noisy?"

"No! Teacher Jiang Cheng," Sougo raised his hand, and then pointed to Kagura with thick glasses on the side. "It's the sound of an overseas student Kagura secretly eating a lunch, and he also raised a sausage to me. Show off your power."

"Teacher, this is not a bento," Kagura said vaguely while eating~www.wuxiaspot.com~In our country, I used to eat popcorn and go to class. "

"Kagura, before school, copy a hundred times the nutrition table that your mother asked you before you leave the country and hand it to my office." Jiang Cheng raised his head and glanced at Kagura lightly, then stood up and faced the crowd. Weakly shouted: "get out of class is over..."

"No! Uncle!" Kagura hurriedly stood up and shouted while eating the small sausage.

"Didn't you tell me before going out in the morning? Call my teacher at school!" Jiang Cheng reminded, "200 times!"

Kagura sat down again, weeping silently while eating the sausage, while choking vaguely in his mouth, saying: "Two hundred times...two hundred times...such things two hundred times...uuuuu... …"

"Teacher! Haven't stood up yet!" Kondo raised his hand.

"That kind of thing is too troublesome, no need," Jiang Cheng waved his hand and said casually, "You also remembered it for me. In my class, I don't need such a thing during and after class. Okay, just like that. ,Goodbye……"

[Ok...so casual...] ​​Except for Kagura, all the students thought about it at the same time.

The first episode of "Three Years Group Z, Teacher Jiang Cheng", the end...

It may be the latest chapter address of this fake Gintama: https://

It may be the full text reading address of this fake Gintama: https://

It may be the download address of this fake Gintama txt: https://

It may be the fake Gintama phone reading: https://

In order to facilitate the next reading, you can click on the "Favorites" below to record this time (and take a break after the chapter 418 long story is over!) Read the record and you will see it next time you open the bookshelf!

If you like "Maybe This Fake Gintama", please recommend this book to your friends (QQ, blog, WeChat, etc.), thank you for your support! ! ()