May Be the Fake Gintama

Yoshihara, late at night.

"Ah, I don't want to move at all~" Jiang Cheng lay weakly on the table.

"Can't do this! Brother Jiang Cheng!" Qingta cheered up while sitting at the table, "Today's broadcast has already begun!"

"It's so troublesome. I have to let the protagonist take a break occasionally." Jiang Cheng stretched out his hands and slumped on the table. His entire upper body was also paralyzed on the table. He lazily replied, "The protagonist should also have a double break. Right?"

"Hey! A waste wood otaku! It's said that the show has already started!" Qingtai couldn't help but yelled.

"Ah, I see." Jiang Cheng raised a hand and replied casually, "I will trouble you to use your diary or something for today's broadcast, Harita, I don't want to move..."

"You just played games in the house continuously for a week, so you don't want to move when you are tired!" Haru Tabai exclaimed.

Haruta had just finished speaking, and saw that Jiang Cheng didn't know that he had always taken out a diary, flipped up a page and read it out:

"Then, December 11th, fine. Oda-chan in class today turned her head and smiled at me at 2:28:15 in the afternoon. It's really annoying, popular boy. true…"

Before Jiang Cheng finished speaking, Qing Tai took the diary in his hand and cursed with a blushing face: "Hey! Don't just look at other people's privacy, bastard!"

After finishing speaking, Harita secretly glanced at the sun wheel, which was sitting on the side with a smile, and was relieved to see that the sun wheel did not respond.

However, taking advantage of this moment, Jiang Cheng once again secretly took the diary in Qingtai's arms, turned a page and read it out:

"Then, January 31st, sunny, winter vacation, Xiao Lijiang from my class invited me out to play today, and the two went together..."

"Hey! Did you listen to anyone talking? Bastard!" Harita cursed with a flushed face, and at the same time grabbed her diary again.

"Haruta, let's have a good chat with my mother before going to bed." Hilina smiled and looked at Haruta.

"Hi……"

"Ah!" Jiang Cheng grabbed his hair a little irritably, then sat up, propped his cheek with one hand, and complained impatiently, "What a **** author, I don't ask if anyone has the time to do it without authorization. Yelled out, I really don’t want to move..."

Yue Yong on the side didn't speak from beginning to end, lowered his head and didn't know what he was thinking.

"Hey, you guys have to say a few words anyway," Jiang Cheng glanced at Sun Wheel and Yueyong, "Anyway, think of a way to drag this chapter over."

"Then..." Yue Yong raised her head and said faintly, "How about today's broadcast with Baihua's main perspective?"

"Not very good." Jiang Cheng replied blankly.

But just after finishing talking, Jiang Cheng's forehead ushered in a kunai.

"Hey! You are too skillful with this trick!" Jiang Cheng pulled out the kunai from his head, and then shouted with blank eyes, "What is my head?! What are you taking my head for? ?!"

"The head of an ordinary idiot." Yue Yong replied lightly.

"Smelly woman!!"

...

"Yo Xi! It's almost a third," Jiang Cheng said, sitting in place, holding his hands. "It's absolutely no problem to keep this momentum! There is absolutely no problem with today's broadcast!"

With that said, Jiang Cheng turned around, picked up Harita's diary and flipped over a page and read:

"February 13th, fine. The teacher at the private school in the new semester changed our seats again, ah, we are at the same table with the cute Xiaolijiang! Ah~ so happy~ but compared to Xiaolijiang, I I still prefer small..."

"Hey! Why can't I get through with my diary!" Harita took the diary again, flushing her face and frantically complaining, "Do you insist on reading my diary?! You What is your head thinking?!"

"Haruta, it seems that we really need to have a good chat." Hirina squinted and looked at Haruta with a smile.

"Oh……"

"There is no way," Jiang Cheng moved his shoulders and neck, and stood up from the same place, "After all, it has already started, and it can only be done like this."

"Hey, you put on your pants before saying this! What are they?! Beach pants?! Why do you wear beach pants at this time? And why do you have to have blue and white stripes? Ah?!" Qing is too crazy to complain, "how many things do you have to expose?!"

"Yeah, I almost forgot, it's so risky, it's risky," Jiang Cheng had already put on his pants, then turned around and stretched out an index finger to explain, "This happens from time to time, such as in the studio. The young lady in here is sitting and broadcasting the news, and the lower body that we can't see is often worn very cool. Hmm, this is the case."

"Not at all!" Harita collapsed a little.

"That's the situation where a man who lives alone just got off work, took a shower to wash away his exhaustion, and changed into convenient beach pants because he felt it was too troublesome to change his clothes."

"I don't understand at all! It is said that half of the broadcast has passed! You have not yet entered the state! Is this situation really okay?!"

"Well, kid," Jiang Cheng grumbled, frowning, "How old do you think I am? I'm not at the same level as the youthful and enthusiastic little ghosts in the Jump Juvenile Manga, okay? It’s almost 30 years old. Men of this age don’t enter the state so quickly. The fatigue of life has eroded into the whole body of men of this age. It is difficult to easily enter the state without foreplay."

"Hey, the last sentence is terrible." Qing Tai squinted her eyes and said with contempt.

"But basically there is no difference," Jiang Cheng shrugged, "Let such an uncle compete with the new generations of jump, and my scalp numb just thinking about it. And I bet even if they arrive. I'm about the same age."

"All that is said is about the jump!"

"For a simple example," Jiang Cheng continued, "For example, when Naruto of the seventh generation of Hokage was completely different from the original? In the past, I was always full of energy, but I turned out to be very old. I wear dark circles every day. That is a living example. A real example of being overwhelmed by trivial life!"

"Hey!!!"

"So, don't look at those popular jump niches now. I'm sure they will be basically the same when they reach Naruto's age." Jiang Cheng continued with a serious expression." After get off work, I went home and fell asleep. My wife didn't dare to complain, and she couldn't take care of her children's daily life. In the end, she would definitely become like that!

"Stop talking about NARUTO!"

"Then another example, say Sasuke?"

"Isn't it still the same?!" Qingta yelled, and then sighed, "Really, the example you gave, Jiang Cheng, is very one-sided at all. Can't you also learn from Kakarot in Dragon Ball occasionally? Carlot is also getting old, but he is not as lazy as you, and he is still full of enthusiasm."

"No way, no way, it's not a type of work at all," Jiang Cheng waved his hand and replied impatiently, "How to say, Dragon Ball is also a fighting work. Maybe it's comparable?"

"Can't you be a little bit motivated?!"

"Ah, I see." Jiang Cheng used his little finger to remove his ears impatiently, and then sat down at the table again, and took out a thick envelope from his arms, the expression on his face became serious. .

After a pause, Jiang Cheng said with a serious face: "Then, it's time for readers to write letters!"

"Is there anything like that?!"

"Then the first one, this is from a classmate of OOO from OOO," Jiang Cheng opened a letter casually, "[please send it to ONEPIECE...]"

Before he finished reading, Jiang Cheng directly crumpled the letter paper into a ball and threw it to the trash can. Then he smiled at the camera and said, "Ah, Mr. OOO, I have delivered it to you, don’t worry. ."

As he said, Jiang Cheng looked at Sun Wheel and Yueyong who were still drinking tea, scratched the back of his head, and said with a smile: "Ah~ this kind of thing happens from time to time, people who misrepresent their letters..."

Haruta: "..."

"The second letter was sent by OOO sauce from OOO," Jiang Cheng opened an envelope again, took out the letter paper, and read it out, "[Hello, I am the iron fan of Gintama, I like silver most. Sang, can you send this letter to Yinsang's hands...]"

Jiang Cheng once again quickly crumpled the letter paper into a ball and threw it to the trash can aside. After a long period of silence with a black face, he smiled again and said, "Well, OOO sauce, don't worry, it has been passed on for you. That kind of waste wood and silver hair curls that are about to rot~www.readwn.com~ Basically you can see through the trash can at home. So, if you have anything you want to tell him next time, you can Say oh to the trash can at home."

Haruta: "..."

"Let me come," Qing Tai sighed softly, then picked out a letter from the envelope on the table, opened the envelope and took out the letter, and read it, "This is from Miss OOO from OOO. , [Hello, I am a single mother. I have seen it in the previous episodes. It seems that Hirota has to be responsible for the food of a certain otaku otaku and Haruta every day. I think it’s really hard~ because I also have them in my own home. A child who is picky eaters every day, so I want to ask Hiratsuta how he can make delicious and nutritious...]"

Before Harita finished reading, Jiang Cheng snatched the letter paper, crumpled it up and threw it into the trash can on the side.

"Well, Miss OOO from OOO," Hichirin stretched out an index finger and faced the camera with a smile on her face, "Just remember one sentence, and the cooking depends on love! When making lunch for Haruta I always have this mood. As for the waste wood otaku, I cook for him with the feeling that "the ingredients that are about to go bad can't be wasted"."