Maybe a Fake Gintama

Chapter 309: The Diary of a Kid Entering Puberty Is Always Filled with Fantasies!

Late at night, Yoshiwara.

"Ah, I don't want to move at all~," Kawaki said weakly as he lay on the table.

"It can't be like this! Brother Kawaki!" Seita sat at the side of the table and said angrily, "Today's chapter has already started!"

"It's so annoying. You have to let the protagonist rest occasionally." Kawaki stretched out his hands and collapsed on the table. His entire upper body was also paralyzed on the table. He lazily replied, "The protagonist should also have a weekend break, right?"

"Hey! Good-for-nothing otaku! I already said the chapter has already started!" Seita couldn't help but shout.

"Ah, I know." Kawaki raised a hand and casually replied, "Today's chapter, please use your diary to fool around. Seita, I don't want to move..."

"You just played games in the house for a week, so you are too tired to move!" Seita shouted.

Just as Seita finished speaking, he saw Kawaki take out a diary and read it directly,

"Well, December 11th, Sunny. Today, Oda-chan in class turned around and smiled at me at two twenty-eight and fifteen seconds in the afternoon. It's really vexing. A popular boy is really..."

Before Kawaki could finish speaking, Seita snatched the diary from his hand and scolded with a red face, "Hey! Don't look at other people's private things, you bastard!"

After saying that, Seita secretly glanced at Hinowa who was sitting with a smile on her face. Seeing that Hinowa did not respond, he heaved a sigh of relief.

However, taking advantage of this moment, Kawaki once again secretly took the diary from Seita's arms. He flipped open a page and read it out.

"Well, January 31st, sunny, winter vacation. Urara-chan from my class asked me to play today. The two of us went together..."

"Hey! Did you listen to anyone? Bastard!" Seita scolded with a red face. At the same time, he took his diary back.

"Seita, have a good chat with your mother before you go to bed." Hinowa smiled and looked at Seita.

"Yes..."

"Ah!" Kawaki scratched his head in frustration. Then, he sat up and propped up his cheek with one hand. With an impatient look, he complained, "What a bastard author. He didn't even ask if other people had time and shouted without permission. He really didn't want to move..."

On the side, Tsukuyo didn't speak at all. She lowered her head, thinking about something.

"Hey, you guys should at least say a few words." Kawaki glanced at Hinowa and Tsukuyo, "Anyway, find a way to drag this chapter through."

"Then..." Tsukuyo raised his head and said indifferently, "How about today's chapter with Hyakka as the main point of view? "

"Not so good," Kawaki replied expressionlessly.

However, just as he finished speaking, Kawaki felt a pain in his forehead.

"Hey! You are too skilled in this move!" Kawaki pulled out the kunai on his forehead and then shouted, "What the hell is my head?! What do you think my head is?!"

"A common idiot's head," Tsukuyo replied indifferently.

"Stupid woman!!"

...

"Alright! It's almost one-third of it," Kawaki sat on the spot, crossed his arms, and said, "With this momentum, there is absolutely no problem! There is absolutely no problem with today's chapter!"

As he spoke, Kawaki changed the topic and picked up Seita's diary. He flipped to a page and read.

"February 13th, sunny. In the new semester, the teacher changed our sitting arrangement. Ah, I'm sitting at the same table with the very cute Urara-chan! Ah~ I'm so happy~ But compared to Urara-chan, I prefer..."

"Hey! How did you get my diary again?" Seita once again snatched the diary away. His face was flushed red and his veins were popping out, "What are you keep reading my diary?! What exactly are you thinking?!"

"Seita, it seems that we really need to have a good chat." Hinowa narrowed her eyes and looked at Seita with a smile.

"Oh..."

"I can't help it," Kawaki stretched his shoulders and neck and stood up from his original spot, "After all, it has already started. I can only do this."

"Hey, before saying this, you should put on your pants first! Is that beach shorts?! Why are you wearing beach shorts at this time? And why do you have to wear blue and white stripes?!" Seita complained crazily, "How much more do you have to expose?!"

"Ah, I almost forgot. It was so dangerous." As he spoke, Kawaki had already put on his pants. Then, he turned around and extended his index finger as he explained, "This kind of situation also happens occasionally. For example, the young lady who is sitting in the studio and broadcasting the news often wears cool clothes on the lower body that we can't see. Yes, that's the case."

"It's not at all!" Seita broke down.

"Then it's the situation where a man who lives alone just after getting off work, took a shower to wash off his exhaustion and then changed into more convenient beach shorts because he thought it was too troublesome to change clothes."

"I don't understand at all! It has already been half of it! You haven't entered the state yet! Is this situation really okay?!"

"Noisy, little brat," Kawaki frowned and complained, "How old do you think I am? I am completely different from those hot-blooded young brats in the Jump boy manga, alright? I'm almost thirty years old. Men of this age won't be able to enter the state so quickly. The fatigue of life has already eroded the entire body of men of this age. It's very difficult to enter the state without foreplay."

"Hey, that last sentence is terrible." Seita squinted his eyes and complained with a face full of disdain.

"But there is basically no difference," Kawaki shrugged, "Let such an uncle compete with the young boys in Jump, just thinking about it makes my scalp tingle. And I bet, even if they reach my age, they will be almost the same."

"Why everything is about the Jump?!"

"To give a simple example," Kawaki continued, "For example, Naruto who became the 7th Hokage, isn't he completely different from before? In the past, he was always full of energy. As a result, when he was older, every day he had dark circles under his eyes. That is a vivid example. A real example of being overwhelmed by trivial life!"

"Hey!!!"

"That's why don't look at the current appearance of those popular young people in Jump. I'm sure that when they reach Naruto's age, they will basically be the same." Kawaki continued with a serious face, "After work, I go home and fall asleep, and my wife doesn't dare to complain, and I don't care about my children's daily life. It's definitely going to be like that in the end!"

"Don't talk about Naruto anymore!"

"Then let's change the example, for example, Sasuke?"

"Isn't it the same?!" Seita shouted, and then sighed, "Really! Brother Kawaki, your example is very one-sided. Can't you learn from Kakarot in Dragon Ball once in a while? Kakarot is also old, but he is not as lazy as you. His blood is still boiling."

"No, no, it's a different type of work," Kawaki waved his hand and replied impatiently, "No matter what, the dragon ball is fighting genre. How can an uncle like us, who was the daily life protagonist compare?"

"Can't you be more motivated?!"

"Ah, I see." Kawaki picked his ears impatiently with his little finger, then sat down at the table again. He took out a stack of thick envelopes from his bosom, and his expression became serious.

After a pause, Kawaki said with a serious face, "Then, it's time for letters from readers!"

"Is there such a thing?!"

"Then came the first letter, which was sent by classmate XXX from XXX," Kawaki opened a letter and said, "[Please help me send it to One Piece...]"

Before he finished reading, Kawaki crumpled the letter into a ball and threw it into the trash can. Then, he smiled at the camera and said, "Ah, Mr. XXX, I have delivered it for you, don't worry ."

As he spoke, Kawaki looked at Hinowa and Tsukuyo who were still drinking tea. He scratched the back of his head and said with a silly smile, "Ah, this kind of thing happens sometimes. People who remember the address of the letter wrongly..."

Seita, "... "

"The second letter is from XXX-chan from XXX," As he spoke, Kawaki opened another envelope and took out a letter, "[Hello, I'm a big fan of Gintama, and I like Gin-san the most. Can you send this letter to Gin-san...]"

Kawaki quickly crumpled the letter into a ball and threw it into the trash can. After a long silence with a black face, he smiled again and said, "Um, XXX-chan, don't worry. I have already sent it for you. That kind of good-for-nothing silver-haired wavy hair that is about to rot, you can basically see it if you flip through the trash can at home. So, if you have anything to say to him next time, you can say it to the trash can at home."

Seita, "... "

"Let me do it." Seita sighed softly and then picked out a letter from the envelope on the table. He opened the letter and took out the letter to read, "This is from Miss XXX from XXX. Hello, I am a single mother. I have seen it in the previous plot. Miss Hinowa seems to be responsible for the food of a good-for-nothing otaku and Seita. I think it is really hard~ Because there is a child in my family who is picky with food, I want to ask Miss Hinowa how to make delicious and nutritious food...]"

Before Seita could finish reading, Kawaki grabbed the letter, crumpled it into a ball, and threw it into the trash can.

"That, Miss XXX from XXX," Hinowa faced the camera with a smile on her face, "Just remember a simple sentence. Cooking depends on love! When I made lunch for Seita, I always had this kind of feeling. As for that good-for-nothing otaku, I hold [can't waste food that is about to spoil] mood for him when cooking."