A Confucian Heart Cannot Reach the Moon in the East

｜Tong Jiaru×Higashimura Toshiro｜ Tong Jiaru had that dream again. In the dream, Toshiro Tomura's knife was pressed against his throat, three times harshly, seven times restrained, but in the end he just said in a hoarse voice: "Let's go." When I woke up, my pillow was wet. He once thought he was a bird in a cage, but later he realized that the man was a bird catcher who had broken his chain. One is a teacher who doesn't care about worldly affairs and just wants to live a peaceful life. One is the director of the special high school course who was ordered to monitor, but gradually did not dare to look directly at the other party. They killed each other in the enemy camp, cherished each other in the dark night, and held on to each other's clothes when the times rolled over - even if this identity is destined to be a moth to the flame. There are mountains of private devices and logic is dead. Don't worry about the official history, just give them a good ending. Let the boss rise. ——————————————————— [Sadomasochism of the era｜Two powerful rivals｜Overhead HE] He gave me a cage and gave me the spring breeze. #Purely fictitious, no evidence # #Just take advantage of the characters, please don't rise #