[Reaper Hirako Mako fan] Yesterday is not today

—especially when sitting in front of you is a Marauder's Map who knows more about these books than the librarian of Zhenyang.

Lan Ran half-raised his brown eyes from the top of the glasses and looked at the old man who was walking steadily and steadily. When the Marauder's Map was sitting across the long table with a teacup, he silently added the above footnote in his heart, and the bottom of the teacup collided with the table The moment the crisp sound came out, he raised his head, showing a modest, elegant and impeccable gentle smile: "Long time no see, Mikami-sensei."

"Ah," like all elderly people, Mao history teacher Mikami's voice is dry and hoarse, with a serious and rigid old face just like the courses he teaches, slow to hypnotic and verbose, " Long time no see, Aizen-kun."

After a brief silence, Mikami-sensei, who showed a slightly stiff smile through the hazy tea mist, hid under the layered eyelids, and the eyes that became more wise and clear as time passed from Aizen's opened eyes I scanned the pages between my hands: "There is a brown tea stain the size of a thumb in the upper left corner of page 130... The boy from the Nakagawa family did a good job. This is No.20 of the fifth unabridged edition of "Clan Records" Three volumes. The boy from the Nakagawa family read this to abduct the girl from the Suzuki family. Aizen-kun... it’s time to think about these things a little bit. However, the girls nowadays like to be tall, mighty, strong and strong. An idiot with a long brain (are you talking about the red-haired wild dog who will fall into the cabbage pit dug by the nobleman in the future?), of course, the gentle and elegant nobleman will never be out of date, and will like to talk about Jinglingting Girls with aristocratic history rather than exquisite and beautiful jewelry and patterns on clothes are really rare.” ——Obviously, the Nakagawa boy and Suzuki girl mentioned by the old man Mikami are not young and in full bloom and passed through Matsushima Zero Degree Proved by himself that it is already a piece of crystal clear dead glass that can no longer be crystal clear, the new colleague of the younger generation and his unknown spouse who has not yet written off his eight characters have produced this high-quality quartz sculpture with an infinitely close to [-]% purity. The manufacturer is Ichiro Nakagawa's father and mother.

Teacher Mikami, let me say one more thing, you really have a long history!

The vice-captain Lan Ran, who was teased by the elders, raised his hand in a bit of embarrassment to help the mirror frame that was not tilted down, and still smiled with a good temper: "Mr. Mikami should be very clear. It's a personal interest."

"Is searching for certain information with a purpose considered an amateur interest?" Mr. Mikami's chrysanthemum face showed obvious interest. In order to be eager to learn and make progress, most of them are hopeless ignorant teenagers and girls. They will definitely set off a terrible disaster that is not inferior to the Tokyo Earthquake.

Although I vaguely felt the extraordinaryness of this Mao living fossil a long time ago, it is a completely different concept to experience it personally.Aizen suppressed the shock that would inevitably be caused by his purpose being dismantled, and closed the book in front of him as if nothing had happened, and replied, "I'm just curious about the family of Captain Hirako. What recommendations does Mikami-sensei have?"

"Pingzi Zhenzi, Pingzi..." The old man twisted the white eyebrows that hung down his cheeks, and recalled in his mouth, "...is it the Pingzi family among the four major families?"

"Four Great Families?" Lan Ran slightly opened her light-colored pupils because of surprise, "Shouldn't Jinglingting be one of the Five Great Families?"

"Oh, those are two completely different things... In terms of history alone, it's as big as the difference between me, an elderly old man, and Aizen-kun. I thought that the direct line of the Hirako family has been like that since glory. As the proverb said, it has been completely cut off. Hirako Mako, the appearance of the typical Hirako family, I should have thought of it a long time ago... I didn't expect that the little thing that did not do good things in the Fuchuan family did a good thing. .Unfortunately, in terms of the historical achievements of that little bastard, the Hirako family really exists in name only...." If it is said that Mr. Mikami was still upholding the professional ethics of a teacher to preach to the students who have already graduated from the opposite side Confused, then the murmur that gradually weakened like whispers should be called an old man's deep nostalgia for the distant past.

Aizen patiently waited for the old man in front of him to recover from the muttering of any meaningful syllables that even the villain BOSS's far-sighted ears and eyes were unable to capture any meaningful syllables. He smiled and turned the closed pages again with a rustling sound: "three Teacher Shang seems to be very familiar with the affairs of the four major families, so can you please tell me..."

"Heh," a low and hoarse laugh rolled out of his throat, accurately interrupting the speech of the more elegant and steady young man wearing black-rimmed glasses. Instructor Mikami showed his clear eyes again from behind his drooping eyebrows. Mou, unexpectedly rejected Aizen's request, "I'm getting old, Aizen-kun."

Raising the teacup at hand, he took a sip, cleared his throat unhurriedly, and then Instructor Mikami said unhurriedly, "I'm old enough to lose interest in memories, so I can only Use my privilege to help you borrow books about the history of the Hirako family. This can be regarded as a teacher's care for the only student he is satisfied with."

Do you want to say it or can't say it?As the villain BOSS, the keen political sense instantly catches the conspiracies and tricks, or the smell of old conspiracies and tricks. Standing at the apex of the BLEACH world food chain, the vice-captain Aizen, who is well versed in the laws of hunting, just maintains a perfect and gentle smile, pushing Pushing the reflective glasses on the bridge of the nose, he took a proper step back and waited patiently: "Then, I really need to trouble Mr. Mikami."

"Sit here and wait for me, I'll be back soon." The old man on the other side of the long table slowly but steadily straightened his body, and with his hunched forward slightly leaning back, he slowly turned behind the towering bookshelves lined up straight into the ceiling.

Aizen carefully let go of his sensory nerves and brought the library under his perception. He cautiously searched and tracked the traces of Reiatsu that seemed to be absent from the teacher Mikami, and pursued those who were really useful under the appearance of the Mao Library. The hiding place of knowledge.

"It's so interesting, so...is there such an exquisite secret door there?" Although it is not as good as the three silver-haired foxes with squinting eyes who will go to the wall of the captain's family headquarters next door to steal persimmons every now and then. Dao is proficient in business, but practice makes perfect for the broad and profound side knowledge of being a thief of light.

Not long after, Mikami, who looked old but was actually light and healthy, held an exaggeratedly thick tome under his arm, and appeared in front of the long table again with unhurried and leisurely steps. The book is gently placed on the desk, but it is still inevitable that a small cloud of dust will be raised from the pages: "Ahem, these absent-minded bad boys..." The teacher Mao who loves and protects books coughs dissatisfiedly, "This This book has been around for some years and has not been well maintained, Aizen-kun, please be careful and take good care of it when reading it. As for the time, just return it to me before you leave Mao."

"Thank you Mikami-sensei, I will definitely return it on time."

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As soon as people leave, the tea will be cold.

Instructor Mikami hunched over and curled up in the extremely warm afternoon sun, lightly stroked the rim of the cold teacup with his withered fingers, closed his eyes and shook the corners of his wrinkled mouth.There was the unique heavy and dense sound of the chair being dragged on the floor, and when he opened his eyes again, the opposite chair had been replaced by a handsome man with black hair and blue eyes, elegant and pure, wearing a snow-white coat.The sapphire blue eyes are full of secluded light, full of breathless despair and evil.

"The old man has already complied with your request, and tell your master not to trouble the old man from now on." Mikami's hoarse voice was still hoarse.

On the other side of the long table, the man with black hair and blue eyes bent a gentle smile similar to the previous owner of this seat, and bowed his head politely: "Thank you very much, Teacher Mikami. Your responsibility is very important, and the young master is very clear about this, so I will never trouble you a second time."

"Don't say the beautiful words on the scene." Instructor Mikami straightened his body tremblingly, supported it with one hand, and crossed the table. His smile distorted, "I've seen too many greedy little guys like you old man. Don't push people too much, otherwise the old man won't care about the three principles of avoiding the world, keeping silent, and doing nothing. The little things of the Zhongchuan family."

"... On behalf of the young master, I sincerely apologize for what you have done," Ichiro Nakagawa lowered his black head deeply again, "...I will also truthfully convey your wishes to the young master."

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The snow-colored waves disappeared behind the towering bookshelves, and even the last piece of flying clothes disappeared behind the neatly stacked books, and there were slight ripples in the space that spread in the space behind Teacher Mikami.

Soon a white and slender palm slowly emerged from the center of the rippling waves, followed by the white as frost wrist was a wide snow-white sleeve, the smooth and elegant lines of the shoulder blades were still easy to detect even through layers of fabric The visitor's body was thin and thin, and the black hair hanging down the waist was loosely bundled up by a snow-white silk ribbon, pouring like a waterfall along the tall and straight outline of the shoulders.

The slender and graceful fingers lightly touched the thin shoulders of Instructor Mikami who seemed to be only skin-wrapped bones, and stretched out the index finger to point to the tea that had dissipated the last trace of warmth on the table. Vision: "I'm very sorry, teacher. My wayward disciple has caused you trouble again."

Instructor Mikami once again resumed his usual silence, but lightly patted the palm of his shoulder comfortingly, pointed to the seat opposite, and uttered a concise word: "Sit."

The man in haori behind him let out a "Hay" and obediently sat on the opposite side where the owner changed frequently, acting as the third guest.He carefully spread the heavy book in his other hand on the table in front of him.

Instructor Mikami silently looked at the man with drooping eyes and lower eyelashes opposite him, with a handsome and elegant face, exquisite and steep facial features, and a man with a handsome appearance and slack demeanor, any cruel words, deeds and cruel and bloody strategies emerged from the thin lips of the man. It cannot be erased and erased, just like the softness of the background color.The dry and hoarse voice subconsciously softened and soothed: "It looks pretty good, little thing."

"Wouldn't it be too delicate?" The man blinked his dark eyes with dim light, and a deep purple light flashed in the depths of his pupils. "I always think this face is too conspicuous."

"It's better to be conspicuous than to be inexplicably conspicuous. With your temper...do you still expect to be inconspicuous with just one face?"

The man let out a chuckle, touched his chin and nodded in agreement: "That's right. Teacher, you would actually agree to my request. To be honest, I didn't expect it at all before I spoke. I'm actually ready to be accepted by you." Lesson learned and ready."

"Am I such an old-fashioned person who doesn't know how to adapt?" Instructor Mikami looked at the slightly shy smile on the man's face in a good mood, and asked unhurriedly.

"Of course not." The visitor blinked mischievously, "That's why I have to do superficial things for you."

Teacher Mikami also laughed tacitly when he heard the words: "Yes, even if the inside of this world is rotten, no one is allowed to see it on the surface."

"However... the three principles of avoiding the world, silence, and doing nothing are no longer necessary to abide by."

"It's really not necessary to obey." The man nodded in agreement, and cast his gaze out of the window. At the end of his gaze, the man with brown hair and brown eyes and a warm smile was watching through the lens a small silver shadow disappearing into the corridor. At the end, he said with a pointed smile, "If the world is turned into a mess by Schrödinger's cat."

"Even if it's a mess, what should happen is still happening." Instructor Mikami also cast his gaze out of the window, and the leisurely and happy smile on his face was suddenly replaced by his usual seriousness. He said solemnly, "Be careful, little one. It's very, very hard to pluck the strings of fate without being hurt by it."

"I don't have that kind of unrealistic ambition, teacher." The young man stood up, and the snow-white feathers behind him set off a raging wave of anger with his movements, "From the beginning to the end, I was just a dancer It’s just a third-rate dancer. Goodbye, teacher, next time I will bring your favorite Dongding Oolong to visit you.”

The flying feathers turned up surging waves, covering the sight of the viewers. When the snow-colored curtain fell again, the master of the feathers had disappeared into the sunny void as quietly as when he came. The diamond-shaped box marked with the subordination number on the gradually blurred feathers has carved a deep imprint on the retina—four pieces occupying the four corners, like shurikens, the classic equipment of ninjas, or some kind of simplified geometric figures The black pattern of the four-petal flower - timeless.

After a long time, Teacher Mikami turned his gaze, which was staring deeply at the empty void, to the bright blue winter sky of Jinglingting, which should never have appeared outside the window. By then, the brown-haired, brown-eyed and gentle young Shinigami and the silver-haired Mao student who was as big as a steamed bun had disappeared without a trace.

Slowly moving because of sitting for too long, his bones became heavier and heavier. Instructor Mikami slowly got up and slowly pushed open the window casement in front of him. The refreshing air couldn't wait to rush in through the open window lattice. At the same time, the silver-white hair behind the old man's head rubbed against the books spread out on the long table, making a familiar faint sound.

The messy pages of the book were finally terminated by a slender silver bookmark on an unknown page. The slender, dark handwriting clings to the well-structured and rigorous pavilion, leaving a shocking trace.From right to left, the vertically written books impressively record—Fuchuan Hideaki, the 130th and eighth-generation patriarch of the Fuchuan family, died of tuberculosis at the age of 160.

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A reminder for children who don't read manga, that pattern is the logo on the haori of the Royal Secret Service Zero Division.