[Reaper Hirako Mako fan] Yesterday is not today

"Souyousuke, we're going to a banquet, not a funeral, what kind of mess are you wearing! Change!"

"I want to make you look radiant, not to make you look like a bun! Soyousuke, it's time for you to change into a pair of prescription glasses! Change!"

"This time...the clothes are good, but unfortunately they are not compatible with you. Change!"

"Smile, a brighter smile, wider mouth corners like me, Soyousuke, you are a man, don't smile like those noble ladies of the Jingling Court without showing your teeth... Forget it, forget it, I Make sure no matter what expression you put on, the color of this dress will only make you look like a vampire. Change!"

"Come, come, take two steps, take two steps, turn left once, then turn right again. Put on a sexy poss... huh? Soyousuke, what's your expression? Tsk, this one really does It's very suitable for the bedroom... Hey, boss, I'll take this one wrapped up. Soyousuke, keep changing!"

Ai Ran's vice-captain's glasses reflected the light and maintained an expression of ==. Silence is golden: "…………………"

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"The hairstyle doesn't fit, change it!"

"The temperament is not suitable, change it!"

"The glasses don't fit, change them!"

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"Change!"

"Change!"

"Change!"

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Three hours later...

When I don’t know the number of weeks in the infinite cycle of taking off and changing, and the changed clothes can be pulled out to hold three fashion shows, I am exhausted and have no energy to pay attention to changing again The vice-captain Aizen, who put on a suit of clothes, lifted the curtain in front of him and walked out. The purpose of entering was to sit on the tatami and still be able to miraculously lift up Erlang's legs, drink tea with his left hand, and cakes with his right, puffing out his cheeks. The blond captain battling mochi in his throat.

At that time, Hirako Mako finally put the last third of the matcha balls in her right hand into her stomach bag. She glanced at the model who was wandering from behind the scenes to the front of the stage again from the corner of her eyes, and Aizen replaced her fingers with unknown ingredients. He wiped his Siba outfit, grabbed the wooden sign beside him and casually raised it over his shoulder.In the center of the pure white round wooden sign with a diameter of one foot is a large scarlet character written on iron and silver hooks pierced into the wood for three points - change.

This time, the good-tempered vice-captain Aizen didn't turn around and bow his head like Feng Lunyin immediately to get into the cramped changing room, although it's not narrow but crowded with piles of clothes, but pushed the bridge of his nose It has a new look, but it still carries the golden signboard of love for the black frame to the end, and said with a helpless smile: "I'm very sorry, Captain Pingzi, there is no need to replace it anymore."

"?" Lifting his head from the delicious pastry in front of him, Captain Hirako burped contentedly, like all intelligent creatures who are full of food and sleep, the slightly dull reflex arc delayed for a full three seconds before adjusting. Enough to be interpreted as a puzzled expression——, “Why didn’t you change it? Soyousuke.”

Aizen faced the interrogative sentence that was obviously still in the last century, and the helpless smile on his lips began to evolve into a wry smile: "This is the last set, Captain Hirako."

"The last set?" The retrograde road blocked by glutinous rice and sugar finally caught up with the brain circuit of his vice-captain. The blond captain gave a thumbs up nonchalantly, and pointed backward across his shoulder, "Change these."

Vice-captain Aizen let go of the heavy black-rimmed glasses on the bridge of his nose, raised his head slightly and looked up at the majestic mountain that pierced the sky and pierced into the sky behind Pingzi. The bizarre.The vice-captain Aizen twitched the corners of his mouth slightly, still firmly adhering to the professional ethics of the vice-captain of 24 filial piety, and raised doubts in a gentle tone that would not make people feel suspicious: "But, those are women's clothing, right?"

"Of course I know that these are women's clothes, but you, Yousuke, have changed so many men's clothes, but you can't find a suitable style. Why don't you just try women's clothes. We have three days, and the boss's craftsmanship will be compared to the style again. The production is more than enough." The blond captain of the Fifth Division, who is picky and obsessed with clothing, ordered in an unquestionable tone, "Now change these clothes."

Without any suspense, the vice-captain Aizen once again broke the record of losing streak on the road of "resisting the unreasonable oppression of the captain and safeguarding one's own physical and mental health", and bowed to Pingzi's domineering queen Under the Kansai accent, he took on the role of a qualified fully automatic intelligent self-propelled humanoid clothes hanger without complaint.

Facts have proved that in many cases, men who have inherited the vanity of carefully grooming their appearance since ancient times are much more obsessed with Barbie dolls than women who have been playing house with dolls since childhood. ——This is an experience full of blood and tears from an author who is obviously slovenly, but is keen to dress up his manly girl as a lady.

And the cruel reality further proves that when the blond captain, who likes to twist his waist, sway his hips, scratch his head and pose narcissistically in front of the floor-to-ceiling mirror for three hours, has brought his love for Barbie to the pinnacle. When Pingzi met, the BOSS's growth path, which should have been smooth and without twists and turns, was turbulent, and the blue BOSS, without wind and waves, was heading towards the colorful and dark Wuguang where "cupware and washing utensils fly together, and the coffee table shares the same color as the kitchen". The future is running wildly.

Amen, let us wish Mr. BOSS survived this protracted cleaning of cups and utensils and tableware before the last bit of HP is exhausted.

—survived by a man's vanity.