[Reaper Hirako Mako fan] Yesterday is not today

"This lovely lady, please be my first love!" A skinny man with dyed blond hair who looked like a green delinquent boy who was still in high school fell from the sky. After a moment of thought, a hug with open thin arms has already rushed to my face.

Then, just a second before the overwhelming black shadow was about to completely envelop the petite and exquisite body, a white, slender, slender and powerful palm grabbed the slender neck without warning... the back collar of the lower collar suddenly twitched. Pull back and throw back.From pulling someone back to throwing, the timing is precise, the speed is fast, the landing point is accurate, the movement is smooth and graceful, and the posture is smooth and flowing, all of which show that the shooter is well-trained and familiar with the current set of movements. flow.

The unidentified object that obscured the sight turned into a shooting star in the sky. It seemed to come from and go back to where. The girl who was overwhelmed by the passionate confession (are you sure it wasn't frightened?) a second ago was shocked and saw it. ...

According to the visual inspection, the young man will never be over 25 years old. The simple attire of clean and tidy white shirt and dark gray suspenders looks like a student who is still studying. The book in his left hand is slightly opened from between his slender fingers. The bronzing characters add to the elegant and gentle smile of the young man a three-pointed and warm and jade-like scholarly atmosphere.His facial features are exquisite, and his face is handsome. When he smiles, the straight and extended corners of his eyes are slightly raised, and the approachable warmth reveals a kind of youthful vigor: "I'm sorry, Miss. I'm sorry for my companion. I apologize for the abruptness just now, and hope you can forgive him for his rudeness just now."

How could such an outstanding man have not noticed at all just now?The girl's face was reddish, she lowered her head shyly, but she couldn't help raising her eyes to peek at the young man's darker eyes, which were deeper and clearer than Ziye's. The gentle and focused gaze in the slightly narrow eye sockets will make anyone want to touch the taboo and explore the mystery: "Ah, ah, I'm actually fine...your friend didn't do anything to me...I mean... ..."

The girl's incoherent appearance made the smile in the young man's black eyes gradually deepen, and the clear and melodious baritone hit the girl's heart beating faster and faster: "This is not allowed, no matter how you say it, that perverted way of appearing is still Did it scare you? I must apologize to you." (Hey, you bastard, who is a pervert! The author is holding up the loudspeaker outside the venue: everyone can ignore this Kansai-style background sound.)

"No...no need,..." The girl tightly clenched the corners of her clothes, her blushing cheeks and misty eyes made the former vice-captain of the Eighth Division, who was watching without pressure, uncontrollably think of someone who was far away in the world of souls. Lori's holy father smiled.

bang——

The loud sound of pages colliding broke into the girl's tense auditory nerves without warning, and her gaze, which had already begun to wander around, subconsciously refocused on the young man's indifferently smiling, handsome face. The eyes of the eyes flowed peacefully, and the mild and harmless clarity and moistness at the last moment turned into a bewitching hook soul, stealing all the sanity of the defenseless soul without warning.

The young man gently raised his arm and placed it gently on the girl's round shoulder, and gently covered the girl's smooth forehead with the other hand, smiling like every brother who dotes on his sister too much: "After I let go, we There will be ten seconds to disappear from her eyes, and the memory just now will completely disappear from her mind."

"This kind of thing can be solved with a memory modifier, right? There's no need to be so troublesome, right?" The blond boy picked out his ears and bared an impressive mouthful of whale teeth impatiently, "Plus this time, Zero Degree you This bastard has thrown me out five times today!"

"The principle of the memory modifier is to use a piece of memory to cover the memory at the other end. It does not have the ability to erase itself. A master who is proficient in hypnosis can even extract the real memory without destroying the fake memory." Matsushima Zero Degree said himself Slowly moved her hand away from the girl's forehead, turned her head and confronted the blond man mercilessly, "That's because of half an hour's travel, Mako, you found five more first loves for yourself, and when you reach the destination, you I'm afraid that the first love of yours can get together to hold the United Nations General Assembly. This is the town of Karakura, the spiritual land, who the hell is making repeated orders to keep a low profile before departure?"

"No way, who made the MMs here so cute?" Pingzi shrugged his shoulders, spread his palms and grinned indifferently, his light gray eyes fell on a plump and slim figure, and rushed over excitedly, "First love , my first love, please wait~~~~"

"Do you need me to knock out that incomprehensible idiot?" Miss Lisa, who put down the swimsuit magazine in her hand and slowly pushed her glasses on the bridge of her nose, suggested with a blank expression, "Are you concerned about dealing with the trouble caused by Makoto?" Seems very skilled. If not... I would have thought you were that wolf-hearted bastard."

Zero Degree Matsushima shook his head, let go of his palms and followed Lisa unhurriedly after the golden head, narrowed his eyes and looked at the energetic figure jumping up and down not far away, avoiding the shrewd and sharp woman's questions Tan: "How long has it been since Mako told a strange girl that you are my first love?"

"Since you were with that guy Aizen, haven't you said such a thing?" The former vice-captain of the eighth team pondered slightly, and answered slowly.

Matsushima Zero held the book under his arm again in his hand, and took out a pair of thin, small, round gold-rimmed glasses with mirror chains from his arms. The shape of this kind of glasses always has a subtle sense of joy, but The moment it was worn on the bridge of Matsushima's zero-degree nose, the young man exuding an elegant and scholarly fragrance melted into the cool and quiet background, and retreated from the spotlight of much attention to the boundless darkness behind the curtain.

"Well, then let him continue. Mako has his own measure, and he won't really do anything out of line." Matsushima Zero winked mischievously behind the flat lenses, "Besides, only such Mako Hirako is the real Mako Hirako, isn't she?"

The fingers pinching the edge of the mirror paused slightly, as if infected by the ease in Matsushima's zero-degree tone, the female mask who couldn't help but raise the corners of her lips nodded slightly, "That's right, this is the real Mako Hirako."