[Reaper Hirako Mako fan] Yesterday is not today

hours later...

Hideaki Fukawa still stayed in the morgue, ready to become a fairy.

Matsushima Zero is still squatting in the dark space of resentment and loves each other in the small black room.

Captain Aizen went to the Zhenyang Spiritual Art Institute to pick, ah, no, ah, fooling around, ah, no, it was to protect the delicate future of the [-]th Division of the Guardian Court.

Hirako Mako... has an extra child's shoe named Kuchiki Rukia.Then, as usual, during the class break, I asked the Inoue Holy Mother for the great mind to heal my first love lover, and then I stepped into the boundless sea of ​​​​suffering in the classroom test.

Why do I still have to take the exam after graduation for hundreds of years~~~~ The Masquerade Corps shopkeeper, who really can't love the inherent inadequacy of mathematics, simply swallowed it after being dazzled by the geometric division of the black and white letters on the test paper. A profiteer who robbed the Yihun Pill for the exam, leaned back and passed through the desks and bodies of the students behind him neatly, ignoring the expressions of the high-spirited people =M= in the class, while comfortably watching his own Yihu lying on the table The posture of writing and writing, while strolling around the classroom admiring other people's test papers.

Then, as expected, the moment the get out of class bell rang, he was dragged by the collar of Little Strawberry to an inaccessible flower bed to destroy the corpse and wipe out traces! No, it was torture to extract a confession.

His back hit the edge of the flower bed heavily, and before the painful feeling could be transmitted along the nerve line, Little Strawberry's tea-brown pupils full of doubts had already reached the tip of his nose: "What the hell are you?"

Oh my, the juniors nowadays really don't understand what it means to respect the elderly and respect the virtuous, how can they talk to their seniors in such a tone.Pingzi leaned limply on the flower bed with the arm pressed against his chest by the little strawberry, lazily flipped up a pair of whiteboards, Kansai's voice was full of cynical jokes: "What are you Something, of course I am something~"

After the words fell, Heilu let out a groan, and a row of blue veins and black lines appeared on his head in response to the occasion: "I saw it very clearly when you came out of the body,..."

"Ichigo, let go of Hirako-kun." Her Majesty the Queen from the world of souls and souls turned out from the open window in the corridor behind her.

"Rukia..." Although confused by the choice of his companion, Ichigo subconsciously let go of the collar in his hand and turned his head with a puzzled face.

Yayyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyears time as possible,Little Strawberry started to suffer from tracheitis at this age.Hirako tilted his head, the little strawberry savior was stretched out by the belt, Xiaoman looked from his waist to the approaching Karakura Town Reaper: "Yo, Rukia, how is Byakuya? "

Lukia, who had just shown her queenly temperament, opened her big purple eyes, and looked at the blond boy who was sitting on the edge of the flower bed in surprise: "Ping Zijun knows your brother?"

"Well, I haven't seen Brother Ling for almost 100 years. In my memory, he is still a bean sprouts not much taller than you." Sitting by the flower bed, Pingzi compared his chest with one hand. Bi, "However, with his talent, he should be the captain of the Sixth Division by now, right?"

"My brother was already the captain when I became the god of death....Ping Zijun..."

"Oh, don't be so alien, just call me Makoto." Smilingly interrupting Rukia's question, Hirako put his hands in his pockets and stood up stooped, "Bai Zai used to chase after me all the time." Jing Lingting called this name with such enthusiasm that it was overwhelming." ——Because of the waist-length marriage proposal.

Without any warning, she was stunned speechless by the horrifying revelation that the iceberg Nissan, which she thought would end with hatred for the Titanic, was actually an active volcano. Rukia stared at Hirako calmly with a blank expression. Walking to the open window, the blond man lazily raised a hand and shook it behind his head: "I'm currently staying at the Urahara store, come to me when you're in trouble, Bye~"

After finishing the sentence, the man with neat bangs, brilliant short hair, shining white teeth, and unruly smile has easily stepped over the waist-length window frame, and disappeared in the hall leading to the second floor with the first sound of the school bell. stairway.

The little strawberry who accompanied Rukia to watch the whole conversation, but was confused by the lack of information, finally reacted, and pulled Rukia's slender arm: "Oh, class is over, Rukia and we hurry up……"

Before the words fell, a series of fatal calls came from Rukia's waist—beep beep...

"Hey, hey, Lucia, you..." The fingerless glove depicting a flame skull was slapped on the face, and I could only watch helplessly as the unmanned body collapsed in a magnificent gesture of pushing a golden mountain and falling a jade pillar , the back of the head slammed heavily on the hard stone platform of the flower bed, and the orange-headed strawberry, which was rushed to the scene of the incident by Her Majesty the Queen skillfully carrying the collar of the domineering outfit, could only swallow it to protest the slap in the face In the second half of the sentence, the diversion in the middle of the sentence was replaced by a question about the inhumane personal injury, "...my body will scare others if I leave it here!"

A pair of army green striped sneakers quietly appeared on the stairs leading to the second floor, and the blond man who went back and forth lightly tapped the metal tongue ring on the hard glaze of his teeth: "You are so impatient, young people nowadays But, Little Strawberry, what you should care about is not whether you will frighten passers-by, but whether your body will be damaged. The human body is very, very fragile, Ichigo-kun~"

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"Mr. Matsushita, good morning."

"Hello, Nomura-kun."

"Hello, Mr. Matsushita."

"It's Teacher Sasaki, is the progress of teaching going well recently?"

"The teaching of the third class does not matter whether it is smooth or not."

"I heard that there was a student in class three who was difficult to discipline. It seemed that even Mikami-san felt a headache."

"You're referring to the boy who has a sixth-class Reiatsu when he enters school, but he only wants to stay in the third class—Hideu Yuki."

"Although Yuki Zangwu is now decadent, he is also graduating as the chief student. I didn't expect his child, hey, Yuki's family has reached this generation. Although the qualifications are outstanding, they are more wasteful than his father.  …"

"...Everyone has their own ambitions, isn't Mr. Sasaki talking too much about the Yuki family behind his back like this?" The gentle, soft, low-pitched bass sounded behind Sasaki without any delay, possessed by the soul of gossip Sasaki, who was still about to say something, suddenly changed his face, and then put on a slightly embarrassed smile, "Ahahaha...it's Captain Aizen, time flies so fast, and it's time for the students to wait again Did you have calligraphy class?"

"Captain Aizen, is your calligraphy class over?" Mr. Matsushita pushed the exquisite rimless glasses on the bridge of his nose, and began to dismantle his colleagues unkindly.

"Because I already have an appointment with you, Hikomoto, so I rushed over after class, I hope I didn't keep you waiting." The handsome man with brown hair and brown eyes with impeccable gentleness first nodded to Sasaki politely, and then The gaze behind the black-rimmed glasses is on Gao Xin's tall and straight face, which is more beautiful and elegant than that of a woman. The smile on his lips is so gentle that it feels like a spring breeze.

Matsushita Hikomoto, who has a pretty face that can be called a good-looking girl and an elegant demeanor endowed by noble blood, smiled slightly: "I just came here too. Did the book I mentioned to you last time question you? Help?"

"That book solved many of my problems, so this time I want to ask you a few more questions, Hikomoto."

"Captain Aizan, you're being polite. I'm only lucky enough to know a little because I've stayed in Mao all the year round, and I have a little friendship with Mr. Mikami,..."

What's the situation?I heard that Captain Aizen has been devoting himself to cultivating the loli of the source plan in recent years. I thought that your sexuality, which was once led by your former boss, has been corrected... Could it be that... Miss Hinamori is just a smokescreen for brightly repairing the plank road and secretly darkening Chencang. You, you, you are still secretly harming the rare resources of beautiful men in the soul world, but have you just transformed from being human|wife to being elegant? TAT

Unfortunately, Sasaki-kun, who watched the two men who are equally gentle and elegant, but a man with a holy light and a man who is beyond reach, said that as a normal cannon fodder, the tone of the two people in front of him leaked information. The volume is slightly large, and it is too big for the counterfeit version of CPU Alexa. Although the fire of gossip will never stop, but... there is no plug-in provided by the 98 relatives and friends, and the garbled code blue screen freezes every minute.

No... I want to find my beloved booklet to record this moment full of JQ before the system crashes.With a fighting headband on his head and piercing eyes, Sasaki-kun, who clenched his fist with one hand, began to rush to his office to record this curious CP.

And the truth verified by the discerning eyes of the onlookers is...

In the blurred light of the mirror, the water and the moon, the brown-haired and brown-eyed captain of the Fifth Division had a gentle and friendly smile on his lips: "Long time no see, Kobayakawa."

Matsushita Hikomoto, who was called Kobayakawa by the blue boss, knelt down on one knee with his head down, his clear and clear voice was respectful and humble: "What do you want? Master Aizen."

"From now on, don't let anyone find out that I'm not in the Fifth Division, including Yin. And..." Ai Ran's innate gentleness behind the black-rimmed glasses flashed a biting cold light, like a The unsheathed sharp sword cut through the false illusion with ease, but his voice was low and sweet and gentle, with an elegance and mellowness that could not hear the real mood, "Pay close attention to Hideaki Fukawa's movements."