[Reaper Hirako Mako fan] Yesterday is not today

"Souyousuke, do a demonstration." Hirako said, pointing to the target in the distance, and finally remembered to reserve a small nerve in his head to be a teacher. The captain of the third team has a tall and stalwart glorious image in the minds of these future flowers in Mao.

Aizen calmly stood up from his seat, walked to the center of the practice field calmly, raised his hands calmly, and chanted spiritual words calmly.

A scarlet ray of light gradually converged in the palm of the hand, with a swaying comet tail across a distance of 50 meters and accurately hit the opposite target. The power of the explosion blasted the entire target to nothing.

"Very good." Hirako nodded appreciatively, and said to the students kneeling neatly not far away, "I have already emphasized the main points, and Soyousuke's demonstration is also very good, now start practicing in the usual position. Soyousuke, come with me."

"Yes, Captain Hirako." Aizen smiled, and followed Hirako to a cherry tree next to the practice field - a set of utensils for boiling water and tea had already been set up under the shade of the tree.

Aizan, who was originally an excellent model student, had frequent exchanges and interactions with Mako Hirako, the captain of the fifth team, which did not exceed the expectations of the captains.And this fact only proves once again that the captains of the fifth team have always adhered to the first-strike-the-strong circle movement, and it seems that they can always find gold from the waves of countless cheap cannon fodder provided by Mao every year. Unique vision.

"Souyousuke's tea is as good as ever." Hirako leisurely blew away the foam on the surface of the tea, took a sip, and sighed contentedly, "The limelight has been very healthy recently, which makes me a little suspicious. Is it the Aizen Soyousuke I know here?"

The slender palm that was filling his teacup with tea froze slightly, which directly caused a slight break in the continuous golden rainbow bridge that stretched across the midair.The light brown eyes behind the black-framed glasses drooped, and a warm smile floated on the corners of the soft lips: "I heard that Captain Pingzi was always the chief when he was a student."

Hirako put down his glass, plucked his ears indifferently, and bared his bright white teeth at Lan Ran: "I'm not the chief, but that gloomy ghost of Zangwu. Yousuke Sou is not the kind who will obediently step on the front door." People's footprints go forward, so we can only follow the steps of the guy who looks up at the back of his predecessors."

Hirako's words are sharp, but his attitude is very casual, so casual that at any time, place and occasion, the words are full of subtext and meaning, which sounds like a casual chat with no city.

The brown-haired young man holding a teacup on the opposite side did not respond immediately, but softened the green but sharp edges and corners after a period of obvious silence, showing a gentle smile, and even deviated from the deep and deep voice. Ambiguous tenderness: "If Captain Pingzi likes it, I am willing to make tea for Captain Pingzi all the time."

Pingzi put down the teacup in his hand, let half a cup of residual tea swirl in the smooth white glaze with a force that was absolutely not gentle, his slender fingers unconsciously knocked on the edge of the tea table, frowning and swirling. Raising eyebrows and smiling: "No matter how good you are, you can't drink it every day, you'll get tired of it, right? Yousuke."

Aizen pushed the glasses on the bridge of his nose, and his brown eyes were hidden in the flash of light: "I don't think, um, I mean I can change Captain Pingzi for something else if I'm tired of tea. Try something else in this world." How about your coffee?"

Pingzi turned his head sideways to look at the smoky training ground, and gave Aizen a absent-minded silhouette: "Let's talk about it later."

"Okay, Captain Pingzi." Aizan's answer was gentle and considerate, but he went against the tide in Pingzi's most obvious end, "Will Captain Pingzi have a good impression of men?"

"Pfft—cough cough cough..." Mako Hirako, who was forced into a desperate situation of speech disorder by the words that came out of nowhere like a soldier protruding from the sky, returned the half sip of tea swirling in her throat to its original owner very neatly. , By the way, some snot and saliva, "cough, cough cough, Nana Nana Nanani?"

And the instigator of this fountain incident had already seen the right moment, and the teacup in his left hand and the teapot in his right hand stepped to Mako Hirako’s right hand. After placing the utensils in his hand, he calmly pushed the thick black-rimmed glasses on the bridge of his nose and smiled softly: "You can be Didn't hear anything."

"How could I pretend I didn't hear anything!" Hirako Makoto flicked the messy captain Haori Kansai accent at least two octaves higher under his nose and protested solemnly: "Of course labor and management like beautiful girls with plump breasts and cute smiles La! Just like my first love in the fourth team!"

"I see." Realizing that Mako Hirako was suspected of being stabbed in the soft ribs, scratched her sore feet and provoked an unbearable scar from the past, she reacted fiercely. The future BOSS, who has always been MAX, wisely gave up complaining about her future boss's first love. It's not about planning, your old lady is fraternal, and instead tried to change the subject lightly.

"No, you don't know anything!" Hirako Mako's slender and sensitive nerves continued to run wild, pulling away the obstructing fabric on her wrist to reveal two slender forearms that matched her slender figure, and the spiritual pressure followed her lips. The arc steadily increased together, "But soon you will know how cute my first loves are."

So the future vice-captain of the [-]th team who unfortunately stabbed the hornet's nest named Yingzi Mako could only say in desperation that in the long years to come, he blurted out countless times, and it sounded like the standard equipment of a good woman who was molested by a dude on the street. Line: "Please don't do this, Captain Hirako."

The cloth rolled up to the elbows covered the fair and delicate skin again, and at the same time, the raging anger and high spiritual pressure that I embodied in the background board died down.Hirako Mako picked up the teacup in front of her, lowered her brows, shook her finger at the golden reflection, and said calmly, "Yousuke Sou...is troubled by gossip."

Aizen is still worthy of the BOSS's quality in Mako Hirako's ascending spiritual pressure. The unmoving gentle smile reveals a fleeting stiffness in the unexpectedly low end of the Kansai accent. Immediately after Mako Hirako Another sentence that was even more icy was torn apart: "Since you can't bear it, why didn't you agree to Ms. Kiryu's invitation."

"You know all about it?" The immature student who was so young that he could even feel the corners of his brows and eyes suddenly raised his head, and his light-colored pupils behind the lenses suddenly widened.