[Reaper Hirako Mako fan] Yesterday is not today

"Although I don't know what you are thinking, Yousuke You, but I know exactly what the woman in the [-]th division is thinking about. If it wasn't for Yousuke Yousuke, who failed to recruit you, how could she lobby I withdraw from the competition? She should come to show off to me with the letter of appointment of the [-]th squad signed with your name, right?" Mako Hirako continued to act calmly as if nothing had happened, put down the teacup in her hand and raised her brows, "Indeed Soyousuke, you're so troubled...the one you like isn't a man, is it?"

"Puff—cough!" Aizen, who was choked by the liquid secreted from the base of his tongue, quickly adjusted his expression that collapsed in an instant, and replied with righteous words, "No, I like women."——The expression was so stern He almost stretched out three fingers and raised his shoulders to swear to the sky.

And as the leader of the fifth-rank team known as the best JQ in the world, he took the lead in rushing to kill Captain Hirako, who was on the front line of discovering JQ and dismantling CP. His calm lips said: "Then what type of women does Sosuke like? ?”

Mr. Qingshuinen Lanran, who is seriously lacking in vigilance and vigilance against the gossip paparazzi, replied with a little embarrassment: "...I don't have any special requirements. But if you want to say which type of girl you prefer ...It should be the kind with long blond hair and light-colored pupils, and looks slender and delicate both in figure and facial features..."

The last word was swallowed down his throat together with the air reserved for the vibrating vocal cords, and he finally noticed the TX meaning gushing out of the words, the young future boss stopped speaking in a bit of embarrassment, his eyes wandered and his eyes flickered Stagger the line of sight that stays on the opponent's sharp and sharp jaw.

Every soul in the suddenly stagnant air carried a breath of silence called embarrassment.

Da, the deep and sharp sound of the teacup gently touching several sides was mixed with the faint explosion of ghosts in the distance and the singing of the students resounding in the ears. The girl with dazzling long golden hair and sharp light gray pupils rang out. The man's slender face slowly burst into a creepy and paradoxical smile, and the soft and gentle Kansai accent vibrated very close to the frozen air: "Souyousuke thinks I'm a girl, right?"

"How could it be? No matter what happens, the fact that Captain Hirako is a man will not change." Aizen, who had regained her voice again, pushed the glasses on the bridge of her nose as if trying to hide something, and stopped wisely. Continue to cover up.

With a sneer from his nose, Hirako slowly pressed five slender fingers on the flat and clean surfaces, and his understated Kansai accent showed more and more carelessness: "Then, why did Soyousuke want to enter?" The Fifth Division?——Except for the position, the conditions that Captain Hikifune can offer are much better than mine.”

"It's been a long time, Makoto." A clear and pleasant familiar voice sounded behind him, followed by a slight pause, "As soon as we met, I saw you here molesting my chief student with great interest. Has it been so long? Still haven't found a way to squeeze out that excess energy you've always had?"

The turbulent undercurrent after the calm and calm weather suddenly froze with the unexpected insertion, and the moment the slender and slender palm was completely pressed against the tabletop, it completely dissipated.The lazy and drooping elbow pokes into the coiled knee, and the owner of the elbow slowly turns his head in an elegant and lazy posture, like some kind of rare and dangerous cat, the hair ends are shining with the pulling of muscles. The dynamic luster is like the sun's flickering spots on the dense and luxurious fur.

I'm afraid Xiao Zhenzi is not aware of this until today.The icy blue pupils behind the lens are slowly opening without a trace, and the thick and long eyelashes cover the chaotic waves, which is the kind of characteristic that can make people's heart beat at the most casual moment.

"I thought it was Hideaki Fukagawa who crawled out of the grave. It turned out to be you, Ichiro Nakagawa." The palm that was pressed on the table was changed to support the chin, and the bent elbow was still on the knee. The owner of the Kansai accent shook his eyebrows slowly.

Ichiro Nakagawa unfolded his snow-white coat and spread it on the ground as a temporary cushion. He flipped open a teacup on the table and poured a cup of green tea, and put it on the tip of his upturned nose: "Well~~~, good tea. No matter The tea or the water or the person who makes the tea are all top-notch." After taking a sip, Nakagawa Ichiro lifted up his glasses that were slightly hazy in the dense mist, and smiled indifferently like a wisp of sandalwood, "Well, since the hidden That guy Wu is so useless, he hasn't made any progress for so many years, do you want Xiaozhenzi to give me the first time?"

Just a second before the protruding fingertips almost touched the smooth and graceful line of the mandible, another powerful palm covered it, as if provocative. The man who should have exploded at once just grinned and raised the corners of his mouth The index finger drew circles skillfully and ambiguously on the entangled palm, and clung to the smooth wrist in the wide cuff: "Mr. Zhongchuan, you are not the one whose head was cleansed when you were sexually harassed by the sage. Is the door locked?"

The touch of the fingertips finally climbed to the restricted area where pedestrians stopped above the elbow. Ichiro Nakagawa was completely defeated in this competition of endurance and patience, who was more shameless. He shook his shoulders unnaturally and pulled back his arm: "No , but probably just trying to figure out which leg the horse puts first when walking, and accidentally got too close."

"Captain Hirako, please ask Su (Sousuke)..."

After calling out in unison almost indiscriminately, Aizen looked at the blond captain who retracted his arm with that surging curiosity, hesitant to speak, and signaled the other party to exercise priority.

The latter propped up his spine, which seemed to have never been straight since the day he was born, and his lower jaw was pointing towards the roaring and dusty training ground in the distance: "Go and check the practice of those headache-provoking idiots. Before class If half of the inspection fails, you are the only one to ask."

Gentle light-colored pupils stare deeply at the blonde man with a diluted expression through the thick lenses. Compared with the light iridescent pupils, the pupils are more serene and unpredictable. The lips of the young and immature college student unfold the gentle arc like a mask as always , bowed his head in the other party's frowning brows and chose to obey submissively again: "Okay, Captain Hirako."

Glancing at the tall and slightly thin figure walking into the practice field, Hirako Makoto frowned again and completely retracted the corner of her eyes, and twitched the corner of her mouth with a sneer: "It's that expression just now again, what a shame!" Not a likable fellow."

Although willful, harsh and picky, for some unknown reason, Hirako Mako rarely showed such unabashed hostility and disgust towards a person.Ichiro Nakagawa remembers very clearly that the last person who could make Mako Hirako, who can be regarded as inexpressible to some extent, express such strong negative emotions was the one in his family who could be called the ultimate wonder from any angle. The "master".

"Oh, it's really so pitiful, so pitiful, isn't this called the hardship of love?" Nakagawa Ichiro said with emotion as he put down his empty teacup.

"What did you say?" As expected, the blond captain grinned menacingly.

Ichiro Nakagawa pushed the glasses that almost slipped to the tip of his nose, and poured himself a drink: "It's nothing. I'm just a little surprised. After all, I haven't seen anyone who can be so annoying to you except Yingming... No, this This level should already be called disgust. Is there a difference?"

"Of course." The Kansai accent replied resolutely and forcefully.

==|||Suddenly felt that the fate of another proud disciple of his family was in danger, Ichiro Nakagawa calmly asked after a short silence: "...So, can you tell me?"

The blond-haired captain tapped on the table, as if trying to clear his mind and organize his words. After a long time, he replied slowly and word by word in a more cautious tone than the frivolous and slippery ones he was accustomed to hearing: "This Well, probably the difference between the past tense and the future tense?"

As the words fell, Nakagawa Ichiro, who was a bystander, couldn't help covering his face and lamenting that the Nei Niu Bowl Noodles, the rough and bumpy journey he had embarked on for the future BOSS without hesitation, played a decisive role in the rapid growth of the BOSS's black-bellied ghosts and animals to a certain extent. The long road to growth brings tears of sympathy. ——Is there a lower starting point for the so-called workplace life than this when you offend your own picky, self-willed, harsh and harsh boss without doing anything? !

"Ah~~~~I think it's so pitiful that it's not enough to describe the situation of Aizen-kun. That kid obviously desperately wants to talk to you more, but you are so stingy that you can't even satisfy his little curiosity. I don’t even want to.” Just like all the bad friends who have known each other for many years spare no effort to tease each other at the tea table, Ichiro Nakagawa lowered his shoulders slightly, and his messy bangs danced on the ice-blue sea level due to the effect of gravity. Perfect wave, lowered his voice, "Since you don't like Mr. Lan Ran, why did you choose him as the vice-captain?"

With fingers crossed and thumbs open, the tiger's mouth was caught in the imperceptible depression of the mandible, Hirako shook his eyebrows lazily, and replied in the same lazily nonchalant Kansai accent: "Anyway, I don't have a chance to see that face. "——Do you mean that in the days to come, you will devote yourself to keeping the gentle face of BOSS out of your field of vision with your seat-counting official duties and amazingly frequent personal life demands?

Obviously, watching Hirako go from a generation of unscrupulous and hot-blooded young man to the idle and unreliable Her Majesty, the dark and evil road, Ichiro Nakagawa, who can't even pull back nine cows, with his absolutely excellent software and hardware The configuration plus a deep knowledge of the nature of the person in front of him understood the implication of the blond god of death without any hindrance. When he raised his glass, the movement of his lips froze for an instant and judged. s face. ——Could this be the sadomasochistic love of the legendary black-bellied ghost and heretic Shou X's proud and tsundere queen?

Ichiro Nakagawa put down his teacup and sighed in a low voice: "Mako, if you put too much pressure on the immature saplings, they will grow into trees with crooked necks."

"That also requires him to be a tree that can become useful."

"I think Aizen-kun's performance in Mao has already explained everything."

"So what about here?" Not with the index finger that ordinary people are used to, but with a rather proud thumb to poke the temple hidden under the blond hair. The thought is enough for him to go to hell!"