[Reaper Hirako Mako fan] Yesterday is not today

The girl on the opposite side looked at it for the first time: "Puff ha ha ha ha..."

The girl opposite looked over for a second time: "Wow ha ha ha ha..."

The girl on the opposite side took a third look: "Oh heh heh heh..."

Mako Hirako, who was watched by the girl opposite for the first time: "..."

Mako Hirako, who was watched again by the girl opposite = dish =|||: "..."

Mako Hirako, who was surrounded by the girl across from her three times=皮=+++: "...You woman is not finished yet!" ——Turn the table!Who will tell me that the captain of the [-]th squad really didn't accidentally eat the nerve-type potion with strange effects in the laboratory this morning?From the moment I opened the first room of the team and saw me, I couldn't stop laughing, I almost died from laughing, right?

"Tsk, Ms. Kiryu..." The current unreliable captain of the Fifth Division, who has been onlookers, held his drooping forehead in great distress, "Do you think your laughter is getting weirder?"

The captain of Division [-], who was laughing wildly, leaned over the crooked documents and shrugged his shoulders more vigorously: "Mako...ahhahahaha, I can't do it...help..."

Pingzi, who was holding his forehead with one hand, lost strength and slammed on the desk in front of him. His smooth and smooth forehead hit the solid wood desk heavily, making a deep and heavy muffled sound, and he uttered a painful cry: "The one who wants to call for help!" It should be me!"

"Mako... puff... I really can't do it..." The beautiful captain who is still as handsome as ever put her body back in pain and turned her head away, "Thinking of you being chased out of five streets by Mr. Lan Ran, it is the most beautiful woman of the year. The most fiery and sensational confession... When I think of that scene, I just... Puff, puff hahahaha..."

Mako Hirako, with a bright cloud on his forehead, finally broke out after a long silence with no expression on his face: "Who knew that idiot Soyousuke looked so serious and drunk that he was so virtuous!"

"Huh?" The mature woman with bright and charming eyes widened slightly, and the face that was smiling a moment ago was replaced by suspicion, "Xiao Zhenzi, what did you do? When I saw the photo, I thought it was your prank. Do not you know?"

"What should I know?" Compared with the prudence in the eyes of the beautiful female god of death opposite, Mako Hirako responded with a blank face that was completely out of the situation.

"Aizan-kun's liquor! Ever since I got drunk once at Mao's year-end party, the whole Mao knew that Aizan-kun in class [-] was a serious and good student when he was sober, but he would grab the people around him when he was drunk. People keep confessing their love." A little impatiently knocked on the corner of the table to bring back the mind of the blond man opposite the situation who was too vain, the beautiful woman frowned in disapproval, "I really don't know What are you doing. You have chosen Aizen-kun as your vice-captain, but you are so indifferent to Aizen-kun's affairs, I really don't understand what you are thinking."

"Oh, is there? I don't know at all~~~" Hirako held the back of his head and let out a dry laugh with unknown meaning, trying to get away with it.

"Isn't it?" The voice of the female captain suddenly became harsh, and her sharp gaze aggressively approached the unexpectedly calm gray pupils.

The slender fingers tapped the smooth and sharp lines of the mandible, and the owner of the fingers grinned with a sinister and paradoxical smile: "Is there any example of being kissed by force?"

"Forced kiss? No, just grabbing the wrist..." Captain Yizhou, who heard the inference, paused, then whispered again, "Could it be..." The eyes that looked at Pingzi immediately became subtle and strange.

Knowing that even explaining that this is just a past may not help Ms. Kiryu who has fallen into the delusion of a corrupt woman, Hirako simply skipped this time-wasting step and went directly to the next link, reaching out and knocking on the clean office. Desktop: "Let's put this matter aside for now, Ms. Kiryu's visit can't be just for the matter of Yousuke?"

"I'm so sorry, Makoto. That's why I came here." From the wide sleeves, a copy of the "Women's Association Magazine" exuding the fragrance of ink was taken out, and colorful banknotes were scattered among the pages. It covered up Mako Hirako's embarrassing face on the cover, and the reflection from the edge of the lens of Aizen's classmate in the corner was particularly dazzling. ——I curse the ubiquitous paparazzi of the Women's Death Association, all the men who fall in love with are named Liu and come under the name Hui ah ah ah!

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The blue veins and black lines on the forehead and behind the ears sprung up one after another. Mako Hirako brushed away the banknotes that blocked her view with trembling fingertips, and saw the eye-catching title "Mako Hirako's Forbidden Love History: Cultivation Chapter" ! ——Dedicated to you the most secret, hot and unique Forbidden Love", the surging boundless resentment that reverberated in the chest finally burst out. ——Aizen Soyousuke, don't think that pretending to be crazy and acting stupid can fool you, we have plenty of time to settle things slowly!

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"Ah-choo—" There was an extremely suppressed sneeze sound suddenly in the quiet classroom.

The dim-eyed lecturer Mikami pushed the reading glasses on the bridge of his nose to stop the hypnotic prelude, and looked at his favorite student: "Mr. Aizen, please pay attention to your body, it will be bad if you catch a cold."—— If Hirako Mako, who only got a large bag of chalk knocked out of her forehead in history class because of unscrupulous yawning and lying down openly, saw such obvious differential treatment, I am afraid that the boss will be the boss of the fifth team in the future. The bitterness index of the endless years of being a horse will go up to several levels without any suspense.

Aizan, who rubbed the tip of his nose that was still slightly uncomfortable, bowed slightly in a polite manner, and said with a gentle smile, "Thank you, Teacher Mikami, for your concern. I will pay attention to it."

"You young people, you always act foolishly because you are young...you will regret it when you reach my age." Lecturer Mikami shook his head in the old man's hoarse and slow tone, "It's good to be young (Daddy) Fog)", pick up the chalk again to compose another round of hypnotic march.

Aizen under the podium pinched the tip of his nose and let out a series of small sneezes as if in response to the boundless resentment suddenly erupted by Captain Hirako who was far away in the first room of the Fifth Division.

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"Yeah, Xiaozhenzi's rumored CP is really getting more and more colorful, don't you think so? Ichiro." The face of the unreliable team leader of the fifth team, who was hiding under Jin Changzhi, moved closer to the serious The black-haired man sorting the materials in his hand, the thick and sweet voice of gossip burning at this moment slowly drifted out from behind the beautifully printed magazine.

"It's been a long time since you left the Qingqing Pagoda forest. Would you like to stay longer?" The loyal subordinate who was deeply worried about his young master's negligence answered the question. The red heart in the middle of the sentence was very effective in niping someone's extreme boredom in the bud.

"What a boring man." He complained in a low voice with a sweet voice like a baby, and the man raised a strand of wine-red hair next to his ear to show off his enchanting face, "But I like your incomprehensible style, it's like It's like he's come back to life."

Realizing that his young master who has fallen below the limit of unscrupulousness is likely to start coveting his cucumber, Ichiro Nakagawa paused in his smooth movements of flipping through the paper. The edge of the thin paper was like a sharp blade cutting through the soft fingertips. A drop of bright red blood With the effect of gravity, the beads swelled and plumped up on the fingertips that were hanging down: "Master, are you planning to transfer your love to someone else?"

What responded to Ichiro Nakagawa was a long and exhausted sigh, filled with unbearable sadness and sadness: "I have been disappointed too many times, and I don't have the courage to bear another disappointment. Ichiro."

"...Since you are such a wise young master, you might as well recharge your batteries for the time being, after all, the good show has just begun."