[Reaper Hirako Mako fan] Yesterday is not today

The interesting part of this hot spring hotel doesn't seem to stop at all, on the contrary, it just gets worse.

Pingzi watched silently as the hostess opened the traditional Japanese-style sliding door in front of him, and couldn't help but glance at the door frame on the left from the corner of his eyes. A layer of transparent coating can be seen a line of hearty running script with pen and ink - the fifth team, and a cluster of shy and low-hanging bell-shaped flower clusters are swaying and swaying below. ——Clearly it is the team flower drunken wood of the fifth team.

Of course, before that, Hirako had already seen the gentian of the fourth division, the gladiolus of the eighth division, and the swallow grass of the thirteenth division... What do you mean the order is wrong?It's the wrong order that makes people feel even more creepy, because the adjacent order seems to correspond to the true distribution of the Goutei [-]th Division in Jinglingting!

As if he had already expected the suspicion in Pingzi's eyes, his demeanor was dignified and calm, and he hardly looked like a businessman welcoming and sending off. The hostess explained with a smile: "This hotel has changed hands several times. I heard from the previous shop owner that the owner who originally built the museum here was also a Shinigami-sama like the two, and seemed to be a distinguished captain. The layout of the shop was all designed by him, which secretly fit the layout of the Goutei [-]th Division , so the god of death who came here was surprised by the layout of the shop."

Hirako raised his eyelids slightly, completely revealing the light gray pupils hanging in the eye sockets. The expression was extremely subtle, but Aizen, who had been watching Hirako's every move, knew that it was Hirako. One of the small movements that will appear after he has caught a horse's hair with his terrifying insight to touch a horse.

How would he ask?As relentlessly aggressive as he'd been with him?For some reason, Aizen was suddenly full of inexplicable expectations for the next development.

However, to Aizen's surprise, Hirako seemed completely unaware of the inadvertently leaked information in the hostess' words. Instead, he lazily leaned against the door and praised casually: "That Shinigami-sama is so brave, the owner, you You have good eyesight too. You can tell that Soyousuke and I are members of the [-]th squad."

"Huh?" A flash of surprise flashed across the face of the hostess, and then she lowered her head and covered her mouth with a chuckle. Her movements were graceful and elegant, and her slightly trembling figure had a delicate and graceful posture, "I It's just that the room was prepared at the request of the adults, I didn't expect such a coincidence."

"That's why I'm destined to meet you. I'm really rude if I haven't asked the owner of the store~~~" The natural frivolity of the Kansai accent seems to be born specifically for the purpose of flirting with beautiful women, and after Mako Hirako becomes serious and emits male hormones The uninhibited and unrestrained nature that walks under the politeness, the sharp and deadly dangerous atmosphere is wrapped in the noble elegance created by Hideaki Fukawa's high-pressure elite education, like a dagger hidden in a sheath, which is very exciting. The moment the sharp knife was drawn out of its sheath, the bloody Mitu.

The hostess, who has always been elegant and generous, blushed slightly, turned her head and lowered her eyes shyly: "You can just call me Meixiang. Ah, the lunch for the two adults should be ready, and the little girl will go to the kitchen now." Let's take a look." After saying that, before Pingzi opened his mouth to speak, he quickly walked away in the direction Pingzi came from.

"Such a beauty, you don't mind if I bother you here for a few more days?" Hirako said loudly to the hasty but even more graceful figure, squinting her slender eyes and watching the beautiful woman's fleeing figure disappear into the corridor corner smiled.

The next moment, he glanced sideways at the adjutant who had never said a word and was willing to act as the background, and logically flipped it up on the bullock cart to reveal a half-clump of drunken clothes: "Why are you in a daze, Soyousuke, follow me come in."

In the super close-range special seats, they watched the wonderful performance of their team leader hooking up with the girls. The vice-captain Aizen entered the Japanese room silently, and turned around to close the door habitually.When I looked back again, my captain, who was so headache even when he fell asleep, had already pushed open the side door leading to the rear courtyard restlessly, and was standing under the eaves of the corridor with Tang style, leisurely admiring the darkness in the courtyard. Verdant scenery.

"Come and see, Soyousuke." Captain Hirako, who seemed to have discovered the New World, was full of childlike carelessness and pure surprise in his tone, pointing to the low shrubs under the tall trees in the courtyard, "the horse drunken tree here He looks much better than the ones in the fan team."

Aizan walked across the room, glanced at the lush and elegant scenery in the yard, the encyclopedia-style Mao's chief student mode was automatically turned on, and couldn't help but chatter: "Although the horse drunken tree is not picky about the growing environment, it is more suitable for growing in In a semi-dark and humid environment, the most fearful thing is exposure to strong light. Mako, you like to bask in the sun very much."

Aizan's words were originally simply pointing out that because of the living habits of a certain fifth team captain, the parasols planted in the yard to protect the horse drunken wood from the wind and rain and filter the sun were all wiped out by a certain captain at the command of a certain captain. The fact that the rows of wooden piers are reserved for future generations to look up to.God knows, Hirako Mako's brain structure, which is completely opposite to normal people, is also very different from the genuine BOSS. She interpreted this sentence in a weird direction, and she turned her adjutant from head to toe from the corner of her eyes from top to bottom. It was shaved from toe to head, and at the end, the dead fish eyes undisguisedly froze around the "people" of the future boss, and comforted him with pity and sympathy: "It doesn't matter, child, you will grow up." .”

What the hell did you think of?Captain Hirako!The future boss, who was molested by his immediate boss, almost slipped, followed his inner will, bowed down to his captain's domineering outfit, and bowed down to OTZ in frustration.

As if completely unaware of the impact her unintentional words had on the dignity of the well-behaved and docile 24 filial sub-team men, Hirako Mako raised her hand and patted Aizen on the shoulder: "I will take care of the team Sousuke, who took good care of you like the drunken horses in the movie. First of all, let’s fill our stomachs first, eh~~~ The beautiful store manager seems to be shy~~~”

This kind of declaration is not so much a warning as a threat, right?The oppressed vice-captain couldn't figure out where he made the picky boss so sensitive, but he also felt a spiritual pressure that was approaching outside the door, which was far weaker than the hostess here. ——Shaking your head, blue boss who is extremely smart, don't you understand that your team leader's stimulation of you is completely a habit, and the reason is just a cloud?

The weak spiritual pressure quickly approached, and soon, thanks to the captain's sensitive and good hearing, Aizen could already hear the heavy and slow voice of a man's footsteps compared to the lightness and dexterity of a woman.Opening the door, as expected, it was the guy named Ahe who had glimpsed in front of the shop.

Lan Ran looked back, as if she didn't know anything about it, she was full of disappointment and complained about the frivolous captain who didn't have any beauties. She nodded slightly and thanked him, took the lunch from the guy, and closed the door neatly again.

Putting the rather sumptuous lunch in his hand on the low table in the room, the blond captain, who had been in the position early, raised the corners of his mouth and grinned as Jinglingting's only family has no semicolon, asking half-jokingly and half-jokingly. Said: "What do you think of this lunch?"

"If the full score is ten, I'll give it eight." The gentle and elegant vice-captain was slightly startled, and replied respectfully.

Hirako had already picked up a piece of tempura in front of him, put it in his mouth, and muttered vaguely: "I didn't expect Soyousuke to be so picky, I'm very satisfied."

"Oh? Makoto is obviously very picky about this." The deputy captain took the opportunity to make a small complaint about his boss, kicked him out to buy oden before dawn, and named him the "Fuxing boy" from the tenth district of Nanliuhun Street. .

"Sure enough, he's still a kid." Hirako swallowed the tempura in his mouth, reached out and hooked Aizen's shoulders and slowly pulled them into his arms, his warm breath gently wrapped around the soft earlobe, and he breathed slowly The sensitive nerve endings are slowly encroaching on the nerve center hidden in the cranial cavity. Out of instinctive resistance to the ambiguous situation at hand, Aizen stands up and tries to distance himself from the dangerous distance that is close to intimacy, but is caught by the brain. After that, the five fingers that opened suddenly inserted into the soft and curly hair to block the retreat, and the firm and powerful interception made Aizen quickly control the subconscious instinctive reaction and focus all his attention on the left ear.

There is no so-called provocation, let alone imaginative lingering, Mako Hirako's Kansai dialect is as frivolous and funny as ever, but with a clear and calm understanding of everything: "If the hero of the affair falls down early, this romance will be good." There is no need to sing in the play. Guess, when will our heroine be shy before taking action? Sosuke."

The author has something to say:

Labor and management, I can't find the location distribution map of the 98th division of Goutei in Jinglingting in [-].Just ignore this nonsense.