[Reaper Hirako Mako fan] Yesterday is not today

Ichiro Nakagawa, who did not affect his good mood at all because of the ruthless and sharp complaints of the favorite student, even smiled brighter when he saw the black line on the forehead of another proud student sliding down with the Kansai accent. The gestures of the tiles, which are so sensitive to Reiatsu, are so light and graceful, as if they were gliding silently.

The sapphire blue eyes are like the most breathtaking and perfect works that can be presented after the best raw stones from Sri Lanka have been cut and polished by skilled craftsmen.

"Meeting old acquaintances in a foreign land is always a joyful thing, Makoto." The black-haired blue-eyed Master Mao, who kept a gentle smile all the time, squinted his eyes in a brisk and joyful tone, emphasizing.

"Meet an old acquaintance in another land?" Pingzi also raised his three white eyes, gazing at the bright and gorgeous sapphire in the sun, which is unbearable to look at, with an awkward posture that makes people suspect that he may unfortunately break his neck in the next moment. Instructor, "I remember you are a pure-blooded nobleman of Jingling Court who was born and bred and can produce a blood certificate depicting Biganhua." - Biganhua is the family crest of the Nakagawa family.

Nakagawa Ichiro did not defend his improper use of words, but instead blinked his eyes at Pingzi with deep meaning: "My one is from outside Jingling Court~~~Xiao Zhenzi."

At the same time, all the subtle and secret changes in the blond captain's expression have been perfectly hidden behind the tilted teacup.

"Yeah, anyway, it's not me you're looking for, so I'll take a step first." Turning the empty teacup dangerously around his fingertips, Hirako waved the capacious sleeves of Captain Haori, like Looking back as if suddenly remembering something, he grinned his bored whale teeth and said, "Souyou remember to send the washed sheets to my dormitory yesterday."

Aizen Deputy Captain==|||: "...Okay, Captain Hirako."

Although anyone can see that Mako Hirako's sudden departure is obviously due to the cryptic information brought by the black-haired and blue-eyed man in front of him, but the impregnable wall caused by the captain's serious distrust of the vice-captain usually flies even a mosquito. There is no strict seal to kill, and in the case of clever women without rice, even with the top-level configuration of Lan Ran's vice-captain 98, which is of excellent quality and rushes straight down on the villain's broad avenue, it is impossible to find the point from this brief paragraph. The clues in the dialogue, the scales and the claws trace back to the source and restore the truth. After all, he is the most promising reactionary armed group leader in the future of the Reaper World, not a classic who has a disaster physique and pokes his nose with a finger. The Wannian primary school student's front-loading washing machine where the boss read "There is only one truth" to the suspect.

"What should I call you? My dear Soyousuke." He called out the name of the vice-captain of the fifth team in a teasing tone, and Ichiro Nakagawa's lips curled into a weird smile, "Do you think it's the vice-captain of Aizen?" Is it better, or is Deacon Aizen more appropriate?"

Although there is still a large distance visible to the naked eye from being serious and rigid, the anomaly of Ichiro Nakagawa, who would never behave so frivolously and playfully, made Aizan couldn't help staring deeply at him through the coated lenses of the plain glasses. The pair of sapphire blue pupils glanced at the black pupil in the center, and then smiled and practiced Tai Chi: "You are really in a good mood, Mr. Zhongchuan."

"Oh, oh, Soyousuke, don't you wonder why Makoto left when he saw me?" Regarding Aizen's obvious diversion from the topic, Gu Youyouyan, he was noncommittal, and Ichiro Nakagawa smiled slightly, and reopened a more constructive topic.

Undoubtedly, this is a rather tempting question.But Aizen was just slightly taken aback, and without even spending more time in hesitation and thinking, he accurately and quickly extinguished the curiosity that emerged from the remote corner of his mind, and also raised a very disguised and deceptive desire. With a gentle smile: "I will learn the reason from Captain Hirako."

"What if he doesn't want to tell you at all?" Nakagawa Ichiro looked at Aizen, who was calmer and more restrained than when he left Mao, with interest, without any malicious questions, but like the sharpest and most fearless steel knife. Unsparingly break through the illusion of harmony and harmony, revealing the suspicion, fear and vigilance hidden underneath. ——It was a sad scene that could be called ironic in terms of the intimacy between the captain and the vice-captain.

The smile on Aizen's lips suddenly deepened, and his deep and steady voice responded to Meno's attack without hesitation: "That proves that Captain Hirako thinks his vice-captain doesn't need to know these things."

"Sure enough, the young master guessed it right again. Before he got married, he turned his elbows in a panic..." Nakagawa Ichiro vividly imitated the wonderful Wufan who was once famous in the entire Goutei [-]th division team. The captain's tone, after a slight pause, finally returned to Lan Ran's familiar calm and calm, and took out a light green invitation card depicting blue lotus water patterns from his arms, the complicated article of Sifengyuan's Tianci soldiers in the lower right corner was very eye-catching , "The invitation card for the lotus feast of the Sifeng Courtyard family is given to Vice Captain Lan Ran by the order of the Patriarch Fuchuan."

Lan Ran took the invitation handed to him, nodded slightly: "Please convey my thanks to Mr. Fu Chuan."

"I will definitely convey it. Ah, that's right. Master Fuchuan also asked me to bring you a message for Yousuke."

"please say."

"During this rare date, please don't take Mako Mako carelessly! Soyousuke."

"..." Vice-captain Aizen silently stared at Instructor Mao with an unscrupulous smile on the opposite side, and the beast in clothes who was a model teacher blinked innocently and shrugged his shoulders easily, "Don't look at me like that. In the name of the Spirit King Swear, I'm just repeating the facts without adding or subtracting."

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"Captain, are you ready?"

"Okay, come in."

The paper door opened, and Hirako, who was dressed in the same deadly outfit as usual, even took off the snow-white haori that represented the captain of the fifth division, was standing in the middle of the room, looking at the mirror with his back facing the height of a person. With a thin back, in the midst of his busy schedule, half of his eyes glanced at the vice-captain, who was also dressed in austere and plain deadly domineering attire, and turned both eyes to the tall figure by the door in dissatisfaction: "It's not for you to dress up." Is it more radiant? Why is it still such a lifeless ghost?"

Because of the backlight, the vice-captain Lanran by the door had all his facial features submerged in thick and colorful shadows, only the upper edge of the black-rimmed glasses flashed a cold light: "This is not allowed, after all, I am accompanying you to a banquet."

"Do you mean that you don't want to overwhelm the host? You are really confident, Soyousuke." The slender fingertips deftly unfolded the last crease on the skirt, Hirako smacked the corner of his mouth and shook his head regretfully, "I can't do that." I also hoped that you could help me distract those arrogant noble ladies, but now it seems that there is no hope at all. Those scary and picky young ladies are not interested in Ojisan."

The youthful and immature Aizen Ojisan heard his captain's extremely mean personal attack, but he just smiled with a good temper and calmly complained: "If I am going to be called a middle-aged uncle at my age, then What should Captain Pingzi be called?"

Hirako Mako, hunched over and copying her hands, walked to the door, raised her golden head sideways, and raised her entire head with the picky eyes of the bargaining expert who rolled up her sleeves in the department store and prepared to kill everyone. The captain plowed from the strands of hair to the tips of his toes and plowed back again, and then spit out a dismissive onomatopoeia from his nose, and said three concise words in a Kansai accent: "Enough of the face. "

Calm and steady, the young and mature vice-captain of Aizen: "..."

"Let's go, Sosuke."

"...Yes, Captain Hirako."

Well, no matter how irreparably serious the self-esteem of our forbearing, patient and persevering vice-captain Aizen has been caused by our picky, mean-spirited Captain Hirako.

At that time, they were still each other's captain and vice-captain, so when the blond captain raised his arm and impatiently called his vice-captain, his gentle, considerate, calm and capable vice-captain would inevitably follow the golden-haired captain. Walking through the pavilions, streets and alleys of Jinglingting with the back of the four seasons, spring and autumn.

The difference of three steps is so close to the end of the world.