yo little strawberry

What is the most frustrating thing about class?

It is because the heart has already flown out of the window, but the body still needs to stay in the classroom, listening to the teacher on the podium spitting all over the topic, and pretending to be listening carefully.Remembering the class notes, but thinking about other things in my mind, I keep my head down and pay attention to the time at any time, waiting for the wonderful moment when the get out of class bell rings.

Yishou usually only listens to the first 10 minutes in class, and then starts to wander into space.It seemed that there were less than 5 minutes until the end of get out of class, but the teacher on the stage showed no sign of wanting to stop for a rest, or give a summary to prepare for the end of get out of class.

This made him anxious, because the man standing on the podium was obviously a middle-aged man wearing a wig, and he had a bad record of procrastinating for more than 20 minutes.

Just when Yishou felt that he was going to be unable to sit still, the classroom door was suddenly opened!

The classroom suddenly became silent, and everyone stared at the person at the door with astonished eyes. Although everyone remained quiet, everyone had excitement on their faces, as if they were waiting for a good show to be staged.

The teacher who was interrupted was a little unhappy. He pressed the wig on his head and looked up and down at the sudden uninvited guest with scrutiny. "I'm sorry, who are you looking for? I'm in class now..."

"Ichigo Ishou, we have found a way to restore Zanpakuto to sanity, come on, come with us!"

Toshirō Hitsugaya stood at the door wearing a student uniform, his expression still serious and inconsistent with his handsome appearance.Standing beside him is the choppy Matsumoto Rangiku, whose magnificent bust almost tore through the shirt, and the lower body is wearing a miniskirt, which may be exposed at any time.

Renji stood behind them. Although he was also wearing a school uniform, his exaggerated red hair and strangely shaped black tattoos made him look like a delinquent boy.

Compared with Renji's red hair, Madarame's shiny bald head is even more eye-catching.If Renji wearing a school uniform would be considered a delinquent boy, then even if Madarame wore a well-regulated school uniform, he would be considered a hooligan rather than a student.

Madarame played with the wooden stick in his hand, and shrugged helplessly, "Hey, it's really annoying not being able to hold a knife after using Yoshiko! Damn it! I have to use this thing to make up the number, otherwise I always feel uncomfortable with empty hands!"

Yumi Ayasegawa fondled the colorful feathers at the corners of his eyes, raised his eyebrows narcissistically and said, "Well, no matter what I wear, I am the most beautiful. It's really... oh, it's so good."

Looking at the group of people standing at the door, Ichigo was embarrassed, Isshou Fengzhong was messed up, and Ishida Chadu Inoue was orzed.

However, other students in the class became excited and excited like chicken blood! !

"Hey, look at that beautiful woman's breasts are so big ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah hey, I really think about it..."

"Is there something wrong with the leading child? You see, he is so short and his hair is all white. Is this the legendary young man with gray hair?"

"...What's the matter with that red-haired boy? The tattoo on his body is really old-fashioned. Is it a sticker that Chewing Gum gave recently? Damn, didn't this guy put that sticker on himself?"

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Renji was enraged, and he was about to punch the guy who complained about his tattoo, but he was tied tightly by the corner of Madarame behind him, and he roared angrily: "Did you hear what they said about me? Damn it , See if I don't chop these guys into pieces!"

Madarame pulled Renji gloatingly, the smile on his face was as bright as that of flowers, he persuaded not very sincerely: "Ah Renji, don't be as knowledgeable as this kind of human beings, besides what they say is true! "

"Hey, did you see that... the bald head standing next to the red hair? Pfft—!! That's a bald head, hey, it's really a big bald head!"

"Yeah yeah hahaha I laughed so hard, did that bald head get wet? What's on the corner of his eye? Pink eyeshadow? Hahahahahaha..."

"Did you see it? What is that bald man holding in his hand? A wooden stick? Pfft hahahaha why is he still pinning the wooden stick to his belt? I'm going to die of laughter..."

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Lianji grabbed the corner of Madara's eyes, which had already burst into rage with blue veins, imitating the other party's extremely insincere tone just now and comforted him: "Oh, forget it, don't care about it like that group of humans! Let's talk , you are indeed a big bald head!"

Isshou and Ichigo, who came back to their senses, looked at each other, then lowered their heads to pack their schoolbags, ready to run away.Just as the brothers were packing up their things and preparing to leave the classroom, the teacher who had been neglected all this time stopped them suddenly.

"get out of class is over yet, I haven't said get out of class is over yet, who told you to leave the classroom?"

Probably because he felt that he was not taken seriously by the students, this middle-aged man who looked about 40 years old began to dig into the horns, and his words began to become harsh.

"Also, those at the door are your friends? Why do you have such strange friends? Oh yes, how did I forget? Kurosaki Ichigo, you fought with people when you were in junior high school, look at the two of you brothers Exaggerated hair color! After reading this, I know that the two of you are not good students..."

Because of the color of their hair, the two brothers were often provoked by those punks when they were in school.Ichigo never refuses anyone who comes to fights. Over time, more and more people around him think that Kurosaki Ichigo is a bad boy who fights very hard.However, Yishou has never been said to be a bad boy.As for why the two brothers are so different, the reason is actually very simple.

Ichigo frowned habitually, with a ferocious face matched with that dazzling orange hair, I am afraid that no one would believe him if he told people that he was not a bad boy.But Yishou is different, because his naturally delicate eyebrows and soft eyes give people a very gentle feeling.So even if his hair is more dazzling, no one will associate him with bad boys.

But today, this middle-aged man, who was stimulated and talked a lot, even classified the two brothers as "bad", so Ichigo, who was still feeling guilty for sneaking out of the classroom, heard the teacher say this At that time, the anger came up directly.

Why are these people indiscriminate?If the natural hair color is exaggerated, will he be considered a bad boy?The little bastard came to make trouble for him. If he fought back, he would be a "bad boy who is good at fighting". If he didn't fight back, he probably wouldn't be able to get rid of this "bad boy".

Ichigo felt that there were some things to ignore it, and he just passed it. Anyway, he has been called a bad boy, and even he himself is used to it. Sometimes he even thinks that he is probably really scary. People often get called by him for no reason. scared.However, Yishou is not.

How could Yishou be said to be a bad boy?

I can bear it myself, but why should Yishou bear it too?

"Hey, what do you mean? Yishou's grades have always been very good, why do you say that about him? Are you a teacher? Hey, is there a teacher who would simply judge a person by hair color like those bastards?"

Ichigo clenched his fists, hating his teeth itching but still maintaining reason, trying to explain to the teacher in front of him with his emotions empty, "It's our fault to leave without saying hello to the teacher, but you can't just think that ..."

Before he could finish his sentence, he was interrupted by Yishou.

"Brother, don't you understand?"

Isshou did not let Ichigo continue talking, but slightly lowered his head and flicked the dust off his body, then stood up straight and looked condescendingly at the middle-aged man who was only about 1.6 meters in front of him, his brown eyes were soft and tender. Clear, but the upward arc of the lips carried a hint of irony and mockery.

"Teacher, I don't need to say hello to you when my elder brother and I leave the classroom. Because of ourselves, aren't we bad boys in your eyes? What do you expect two bad boys to do? It's like the student in the next class taking advantage of you after work When you go home, will you be beaten up on the way?"

After finishing speaking, Isshou ignored the teacher's expression of eating poop, directly grabbed Ichigo, and walked out of the classroom without looking back.

"Yishou, why do you..."

Ichigo frowned. In his memory, his younger brother had never talked to the teacher like this. He was always polite. Why did he feel like a different person today.

"Brother, you are such an idiot!" Yishou dragged his elder brother to the corridor, looked back at Lianji and others who were watching a good show, rolled his eyes angrily, and said in a muffled voice.

"Damn it, I never cared about what other people think of me. What happened to the bad boy? The wig says I am, but am I really the fuck? What is he? Leaving aside the relationship that he is a teacher and I am a student, he What is it? A passerby, why should I care what he said?"

Yishou's tone of voice was a bit aggressive, as if the resentment he had endured for a long time finally had an outlet, he changed from his usual smiling and gentle image, and began to show his other side that had been hidden for a long time.

"Who does that old man think he is? I've been thinking about it. I've been annoyed by his wig for a long time. Is there anyone who wears a wig that's so disgusting? I'm afraid that people won't know what he is wearing on his head. What about a wig? When you talk, the saliva is like a watering can, whoever sits in the front row has to hold an umbrella! Every time, I drag the hall, dragging his sister!"

Feeling the terribly quiet surroundings, he raised his eyes to look at the embarrassed Ichigo, and narrowed his eyes dangerously, "Why, am I wrong?"

Shocked by his younger brother's aura, Ichigo shook his head subconsciously, "Yes, Ichiju, you are right."

Isshou nodded in satisfaction, leaned against the wall leisurely, looked up at the ceiling, "Don't explain anything to that kind of wig cover in the future, it's useless to tell him any more, do you hear me?"

Feeling that his younger brother's potential queen aura was aroused by him, Ichigo wagged his tail back and forth non-stop, screamed excitedly, and nodded his head vigorously.

Hitsugaya Toshiro, who had been watching the battle for a long time, saw that Isshou's fire was slowly dissipating, so he came out and said unhurriedly: "Then, we should also discuss how to deal with Zanpakuto now. The soul world over there The news came just now, and if they want Zanpakuto to regain their sanity, they can only regain their sanity by defeating their own Zanpakuto with their own hands."

"But the problem now is...we don't even know where the Zanpakuto is hidden. Are the sword souls on the corpse soul world very active? Then why are the souls on this world so quiet? Could it be that they are asleep?" Yishou frowned, thinking why the twin ghosts didn't come out to say hello to him, he hadn't seen a soul of the sword in such a long time.

Renji nodded in great agreement, and then walked up to the two brothers and hooked Kazuki's shoulders, "Tsk, I think so too! The sword spirits in this world are too fucking cowardly, they should have known that I You shouldn’t have come to this world, why should you stay in Jingling Court!”

Renji, who put his arms around Isshou's shoulders, suddenly inexplicably felt a murderous aura behind him——

He turned his head slowly, only to find that Ichigo was staring at him with those green eyes, the eyes looked more and more like some kind of beast that had been robbed of its food...

"I-Ichigo, I-I slipped my hand, I, don't, don't do this, hey!" Renji carefully retracted his claws, and jumped away from Isshou's side as if avoiding a virus, " Yishou, what kind of animal is your elder brother, hey, what is this, Hushi?"

Yishou patted his elder brother's head like soothing a puppy, with a gentle smile on his face, "Hey, I'll feed you when I go home. What do you want to eat?"

"Yi Shou, it's been a long time since we took a bath together, shall I help you rub your back tonight?" A large loyal dog wagged its tail and barked coquettishly.

"...No need, I can do it myself." A certain subject sweated and shook his head, retreating again and again.

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When Kazushou and others came out of the school and were about to go to the Urahara store to discuss countermeasures, a familiar and strange spiritual pressure suddenly struck from all directions.

In a blink of an eye, everything on the earth seemed to lose its color, only the three monotonous colors of gray, black and white intertwined. Slowly, a touch of bright red suddenly emerged from the black mist, dyeing the surrounding gray-white sky with this scarlet red .

The dark red clouds gradually smudged in the air like thick ink. In an instant, not only the sky turned blood red, but even the streets, big trees, and green leaves on the ground were all stained by her with this strange feeling. color.From the original gray and black to light red, red, the purity of the color is getting higher and higher, and finally it has completely turned into an endless bloody world.

This color, which resembles human blood, filled everyone's eyes. In a trance, one could even smell the disgusting smell of rotting blood, as if there were bones and corpses that kept wailing and crying under their feet.

Sensing the fluctuation of the high-concentration spirit particles floating in the air, Yishou quickly left the entity, facing this sudden crisis in the state of death.The people around them also put their "corpse" in the corner when the opponent did not show up, pulled out the Zanpakutō from their waists, and concentrated on facing the coming enemy.

"They used an enchantment, damn it, what kind of special ability is this?" Hitsugaya looked at the endless bloody world around him with some disgust, and held his Zanpakuto tightly with his right hand, "Everyone form a A circle, the enemy does not know from which direction to attack!"

Yishou looked up to the southeast, felt the familiar Reiatsu approaching, and immediately reminded the people around him in a low voice, "Be careful, they are coming!"

As soon as his words fell, a vigorous figure suddenly appeared out of thin air in the originally gray sky.

I saw the man was wearing a white kimono, half of his face was covered by his silver-white hair.Against the red background, the white is pale and dazzling.That person has a pair of beautiful and coquettish red eyes that look like jewels. At this moment, he is staring closely at the boy on the ground that he is most familiar with.

Kazushou raised his head and looked at the other party. What he saw in the other party's fiery red pupils was anger, and he couldn't read anything other than anger.In fact, he thought that the Zanpakuto that Muramasa had bewitched should be killing and bloody, because that was the nature of the Zanpakuto.

However, the blood-red eyes were filled with that kind of excitement, but it had nothing to do with killing or gore.It was just pure anger, and it felt as if his master had done something to offend Daohun.

However, in such a short time, the blood red that was still in the air suddenly disappeared, along with its spiritual pressure.

"Damn it, can you be invisible while hiding the Reiatsu?" Renji clenched the Zanpakuto in his hand angrily, "So, the soul of the sword that used the barrier to capture me and Ichigo last time is you Are you a twin ghost? Does your Zanpakuto have any special abilities? What's going on with this enchantment?"

Yishou looked down at the twin ghosts who didn't have any spiritual pressure fluctuations in their hands, his eyes dimmed, and his voice was helpless.

"The twin ghosts have two knives. The two knives have different shapes and abilities. It can be said that the two are completely different. I don't know if they are opposed to each other. I only know that if the blood red attack is like Hyorinmaru belongs to the full-range attack type, so Bone is more inclined to... the hallucination type."

Bone did not betray, it stands to reason that Blood Red can only use half of the power of twin ghosts.But the enchantment in front of him looks like a trick used by the Zanpakuto of the illusion system. Could it be said that after the blood red Zanpakuto of the full-range attack system is materialized, this kind of enchantment can also be created?

Wait a minute, if this is not an enchantment, what exactly is it?

Yishou's heart suddenly skipped a beat, always feeling that there was something important that he had overlooked.

The author has something to say: YD has no responsibility for the small theater——

The shitty things of the souls of the sword ([-])

Gray cat (winking): Hey blood red, what type of woman do you like~ Blood red (glance): Huh?Gray cat (chest raised): I mean... blood red, do you like the plump type?It's just like others~ Xuehong (face expressionless): I hate plump ones, they are in the way.Gray Cat (being hit): What are you cutting, so you like Feimei, tsk, that girl must be so happy.

Feimei (blushing): ...I, I heard the gray cat say, blood red you, you like me...

Blood Red (with a cigarette in his mouth): Huh?

Fei Mei (twiddling): It turns out that Xuehong is so shy.

Blood Red (breathing smoke): ...

Fei Mei (approaching): Blood Hong, I have always liked you.

Xue Hong (with a blank face): Oh.

Fei Mei (blushing): I know, you, you like me too... I've heard what Gray Cat said...

Blood Red (silent): ...

Feimei (affectionate): Blood red, I, we...

Xue Hong threw away the cigarette, stepped on the ground a few times, turned around and left without looking back.

"...I'm not interested in women."

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