Not a childhood sweetheart

The smell of the man left behind.The faint fragrance is the smell of sunshine mixed with the fragrance of tea.It was lighter than that night.

He is very much like him.

That night after seeing Xue Nu's true face, who didn't say anything, just took off his coat and put it on her body; who said to her that night: "I stay here, you go back first Let's go." Then he smiled slightly, unchanged for many years.

The tenderness, tolerance and thoughtfulness are better than anyone else, and they will be forever in people's hearts.

Aizen Sousuke.

Wudong closed his eyes wearily, and the loosely tied hair rope behind him was unraveled again, and the black hair contrasted sharply with the white bed sheet.

She has never been smart and can't understand anyone, so she can only shrink in her own shell and secretly watch other people's splendor in this world.

The next day, lunch time.Wufuyu, who came to the edge of Mao's woods with his own food and was about to have lunch, was disturbed by the sound of fighting caused by the collision of bamboo knives.Maybe the students are discussing each other?Without thinking too much, Wu Dong didn't intend to pay attention to it, but when a wooden knife flew in front of his eyes and didn't respond, then his level of calmness was no longer at the human level.

Leaping back two meters, Wu Dong looked at the wooden knife standing upright on the place where he was sitting on the ground with lingering fear, took a few deep breaths, and then raised his head and locked his eyes on the red-haired boy who came looking for the knife.

"I'm sorry! Senior, he didn't mean it!" Obviously, he didn't expect anyone here. The red-haired freshman froze in place after seeing Wu Dong, and the yellow-haired boy who followed hurriedly apologized on his behalf.

"It's okay." For a person like Wu Dong who is as calm as water, it is impossible to get angry, at most he was a little frightened, so he replied lightly.But when Wudong came out from the shade of the tree and stood in the sunlight of the mottled shadow of the tree, even the boy with yellow hair who followed him was stunned.

He has seen many good-looking girls Jiliang, most of them are rich and vulgar, and he has never seen such a natural one.The indifferent demeanor can be completely integrated with this quiet forest, even if she is mistaken for the "Spirit of the Forest", it is understandable.

"Aren't you... a student?" The red-haired one blurted out in surprise after realizing that Wudong was not wearing Mao's school uniform but a Shiba outfit.

"I'm Mao's teacher, and now I'm the head teacher of the third-year group. It's the first time for two freshmen to meet." Yayoi Wufuyu walked out of the woods and nodded to the two boys who were taller than her.For strangers, there is no need to know, even the name will not be told, this is Yayoi Kirifuyu's alienation and indifference.

"Kirai Tsuru." "Asai Renji." The two children immediately stood at attention and reported their names.This is politeness and respect for the status of elders and teachers.

"Then there will be a period later. Practice slowly." Being interrupted for lunch, Wu Dong had to find another place. After saying this, he picked up his food again and found another quiet place.

The two who were left behind fell into deep thought.

"A Sani. This teacher's Shunpo is very fast." It was Kirai Tsuru who thought so.

Renji Asai, who has always been obsessed with training, abnormally did not pay attention to this point, but thought of a person Rukia had mentioned.

It is said that she looks very good-looking, it is said that she has a pair of green eyes, it is said that she has long black hair, it is said...she is not an ordinary puppet, but a god of death.

When Rukia was young, she only met once, the goddess of death who saved her from the false mouth.

Could it be her?

Twenty-eighth

"Not My Childhood Sweetheart (Death)" Bu NuoˇTwentyeighthˇ

As soon as the afternoon class ended, the red-haired irascible boy rushed into the classroom of the second group, leaving the yellow-haired boy standing outside the window of the second group with a confused expression on his face, but when he saw the boy next to him with two When seeing the girl with braided hair, the expression on her face became a little subtle, as evidenced by the little blush. After a while, the red-haired boy dragged a girl with a strange hairstyle and jumped out of the window of the second group. Passive, and then punched the boy in the face, and finally kicked him hard.The fights are all fights, but it can still be seen that the four of them have a good relationship, and it can be seen which of them has a secret affection for that.

This is youth.

Standing at the window on the third floor just in time to see the scene on the first floor opposite, Wudong raised the corners of his mouth.So bright hair color is really rare, so it will be particularly eye-catching, isn't it?Otherwise, how would I notice them.After all, I'm used to indifference... That enthusiasm, that energy, that silent gazing at the one I like, that determination to protect the one I like are already doomed, and these boys and girls are bound to become outstanding gods of death .Excellent, as soon as the word came to mind, Wudong's first reaction was the man with brown curly hair, followed by an instinctive shudder in his body.This man is gentle but also very oppressive.What did he mean by joining...?Want to join the Fifth Division?Besides, Wudong really couldn't think of a second possibility.Forget it, don't think about it if you can't figure it out.Wu Dong took a sip of tea, withdrew his gaze from the window, and smiled wryly at the bouquet of flowers on the office table.These kids... can really cause trouble.

However, the feeling of being confessed and praised by others is not bad.Wudong smiled slyly and narrowed his eyes.

Mao is really a good place, at least here, Yayoi Kirifuyu can show all kinds of smiles.

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At dinnertime, the foursome got together for the first time to eat.A little stiff and a little awkward, but the atmosphere was soon enlivened, who said that everyone is just a child.While Hinamori and Kira were discussing onido skills, A Sanjing also quietly talked to the girl next to him about the things that made him care all day.

"Speaking of which, Rukia. At noon, Kira and I met a teacher with green eyes and black hair, very similar to the female Shinigami you mentioned." Renji had been preoccupied with this matter all day, and finally Still couldn't resist talking about it at dinner time.

The girl named Rukia was the girl with the strange hairstyle Kirifuyu had seen before—her hairstyle resembled a squid.Hmm, or octopus head?

"Idiot! It's definitely not." Rukia rolled her eyes angrily, and punched Renji on the back of the head. It seemed barbaric, but it didn't use any force.

"Oh? Why?" A Sanjing Renji was puzzled, and looked sideways at his childhood sweetheart with his eyes wide open.

"How many times have I said it! She is not the god of death." Rukia ignored Renji and ate a ball in one bite.He answered vaguely while swallowing his food. "Reaper always wears a deathly domineering outfit. Although she has good skills, she doesn't wear a deadly domineering outfit."

"Then maybe she became the god of death later?" Renji was not reconciled to being rejected so quickly, so he gave a guess.After all, people with green eyes are rare, and that kind of green is even rarer. It is darker and not dark green in the traditional sense.

"..." Rukia has no way to refute Renji this time, and also, after so many years, she may become the god of death.If you meet by chance, you must thank her well, even if the person concerned may have forgotten it long ago.This is Rukia's obsession.

"Hey, I'm right. She said that she is the head teacher of the three-year group. When you have time, go and see it. Don't miss the opportunity and cry." A Sanjing Renji is not a person who will comfort Girl's boy, the words are a little awkward, but no one can question the care hidden in them.No one can understand how important Rukia is to him.Although she is sometimes violent and savage like a boy, and sometimes she can make people hate her, but if you like it, you like it. What should I do?Who told them that they were childhood sweethearts who grew up together.

He met her, got acquainted, and knew each other.After he knew that she was looking for such a "her", he never forgot the existence of "her".He usually has a bad memory, he can't remember the names of the people in the class, and he may say hello to unfamiliar people today and forget them tomorrow, but he always remembers that the person she is looking for has long black hair , blue eyes... very simple features, but how difficult it is to find her in the vast crowd.At least for so many years in Liuhun Street, he has been paying attention to people who may fit the characteristics, but he has never seen a woman with green eyes.

So this time, Renji believed that he would never be wrong.What Rukia wanted, even if it was an unattainable star, he could find it for her.

This is his determination to guard her side.

Everything he did may be known and appreciated by no one, and may not be exchanged for any rewards, but he never expected anything in return, all he wanted was——

"Thank you, Renji." With such a simple sentence, Kazuya squinted her eyes and smiled.

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The world always has comedy on one side and tragedy on the other.As the saying goes, some people are happy and others are sad. In Zhenyang, there is joy belonging to childhood sweethearts, and in Seireitei, there is sorrow belonging to childhood sweethearts.

"Lanju, long time no see. It seems that you haven't congratulated you since you became the vice-captain." The distance from the fifth team to the tenth team is not far away, and the time when both the vice-captains finish their work is similar, and the chances of meeting each other But it's not big, just because someone deliberately avoided who.This encounter made him laugh until he lost his eyes.

"Silver...you are too polite." The goddess of death with golden wavy hair is proud of her figure, but she is supposed to smile more dazzlingly than her hair color, but her eyes are full of sadness.