[Death] Empty Cicada

"Give me the empty cicada." A slender and powerful arm stretched out.

"What are you doing?" Jing Qi took off the Zanpakuto and handed it to Chong Zhou with some doubts.

Chong Zhou picked up a long water-blue rope from the table, it looked good quality, it was a new rope specially bought, he untied the old rope from Kong Chan, and carefully wound it round and round. .

"How long has it been since you changed?"

"About ten years..."

The gods of death wrap the rope around the handle to prevent the palms from sweating due to tension or strenuous exercise during battle. This is the experience summed up by generations of gods of death, and it is not a custom from the beginning. Relatives entangled, no other half of death had to rely on self-reliance, generally few friends or colleagues to help.

"Chong Zhou, you are much faster than me, how did you do it?" Jing Qi looked at the expressionless Chong Zhou in surprise, quickly weaving the rope in his hands.

"You don't always pay attention to these things."

"Ah ha ha……"

"By the way, why did Iga Ikunosuke call you your lord just now?" Jing Qi felt that there was no need for such a respectful title as Iga's vice-captain.

"Didn't I tell you?" Chong Zhou was silent for a while, then slowly asked.

"My family used to be one of the four great nobles, the Qichuan family, and one of the earliest nobles to serve the royal family."

"Four nobles?"

Chong Zhou looked up at Jing Qi, but Yu Jing Qi didn't know much about this kind of information.

"The four nobles are the nobles closest to the royal family. Why do you think that each of these four nobles has outstanding successors, such as Qichuan, Kuchiki, Sifengin, and Shinguji? However, Room 46 has been in harmony with the great nobles over the years, but in fact they are everywhere. Suppression, the rights of nobles are not as deep-rooted as they used to be."

"That Iga Ikunosuke used to be a retainer of my family, but Qi Chuan has fallen, and he is just mocking me." Chongzhou wrapped it around the top and tied a slipknot.

"Chong Zhou, why do you still come to Jingling Court in this case?" Jing Qi couldn't help feeling a little worried when he thought of Chong Zhou's situation.

"I just don't want to waste my rare talent. Besides, I don't have any rights anymore, and Room 46 can't do anything to me."

"Why, aren't you surprised at all?"

"I've always thought Chongzhou you are a nobleman, but I didn't expect it to be the Xichuan family. You have been so old-fashioned since you were a child. It is impossible for you to be raised by a farmer in Liuhun Street." Jing Qi habitually touched it. Chong Zhou's hair, because Jing Qi was standing and Chong Zhou was sitting on a chair, so he overcame the disadvantage in height, thinking of the stern-faced young Chong Zhou, Jing Qi unconsciously became cheerful.

"Don't grab my hair." Chong Zhou held Jing Qi's wrist, and put the wrapped Zanpakutao into Jing Qi's hand.

Chong Zhou pursed his lips. No one noticed the hidden emotion in his eyes. He came to help Jing Qi notice the things he didn’t notice. People who depend on others, so he only needs to care silently.

Chong Zhou stood up, and instantly changed from looking up to looking down, "I'm already 200 years old, don't do such childish behavior again."

Jing Qi withdrew his hand awkwardly, "Obviously there are still a few days left, there is a kid on our team, who looks a lot like you when you were young, and likes to keep a straight face, it's amazing talent to say it, he's only about 100 years old, already It has reached the level of three seats."

"It's Hitsugaya Toshirō, his name has probably been spread all over Gotei Shisan Fan." Chong Zhou raised his eyebrows slightly.

It is not uncommon to see young geniuses among the gods of death, and Chong Zhou is one of them, but he is calm by nature, and he is not like Hitsugaya who became a monk halfway to Goute Shisanban.

"It's your birthday in a few days, Chong Zhou, what do you want?" Jing Qi stared at Chong Zhou who had just lost his childishness, revealing the masculine face of an adult man, parents, family background, pursuit, decline, Chong Zhou He never said these things to him before, he was waiting, if Chong Zhou didn't take the initiative to say these things, it meant he didn't want to say them yet.

"Buy some casually, you know I don't care about these things." Chong Zhou said lightly.

……

As soon as Jingqi returned to the [-]th squad, he received an invitation from the face-to-face Shinigami, who was a teacher at the Maou Academy of Spiritual Art. Jingqi knew that Mao had such a custom, so he invited the [-]th division of Goutei Although everyone understands that this is just a show, it's just that he didn't receive the notice at all earlier, so it seems a bit sudden...

"you are?"

"I am a resident teacher of the academy, and I am here to invite you to teach in Mao."

"Why don't you ask me in advance, I'm not suitable to be a teacher of chopping technique."

The god of death who was bowing remembered that in the past two days, all the captains and vice-captains of the [-]th Division rejected the invitation for various legitimate and improper reasons. The captain of the [-]nd Division even kicked him out directly. Opinion, it's just... that special appearance is always inconvenient...

"This...is a bit sudden, I hope you don't mind."

Jing Qi looked at the sad Grim Reaper, "Is it because the captains are not easy to deal with?"

"where……"

Jing Qi flipped through the teacher's book, and smiled clearly. He had a deep understanding of the weird personalities of the gods of death, "I have no opinion, but the subject of teaching should be changed to advanced ghosts."

"The slashing technique is different after all. When I fight with a group of brats, I will lose control of my strength."

It’s not that Jing Qi specifically reminded that if the gap between Shinobu and ordinary Shinigami is 100 years, then the gap with the captain is 500 years, and Jing Qi’s basic ability is far beyond the captain’s level, so we must control the power so that it will not hurt Mao Raising the standard of living is not an easy matter.

"I will accept this teaching book, and I will arrive at Mao on time." Jing Qi replied gently.

"Then it couldn't be better." The God of Death seemed to be relieved, thankfully Jing Qi was as talkative as the rumors said.

"Our school is looking forward to the arrival of you and Captain Aizen."

"... Lan Ran?" Jing Qi's mouth froze, and he suddenly regretted agreeing so easily just now.

"Jing Qi?" Lan Ran was a little surprised, but still maintained his calm demeanor.

"Lanran, what subject do you teach here?" Jing Qi coughed, looking for a topic in a little embarrassment.

"It's calligraphy."

The two walked to Mao's huge school gate, surrounded by Mao's students on both sides. Although there were senior students maintaining order, students kept squeezing into the middle, trying to get a better look at the captains of the thirteenth division.

Because the gods of death in Jinglingting have too long lifespans, Jing Qi often feels that time has slowed down. It is obvious that the class in Mao was only a few decades ago, but he actually felt that it was a long time ago.

"Calligraphy?" Ai Ran is very good at calligraphy, that's right. At present, Jing Qi thinks that Ai Ran has nothing that he is not good at except carpentry, but why would he think of teaching calligraphy?

"It's because I wanted to be a calligraphy teacher a long time ago. Except for Death, I'm probably the most suitable teacher." Aizen turned his head with a smile, and talked about his former hobby without changing his face.

"Speaking of which, most of my calligraphy is still taught by you, can I attend?" Lan Ran's class is in a large classroom that can accommodate hundreds of people, and Jing Qi would not be so conspicuous if he sat in the corner.

"I thought...you would keep alienating me when you came back here." Ai Ran's pair of black-rimmed glasses had a bookish look, and the lenses reflected light at the moment of turning.

"Well... it's a show for you. I'm curious about how you teach." Jing Qi smiled slightly, and he could vaguely see in the sunlight. His pupils were actually extremely dark blue. He didn't It is meaningless to say that between the current Aizen and him, the alienation and intimacy are meaningless.

The more you get to know this smiling man, you will find that the so-called understanding is meaningless.

"I'm very glad that Jing Qi came to my class. If I remember correctly, Jing Qi's calligraphy really needs to be improved."

"Hmm... I don't care about such greasy and crooked things." Jing Qi suddenly had the illusion of facing the teacher when he was in Mao, and he had to admit that Aizen's temperament was naturally suitable for coaching.

As they said that, the two walked to the classroom. Although it was still early, most of the students had already arrived in the classroom. Jing Qi entered from the back without attracting attention. .

The author has something to say: Feng Shui is really good in the morning, and the update is not stuck at all~

Will the protagonist be too kind →_→ will the Virgin be