[Reaper Hirako Mako fan] Yesterday is not today

"One, two, three, five...nine...not right."

"One, two, four, five... eleven... Hey, something seems to be wrong."

"One, two, three, four, five, seven... oh, why does it seem that the more you count, the more strange the number becomes?"

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Yuuki Zangwu looked at him sitting cross-legged on the hospital bed with black lines all over his face, and he could count the number of spiritual props with the production label produced by the Fukagawa family in front of him, and snapped his fingers Ichiro Nakagawa, who can count from one to ten, is full of mistakes and repeats the kindergarten preschool counting again and again.

Finally, when the opponent's claws were about to turn a smooth blond hair into a legendary bird's nest, he couldn't bear to help: "That... Mako, in front of you are four doubles, two decoys, and five decoys." Miniature spiritual particle recorder."

Hunchbacked on the head of the bed, he was struggling to figure out who was behind the sixth classmate, who was eight or nine Pingzi. He stopped to continue abusing his scalp, and slowly raised his head with a cautious and probing expression: "Are you sure?"

==#, Mao's absolutely gifted student is suspicious of his math level by a guy who can count from one to ten. He deeply feels that the self-esteem that is alive and kicking in his chest has been affected enough to make BLX become The fatal blow of BLZ, the blue veins on the back of the head that no one can see, the crossroads one after another, take a deep breath, and the air pressure will break through the years of good self-cultivation cultivated by the elite elite education. The background smiled gracefully: "Don't you believe it?"

However, a certain blond ponytail pot jerk, who has always had an astonishingly keen perception of any abnormal mood swings, lost his chain at a critical moment. He was very innocent and knew that there was a tiger in the mountain, and he turned to the tiger mountain and asked back: "Zangwu, what happened?" What's the matter, you don't seem very happy?"

Who disturbed my good mood, Mako Hirako, don't you really know!Furious in the head, the bullfighting bull lifted the table and beat the floor, almost knocking out a big hole in the head of the person in front of him to see if the brain sulcus, which always thinks reversely, is also the complete opposite of normal people's structure Yuuki Zangwu simply rolled his eyes, opened the door and walked out out of sight.

A frisky patient who was puzzled by someone's rolling eyes touched the bridge of his nose and twitched the corners of his mouth: "It's so cloudy and uncertain, is it because of dissatisfaction? Hiss—do you want to borrow some books that are beneficial to his body and mind?" What about publications? But should I borrow a macho or a beautiful woman!"——I know, what you lack, Mr. Pingzi, is not the sharp insight that you can see even the perfect disguise of the BOSS with your eyes, but the insight into The extreme lack of high-end self-examination consciousness that I examine myself three times a day!

With a slender little finger, he picked one of the avatars, mentioned the position parallel to the listless gray eyes, and turned left and right in a circle and a half with lost interest, and finally pulled down the corners of his eyes boredly: "Well, So that's what happened~~~~ If I had known it would be so boring, I should have escaped from prison earlier." As soon as the words fell, the blond boy on the hospital bed, hunched over and squatting, had disappeared into the ward, leaving only a half-open window. The shuttered casement swayed silently in the gentle wind.

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"Good morning, I'm Hirako Mako from the Fifth Division. What's the name of this lovely lady?"——The person who said this was looking for the first room of the Fourth Division by himself a quarter of an hour ago, but he had no choice but to turn to the Gentleness of the Fourth Division. The [-]th Division of the cute and intellectual female team members has just released the vice-captain Mako Hirako who has not yet taken office.

It's just that although the words and expressions of this sentence can be regarded as gentle and elegant, and the Kansai accent can be regarded as polite enough, but coupled with the heroic posture of someone bent over the railing of the corridor and squatting into a ball, and the cloaked On the shoulders, it is similar to the pink women's pajamas of an old and unscrupulous captain. The dead bully outfit fluttering in the wind, this very normal social strike-up inexplicably sprays a kind of wretched meaning that is infinitely close to the prelude to sexual|harassment.

Changing the bottoms of the Shiba costume into a miniskirt, the female Death God who showed her fair and slender thighs pushed the thin-rimmed silver-rimmed glasses on the bridge of her nose, making her look indifferent, shrewd and intellectual, and dealt with her superiors with a serious expression and standard subordinates He bowed slightly in a respectful and distant tone: "I am Lisa Yadoumaru, the assistant of the seventh chief officer of the Eighth Division. Please give me your advice when we meet for the first time, Vice Captain Hirako."

Why?Did I forget to read the almanac when I went out today?Why do you have to run into such a serious and not cute girl even when you are asking for directions~~~ At that time, she had no idea that the other party had a rippling heart hidden under her dignified and rigorous appearance. Picking a watermelon can also pick this kind of old-fashioned old maid who is the most troublesome to deal with|I feel extremely depressed, but uphold the principle of absolutely being enthusiastic and unrestrained when treating girls,—what?You ask Hiyori?I'm sorry, Hiyori is not a girl, not even a female creature in the eyes of Hirako-san, she never was! ——Student Pingzi successfully played his own familiarity, bared his big white teeth and said very smoothly: "Don't use those honorifics that sound like a headache, call me Mako. After all, beautiful Lisa you But what about my first love~~~"

This sense of sight, as if his immediate boss came suddenly, made the seventh seat of the eighth division, who was evaluated as an old | Conditional reflex, although in the end rationality finally defeated instinct, but still couldn't hold back the slander against Shangguan in the stomach: When listening to Captain Fuchuan's description, he felt that he was a completely unreliable guy, but real people are even more unreliable than imagined Spectrum.

"That's not acceptable, Vice Captain Hirako." Yadoumaru Lisa still had that deceptively serious expression, she flatly rejected someone's aggressiveness, and pushed the slender frame on the bridge of her nose again The flickering cold light on the upper edge of the lens made Hirako Mako's hair on her back reminiscent of Mao's famous four-eyed herbivorous man with black-framed glasses, TAT, and the people wearing glasses this year are either ghosts or BTs, no matter what men and women!

"May I ask Vice Captain Hirako for help?"

Immersed in his own inexplicable glasses conspiracy theory, suffering from lens reflection phobia and running wildly on the Kangzhuang Avenue where there is no cure and no cure, a certain blond vice-captain is in high spirits immediately after hearing the key word "help". The messy thoughts were thrown into the desert in the virtual circle to bask in the moon: "Ah, I have some small questions to ask Lisa, you. Where is the first room of the fourth team?"

"I heard from Vice Captain Hirako that he has something to do with Captain Unokana? If so, Captain Unokana should not be in the first room of the team right now. At this time, she should be arranging flowers in the quiet room in the backyard of the fourth division team building."

"Oh, according to the layout of the team building, is it the remote and quiet room next to the captain's bedroom?"

"That's right there."

"Then thank you for the beautiful Lisa, Sayanara." After the words were finished, the blond god of death had already performed a beautiful backflip and landed in a cluster of lush gentian flowers, and then jumped up the eaves and disappeared without a trace.

"What a frizzy guy, isn't it true that the Fifth Division is going to fall back into the vicious circle full of all kinds of unreliable and weird things after finally having a decent captain like Mr. Yuan Zhibifang?" Under the dripping eaves, looking at a cluster of slightly swaying gentian flowers, the goddess of death finally poured out the voice hidden deep in her heart after a long period of depression.

The above is the first encounter between Mako Hirako, who has just officially stepped into the Goute [-]th squad, and the future vice-captain of the [-]th squad.

Many years later, when Pingzi was lying on the grass in the present world, looking at the white clouds curling freely in the sky, and casually mentioning it to the girl in glasses who was enjoying the sight of the bikini beauty's hot chest with relish.

The latter finally allocated a small amount of attention to the beautiful woman's majestic career line to the side who is lonely and sad. Looking up at the sky at a 45-degree angle, it is obvious that he skipped the normal state and jumped directly from the 2B mode to the literary youth. Underneath the extraordinarily fresh and fresh chin, she complained very pertinently: "Mako, although your intuition is always accurate, you have never been accurate in judging people."

As soon as the words fell, a certain blond literary and artistic youth who hit the nail on the head instantly grinned his teeth, and once again ignored the ordinary youth and beat him back to the prototype of 2B.