[Death] Are Aizen angry today?

There was silence all around, and no one made a sound.

The man who used the bondage was a tall, tall, middle-aged man with short brown hair. Thick-rimmed glasses covered his eyes, making it difficult to distinguish the silent emotions. Only the gentle and quiet smile on the corners of his lips made him look like a good old man. .

However, the white captain Haori with "five" written on his back clearly widened the gap between him and everyone present.

"If it continues, the students who come to the calligraphy class will be late."

The Office of the Faculty of the Academy of Spiritual Art.

"What the hell is going on with you, Kanna! Even if Ayasegawa says so, you can't take it seriously! Private fighting violates the rules of the academy, and you're doing it knowingly!"

The head teacher took a paper fan and slapped Wu Yue's head straight, as if the resentment for not being able to educate the third seat of the [-]th team was all on her head.

"If it wasn't for Captain Aizen's intervention to stop it, you might have turned the Lingju Academy upside down!"

snort!

Wuyue was not convinced, endured the critical blow on his head, and stared angrily at the captain of the fifth team sitting opposite him, who was also a specially-appointed calligraphy teacher of the Spiritual Art Academy-Aizen Soyousuke.

When the two were fighting fiercely before, Captain Aizen, who was worried that the next calligraphy class would not be able to proceed normally, had no choice but to make a move. In the end, Yijiao was sent back to the team building, where Wu Yue received ideological education.

"Well, nothing happened after all, I think we'll leave it like this for today..." Amidst the teacher's lecture, the quiet middle-aged man spoke leisurely, and turned to everyone with a gentle smile on his face.

"Captain Aizen's words are justified." An old teacher in the corner echoed loudly, "After all, Kanna Mutsuki is Teacher Bai Zhong's favorite student. The lesson is too much and it is not appropriate."

With the approval of several teachers, a war of words against Wuyue ended.

But the discussion about girls is endless:

"Looking at her initial form, Zanpakuto is still a long-range attack type..."

"The way of turning into countless blades is slightly similar to that of Captain Kuchiki's Senbon Sakura of the Sixth Division..."

"However, Kanna-san really worked hard. With mediocre qualifications, she was able to learn the beginning solution before others. If things continue like this, it's only a matter of time before she learns the swastika..."

"Teachers, do you really think... her Zanpakuto is offensive..." An unreasonable question was suddenly inserted into the discussion.

Everyone looked silently at the captain of the fifth squad who asked the question, he took a sip of black tea and said slowly: "The Zanpakuto at the corner of Madarame has no traces of being hit and fought, and the light blade that slid to the ground has not left any cracks... ...Does the blade born of light really exist, or is it just an illusion created by Unknown Dream? After all, its name has the word 'dream' in it..."

A few words sparked discussion among the teachers again, and Captain Aizen who asked the question put down his teacup and got up to leave.

Gently adjusting the glasses on the bridge of the nose, the brown-haired man whispered, "It's really good...the experimental materials..."

Seeing this, the teacher at the side couldn't help coming over and asking, "Did you say something just now?"

"No." Aizen squinted his eyes, showing a harmless and kind smile, and replied politely, "It's nothing, but it's just...insignificant, just talking to myself..."

After a farce, the calligraphy class proceeded normally, followed by the [-]th Division's presentation.

Although Aizen stopped this private brawl, the news of the one-on-one confrontation between the students and the team members still caused a lot of noise in Seiling Court.

Wuzuki, who completed the initial solution as a student and tied with the third seat of the [-]th team, became famous after this incident.

The various teams have listed her as an investigation object, and they are bound to receive her under their command when she graduates.

When the fan team's speeches were intermittently coming to an end, they were notified that the Noble Team of the sixth team had already entered her in advance, and the other teams had no room for consideration.

The captain was appointed by default without admitting everything?

"Teacher Bai Zhong! I haven't handed in my volunteer letter yet, why did I issue a notification letter for joining the team?"

After hearing the news, Wuyue went to the teacher to reason, holding the notice with a face full of disbelief.

"Oh, you're talking about the Sixth Division!" Teacher Bai Zhong smiled slightly, and slowly said while adding tea to the cup:

"That's not up to us to decide! The Sixth Division is one of the four nobles, the exclusive team of nobles headed by the head of the Kuchiki family... The last time you had a conflict with the third seat of Madarame was widely reported by Seireitei Newsletter , the captains of each team have noticed you a long time ago, but the nobles have more power, and they directly call you by name... There is no way for other teams to stop..."

"How—!? So, my will doesn't matter at all?"

"Kana." Bai Zhong put down his teacup, still smiling slightly in the face of the girl's questioning, but his voice was tinged with dignity, "Not only your will, but our will is not important in this place."

The storm stopped, and the night sky was clear.

The voluntary examination and approval of the reincarnation of the freshman will be reviewed and judged in a unified manner after the "soul burial" internship in this world is over.Internship results are the key to whether the volunteers pass.

But for Wuyue, all this is equivalent to ending before it even started.

This stubborn and stubborn guy is not convinced from the bottom of his heart.

One month before the internship, on a starry night, she came to the roof again.

I wanted to be alone, but unexpectedly someone was already here.

Under the moonlight, the man's white feathers were shining brightly, and the outline of his body was immersed in the clear light, making it more clear and moving.

Hearing footsteps approaching, he turned his head to show a faint smile as light as the evening breeze, and greeted:

"We met again... Kanna..."

This tone, as if he has been waiting here.

The blond girl was stunned unconsciously, as if her body was frozen under the moonlight, she moved her lips slightly, and asked puzzledly:

"Why are you here, Aizen...captain?"

The handsome middle-aged man looked at her with a gentle smile, "I just remembered the past, so I couldn't help but take a look at it... I am also a reincarnation who graduated from the Spirit Art Academy. Back then, I also liked to sit on the roof and watch the scenery... "

"Really? So that's the case... It's rare that you are free today, so I won't bother you to reminisce about the past! I still have something to do, so let's go first..."

"Kana."

The girl's lame pretense was exposed, the captain interrupted her and patted the open space around her, and said with a smile, "Don't rush, come on, sit next to me."

Eh! ?

"What's the matter, don't you want to? Or...are you afraid that I will blame you for falling asleep in my class?"

He actually knew!

Under the moonlight, the girl's petite body seemed to shudder, "No! Captain Aizen is approachable and broad-minded... I mean, the captain's invitation cannot be refused, no! It is the captain's order, and you cannot refuse!"

Looking at Aizen's smile, Wuyue had mixed feelings in her heart, and sat down a meter away from him nervously and tremblingly.

A faint laugh spread out in the wind, "In the past winter, I would take Hitsugaya, Hina Mori, and Matsumoto to the roof to set off fireworks..."

"Yes, it sounds very interesting, no wonder you miss it."

"No, I don't miss it." The middle-aged man flatly denied, he turned slightly sideways, and his eyes fell on the blonde girl's face, "I just think that talking about these daily trifles won't scare you... After all, come to me After that, your body has been shaking..."

Wuyue looked at him in surprise, rubbed his hands, and replied embarrassedly, "Maybe it's because of your spiritual pressure, Captain... After getting closer, the pressure became more obvious..."

"Really..." Aizen adjusted his glasses, "Then you have to work harder, and strive to be around me without feeling the pressure as soon as possible."

"Yes, you are right."

The night wind blew, prolonging the silence even longer.

In the gradually lowering temperature, the middle-aged man seemed to think of a new topic. "Kana, you have a good relationship with Phoenix Temple, right?"

Wuyue looked at him suspiciously, not quite understanding why the other party suddenly brought up Phoenix Temple, "Yes, because I'm usually quiet and don't play with my classmates very much, Phoenix Temple and my grades are similar, so we got closer. "

"Speaking of this, I was actually surprised before that you were able to become friends with him."

The girl was even more puzzled, "Is there any problem? He treats me very well..."

"Ah, is that so, maybe it's because he is the chief culprit who caused you to come to Soul Soul Realm?" The glasses reflected the pale moonlight, and Aizen's eyes were flooded.

"What did you just... say?" The amber pupils gathered suddenly.

"Oh, it seems that he didn't tell you..." The man narrowed his eyes, still smiling quietly and softly, "You two have outstanding grades, so I checked the information curiously, and found that driving by on your way to school caused The person who caused you to be seriously injured and died in the car accident...is Chu Fenghuang Temple..."

The girl suddenly stood up, her center of gravity was unstable in extreme shock, and she almost fell off the roof.

Fortunately, Lanran grabbed her hand, but in Wuyue's chaotic mind, she could no longer hear any sounds around her.

Including the one who grabbed her slender wrist and continued to speak, with a deep voice.

"Seeing how good your relationship is, I thought...you've forgiven him..."

When she recovered from her shock, Wu Yue had already arrived at the dormitory.

The captain's words enveloped her mood like a dark cloud.

Sure enough, as she had guessed, Phoenix Temple was the one who killed her.

So all his good intentions are hypocritical?Is it just a compensation for being ashamed of her?

Lying on the bed for a long time unable to fall asleep, Wuyue thought carefully about what Aizen had said. Even if he knew the truth, he knew she had a close relationship with Phoenix Temple and still wanted to expose it to her. Wasn't it intentional?

Deliberately sowing dissension, what kind of wickedness is this!

Wuyue frowned and turned over, surprised to realize that Captain Spectacles was not as harmless as he seemed.

There was a thunder and thunder outside the window, and after the lightning flashed, heavy rain poured down, shattering the blond girl's thoughts.

Looking at the endless rain outside the house, she suddenly remembered that when she first met Aizen, it was also such a heavy rainy day.

It was the end of spring and early summer when the late cherry blossoms were all withered. Wu Yue, who had just entered school, rushed to the classroom in a hurry and ran all the way in the rain.

A figure suddenly appeared at the corner of the long corridor. The girl panicked, stopped and turned around, and when she was just an arm away from bumping into him, she jumped into the air with a light leap.

The revived uniform was flying in the rain, and the falling flowers and drizzle were cut into a hollow circle by the spinning air because of the girl's movements.

At that moment, she caught a glimpse of the face of the man under the umbrella.

He was wearing the captain's white haori and a pair of ordinary black-rimmed glasses. The eyes behind the lenses were calm and quiet, and he couldn't tell the difference between emotions.

He is looking at her.

Leaping over the top of the umbrella lightly, the girl supported the ground with one hand, turned over and fell to the ground, her feet slashed across the puddles, and the rain splashed in all directions, forming a stunning arc.

With blond hair wetly sticking to her face, Wu Yue bowed down to salute the strange captain, but unexpectedly, the other captain approached quickly and covered her with umbrella leaves.

"How can you not bring an umbrella on such a rainy day..."

Hearing the man's deep voice, Wuyue raised her head, and the moment she met the man's eyes, she suddenly felt that the tenderness that could make the whole world addicted to it was here.

The tenderness that can make people drown is terrible.

The drenched girl subconsciously took a few steps back and submerged into the heavy rain again.

"Oh, don't you want to hold an umbrella?"

"No, thank you! I'm going to the classroom soon!"

"Well, I'm going to teach too, but it's a pity that I'm in the opposite direction to you." The man smiled and adjusted his glasses on the bridge of his nose, walked past Wuyue, and said softly, "Hurry up and go to the classroom, Since you don't need an umbrella."

When she came back to her senses, the girl saluted again, "Yes! Thank you for your kindness, I will go first!"

After trotting for two steps, Wuyue couldn't help but stop, and turned to look at the captain.

One second, two seconds, the middle-aged man with the "five" on Haori's back suddenly stopped, and Yoyo turned sideways, lowered his eyebrows and said something to her:

"I'm Aizen, Aizen Soyousuke."

Wuyue, who didn't know how to answer, froze in place, seeing the man turn around with a smile, the rain splashed a veil-like mist around his broad back.

At that time, Wuyue didn't know that from the day she left under his umbrella, the grievances between her and the captain had become inseparable.

Until a long time later, Aizen would still ask broodingly:

"Why did you run away from under the umbrella that day."

The answer is a sentence after a long time of thinking:

"Probably because... I don't want to be judged by others, so I'm holding an umbrella with a middle-aged uncle..."