The Swordsman of the Grim Reaper

Chapter 208 Can hard-eat soft rice be called soft rice?

How about Seireitei.

Bulbulus didn't care.

He only cares about his own experiments.

"It's so slow." He complained, not afraid of Captain Baishi's identity, and strode forward.

Bai Shi smiled and said: "Sorry, I encountered a little trouble, and it has been resolved."

Matsumoto Rangiku looked at the person in front of him with curious eyes. It should be said that the Technology Development Bureau is well-deserved.

Bulbulus does not look like a human being, with green skin all over his body, a round head like a basketball, no hair, no eyebrows, and no eyelids.

The light green eyes just kept staring.

The nose is two tiny pits.

There is also a metal joystick in the left brain.

Just when Matsumoto Rangiku thought it was an ornament, Bulbulus grabbed the joystick, turned his left eye out of the eye socket, leaned over to the truck, and looked at the contraband on it, "Well, that's right, Those are the ones I want, you can come and get the perfume at [-]:[-] am on September [-]nd."

"Hey, didn't you say number one?"

Shiraishi objected.

Bulbulus withdrew his eyeballs, and said flatly, "It's all your fault for not sending it over in the first place. I don't have any experiments at hand, and Captain Nie pulled me over to help, so it will inevitably take some time."

Bai Shi curled his lips and said, "Okay, you must bring it to me when the time comes, or don't blame me for getting angry."

"Don't worry, the most important thing in doing business is integrity."

Bulbulus replied, and pulled the truck inside.

Matsumoto Rangiku asked curiously, "How much did you pay?"

Bai Shi rubbed his chin with his hand, and said: "It should be the money from Yinmeng, but I don't know how much."

"Is this considered soft food?"

"Don't make a fuss, can soft rice that is hard to eat be called soft rice? No, rounding up is no different from eating hard rice."

Shiraishi had his own theory, turned around and returned to the [-]th Division, not walking so fast, so as not to hurt Matsumoto Rangiku's self-confidence.

One in front, one in back, jogging back to the [-]th team.

The cicadas chirped incessantly in the trees.

The house was cool and cool, Hitsugaya Toshiro made a pot of tea, sat on the sofa, enjoying the afternoon quietly, his thoughts turned to Matsumoto Rangiku and Shiraishi, wondering if there was any problem.

"Hey," he sighed, holding a cup of tea in his hand.

"Hitsu Valley."

Bai Shi patted his shoulder with his hand, "He brought it back."

"Oh."

Hitsugaya Toshiro's heart skipped a beat, but his face was still calm.

Bai Shi walked to the side sofa and sat down, said with a smile: "You were obviously so worried before, why are you pretending to be calm now?"

"Yeah, why not be happy, just laughing in front of Chu Sen, it's too cunning."

Rangiku Matsumoto was sitting on the armchair on the right.

As soon as the two returned, the peaceful atmosphere disappeared.

Hitsugaya Toshiro raised his brows, ignored their topic, and asked, "Second Division Captain Sufeng has always been ruthless, why would she let you back?"

Matsumoto Rangiku also thought of this question. She remembered that when she saw Suifeng, her expression and eyes were murderous.

"I'm also curious, Captain, how did you let Captain Broken Bee release him?"

"It's just to state our purpose, who would let Suihou owe Unoka a life."

Baishi didn't choose to tell the truth. On the outside, he would still be concerned about Sui Feng's personal image, so he wouldn't speak nonsense.

After all, how can he share such a cute, petite and powerless appearance with others is his exclusive secret.

Thinking of the cute expression of Broken Bee just now, the corner of his mouth couldn't help but twitch.

Obviously, he almost succeeded, so next time, do you want to use a tougher domineering president style?
He was lost in thought.

"what are you guys saying?"

Hitsugaya Toshiro was a little confused, he thought that the two of them wanted to make a small fortune secretly, but depending on the situation, it didn't seem that way.

Rangiku Matsumoto raised her temple hair with her hands, leaned back lazily and said, "Children don't want to interfere with adults' matters."

Hitsugaya Toshiro said expressionlessly: "Then I trouble you to deal with the matter of the adults."

"It was my tone that was too much before, but it's really not a big deal..."

Matsumoto Ranju quickly subdued and revealed the whole story.

Hitsugaya Toshiro frowned slightly, and said, "Captain, aren't you too confident?"

"Hitsugaya, I am so handsome and unrestrained, standing with Unohana, not to mention the beauty of a man and woman, that is also a cowherd and a weaver girl."

Shiraishi rolled his eyes, poured himself a glass too, drank it with a gulp, it was very cold.

Hitsugaya Toshirō was speechless at his confidence and got up to leave the sofa.

Matsumoto Rangiku asked, "Where are you going?"

"Lunch break." He replied, and walked out the door. When the door was closed, the two people inside could still be heard discussing.

"I deliberately didn't take a lunch break to wait here, obviously because I was worried about you."

"Hitsugaya is also a dishonest child, otherwise, he and Chisen might have had a result long ago."

"Hey, tell me the details."

What a boring dude.

Toshirō Hitsugaya blushed and muttered in his heart, but he didn't explain.

The matter between him and Chisen, the more he explained, the darker it became.

Sometimes, he even wants to break the news that he doesn't like a peach who often wets the bed.

He remembered that when he didn't wet the bed himself, Chisentao, who went to play at grandma's house, also wet the bed when he took a nap.

Ah, that seems like decades ago.

Toshirō Hitsugaya suddenly realized that the last time he called Hina Mori a bed-wetting peach was when he did not join the Shino Academy of Spiritual Arts.

At that time, Hina Mori also called him Koshiro, in return for the title of bedwetting peach.

time flies.

Hitsugaya Toshiro sighed like an old man, perhaps because he was recalled, or because he had slept too short.

During the short lunch break, he had a dream about the past, which was also in a summer.

There were no cicadas in Liuhun Street, so it was very quiet. He and she sat in the corridor, not afraid of the summer sun, and ate iced watermelon in their hands.

Such a nostalgic scene, after joining the thirteenth team of the court, we rarely meet each other...

"Well," Toshirō Hitsugaya woke up, his green eyes were a little dazed, and then he jumped up, "[-]:[-]?!"

Being late, he jumped up in a hurry, rushed to the captain's room, opened the door, "Sorry, I'm late."

His eyes were wide open, as if seeing a world-famous painting.

The vice-captain and the captain, both seats are filled with people who are suitable for their positions, and they are working.

The scene that should have been normal fell on the [-]th squad, and Hitsugaya Toshiro almost shed tears.

He's been waiting for this day, too long.

"Yo, Hitsugaya, you're awake. I see you're sleeping so soundly, and I don't have the heart to call you. I can only replace you temporarily, and I'll leave the rest to you."

Shiraishi raised his hand in greeting.

"Oh." Hitsugaya Toshiro nodded without any complaints, and took over the work that the captain should do, "What the hell are you criticizing?!"

The previous emotion disappeared in an instant.

Baishi crossed his arms and said, "I think the proposal of this summer festival is good, it can boost our morale."

"How can we have money!"

Hitsugaya Toshiro roared that the funds of the Juban team had reached a deficit.

"..." Baishi was speechless, and slipped away directly, and decided not to interfere in the administration anymore, so as not to cause further chaos.

(End of this chapter)