Only 100 days left in life

After saying that, Mariko Shiratori clearly noticed that Fukuro Megumi fell silent.

She was a little confused, so she smiled, "What's wrong?"

"...It's nothing," the black-haired boy in front of him said uncomfortably, and turned his head away again.

He looked straight ahead and exhaled slowly.

Shiratori Mariko shrugged.

She took out the mobile phone from her pocket, but touched a ball of plastic texture.

Oh yes, it's headphones.

So Shiratori Mariko took out the headphones neatly, and slowly untied the headphone cable that was tangled in the pocket, laid it flat on her lap, tidied it up little by little, and then plugged the headphone jack.

"I'm going to watch the video," Shiratori Mariko flipped the phone's interface to the Youtube interface according to her own habits, "Hui Jun can call later——"

After thinking about it, what she was about to say turned a corner in the middle, "Well, Hui Jun...together?"

Looking at the white earphones handed in front of him, Fu Heihui pursed his lips and agreed.

"Okay," he said.

So Mariko Shiratori was satisfied and dug out the TV series that she had watched a few episodes before, put the mobile phone between the two of them, and started chasing the drama together.

While the opening song was playing, Shiratori Mariko explained to Megumi Fukuro, who was watching the show for the first time.

"This drama is in the form of a unit drama," she said with a slight uptick in her voice, "I quite like it... If you don't watch the first one, you won't miss the later one."

"En," Fu Heihui nodded.

After thinking about it, he added, "I see."

Shiratori Mariko looked sideways at him and smiled.

Maybe Fu Heihui himself didn't realize that when he said "I know", he was still cute without a trace.

"Speaking of which, does Huijun usually watch TV dramas?" She asked curiously, "Or do you only watch movies and rarely touch TV dramas? Or follow comics?"

Fukuroi glanced at Shiratori Mariko and nodded, "Yes, if you prefer..."

"Documentary," he said after a pause.

Shiratori Mariko: "...Ah, it's an unsurprising answer. It really fits the feeling of Kei-kun."

I like documentary literature and movies, what should I say?It fits with his usual quiet and gentle appearance.

Soon, the TV series began.

Soft background music played, and a slender, urban girl appeared along with the music.

Shiratori Mariko quickly threw herself into it, watching the TV series with all her attention.

Her breathing also eased a lot, and she leaned comfortably on the cushion,

Fu Heihui didn't pay much attention to the content of the TV series.

He tilted his face slightly, and his eyes fell on Shiratori Mariko's face.

The lights in the car were adjusted to the dimmest yellow light, and even the wind blowing from the car window brought a little dark atmosphere.

For a moment, only the mobile phone placed in the middle was shining slightly, and the deep courtyard in the TV series was reflected on Mariko Shiratori's face, with a certain depth.

As the plot changes, the light flickers on and off, outlining the outline of Shiratori Mariko's much thinner side face.

She watched this episode of TV series intently, looking a little puzzled, blinking lightly from time to time, her eyelashes fluttering like butterfly wings.

Shiratori Mariko frowned slightly, watching this TV series that was a bit difficult for her to understand, and felt that the screenwriter should eat less or drink less water tonight.

How could... make such an ugly film?

After struggling to understand what the show wanted to express, Mariko Shiratori still felt that the screenwriter might have overworked too much.

What kind of person would write this kind of plot of "descendants of nobles are bloodied in modern times because of fighting for family property".And in this drama, there are plots of father and son, mother and daughter fighting each other, patriarchal sons preferring real and fake sons to exchange plots, and because children are better at e-commerce than running the daily chemical industry, parents feel embarrassed and feel ashamed. The outrageous plot of killing one's own daughter? ? ?

Shiratori Mariko looked away from this puzzling TV series, and looked at Fukuro Megumi to the side.

But what surprised her was that Fu Heihui was actually watching the unit drama with serious and focused plots.

Shiratori Mariko endured it, but still couldn't.

"... Huijun, don't you feel bored?" She asked tactfully.

But unfortunately, Fu Heihui didn't seem to realize that she wanted to find someone to complain about.

After Shiratori Mariko asked that sentence, Fuguro Hui raised her head almost instantly, and subconsciously replied, "No."

Shiratori Mariko: "...Could it be that I can't keep up with the times?"

She was shocked by this answer, and began to reflect on whether there was something wrong with herself.

At this moment, Yidichi Jiegao, who was sitting in the front row and holding the steering wheel very calmly, glanced behind through the rearview mirror.

"Miss Shiratori watched...is that the drama?" He hesitated for a moment, then asked, and by the way reported the title of the drama he guessed.

Mariko Shiratori, who was in a state of confusion, had a bright moment, "Yes, yes, this is it!!"

She asked curiously, "Mr. Yidizhi has also watched this drama?"

Yidichi Jiegao nodded, "Well, I'm usually very busy at work, and my colleagues recommended me to watch it. I will watch two episodes occasionally."

Mariko Shiratori nodded, "Have Mr. Ichichi watched the fourth unit? Are you bored?"

Thinking of this, Yidizhi Jiegao felt sorry for his lost rest time.

He has to work almost from morning to night, and he can only get a little relaxation for a short time before going to bed, so he cherishes his rest activities very much, and he is also very impressed by a certain unit drama of this film, "It is true Well, I also think that section is not very good."

Sure enough!It should be Huijun's unique taste!

Relieved, Shiratori Mariko subconsciously discussed the plot with Iji Kiyoko, and relished condemning the extremely poor screenwriter.

Fu Heihui at the side: "..."

"...So," Shiratori Mariko closed the car door, and walked towards the dormitory building side by side with Fugurohui, "in reality, is there really such a wonderful family?"

She complained, "Although it is true that art is divorced from reality, it shouldn't be so divorced."

Fu Heihui: "... yes."

It seemed that he had experienced a struggle, and he was still a little stiff when he said this.

Mariko Shiratori subconsciously asked, "Who?"

Fu Heihui: ...

Shiratori Mariko: ...

"Understood," looking at Fu Heihui who fell silent, she said immediately, "Changing the subject?"

Fu Heihui: "... Forget it."

He exhaled inaudibly, and then said, "The Chanyuan family, the Kamo family."

Mariko Shiratori thought for a while, "That's right, the Gosan family, the Chanyuan family, and the Kamo family in the world of conjuration should all be able to correspond to the old-fashioned old nobles."

I feel that according to the relationship between Zenyuan Naoya and Zenyuan Maki, and perhaps the relationship between Fuheshier and Fuheihui and the Zenyuan family, it is indeed so confusing that I don’t want people to mention it.

However, Kamo Kenji, who had met a few times before, was also in chaos at home, which surprised Shiratori Mariko a little.

The three imperial families, Gojo, Kamo, and Chanyuan.

Thinking of this, Shiratori Mariko paused, "...There is no Gojo family?"

Fu Heihui: "...um."

Having said that, it seems that he is reluctant.

Shiratori Mariko paused, "Ah, it's because of Gojo..."

Fu Heihui: "...um."

The silence lasted a lot longer this time, which made Shiratori Mariko want to laugh a little bit.

She pressed the corners of her raised lips, "...Let's change the subject. Speaking of which, how is Zenyuan Naoya doing? I haven't heard from her since the last flower street."

"Going back to inherit the family business," Fu Heihui paused suspiciously, "Probably."

Shiratori Mariko let out a thoughtful "Oh", "But Maki said she would compete for the position of heir?"

"...Teacher Gojo said," Fukui Hui said, "Zenyuan Fan, Maki-senpai's father is standing over Zenyuan Naoya."

Suddenly recalling the previous TV episode, Mariko Shiratori said, "Ah...it's really similar."

She said hesitantly, "You don't want to tell me that the band-aid on Maki's face was because she was raped by her father at home?"

Fu Heihui: "...um."

Seeing Shiratori Mariko's worried expression, he added, "Two ribs were broken by the Chanyuan fan. The arm was also broken."

Shiratori Mariko opened her mouth in a daze, "...ah."

She paused suspiciously, "...Well, Maki, that's amazing."

Fu Heihui: ...he knew it.

He sighed helplessly, looked at Shiratori Mariko, and wanted to say something, but heard the sound of small footsteps on the road beside him.

Fu Heihui turned his head abruptly, only to find that standing on the other side with his hand on the handle of the knife was Yoshiyuki Tomioka in a haori of various designs and colors.

He seemed to be here on patrol, and nodded towards Mariko Shiratori and Megumi Fukuro.

"It's Mr. Tomioka," Mariko Shiratori said in surprise, "Are you on duty today?"

However, she seems to remember who said that the night duty is usually in groups of two, "Is there no one with you?"

After Gojo Satoru executed Oni Wu Tsuji Wumi with his own hands, all the ghosts in the world on the side of the Ghost Killing Squad, except for the remaining eleven ghosts in the Twelve Ghost Months, had all disappeared along with Wumi.

The eleven ghosts who were injected with the antidote were left behind—no, they are now human beings, and they need to pay a hundredfold painful price for their actions before passing away.

As for the members of the Demon Slayer Squad... Most of them left their own world according to the agreement signed by Gojo Satoru, Dazai Osamu and Sanshikiya Yoya, and went to strange worlds to undertake the task of teaching breathing and patrolling and defending everywhere.

Among them, due to the extremely scarce human resources in the magic world, Gojo Satoru had to leave most of the members of the Demon Slayer Team, claiming to "help solve the problem of re-employment for laid-off workers", but actually found a group of stable and skilled workers. The swordsman worked for him.

Gojo Gojo includes board and lodging, but the wages are still paid by Yoya Sanshikiya.

Among them, several pillars who are more familiar with Mariko Shiratori are included.

Yoshiyuki Tomioka nodded, as if thinking of something, he walked towards Mariko Shiratori and Megumi Fukuro.

He stopped a few steps away from the two of them, didn't speak, just stared at the two of them quietly.

Shiratori Mariko: ...?

She looked at Giyu Tomioka in surprise, but didn't understand what he meant.

But looking at Yoshiyuki Tomioka, he was silent and serious, as if he was about to say something important?

Mariko Shiratori hesitated for a moment, but still thoughtfully waited for Yoshiyuki Tomioka to speak.

Obviously, Fu Heihui also thought so.

So, one second, two seconds, one minute...

The three of them stood facing each other in silence, and no one spoke for more than ten minutes.

At this time, the Conjuration Academy was extremely quiet.

I don't know from which direction a gust of cool wind blows, gently crosses the treetops, and blows towards the full moon in the sky, as if to dispel the dark clouds around it.

Obviously, not only did it fail, but it also covered the softly shining moon with a thick black cloth.

The surrounding street lamps were broken and hadn't been repaired yet, so the shadows of the trees stretched their teeth and claws on the gradually dimming road.

The leaves made a soft rustling sound when they touched each other, and the faces of the three of them were also shrouded in darkness.

In the end, it was Mariko Shiratori who broke the silence first.

She slightly raised the bag on the handle, and said apologetically, "Well, I'm sorry, it's a bit heavy... Is there something wrong with Mr. Tomioka?"

Yoshiyuki Tomioka, who was unsmiling and serious, glanced at Mariko Shiratori.

"I," he said, in the tone of reading an important document, "haven't been disliked."

Shiratori Mariko with a blank face: "...Yes?"