Only 100 days left in life

"Hey, I'm here—" Gojo Satoru pushed the door open and entered quickly, "Shiratori, I haven't seen you for a few days, do you miss me~"

He smiled and shook the thing in his hand, "Guess what this is?"

Because today he didn't come back from the mission, but was resting in the dormitory, Gojo Satoru didn't wear his all-black high school uniform today.

He was wearing black sunglasses, a crisp white shirt, jeans, and a black coat casually. When he tilted his head and looked at Mariko Shiratori, he looked like a boy who was still in college and hadn't graduated yet. , with a refreshing sense of cleanliness.

"I just saw it in the morning," Mariko Shiratori, who was standing outside the door tinkering with the bicycle, raised her head and said helplessly.

She tilted her head to look at Gojo Satoru standing near the bathroom, her gaze slid down to the bag, and she paused, "I don't know."

Since today's horse racing was suspended, Fuheshier felt quite bored, so he ran out to buy food or find other entertainment - anyway, he didn't watch by the TV.

So, Shiratori Mariko stayed at home alone for most of the day, and finally chose to go out for a ride in the afternoon and wander outside for a while.

Gojo Satoru shook his finger, "Shiratori, guess what~"

His tone was like a white cat stretching out its body, with a bit of lazy coquetry, "Guess, guess!"

Shiratori Mariko: "Are you that boring?"

She sighed, and followed Gojo Wu's train of thought, "It's a document."

"Oh, Shiratori guessed right," Gojo Satoru casually closed the door and walked in.

He squatted next to Shiratori Mariko, beckoning her to stretch out her hand, "Come here, reach out, I'll show you."

Glancing at him, Shiratori Mariko stretched out her hand as he said, waiting for Gojo Satoru's next move.

Then, Gojo Satoru slammed the bag flat before she even touched it.

"There's nothing—" he said with a smile, as childish as a primary school student, "How about it, are you surprised?"

But to his surprise, Shiratori Mariko just looked at him helplessly.

"It's okay," she commented, feeling that it was indeed something Gojo Satoru could do.

"Hey, isn't Shiratori surprised!!!" Gojo Satoru rubbed his chin, "You guessed it?"

This was something he hadn't expected——today's Shiratori seemed to be different from usual.

"Yeah," Shiratori Mariko said casually, pinning the hair behind her ears that had drifted around her eyes.

In fact, she had already seen that it was an empty bag, but seeing Gojo Gojo's full of interest, she didn't bother to disturb his interest, and just played with him for a while, "Okay, you still have something to do today." Work? I'm going to ride a bike later."

The implication is "If you have nothing to do, you can go to rest."

"Are you going to ride a bicycle?" Gojo Satoru stroked his chin, "Now?"

He glanced at Shiratori Mariko who turned around and continued to adjust the bicycle, "Alone?"

Shiratori Mariko was still trying to overhaul the details of the bicycle that she hadn't ridden for a while, but when she heard this question, she turned her head and glanced at him.It was rare for her to get a bun today, but Gojo Wu always wanted to reach out and flick it a few times.

"Can't it?" She didn't notice Gojo's abnormality, and said a little strangely, "Gojo, I'm not a kid and it doesn't matter if I go out alone, right?"

Gojo Satoshi absent-mindedly responded, stretched out his hand, and touched the little ball on top of Shiratori Mariko's head.

It seemed that he felt that it was not enough, before Shiratori Mariko could react, he took the opportunity to poke a few more times.

Shiratori Mariko: "Gojo Satoru!"

She avoided Gojo Satoru's hand that wanted to keep moving on top of her head, and began to urge, "Put your hand away!" If you rub it again, it will fall apart!

Gojo Satoru withdrew his hand regretfully, "Okay."

His eyes wandered around, and then he caught another bicycle in the corner of the living room, and stopped.

It has been a long time since I heard Gojo Satoru's second sentence, wondering how surprisingly quiet he was, Shiratori Mariko looked up and found Gojo Satoru staring at her other bicycle.

Meeting her gaze, Gojo Satoru didn't intend to dodge at all, and even winked at her expressly.

Mariko Shiratori understood what he meant:

She refused, "No."

Bring Wujo Wu?That will make the original simple things extremely complicated! ! !

It's not that she is full and needs to exercise more to exercise her brain!

Gojo Satoru clasped his hands together, looked at her expectantly, and dragged out his voice, "Shiratori—"

He blinked at Shiratori Mariko again, and begged passionately, "Please~ I really want to go!"

Looking at those clean blue eyes, Shiratori Mariko paused suspiciously, but still refused, "Gojo, you still have work to do."

She didn't want to accompany this guy to chase reports, task books and the like after dinner.

"There is no such thing," Wujo Satoru said without hesitation, and it seemed that there was really no such thing, "Mine, all of them are done! The rest is the task of Knotweed and the others— —”

No wonder, there are still three reports that need to be signed by Headmaster Night Moth.However, thinking that Principal Jiashen of Leyan Temple seemed to come to drink tea with Noctua Moth again, Gojo Satoru decided it would be better not to go.

Mariko Shiratori, who hadn't guessed this matter, nodded reluctantly, "That's fine."

Half an hour later, Shiratori Mariko realized that agreeing to go cycling with Gojo Satoru was really a super invincible mistake.

Maybe there is something wrong with her head, so she can think of agreeing to this guy, Shiratori Mariko thought painfully.

Seeing Gojo Satoru who was riding faster and faster in front of him, almost trying to outrun the speed of a car, she chased and shouted, "Gojo Satoru, please slow down for me—"

At this speed, even ten of them can't keep up!

Gojo Satoru rode that silver bicycle, and said confidently in front, "I don't! Shiratori, come and chase me—"

Shiratori Mariko: What kind of childish ghost is this.

She pedaled the bicycle twice symbolically from behind, and then gave up struggling.

Forget it, forget it, why bother.Let Gojo Satoru play by himself.

Mariko Shiratori pedaled her little bicycle slowly behind, while muttering to herself, "Why should I ride with this guy?"

She didn't expect to get a reply, but a familiar voice sounded beside her.

"Of course it's because people who want to ride with me can line up from Tokyo to Kyoto!" Gojo Satoru, who had already circled around and turned back, rode the bicycle side by side with her, "Does Shiratori feel honored?"

He said with a smile, holding the handlebar with one hand, and held out the other hand to Mariko Shiratori, "Here you are. Does it look good?"

Shiratori Mariko glanced at Gojo Satoru in surprise, "What?"

She glanced at Gojo Satoru's palm, and found that lying in his palm was a pale pink flower with a slight luster, it was picked from nowhere, and there was a fresh dewy smell on the stem, "Send mine?"

"Yeah," Gojo Satoru said briskly, "for you."

His white hair fluttered slightly with the wind, with a little chic air, "Put it away."

Shiratori Mariko laughed, "Thank you then, Gojo."

She slowed down slightly, and reached out to pick up the flower, but what she didn't expect was that Gojo Satoru took his hand back at this time.

This action made Shiratori Mariko stunned for a moment, and then she saw Gojo Satoru quickly and decisively stretched out his hand towards her ball head.

She subconsciously dodged for a while, but she didn't dodge, and she didn't dare to let this guy who leaned over half of his body really fall this way, and he would definitely overturn the car!Even if Gojo Satoru doesn't overturn, she will!

Quickly inserting the flower on Shiratori Mariko's head, Gojo Satoru pretended not to see the obviously crooked and drooping flower, and looked at the funny Shiratori Mariko twice.

He looked at it with great interest, and commented, "Not bad, although it's obviously not as handsome as me - but it's quite suitable for you."

Mariko Shiratori, whose attention was diverted, let out a sigh, and stroked her hair in a daze, "Is that so?"

She tentatively touched the flower on the top of her hair, always feeling a little strange, "Is it really okay?"

Gojo Satoru suppressed a smile, nodded solemnly, and suggested sincerely, "Why don't you find a mirror and take a look?"

Seeing that Mariko Shiratori was really planning to stop the car and touch the mirror, he quickly poked Mariko Shiratori's ball head a few more times, and then rode away laughing before Mariko Shiratori realized that her hair was all messed up Way to go.

Shiratori Mariko: "Gojo Satoru!!! You bastard!"

When the chasing between the two of them came to an end, the sky also darkened.

Shiratori Mariko's originally bundled hair had been loosened over her shoulders again, with a gentle arc floating along the wind.

She yawned and scolded Gojo Satoru who was riding beside her, "Riding with you is really tiring, I'm going to list riding with you as an absolutely prohibited item."

Although she knew that this guy had slowed down, it was obviously very slow, but, but!

After all, who would make the activity of cycling for a leisurely look like a racing car!

Because he felt a little hot, the coat that Gojo Satoru originally wore was stuffed in the basket by him, and he was only wearing a thin shirt.

He blinked innocently, "Is Shiratori not having fun?"

Shiratori Mariko thought for a while, "Well, I'm actually quite happy."

She exhaled, and rode slowly with the evening wind, "It's quite fun."

When chasing Gojo Satoru by bicycle, she hardly thought about anything else, and left all other concerns, including whether such a life could last, behind her.

It seems that he has forgotten everything that should be firmly remembered, and jumped into the wind called "happiness" indulgently and recklessly, swaying on the driveway with the autumn wind without any scruples.

Gojo Satoru turned his head to look at her, and smiled softly.

Probably considering the suddenly hot temperature today, Shiratori Mariko stuffed a white T-shirt with a blue pattern into her short jeans, exposing her slender white long legs, which looked a little cute.

Her expression was gentle, and her side face was calm and peaceful, as if she had been stained with a layer of luster by the setting sun, with an inexplicable gentleness.

"That's good," he said.

Shiratori Mariko blinked.

"Anyway, thank you for coming with me, Wutiao," she said with a smile, "thank you very much."

"Then you should really thank me. After all, it should be a great honor to have the company of me who is the strongest, the most handsome and the best at cycling~" After a pause, Gojo Satoru glanced at her again, "Ah, yes, you still Do you remember where it was in front?"

He pretended to be terrified and said, "Isn't he going to get lost???"

"The city is in front of me! I'm not that stupid!" Mariko Shiratori said angrily.

She glanced at her phone, turned her head and asked, "Shall we continue?"

"Okay," Gojo Satoru said.

So the two of them slowly followed the bicycle path and merged into the illuminated road that belonged to the city.

The night fell silently, and the evening wind gently blew across Shiratori Mariko's body like cool and soft silk, extending along her exposed skin to her heart.

She raised her head and looked into the distance. The vehicles on the other side were constantly flowing, and the lights lit up at night gathered in front of her, forming a gleaming river.

Shiratori Mariko let out a breath, and stopped the car in front of the lights that came on.

"Gojo, may I treat you to something?" She said with a smile, "Don't be picky—I know there's a place nearby that has good ramen."

Gojo Satoru winked at Shiratori Mariko, "Wow, then I'm super lucky today—how about going now!"