Only 100 days left in life

It was almost lunch time before Yuzu Yuhito returned to the playground.

He jumped from the stairs to the grass two or three times, and saw Shiratori Mariko sitting alone on the way, and fell back again.

"Hi, I'm here," Hiroto Hiroto greeted with a smile, "Are you sitting here alone? Why don't you go down and have a look?"

"Ah, yes," Shiratori Mariko replied, pointing to the laptop with the screen still on, "I'm working. It's very comfortable to work outdoors, even though you're sitting."

She went back to get the computer on purpose before, and even found the place where the dog curled up was sitting before, and connected it to the charging jack.

"Now?" Knotabagi Yuhito said unexpectedly, "Freelance work?"

He glanced at the computer and was immediately stunned by the complicated things on it, "W-I don't understand it at all, is it a hacker?! It looks so powerful."

"Ah, no," Shiratori Mariko turned on the screen and pushed it to him, "Part-time job haha, I learned a little programming, and I occasionally come out to work. The previous official job was because of a unilateral quarrel with the boss, so I resigned. on."

"Ah, so," Knotabagi Yuhito scratched his head, "Speaking of which, the network is still not disconnected in a different world—it's amazing."

He put one hand on the other and made a swimming posture, "It seems to be connected."

"Yeah, although I don't know the principle, but it's really amazing," Mariko Shiratori said with a smile, "Is the task in the morning going well?"

She sniffed, and could vaguely smell some blood, "Are you injured?"

"No," Knotabagi Yuhito shook his head and changed the subject, "I'm not injured. It's you"

"Are you happier now?" he asked with a smile.

"A lot better," Shiratori Mariko replied, "Well, I have to tell you something very important."

She hesitated for a moment, but finally decided to speak out without reservation.

"Okay," said Yuzu Yujin cooperatively, "tell me. I will definitely keep it a secret!"

He made a gesture, "If there is a problem that needs to be solved, I can also help!"

"I'm probably dying. Because of a family genetic disease," Shiratori Mariko explained, "I tried other methods, and I found a family doctor yesterday, and it seems that there is no way out."

"Maybe he is going to die," she said calmly, suppressing the sourness that followed, "There are still a little more than three months."

Yuzu Yuhito suddenly thought of Mariko Shiratori, who was particularly preoccupied yesterday afternoon when he was talking about the doctor at home.

I was a little emotional at the time, was it because of this?

"Is there anything I can do to help?" Hu Zhang suddenly asked, "Is there?"

"I don't know yet," Shiratori Mariko looked straight into his eyes, "If there is, I will definitely ask you."

She paused, and then added, "Not so fast. Although it's really miserable, I'm not saying this to make you pity me, or feel sorry for me. It's just a feeling. If it's a friend, it's better to say it."

Seeing Yuzu Yuhito who fell silent, Mariko Shiratori smiled and changed the subject.

"Let's talk about something else," she tried to lighten her voice, "Why did you choose to become a conjurer? It doesn't seem like you are very proficient, but more like a transfer student."

"Hey, really?" Knotabagi Yujin pointed to himself, "Can you tell?"

"Yeah," Shiratori Mariko nodded, "It's not like that at all."

"Why," said Yuzu Yuhito with a sigh, "I thought I had already imitated it very much."

He lifted up his sleeves and showed Shiratori Mariko his arms, "I've been exercising, so there shouldn't be a big difference, right?"

"That's right, the aura is different," Shiratori Mariko pinched the bulging muscles on his arm, "Wow, it feels really strong!"

"Aura?" Knotweed asked curiously, putting down his sleeves.

"Let me give you an example. That is, if you were a police officer, and the gangster who killed many innocent people and planted explosives in the city center was right in front of you," asked Mariko Shiratori, "would you kill him?" ? The premise is that if you don’t kill him, then more people will die.”

She thought for a while, and then changed to a more professional word, "In your case, it should be a bad magician, right? What would you do with the thoroughly bad one?"

Seeing the hesitant look on Kozu Yuuhito's face, Shiratori Mariko laughed.

"I think, if it was someone else, they would definitely say 'kill him' without a doubt," she said, "Kumba is a very gentle person, who cares about other people's lives. Too gentle people will be cut by the edges and corners of the world.”

Therefore, even for her who has only known her for a short time, she will patiently comfort and enlighten her.

"Others have something they want to stick to, so they use it as a limit," Mariko Shiratori asked, "Where is the limit for Knotweed?"

Katsuobu Youruhito remembered what he had said after he and Jianren Qihai finished their mission in the morning.

"I remember that guy Gojo Satoru said that you joined the high school because only you can do it, and you started to perform tasks and work in this job. But now, Mariko Shiratori can also do this It's done," Nanami Kento loosened his tie, and glanced at his watch again, "You can reconsider your career, Knotabagi Yuhito. Get punished, keep going, or escape?"

"However, the curse spirit is not yet complete." The words of Katsuobu Yuren were interrupted.

"The curse spirit can never be exorcised," Nanami Jianren said wearily, "don't hold your naive and stupid delusion, Knotweed Hirohito. If you are engaged in this profession, excessive kindness will only bring you pain .”

He looked at the younger generation beside him, "If it really doesn't work, just ask yourself what you want most."

Looking at Mariko Shiratori with a concerned expression, Yuzuhiro's expression gradually became firm.

"Yes," he said, "I want to protect the people around me."

If you can't let everyone get a "right death", then at least let the people around you get a "right death".

"Then work hard for it," Shiratori Mariko blinked, "With a fixed goal, it will be much easier to go down, right?"

She patted the shoulder of Yu Zhang Yuren, "However, no matter what, you must treat yourself well. People around you think you are also very important, so you must cherish yourself."

Knotabagi Yuhito let out a "hmm".

At this time, the sparring happened to be over, and several people gathered around, chatting with Yu Zhang Youren, asking about his morning tasks.

After drinking water and taking a short rest, the next round starts again.

Shiratori Mariko sat on one side of the steps, finished the rest of the work, and continued to watch them practice.

To be honest, in the first half of her life, she never thought that she could see such a magical picture.

Extraordinary people who look like superpowers are fighting with the dolls, and from time to time they make movements that are smoother, more agile and flexible than the world's top gymnasts. Even without any tools, the layman Mariko Shiratori I feel very powerful, it is hard to praise the power.

It's the kind of miracle that wants to be preserved.

So when a few people were taking a break, Shiratori Mariko yelled at the people below.

"Can I take a picture?" she asked.

"Whatever," Fu Heihui replied with a frown, and then the knotweed wrapped his shoulders, and the three of them formed a triangle with Shunping.

"Ha," said the knotweed cheerfully, "we're done! Yo~"

Junpei cooperated with him in a classic movie pose.

"Salmon!" Dog Roll and Fat Darby gave a "Yeah" gesture.

"That should be a good shot," Nagasaki Yarose and Maki picked up the weapons next to them and put on a cool pose.

"Okay," Shiratori Mariko replied with a smile, "Trust me, I was a camera assistant!"

She picked an angle, "Three, two, one, salmon—"

Hearing the sound, Fukui Hui raised her head and looked in the direction of the camera, but noticed Mariko Shiratori under the tree.

She looked focused and serious, holding up her mobile phone, the sunlight hit the leaves, and the light and shadow fell on her dark brown hair, finely broken, mottled and beautiful.

He had just heard the chat between Shiratori Mariko and Knotabagi Yuhito, and unexpectedly felt that she was very similar to the assistant supervisor Iji Kiyoshi.

They are like people whose crazy cells have been wiped out by life, living their lives in an ordinary and trivial way, and suppressing the innocence in their hearts, waiting for the day when they will see the light of day again.

Not offensive, but also with its own unique persistence.

The smiles of the seven people stayed on the photo with the pressing of the shooting button and the sunshine, stopping the rush of time.

"This may be the best photo I've ever taken," Shiratori Mariko forwarded the picture to the group, and said to Gojo Satoru who stood next to her at some point, "Thank you anyway , Mr. Gojo."

"Miss Jiajin, you should have entrusted her to her. The things here have always troubled you."

She wasn't really stupid enough to think that she was walking around in another world, and she was safe and sound now, it was her own luck.

No matter what purpose Wujo Satoru had, he had always been good to her, even good, so there was no need to get to the bottom of the so-called reason.

What he brought to her was indeed a new and completely different world, as well as some friends and things that she had never imagined.

"Well, you're welcome," Gojo Satoru squatted down, with the corners of his mouth slightly raised, and said briskly, "You deserve it."