Only 100 days left in life

Leaning on the table on the side of the kitchen, Shiratori Mariko looked at the tired-looking Maki.

"How are you doing?" she asked with concern.

"It's okay." Maki paused, then raised his head and took another sip of his drink, "I'm really sorry for your inconvenience today, Shiratori."

She was referring to the matter of helping to contact Professor Dazai.

"You've helped me a lot too," said Mariko Shiratori, "and I feel good that I can help."

She yawned, "Although I don't understand what he taught at all?"

"Very good," Maki replied, "Tactics is indeed our shortcoming, and we have learned a lot."

She paused, but still asked her doubts, "Shiratori, Mr. Dazai, he doesn't look like your friend."

"Ah, indeed," Shiratori Mariko was surprised at her sharpness, "he came from there today. It was also the first time he met me, and he had a fight with Knotweed."

Maki looked at her, "If you need help, don't hesitate."

"Nothing," said Mariko Shiratori.

She skipped the entanglement in the middle, reached out to touch the porcelain cup on the table, and looked at herself reflected in the water, "He said that there are people with healing abilities in Yokohama over there, and I might go there in a few days .”

"About when?" Maki glanced at her, "After the exchange meeting is over, I'll go with you."

She shrugged, "Anyway, Nagasaki and I just want to go to the beach, Ji and Panda also want to go, I guess Yoshino, Knotweed and Fuhei are about the same. Let's pick a time when we don't have to send out missions, by the way How about going on vacation as a celebration of winning the game?"

Let's go together, so you don't have to worry about the safety of Mariko Shiratori.

Taking a rough look at the few people who came from another world today, it seems that they are not particularly capable of fighting.Although I don't know to what extent the "extraordinary ability" they said can be enhanced, it is safer to have more people in the past.

"I haven't figured it out yet. On the day of Wild Rose's birthday, Mr. Gojo sent me a text message, inviting me to watch your exchange meeting, and I agreed," Shiratori Mariko sighed helplessly, "He said he would come back when the time came. I Maybe we can discuss it with him."

The main reason is that she really can't find other adults to discuss this matter now, and the suggestions of Knotweed and Hui should not be too different.

And Nagi Yoshino, Mariko Shiratori who I knew before was not willing to involve her.

"That guy Gojo Satoru told you he would come back that day?" Maki frowned, "He didn't tell me anything."

This guy must have done it on purpose.It's time to see them laugh, you bastard.

"He didn't tell you the date of his return?" Shiratori Mariko was also a little surprised, "I thought you all knew."

"He's used to being unreliable, let him go," said Maki quite disgustedly, "I can't die anyway."

She complained rather unhappily, "Speaking of which, this guy is getting more and more weird. Last time he left Hui aside and ran to perform the task by himself (although it's interesting to see the students who are embarrassed), last time he took the thorn I almost got lost, this time I deliberately hid when we would come back, and when we lived in this kind of Kyoto school, ah, he is really the bastard among the bastards."

"Okay, don't be angry," Shiratori Mariko patted Maki on the shoulder.

She took out a package of plastic-wrapped biscuits from her pocket, and signaled the green-haired girl standing opposite to open her hand.

Maki, who was interrupted, froze for a moment, then spread her hands obediently, "What?"

Then there was a round sandwich biscuit sprinkled with sesame seeds in the palm of his hand.

"It tastes like salted egg yolk," Shiratori Mariko tilted her head and said with a smile, "Try it?"

Her smile looked extraordinarily peaceful, like an innocent and gentle cloud, staying in this room.

Osamu Dazai bent the corners of his lips, and retracted his gaze from staring at her.

"Will things that are destined to be lost be cherished like this?" He whispered softly.

"You are very nice," a completely unfamiliar voice praised, "I admire you very much."

The lofty tone of voice, but slowly came out with a kind of delicacy.

Osamu Dazai turned his head to look, and found a mouth protruding from Yuzuki Yuhito's hand, opening and closing, it looked funny and creepy, and his tone contained undisguised malice and expectant approval.

The two eyes were intertwined, making Osamu Dazai couldn't help laughing.

And the knotweed Youren himself slapped the inexplicably protruding mouth, "Sorry, Su Nuo doesn't listen to my instructions very much."

"Hmph, brat," Su Nuo said before disappearing again, "Trouble."

Osamu Dazai said he didn't care at all.

He clasped his hands, looked at Yuzu Yujin, and asked curiously, "Student Yuzhang, what is this?"

"Double-faced Su Nuo, the curse that lives in my body" Yu Zhang Youren explained in a tangled manner.

Dazai laughed.

"Can you tell me about him? I'm very interested."

The sun was sinking gradually, and the gentle twilight shone on the glass, creating a peaceful temperature.

Atsushi Nakajima, who was a bit out of place at the beginning, has already sat between Junpei and Yuzuki Yuhito, next to Megumi Fukuro who has written "I don't know what else to say but can they listen carefully to the class" all over his face.

Maki and Wild Rose sat together, Pantatsu sat next to the dog, and then Osamu Dazai lay paralyzed in the middle.

The course—or the discussion has entered a heated stage, and the circle of people surrounding Osamu Dazai is thinking about the optimal solution following his topic.

Each of them held a notebook or a pen, recorded carefully, and nodded from time to time, as if they had been instilled with some strange ideas, and they became fanatical like usual training.

Mariko Shiratori, who was out of state, shrugged her shoulders, dried the cleaned apples one by one, and placed them on the counter one by one.

To be honest, she didn't listen to it because she couldn't understand it at all. In fact, it's not impossible to understand it if you work hard, but she really doesn't want to waste her few brain cells.

Shiratori Mariko has spent enough time squeezing her brain, it is rare to take a vacation, so stop thinking about such intricate things.

Think of something simple, say...an apple.

She stared at the large plump apple in distress, wondering whether to peel it with a kitchen knife or a peeler.

Then cut into pieces and sub-package. When I thought it would be so troublesome, I wanted to let the knotweed and the others eat the apples.

The sound of clogs stepping on the floor sounded, and Mariko Shiratori who heard the sound subconsciously turned around, and found that it was the relatively obedient girl who followed Atsushi Nakajima, Izumi Kyoka.

"What's the matter?" She bent down with a smile, and looked at Quan Jinghua, "Are you hungry? Do you want some candy?"

She looks so good.I want to pat my head.

Quan Jinghua shook her head.

She raised the can in her hand, and it was empty, not a single drop of soda.

Shiratori Mariko suddenly realized.

"Do you still want to drink? Drinking too much soda is bad for your health," she took the empty can and said tentatively, "Shall I make you a glass of milk?"

Quan Jinghua nodded.

"Thank you," she whispered.

So Shiratori Mariko boiled a pot of hot water, made a cup of milk for Izumi Kyoka, and watched her walk back a little bit.

Then he continued to stare at the washed, clean and bright red apples, and worriedly picked up a few, "Forget it, just eat them raw, it would be good for them to eat."

The corners of her clothes were pulled.

Shiratori Mariko turned around and found that it was Izumi Kyoka who had returned with a milk cup.

"What's the matter?" she asked, "Is it the milk that needs to be sweetened?"

Quan Jinghua nodded and put the cup on the table.

"Apple, peel?" Shiratori Mariko asked cautiously as she poured sugar into the milk and stirred it evenly.

For some reason, he peeled the apple well and popped it out of the girl's mouth in front of him, as if he was about to do something big.

Shiratori Mariko nodded with a smile, "Yeah, I'm a bit hard-working, it will take a long time with so many apples—"

Before she finished speaking, Shiratori Mariko saw a light flash in Izumi Kyoka's arms.

She took out a knife out of nowhere, and then swung it towards the table at a speed that Mariko Shiratori could not intervene at all.

Just in a breath, the apple in front of him was peeled.

The apple peel fell from the apple like a falling apart, revealing the white flesh inside, which looked tender and juicy.

Shiratori Mariko was dumbfounded, feeling that her cognition had made a big mistake.The masters are among the people.

No, so why does such a well-behaved little girl carry a knife with her?Also so fast.How dangerous is Yokohama! !

"Slice? Cut into pieces?" Quan Jinghua asked.

"Oh, what are you talking about, cut it into pieces, it's troublesome," Shiratori Mariko replied subconsciously.

Quan Jinghua tossed several apples into the air, and drew her knife neatly.

"Okay," after the sharp piercing sound, Quan Jinghua took a step back and said calmly.

The evenly cut apples fell into the bowl one by one, and the yards were neat and beautiful, as if they were cut with a ruler.

Anyway, very surprised.Shiratori Mariko felt that this was no longer something ordinary people could explain.

And Quan Jinghua nodded seriously after seeing the finished product.

Seeing Mariko Shiratori staring at her knife, she thought it was curiosity, so she handed the knife to her, "Do you want it?"

"Give it to me?" Mariko Shiratori pointed to herself blankly, "Don't you want it?"

Why give it to her?Does she seem like someone who really needs knives?And if you get this knife, you can't use it like her, right?

"Well," Quan Jinghua nodded, and took out a few knives from nowhere, "I have a lot."

So it doesn't matter if you give her one.

"Is this so?" Seeing the equipment on Izumi Kyoka's body, Shiratori Mariko was greatly shocked.

She took the knife with a dazed expression, and placed it on the table.

It's too much.Are all the underage children of the Armed Detective Agency so powerful? ?

"It's going to be oxidized," Izumi Jinghua reminded seeing Shiratori Mariko still staying in place.

"Oh, good," Shiratori Mariko picked up a bowl full of apple chunks, stuffed a dozen toothpicks, and sent it over there with hands and feet.

It feels like a really reliable underage. He should be around the same age as Polygonum cuspidatum, Fuhei, and Wild Rose, right?It's almost reliable, but it makes her, the adult who is being taken care of, feel embarrassed.

During this period, Quan Jinghua squatted down beside the dumpling, and reached out to stroke its head curiously.

Tuanzi flicked his tail slowly and ran away.

Mariko Shiratori, who solved the apple, came back from the living room.

She rinsed the knife, dried it with a napkin, and handed it back to Quan Jinghua, "Here you are. Thank you."

"You're welcome," Quan Jinghua blinked.

Looking at Izumi Kyoka who seemed to be in a good mood with bright eyes, Shiratori Mariko sighed.

She felt that she should think again about going out, which was too scary.

Is it just the Armed Detective Agency, or is it true of all Yokohama people?It's too powerful.

——But, the little girl is quite cute.

Shiratori Mariko walked up to her and sat down tentatively.

"Speaking of which," she asked, "is Jinghua still in school?"

Quan Jinghua looked at her quietly, then shook her head.

"At work," her voice was clear, like the gurgling water of a river, "at the Armed Detective Agency."

"That's it," Shiratori Mariko blinked and praised, "That's pretty good too. Come on."

Looking at Jinghua, she almost saw her young self struggling to survive in the world.Very hard.

Mariko Shiratori didn't ask Izumi Kyoka why she dropped out of school, why her parents didn't dissuade her, or how she came to join the Armed Detective Agency, start working, and possess rather quick sword skills.

She just patted Quan Jinghua's head softly, "You have worked hard."

Quan Jinghua, whose head was rubbed, nodded obediently.

She lowered her head, holding the milk glass intently, motionless.

At this time, Shiratori Mariko took out the earphone cable from her pocket, plugged it into the phone, and handed Izumi Kyoka an earplug.

"Wanna watch a movie?" she asked.

So, when a group of people were arguing about which tactic was better, quicker and more suitable for the Kyoto school, a large group and a small group quietly huddled together, holding potato chips and watching a movie.

The sun shines on them, and the shadows intertwine on the ground, peaceful and harmonious.