Only 100 days left in life

Zenyuan Naoya received this task within less than a week.

It is rare for him to step into a field directly under the upper echelons.

Although it is said that Zenyuan Naoya, as the son of the Zenyuan family, was raised by thousands of pampers, but it is still rare for him to step here.

Even if none of Chanyuan Naoya's brothers are decent, none of them are successful, and only he can inherit the Zenyuan family, this place is an absolute forbidden place for him.

That old immortal guy, the Zhipi people of the Chanyuan insisted on stopping him from coming over, not letting him do this or that, relying on himself as the head of the family and his father telling him what to do.

Who does he want to inherit the family?

He, the young master, is the future patriarch of the Buddhist monastery family.

Who else but him?

"...Let her attach to you, Naozai, it's best to be willing, but other things are also fine," the old guy sitting in the inner room, who was quite dissatisfied with his usual behavior, hissed through the door like a poisonous snake spitting out a letter , "Then get her under control, this is our order to you. After playing with so many women, it's a piece of cake for you, isn't it, Naoya?"

It's really bad from beginning to end, old man.

Zenyuan Naoya crossed his arms, although he was really interested in the so-called "no magic power" woman in the photo, he still bargained.

"What can I get?" His tone was as frivolous as ever, "I can't just give no benefits, can I? This woman was given to me for nothing in terms of her figure and appearance, and I didn't even want it. She also looks average. , except for the rumored "housework", she doesn't look like a woman at all. It's far behind Maki, let alone Shiny. If you want me to work hard, of course you can, just show some sincerity."

The old guy behind the door frowned, not too pleased with his bargaining.

After a while, he smiled and knocked on the door with his thin, dry fingers.

"Sincerity is, how about abolishing Fu Heihui's inheritance qualifications?" His voice was hoarse and weird, like the tattered sound of cloth being torn by the wind, "You don't know this yet, do you?"

What he was referring to was the agreement signed between Zhipiren of the Zenyuan and Shier of the Zenyuan, or Fuheisher.

If Zenyuan Zhipi died, it would be Zenyuan Naoya who would inherit the position of head of the family and the family's arsenal.

But if Gojo Wu dies or loses his ability to act, the Chanyuan family needs to welcome Fu Heihui, who has inherited the Chanyuan family's technique, back to the master's house according to the agreement with Fu Heishier.Zenyuan Zhizai not only had to treat him as the head of the family, but also bequeathed all the inheritance to him.

Zenyuan Naoya frowned, "Is what you said true? Hui? His surname is not Zenyuan."

Indeed, he had never heard of this matter, neither his own father nor fans like Shan had ever mentioned it.

"We don't need to lie to you about this, Naoya." There was a rough laugh from inside, "Whether it's a fan or even one, you can just ask."

He sighed long and long, "Naozai, success or failure—it's all up to you."

After thinking for a while, Zenyuan Naoya made a decision.

"I took it," he said, "The reward I want is to abolish the old man after this incident and help me become the head of the Buddhist monastery. How about it?"

"The Patriarch of the Chanyuan treats you well, Zhizai."

Seeing the dim lights inside the door, Zenyuan Naoya smiled.He's not mean to him, but he never told him about Fu Heihui, isn't that not mean?

He laughed, "No matter what you do, I want the result. Mariko Shiratori, I will do my best."

"Deal. This place will provide you with the necessary magic spirit, all the tools you need, and the necessary internal support. We will create turmoil during this period, and you will have temporary immunity from the barrier erected by Tianyuan. After the matter is completed, you Do you understand how it's done? Huh?"

"Understood. But I'm tired of playing, don't blame me for losing it."

"Of course, it's up to you to sail this ship. As for what happens after sailing—"

From behind the door came a laugh like a mouse eating cardboard.

So, he got the magic spirit used to lure Shiratori Mariko to take the bait and the magic tool that can control her behavior for a short time. After escorting the so-called "examination tools", he casually found an excuse to stay on campus.

Immediately afterwards, he squatted in a fixed position that had been negotiated in advance, and released the curse spirit with a pinch.

His plan was originally beautiful, and the future only belonged to Naoya of his Buddhist monastery.

Zenyuan Naoya thought about how to endure the crying Shiratori Mariko after he succeeded, how to pretend to comfort her, how to get rid of her without a trace after getting bored, so as to save her endless entanglement.

But what he didn't expect was that he was now held by Gojo Gojo in such a shameful posture, and beside him was Otoko Yuta who suddenly came back from abroad and whom he had tried to win over.

And the brown-haired and brown-eyed Mariko Shiratori—

His imaginary prey was looking at him furiously with an extremely contemptuous look.

With that clear and hard slap, Chanyuan Naozai turned his head slightly.

Which link is wrong?Why was he caught?

It seems like everything is going off track.

Zenyuan Naoya looked at the person in front of him.Could it be that his prediction was wrong?

Even with the magic protection, Shiratori Mariko's hand still broke through this protective barrier and penetrated in.

And slapped him.Things are getting more and more interesting.

Seeing that the person in front of him didn't respond at all, Mariko Shiratori shook her painful hand.

"I couldn't move just now, did you do it?" she asked.

As soon as Gojo Satoru let go, Zenyuan Naoya, who was being carried, fell to the ground like garbage.

"So what if it's me?" Chanyuan Naoya touched his swollen face, "Is there any problem? A woman like you should obediently line up and wait for a man"

Before he finished speaking, he was interrupted by Shiratori Mariko's slow voice.

"Sorry, I didn't hear clearly," she said in a gentle voice, with a hint of ambiguity, "Can you repeat it again?"

Why, you fell in love with him and regretted it?

Zenyuan Naoya laughed, "It's true that I did it, you kind of girl—"

Shiratori Mariko suddenly raised her hand and slapped him hard again.

However, due to Shiratori Mariko's average physical fitness, in the eyes of Zenyuan Naoya, her speed is not fast.

Subconsciously, he reached out to pinch her wrist directly to fight back.

But at this moment, his hand was firmly pinched by Gojo Satoru behind him, and he couldn't move an inch.

The back of Zenin Naoya's head was firmly supported by Gojo Satoru's knee, so he could only meet Shiratori Mariko's slap like this.

This time it was the other side of Zenyuan Naoya who suffered.An equally crisp sound successfully made the two sides of Zenyuan Naoya's face symmetrical.

After playing Naoya Zenin, looking at his current appearance, Shiratori Mariko is still not satisfied, and always feels that something is missing.

Mainly because the hands are too painful.If you continue to fight, you will only feel that you are losing money.

Otoko Yuta, who had been on the sidelines, walked to Shiratori Mariko silently, and handed her the cup he had just picked up.

"Your glass," he said.

Shiratori Mariko suddenly realized.

She unscrewed the lid of the cup, estimated the angle a little, and poured it on Zenyuan Naoya's face without hesitation.

The water mixed with tea leaves mixed with clear yellow tea soup was poured on the top of Zenyuan Naoya's head, and dripped down the hair he had just cut before he came.

What a mess.

"Huh, it's okay."

Gojo Satoru, who retreated quickly, said, "Shiratori, let me know next time you do something."

If he hadn't withdrawn his legs in time, his pants would have suffered by now.

Gojo Satoru stood some distance away from Naoya, looking at the guy who was simply sitting on the ground, his face was full of disgust, "You look so ugly, Naoya."

Zenyuan Naoya gave up his resistance just because he was here, which is really an eyesore no matter how you look at it.

Shiratori Mariko didn't have a good look at Gojo Satoru either.

She stared at Zenyuan Naoya who was in a mess, looked at her slightly red hands, and gave up the idea of ​​slapping him again.

But at this time, Zenyuan Naoya, who was dazed by the sudden situation, spoke.

"No one wants a woman who is not docile." His accent leaned towards Kyoto, and he felt a unique sense of accent. "Mariko Shiratori, a commoner like you, at least you should learn how to judge the situation."

There was arrogance in his words, "After all, as an ordinary person, you can be regarded as a blessing by me. If it is Maki, or Maki, they are just women with low mantras who are only worthy of serving me. That's all. Was going to give you a side room, oops, it makes me sad."

Shiratori Mariko frowned.

Speaking of which, when Gojo Satoru introduced him to the person in front of him, it seemed that his name was Zenyuan Naoya.

What's his relationship with Maki?What's the relationship between Maki and the Zhenyi in his mouth?

Someone put a hand on her shoulder, Shiratori Mariko turned around, and found that it was Gojo Satoru who had walked to her side at some point and was wearing a blindfold.

"Shiratori," his tone was as brisk as ever, "have you relieved yourself a little?"

Shiratori Mariko was puzzled by his words, but shook her head anyway.

"No," she said, "I'm still angry. Are you going to stop me?"

"Oh, no," Gojo Satoru shook his finger, "I mean, if you can't hit anymore, you can replace me."

He moved his wrist a little, "After all, I still have a debt with him and I haven't settled with him. This can be regarded as helping you vent your anger~ Next time, put more sugar in the pudding!"

Is this guy a sugar monster?How can you be so sweet?

"Then you go first," Shiratori Mariko took a step back, "I'll stay by the side for a while."

"That can't be done," Gojo Satoru pushed her shoulders and walked in the direction of Otoko Yuta, "By the way, let me introduce—"

"Yi Gu Youtai, my student, a sophomore in a junior high school," he said cheerfully, "Yi Gu just happened to have never met his juniors! Let's go to the monitoring room together!"

Mariko Shiratori, who was pushed to the side of Otoko Yuta, was stunned for a moment, then looked back at Gojo Satoru.

"What, then why do you—"

"It's adult time later on," Gojo Satoru snapped his fingers, "Good kids can't watch it."

Seeing that Otoko Yuta walked away with Shiratori Mariko, he turned back and squatted in front of Zenyuan Naoya.

And Naoya, who was in front of him, couldn't help trembling when he heard the meaning revealed in his tone.

"Wu Jun"

"Hey wait! Don't call me so kind!" Gojo Gobi made a pause gesture, "I hear you call me Wu-kun, how disgusting it sounds."

"Looking at you now, you don't have much courage," he said with a smile, "Why do you remember hanging out with those old men, Zenyuan Naozai?"

"Oh yes, you still dare to talk about Maki in front of me, it's pretty amazing. I really admire you."