Only 100 days left in life

In the evening, the setting sun floated softly near the clouds.

The setting sun shines into the house, as if coating the house with a gentle glow.

All the charms on the other wall of the monitoring room were burned. Walking into the monitoring room, as an auxiliary supervisor connecting with the principal, Yidichi Jiegao was almost sweating profusely watching Shiratori Mariko playing with the super-grade spell. They are "eliminated" one by one.

"Well, Miss Shiratori," he couldn't help stopping, "this is not for fun"

Fortunately, the principal is not here, otherwise he will definitely be criticized.

The reckless Gojo Satoru is really, how could he be so——

Shiratori Mariko looked at him, and obediently put down the things.

"Gojo Satoru gave it to me," she said, "Let me touch these one by one."

In fact, she didn't want to touch it either, after all, these "special curse objects" were as dirty as Su Nuo's fingers.

But Wujo Satoru said mysteriously that if he could do him this favor, he would tell Shiratori Mariko one thing.

So, Mariko Shiratori, who was curious by his words, reluctantly agreed.

"Forget it," Yidichi Jiegao gave up struggling, "Miss Shiratori, please be careful."

Then he turned his face away, facing the door without moving, intending to pretend that he didn't see anything.

Shiratori Mariko shrugged.

After getting rid of all the "souvenirs" in this bag, she looked at Otoko Yuta a little bored.

"What's wrong?" asked Yi Gu Youtai, who was stared at by her a little uneasy, "Is there something wrong?"

Kimoto Rika in his arms also looked at Shiratori Mariko.

"Speaking of which," Shiratori Mariko asked seriously, "are you going to send Lixiang to school?"

She recalled what Otoko Yuta said before, "11 years old, it's not good to always follow you, right? Are you a conjurer on duty now?"

As soon as this sentence came out, Li Xiang, who was very dependent on Mariko Shiratori, was stunned, as if it was hard to imagine that her sister in front of her would do this.

"Will Shiratori want to separate us?" She asked a little sadly, "But Rika doesn't want to be separated from Yuta! Shiratori don't want to separate us, okay?"

"Ah, I didn't want to separate you two," Shiratori Mariko thought for a while, and rearranged her words, "Yuta is a magician now, and Sato is a human now, right?"

She asked, "You know 11 year olds are supposed to be in school? If not"

Shiratori Mariko didn't continue, but was interrupted by Kimoto Rika.

"If you don't go to school, can't Sato and Yuta be together?" Kimoto Sato asked, "Yuta? Will you not want Sato? Will we get married?"

"Ah, no, never," Yuta replied, "We'll always be together."

"But if you want to get married, you have to be an adult," he coaxed softly, "Yuta has to go on a mission, and now Lixiang has turned back into a human being, so she can't go on missions with Yuta. So, during this period, is it okay for Lixiang to go to school obediently? Yuta will wait for you after school and pick you up."

Kimoto Rika nodded.

Shiratori Mariko looked at the pair and found that the paranoia of the two people was clearly two-way, and it was a rather paranoid love imposed by the two parties on each other.

Although it is probably because she has been single, she does not particularly understand this kind of persistent feelings, but it is also very satisfying to see such a pair of lovers reunite.

As an outsider, she can see that Lixiang doesn't really want to go to school that much, and Otoko Yuta doesn't really want to let Lixiang leave that much, but they are indeed compromising with each other, giving in to each other silently.

Is this a kind of love?Really, very gentle.

While Mariko Shiratori was still thinking about it, Rose Nagasaki, who had returned with a full load, pushed the door in, "Shiratori! We're back—"

She saw a strange boy and a teenage girl in the room, and stopped, "Who are you?"

Zenyuan Maki, who entered behind her, looked at the two sitting inside and nodded.

"It's Yuta, you're back? You didn't tell us in advance," she pulled Nagizaki Ye Qianwei who was still in place, and walked in, "Your side... Kimoto Rika?"

Maki had seen Lixiang's photo.

A thin, long, dark-haired little girl in her teens, wearing a sleeveless vest and a long dress with a bow on her chest.

"Salmon!"

The dog on the other side walked up to Yiguyouta in a familiar way, then touched his pocket, took out a candy and handed it to Lixiang.

Li Xiang looked at Otoko Yuta, and took it.

Otoko Yuta rubbed her head, stood up, and introduced himself to the juniors who came in, "I am Otoko Yuta, a second-year college student, at the same time as Maki and Goumaki. I have been studying abroad, and I just came back recently. I am with my lover, Kimoto Rika, please take care of me."

He pulled Lixiang up again, who was full of sugar, "Lixiang, it's your turn?"

"Rika Kimoto is Yuta's lover! We will always be together!" Lika introduced herself somewhat vaguely, "Basically that's it."

Nagasaki Wild Rose looked suspiciously at the two people in front of her.

The words "pedophile offending the law" got stuck in his throat, and he was beaten by Fu Heihui on the side.

"Okay! In order to celebrate the senior's return today, we won the team competition today - let's go eat a big meal!" Yujin Yuzuki cheered, "I heard that the assistant supervisor bought a lot of ingredients!

"

He has already figured out what to cook!

"There will be an individual competition tomorrow," Maki said, "If you eat so much, you won't be able to—"

"No, there will be no individual competition tomorrow," said Gojo Satoru, who came out of nowhere.

He smiled and waved his hands, "Hi everyone, how do you feel! Are you excited!"

"Huh? What are you talking about?" An Song Ji, who walked in slowly with her hands in her sleeves, said bluntly, "Don't rely on yourself as a teacher, just talk nonsense here, you bastard!"

In fact, for the sake of fairness, the competitions of each exchange meeting are chosen by the principals of both sides for one day.

And follow the convention (also considered lazy), basically one day for the team competition and one day for the individual competition.

Although the rules this time are a bit trivial, they are still essentially a team competition and have not changed.

So logically speaking, tomorrow is still the individual competition.

"I really hate following the rules," Gojo Gojo said openly.

"Qiangqiang!" He took out a box from behind him, "Shiratori, let's draw a lottery!"

Shiratori Mariko flipped through it with a blank expression, and took out a piece of paper from among the many pieces of paper.

"...Tennis match?" She unfolded the note, "What is this?"

Then, for no reason, there were two more principals beside her, who squeezed beside her, staring at this poor piece of paper with wide eyes.

"Tennis? Tennis match? Leyan Temple, what did you do?"

Principal Night Moth seemed surprised, he never knew that Principal Leyansi liked tennis besides guitar.

So you are the principal of Leyan Temple!

"The old man wrote about the individual competition! How could this happen!"

While the two were not paying attention, Gojo Satoru took the note and threw the box to the two principals.

"Ah, what a pity, I wanted them to compete in baseball," he said regretfully, "After all, Teacher Diva really likes baseball—"

"Gojo Wu, shut up!" An Geji rushed forward aggressively, slashing at his neck with her hand.

Of course, it missed.

Gojo Satoru dodged nimbly and dodged Ange Ji's impact.

Immediately afterwards, the two teachers began to turn around in the room, one shouted violently "I must beat you up today", and the other provoked "Oh, Diva, you can't hit me, you can't hit me", the scene Quite childish.

"So, can we only play tennis?" Nagasaki Yarose sighed, "Ah, it's so annoying."

"It's okay," Fu Heihui said with a habitual look, "Just get used to it."

Gojo Satoru, that's it.

Mariko Shiratori sat on the side and smiled, "Although it is true, but he is obviously not yet an adult, Fuguro is really a bit old-fashioned and stable."

"White Bird..." Fu Heihui was a little helpless.

"Just get used to it?" Shiratori Mariko teased him.

"Hahahahahahahaha that's right! You're right, Shiratori! I think this guy is so old-fashioned and pretends to be cool for a long time!"

"I think it's pretty good! It should be a many-to-many tennis match," Katsuhito Yuhito changed the topic back to tennis with great excitement, "Sounds very interesting, doesn't it, Junpei?"

"...Yes, right?" Junpei replied hesitantly.

In fact, he is not very interested in anything related to sports, and his physical fitness is average.

Just then, another voice sounded.

"That's right! Best friend!" Todo Aoi, who was sitting between Yoshino Junpei and Knotashi Yuhito at some point, replied enthusiastically, "Let's fight again! Victory will eventually—"

Yuzu Yuhito ran away, not forgetting to take Yoshino Junpei with him on the other side.

"Give us a break—"

Dinner ended up at Mariko Shiratori's house.

Under the strong request of the rest of the Tokyo school students, Shiratori Mariko called Dazai Osamu.

At this time, Osamu Dazai was still lying on his back on the sofa of the Armed Detective Agency, "Ah, so boring——"

Anyway, he had nothing to do, so he just rolled over on the sofa, rolled over.

Just then, the phone rang.

"Calling! Calling!"

He turned over and sat up in an instant, and glanced at the contact person with great interest.

"Hello," he answered the phone, "This is Osamu Dazai. What's the matter, Miss Shiratori?"

"Maki and the others invited you to dinner," Shiratori Mariko said on the other end of the phone, surrounded by Tokyo school students and Gojo Satoru who were jostling against her and trying to eavesdrop.

When Osamu Dazai agreed, she hung up the phone, and then angrily drove the people around her away, "I mean, you all have a phone number from Osamu Dazai, right? Why should I invite him?"

The rest of the people looked at each other and walked away.

"My dishes are not finished yet..."

"The platter is a little bit worse."

"The meatballs are still a little short, hahaha."

“Salmon Salmon!”

Facing all this, Shiratori Mariko shrugged, completely helpless.

She sat down on her own, snatched the remote control from Gojo Satoru, and pressed it a few times, "This show is so ugly!"

Gojo Satoru doesn't care.

He took the remote control back again, played back his favorite program, and then raised the remote control by virtue of his height, "You can't grab it, you can't grab it~"

"Bastard, this is my house!" Mariko Shiratori couldn't get the remote control after several times, so she simply hit him with the sofa pillow in her hand.

Gojo Satoru made a quick dodge, bounced his pillow, and flew towards the balcony behind him.

And at this moment, Osamu Dazai opened the door.

"Are there any crabs today—"

Just like that, he was hit by a pillow unexpectedly.

Osamu Dazai, who was suddenly attacked, subconsciously caught the pillow, "Did you send me off?"

"No," Shiratori Mariko felt ashamed, "Sorry, it was an accident."

She walked up to Osamu Dazai slowly, and took the pillow over, "It's not for you."

Osamu Dazai obediently let go of the pillow in his hand, and his attention was still focused on the man sitting on the sofa.

A man with white hair and blue eyes, playing with the blindfold in his hand.Strong and smart.It's a bit tricky.

Gojo Satoru stood up casually, staring at the strange young man who walked in.

"Ah," he said in a statement tone, "you ... are in serious trouble."