Only 100 days left in life

In the early morning, it was only about six or seven o'clock.

The sparrows are still chirping on the branches, the morning wind is cool and fresh, and being in it is as comfortable as drinking a large glass of cold water.

Shiratori Mariko glanced at the phone, and the tennis court that started at nine o'clock hadn't been set up yet.

Looking up from this position, the auxiliary supervisor in a suit and tired face is still diligently arranging the venue without stopping.

Shiratori Mariko called to stop the guy who was walking in front of her with his hands in his pockets.

"I said, wake me up so early," she asked suspiciously, "What are you going to do, Gojo Satoru?"

Gojo Satoru didn't look back, but just waved his hand.

"You'll know when you get there," he said, "you'll be—surprised."

Shiratori Mariko twitched the corner of her mouth.

Not really wanting to be surprised.

In the morning, he was woken up by constant phone calls, had to run to open the door, and then Gojo Satoru yelled out the door like a strong man, and his patience was almost wiped out by him.

That's fine, Gojo Satoru insisted that she change into clothes suitable for sports, and then wear a pair of "high heels that I don't like very much".

——This is simply a mix and match style!And not going to work, who wants to go out conscientiously in high heels!

But Gojo Satoru is really, really annoying.

So Shiratori Mariko finally changed into this set of equipment, wearing high heels and stepping on the stone slab carefully, for fear that the thin heel would fall into the gap and could not be pulled out, and put a pair of sneakers in the satchel by the way, planning to wait for Wujo Wu Note, change out your shoes.

Seeing the surrounding scenery gradually becoming unfamiliar, Mariko Shiratori stood still a little uneasy.

"Where are we going?" she asked. "I haven't been here?"

The buildings in front of me are gloomy and towering, surrounded by human figures visible to the naked eye, and the windows are covered with dense incantations. Compared with the small teaching buildings and dormitory buildings, the buildings here are obviously taller.

She had been to the Tokyo Magic School before, but had never been here.

Gojo Satoru finally turned around this time and looked at her.

"I'm actually not in favor of telling you this matter. But after thinking about it, I should tell you briefly," he said in a calm voice, seemingly unreliable, "because the choice should always be in your hands .”

When Mariko Shiratori heard this, her expression became serious.

"What's the matter?" She thought for a while, "If it's something very important, it's okay if you don't tell me. I can understand."

"Really...but this is a very important matter about you. How about this, you come closer," Wujo Satoru said solemnly, "I really want to say it!"

After Shiratori Mariko took a deep breath, he held his breath, and his mood tensed up with his words.

"Okay, I see. Go ahead."

Could it be about a fusion of worlds, or a mutation in her body?

Or, something serious happened to someone and she needed to—

The two of them were like spies at the joint, whispering on the gravel road, getting together, their expressions tense, they didn't look like they were doing any serious business.

In such a tense and anxious atmosphere, Gojo Satoru uttered a light and ethereal sentence with his breath.

"I ate that snack."

Shiratori Mariko:?

"What did you say???" She thought she had heard wrong.

Gojo Satoru nodded solemnly.

"That's right, the dessert that was on your table before," he said with a suppressed voice, "I ate it. Waiting for you."

Mariko Shiratori:

I'm sorry, but she shouldn't expect too much from Gojo Satoru.

Just like that, Mariko Shiratori, who resisted the desire to beat Gojo Satoru violently, followed him into this strange-looking building.

The entrance hall is dilapidated, with wooden dust and debris falling from above from time to time.

The interior layout should not focus on comfort, but on the contrary, it is more inclined to make people feel uncomfortable. Maybe the designer is trying to increase the unpleasant experience for people who come here.

"Let me see," Gojo Satoru picked up the notebook on the table, "[-], [-], well, this is the one."

He took Shiratori Mariko to the building, and everyone along the way nodded to him.

Finally, the two stopped in front of a door.

There was no one else around, and in the silence, Gojo Satoru opened the door.

"Who is it?" A voice asked weakly.

His tone was a bit upright, which gave Mariko Shiratori a rather familiar feeling.

The person who made the sound had his back to the light and was tied backwards to a bent chair. His limbs seemed to be bound and he couldn't move at all.

"The voice is very loud," Gojo Satoru pulled Shiratori Mariko in with a smile, and closed the door again, "I'm still worried about what to do if you get pissed off here."

He snapped his fingers, and the chair slowly turned around, and sitting inside was Zenin Naoya who once had a relationship with Shiratori Mariko.

Seeing that it was Gojo Satoru and Shiratori Mariko, Zenin Naoya suddenly felt that he had regained some strength.

"Why, are you still submissive to the Zenyuan family?" He said mockingly, "I thought the strongest could do anything, but that's all. So, Miss Shiratori, it's better to listen to me and stay at home. , and avoid being manipulated by a guy like Gojo Satoru, right?"

Look, isn't it still time to bring Shiratori Mariko here?

Even if it is the strongest, don't you still have to succumb to the pressure of "rules"?Really, too ridiculous.

"Me?" Gojo Satoru pointed to himself, "Did you misunderstand something~ Naozai, you have such a rich imagination, how about asking the Chanyuan family to pay you to be a comedian?"

"I'm not here for you. Before your family pays you, you are worthless."

He pushed Mariko Shiratori in front of Naoya Zenin, and asked, "Have you ever learned female self-defense?"

Gojo Gojo made a gesture, "It doesn't matter if you haven't learned it, just follow here. Well, you can hit him if you take off your shoes."

The pair of high heels that were about to be discarded on Mariko Shiratori's feet shone sharply, and Naoya Zenin shivered.

Gojo Satoru, you are so ruthless.

Shiratori Mariko looked at the sportswear and high heels she was wearing today, and suddenly realized.

"Learned a bit," she said, "but you should have reminded me that I still have...a pair of spikes at home."

After dealing with Zenyuan Naoya, Shiratori Mariko walked out of the prison door refreshed and threw away her high heels.

"Do you need to count the medical expenses?" she said, "I remember Miss Diva said before that there is also a reward for exorcising super-level cursed objects. How about using that?"

Mentioning this, Wujo Wu coughed with guilt.

"You don't have to worry about that," his eyes wandered, "the people here will heal him. It's just a minor injury, not a big deal."

Shiratori Mariko stared at him suspiciously.

"What are you hiding from me?" she said, "Yes, you haven't asked me for a bank card yet, where is the money?"

"Today's weather is really nice—" Gojo Satoru started talking with a laugh, "It's very suitable for a tennis match."

"Gojo Satoru!" Shiratori Mariko didn't give him a chance to break away, "Money——"

"Okay," Gojo Satoru said immediately, "Give it to Miss Ming. Give it all to her."

There was no other way. At that time, he asked Mingming to exchange information. She only wanted money, so he had to give her all the bonus of "destroying special cursed objects" casually, and then persuaded her.

Shiratori Mariko nodded thoughtfully.

"Miss Ming told Yi Gu the news before, because of this—"

Before Mariko Shiratori finished speaking, Gojo Satoru interrupted perfunctorily, "Yes, yes, she really loves money."

He looked at his phone, "It's still early, there's still half an hour left. Let's not talk about this, let's take you to another place!"

Shiratori Mariko frowned.

She shook her head, "What, where can I go in half an hour? I'm still"

"Shh."

Gojo Satoru carried her, who hadn't reacted at all, and landed in an unfamiliar garden location in an instant.

"What did you say?" He seemed to have just heard Mariko Shiratori's question.

Shiratori Mariko gritted her teeth secretly, "It's nothing."

Why is he teleporting? !The bastard!

She looked at the huge building in front of her, "Why did you bring me to the hospital?"

Do you want to check her? It's not necessary.

"Bringing you to meet someone," Gojo Satoru said, "Come on, come on~"

Gojo Satoru led Shiratori Mariko to the door of a ward.

The nurse inside was doing registration, and it was not surprising to see Gojo Satoru in a strange outfit, "It's Mr. Gojo."

"It's me," Gojo Satoru replied, "How is Tsumiki doing today?"

Shiratori Mariko glanced at the sign above.

Fu Hei, Fu Heijin Miki.

The person lying on the bed had brown hair neatly tied behind his head, his eyes were closed, as if he had fallen asleep gently.

Judging by age, I feel older than Fu Heihui.

Could it be Fu Heihui's... sister?

"It's the same as before," said the nurse, "it's in good condition."

She simply put away the notebook in her hand and gave way to the two of them.

"That's right," Gojo Satoru looked at the person on the bed, "This is Hui's older sister, who has been sleeping here because of the curse."

He pulled up a chair and sat on the edge of the bed, "Hui now spends most of his winnings on hospital bills, so he's very poor! Hmm...that's basically it!"

"So?" Shiratori Mariko looked at Gojo Satoru, "What do you want me to do?"

"According to the logic," Wujo Satoru snapped his fingers, "You can wake her up. Of course, there is also a certain probability of 'eliminating' her directly. After all, she has coexisted with the curse for so long, and no one can guarantee whether she will be assimilated. gone."

Shiratori Mariko frowned.

"Is there no safer way?" she asked.

"No," Gojo Satoru shook his head, "but I think it's okay. After all, it's obviously a curse, and Lixiang looks alive and kicking."

"Anyway, it's all right, come on—kiss our Sleeping Beauty!" he urged.

Shiratori Mariko rolled her eyes.

She ignored Gojo Satoru, who was yelling at the side, and reached out to touch Fukurotsu Miki, who seemed to be asleep, and felt her cheeks were warm.warm.

Then she secretly spurned herself for being really stupid.

It was just a vegetable.Definitely alive.

A moment later, Fukurotsu Miki opened her eyes with her slender eyelashes trembling slightly.

She looked blankly at the stranger in front of her, and said dryly with her vocal cords that had not uttered a word for a long time, "Who are you...?"