Only 100 days left in life

Sensing the opponent's sudden approach, Saiki Kusuo backed away calmly.

"No," he denied, "Mr. Gojo, this is our first meeting."

Admitting is impossible, never possible.

It's a good thing he turned into a complete, real cat at the time, and the guy's eyes couldn't see it, or it would have been bad.

Gojo Wu let out a "hey".

"But I always feel that you look super-familiar," he straightened up, looking left and right, "have we never met somewhere? Really?"

Very familiar, this sense of volatility that I have seen somewhere before.

And, anyway, he walked out of Shiratori Mariko's house and showed this speed again. The people in front of him didn't respond, isn't it right?

Gojo Satoru's intuition told him that the person in front of him must be hiding something.Moreover, he is likely to have plans for Shiratori Mariko.

Thinking of this, he put the pink-haired monster on the shoulder, and hugged it forcefully, "Oh, don't be in a hurry~"

Gojo Satoru asked casually, "At least tell me, what do you do?"

"I haven't seen it. Software engineering," Saiki Kusuo pushed his hand away, stood up, and said very coldly, "And, this way of approaching a conversation has long been outdated, Mr. Gojo."

He ignored Gojo Satoru, and simply nodded to Shiratori Mariko, "Miss Shiratori, let's do this for today. I still have some work to do, so I'm leaving first."

"Oh, okay," Mariko Shiratori hurriedly apologized, a little dazed, "I'm really sorry, it's because I didn't entertain you well..."

She should feel lucky that it's been perfunctory. Why does she always feel weird?That is, Mr. Saiki's reaction is too unusual, isn't it?

However, Mariko Shiratori did not forget to hand the bag in her hand to the neighbor, "Don't forget this."

The dumpling in her arms looked at the pink-haired human with a familiar smell in front of her, and then burrowed into Shiratori Mariko's arms.

Gojo Satoru, who was left in place by the two of them, nodded thoughtfully, "Oh oh oh oh, so this method is outdated——"

He retorted sharply and loudly, "No, it would be outdated for Ikemen to have no means of flirting! I suspect that you are denying my handsomeness and I have proof!"

Saiki Kusuo turned his head expressionlessly.

"No, no," he said, "I'm just not really interested in you, Mr. Gojo. And I don't think a guy with little black sunglasses is very handsome."

"But it's not easy for you to see where to go, pink and green," Gojo Satoru said disgustedly, "What qualifications do you have to say that my glasses are ugly?!"

What's more, he has never seen anyone wear a lollipop on his head.

Shiratori Mariko stood aside, pinched the ball's paw, feeling that she suddenly couldn't get in the conversation.

Shouldn't she be apologizing now... No, wait a minute, how did things go from the initial dislike to each other, and fast-forward to the two arguing in her house like elementary school students?

Seeing the two people getting louder and fiercer, Shiratori Mariko began to think about how to separate the two people with a headache.

The more she looked at the current scene, the more familiar it became, and she felt like she had seen it somewhere before...

Oh, when Mr. Dazai was around before, Gojo Satoru seemed to pick him up like this.

This time, Mr. Saiki also failed to escape this routine. He thought he was a very reliable office worker, but in the end he was really provoked by Gojo Satoru.

So, Wujo Satoru's ability is to bring other people's intelligence to the same level as his own, and then use his rich experience to defeat the other party?

Shiratori Mariko sighed, exchanged glances with Fei Jia who was beside her, and planned to step forward to persuade the two of them.

At this moment, the dumpling in Shiratori Mariko's arms spoke.

"Meow," patted Shiratori Mariko, and Tuanzi shouted a few times meaningfully, "Meow, meow."

Kusuo Saiki, who was arguing quite fiercely with Gojo Satoru, suddenly stopped talking and turned around.

"You're right," he said, nodding.

Gojo Satoru seemed to be offended by the sudden addition of the cat to the battlefield.

"Hey, two-on-one is too much," he knocked on the table, "Of course, it doesn't matter even if it's two-on-one, I'm invincible anyway—"

"But what Tuanzi said is quite right," Fei Jia added with a smile, "isn't that right, Mr. Gojo?"

He also stood up, "It's different from your idea, and I quite agree with what it said."

Shiratori Mariko looked at the few people in front of her, feeling confused.

Wait, let's not mention anything else, how did they communicate with the dumpling?

"Qamihai," Hirohito Kojou asked after finishing the phased training, "Do you know where Mr. Wujo went?"

He drank his saliva, and asked cautiously, "I just said to go..."

As a result, it still hasn't come back.

Seeing Megumi Fukuro, Rose Kizaki, and Junpei Yoshino on the other side all looked over, Kento Nanami rubbed the space between his brows.

It was agreed to help take it temporarily, but it has been brought to the present.

Why did he think that this guy was telling the truth?

Gojo Satoru, did he really take it seriously?

Obviously that guy Gojo Satoru just said to call Shiratori Mariko over and came back, but he has been staying there until now, causing him to work overtime in the afternoon...

The bastard.hateful.

"I'll go over there and have a look," he said to Yidichi Jiegao who was standing by, "You can supervise their training."

"Ah, oh, yes!" Yidichi Jiegao quickly replied, "I will!"

Jianren Qihai nodded and walked towards the dormitory building.

When he opened the door and walked in, he saw Gojo Satoru rolling on the mattress in the room, "Shiratori—Shiratori—"

Mariko Shiratori stood on the other side, rejecting the strongest man in the magic world with a headache.

"Five, no."

I thought it was the most difficult to send Fei Jia to the opposite room, but who knew that Gojo Satoru who left at the end was the most troublesome.

Mariko Shiratori doesn't want to write a report at all.

"Shiratori, help me—" Gojo Satoru hadn't finished shouting before Qihai Jianren picked him up.

"Sorry to bother you," he said, "then I'll take him back first."

Gojo Satoru turned over neatly and stood on the ground.

"Okay," he waved his hand chicly, "I'll see you at dinner, Shiratori!"

... No one invited you to dinner at all.

Shiratori Mariko twitched the corners of her mouth and stopped him.

"Wait a minute," she took out a bag from the cabinet, "take it for me, I won't go there today."

They are all coffee jelly made in the afternoon, with the name written on a sticker, "Please, Wujo."

Knotweed, Fuhei, Nazaki, Maki, Gouju, Panda, and even Nitro and Diva...

Gojo Satoru searched in the bag for a long time, but didn't see him.

"Where's mine?" He raised his head and asked confidently, but saw Shiratori Mariko stuffing a new pudding to Nanami Kento.

He immediately asked in a sticky tone, "White Bird, don't you have mine? I'm so sad, so sad, so—"

Shiratori Mariko shook her hand and almost turned the thing over.

She pointed to the top of the cabinet on the other side angrily, "Sweetened. Double."

She kept a separate bag because she was afraid that even if she labeled Gojo Satoru, she would get confused.

...and then ate the whole dessert on the pretext of making a mistake.

"That's right," Gojo Satoru picked up the bag, "Then I won't be polite, let's go, Nanami!"

He walked to the door and looked back at Shiratori Mariko again.

She was sitting on the sofa, slowly putting the spoon into her mouth, her long hair hanging by her ears, she looked calm and peaceful.

Next to her is a coquettish dumpling, and the setting sun is quietly shining on her body, with a gentle charm.

Seeing that Gojo Satoru was still looking at her, Shiratori Mariko smiled.

"Goodbye?" she said, "Wu Tiao, why don't you go?"

Gojo Satoru nodded, pulled Jianren Qihai and walked inside.

"How is the knotweed, isn't it great? Let me tell you, my students are all..."

"Your student is very good," Jianren Qihai tugged on his tie. "As long as you don't let me carry it next time, it will be even better. I'm going back to work."

"Hey, Nanami is really ruthless——"

After hearing a few words, Shiratori Mariko closed the door and sat on the sofa for a while.

She yawned, checked the general condition of the room a little, and washed off the previous clothes, planning to catch up on sleep.

Woke up so early this morning, she didn't feel that she had gotten enough sleep, and she was still in a lazy state.

Very sleepy.Too sleepy.

When Shiratori Mariko woke up again, it was already night.

There are a lot of missed calls on the phone, most of which are from Gojo Satoru. Judging from the follow-up messages, it should be complaining that eating with Jianren Qihai is too boring.

She stretched, stood up, and planned to add another meal to the dumpling, and cook a meal to reward herself.

These two days are really busy.

After eating and clearing away the dishes, Mariko Shiratori sat in the living room, feeling sleepy again.

She thought carefully about whether to go to bed, and then decided to go back to bed and lie down.

There is nothing better than hiding under the covers.

Shiratori Mariko thought so, stood up and planned to go back to sleep, but at this moment she heard a knock on the door.

It came from the gate.

"It's me, Fedya," said her familiar voice.

Shiratori Mariko pulled on her slippers to open the door, thinking that it was past eight o'clock in the evening, why Fei Jia was looking for her so late.

She carefully hung the chain to prevent the door from being broken, and then opened the door, "What's wrong?"

Almost as soon as she caught her eye, Shiratori Mariko noticed that Fei Jia was holding a hot takeaway in his hand, which seemed to be a large quantity.

And very fragrant.

It is the kind of aroma that hits the face, which belongs to the late night, with a little cumin and pepper, mixed with sizzling oil and hot meat, and refreshing and crispy dishes——

Fei Jia actually ordered barbecue.hateful.

"Suddenly wanted to eat skewers, so I ordered delivery, but it seemed that I ordered a little too much," Fei Jia said shyly, "So I came over to ask Miss Shiratori, do you want to have barbecue together?"