Only 100 days left in life

Shiratori Mariko forced a smile.

She comforted herself silently from the bottom of her heart, even such bizarre things as magic spirits and magicians appeared, isn't it just changing, turning into a woman, and it's not unacceptable...

With this thought in mind, Shiratori Mariko looked at Zenyuan Naoya in front of her, and felt that she could barely accept it.

She does look good in a raven-blue women's kimono with her hands folded over her chest, and even if some moves are a bit too masculine, she's fine overall.

She was tall but still healthy and beautiful, and her short and neat hair made her narrow eyes even more arrogant.

This kind of arrogance and pickiness can always be greasy on men, but when it comes to women

"Hmm." Mariko Shiratori coughed and held back her smile, "It's really good."

"The clothes are also very nice."

However, the real person, is he still some kind of trained doctor?

She only knew that Tsumeiki had been killed by him, so she changed from an ordinary person to a magician, but she could still do this?

"I thought you exterminated Masato," Shiratori Mariko said unexpectedly, "After all, Fuhei and the others told me that the matter is over."

"Oh, what happened before," Gojo Satoru said lightly, "it was the suggestion made by the bandage monster when he came to visit. Now, the real person is dead."

Judging from the filth seen at Mariko Shiratori's house afterwards, the real person was undoubtedly absorbed by the curse master who called himself "Kamo Xianlun", and even the impostor used Xia Youjie's body.

"Is Dazai-kun so powerful?" Shiratori Mariko felt that she was more frightened today than in the past few days combined, "I don't even know."

"That's because I'm better," Gojo Satoru snapped his fingers, and turned around in a circle, "Mei and the others are so good, it's all because my teacher is super-strong!"

Then he started chattering about how powerful he was, listing a lot of evidence and details, all pointing to the fact that he was super powerful.

"Yes," Shiratori Mariko replied perfunctorily, "You are super powerful."

She just wants Gojo Satoru to be a little quieter now.

But Zenyuan Naoya, who found that the two of them have been talking nonsense, seemed to have reached the limit of patience, and didn't want to stay here for a second.

"Gojo Satoru, are you ready to find me?" She still spoke in that Kyoto accent, which made her look even more extravagant, "If it's okay, I'm going back."

"Let's go," Gojo Satoru waved his hand perfunctorily, "Let's go."

"Oh yes, Naoya, remember to put on makeup next time you go out," he said maliciously, "If not, I'll ask Maki to paint it for you~"

Let Zenyuan Maki, who has no femininity at all, put on makeup for her, so she can only be painted as a pig's head.

Completely forgetting that he was also one of the "not feminine at all", Naoya Zenin reluctantly nodded to Mariko Shiratori, and walked towards the door.

At the moment of opening the door, Zenyuan Naoya and the passer-by looked at each other, and the obvious scar on the corner of the other's mouth made her almost feel a turmoil in her heart.

"Are you?" she asked a little uncertainly, "Chan Yuan Shier?"

Isn't this guy dead?

"Ah, it's Fu Heisher now. Do you know me?" Fu Heisher looked impatiently at the tall woman in front of him because the name was almost explained, "What do you want from me?"

He doesn't remember at all that Zenin Naoya's attitude obviously pissed her off.

Zenyuan Naoya frowned, "Don't you remember me?"

She used to be the son-in-law of the Chanyuan family, what a precious existence! !How could this trash not remember the name "Zhanyuan Naoya" and this face?

As a result, her words successfully made Fu Heisher misunderstand, and thought it was the woman who came to ask him to be responsible.

"Did I...did something to you before?" He shrugged, "Sorry, I'm not very good at remembering people's names. Now I have no money, and I will return it to you when I have money."

"I'm Naoya Zenyuan," Naoya Zenyuan said without a word, "Don't you remember me, the trash of the Zenyuan family?"

She just stood beside Shier in the Chanyuan, with a contrasting figure, almost like a weak little chick, speaking provocative words.

"...Naozai Zenyuan?"

Then Fu Heisher glanced at her up and down, and sneered, "That's all. Of course, I'm still very happy. The son of the Chanyuan family has such a special hobby. It's really interesting."

The heir to womenswear, not bad.

He could hardly wait to see the expressions of those old antiques. Thinking about it this way, being a low-cost bodyguard for others was barely bearable.

Shiratori Mariko poked Gojo Satoru, who was watching the show seriously.

"Would you like to explain?" she whispered.

Gojo Satoru made a zip movement.

"Don't you think this is very interesting?" He smiled and introduced Fuheshier who was walking this way to Mariko Shiratori, "This is the bodyguard I hired for you, Mr. Fuheshier who came back from the dead -"

This rather imposing gentleman twitched the corners of his mouth, making the scar more obvious, with a faint red color.

"Ah, is that her?" He glanced at Shiratori Mariko from the beginning to the end, raised his eyebrows, "It looks very ordinary...it's different from what I imagined."

The guy he imagined could destroy the curse spirit and deal with the curse master, not to mention the power of the curse, at least he was good at close combat.

But Mariko Shiratori in front of her didn't want anything, she looked gentle and gentle, exuding a strong air of innocence.

"Complete this commission," Gojo Satoru shrugged, "What I promise to you will not change."

Mariko Shiratori, who was standing aside, hurriedly finished looking at Fuhesher, and told her directly that this was definitely a bodyguard she couldn't afford to hire.

"But I don't need bodyguards, do I?" She said hastily, "No one came looking for me, and I seem to have no problem dealing with them..."

Yes, that's it, very safe.

The most important thing is that she doesn't have the money to pay the bodyguard's salary, it's really expensive.I don't even want to know how much an hour is.

Thinking of this frighteningly huge number, Mariko Shiratori added, "No no no no stop here, I don't think I'm suitable for hiring a bodyguard. I'm really sorry you took a trip, Mr. Fukuro."

"Try it first," Gojo Satoru winked at her, "I'll change it if it's not suitable at that time. During the trial period, there will be no charge for now. Isn't it, Fuheshier?"

If he hadn't been entangled in affairs and lacked skills, and Xia Youjie still needed to carefully observe and wait for the follow-up, Gojo Satoru would not have thought of asking Fuheshier to protect Shiratori.

"Whatever," Fu Heisher said perfunctorily, "I don't care."

Anyway, if you have food and horse races, you can gamble and that's it. The money you make is for spending. If you don't plan to buy magic tools now, there are no other important things.

"But I don't have a room at home," Shiratori Mariko scratched her hair, and changed the angle as if intending to dispel Gojo Satoru's thoughts, "There is no place to live."

Her house has only one bedroom, one living room, one bathroom and one kitchen. There is no extra room, and it is not suitable for bodyguards to live in.

"Well," Gojo Satoru thought about it seriously, "Where did that mouse sleep before? The sofa, right?"

He nodded, "Just let him sleep on the sofa, it's not bad anyway."

"...Is this not good??" Shiratori Mariko was stunned, "This is not good."

"Discuss this kind of thing in front of me, you... forget it, whatever you want."

When Shiratori Mariko went out, she found that Zenyuan Naoya, who had become a woman, was waiting for her at the door.

"It's finally out," Chanyuan Naoya breathed a sigh of relief, "Let's go. I have something to ask you."

Shiratori Mariko subconsciously took a step back.

"What is it?" she asked.

"Well, anyway, it's what the world is like over there," Chanyuan Naoya said with a little strange emotion, "Anyway, I'm just interested, that's all. There are so many people, I can't do anything, right?"

However, Shiratori Mariko forgot that she invited everyone from the high school this time.

then--

After Shiratori Mariko suppressed a smile and introduced this unique tall beauty, a group of people burst into laughter at Shiratori Mariko's house.

Especially Zenyuan Maki was the most prominent, laughing so hard that she couldn't stop at all.

Chanyuan Maki really just happened to finish her work yesterday and was fine today, so she just accompanied a few people to the photography club by the way.She never imagined that she could see so much fun.

"You said, she is, Zenyuan Naozai??? You also have today, Master Naozai!" She said bluntly, "This is really good, really ancestors have eyes."

Chanyuan Maki has never called "Master Naoya" so obediently. She really hates the rules of the Zenyuan family and the inferior meaning behind it.

But at this time, "Master Naoya" is more like a different kind of irony in the ears of Zenyuan Naoya, symbolizing her lost status and irreversible rights.

Zenyuan Naoya, who changed into short-sleeved trousers, froze, "What, do you have any objections? Don't forget your identity, Zenyuan Maki."

Even if her inheritance rights are gone, it won't be the turn of a guy like Zenyuan Maki who has no magic power.Seeing her smiling like that, those who knew it was because Naoya Chanyuan had lost part of her inheritance rights after the accident, but those who didn't know thought it was Maki Zenyuan who was appointed as the next head of the family.

"Yeah, yes, yes," Chanyuan Maki replied perfunctorily, "You are the son I once served. I'm sorry, my daughter. Speaking of which, can someone serve my daughter?"

This is the kind that deliberately sprinkles salt on the wound, or the kind that is mixed with pepper and extremely spicy.

"Why are you here?" Fu Heihui on the other side asked, frowning, "Is it sent by Wutiao teacher? It's just nonsense, I can't, I want to let that guy"

Is Gojo Satoru an idiot? How could he put such a person beside Shiratori?His nonsense is getting more and more excessive, absolutely not.

Fu Heisher raised his eyebrows, and looked at his biological son who had always been silent and steady, but at this time there were violent mood swings.

"You don't want to?" He sneered, "Little brat, you don't have the qualifications to resist yet."