Only 100 days left in life

"That's basically it," Shiratori Mariko explained, "I didn't mean to come here on purpose to find trouble."

Nakahara, who was sitting at the table, also nodded.

"Did he clean it up by himself?" He asked with a little interest, "This one, Fuheshier?"

"Well," Fu Heisher held the leftover wooden stick of the popsicle in his mouth, still looking lazy.

He didn't seem to be very interested, he glanced at Nakahara Nakaya, then turned around again.

"It seems that people are not willing to talk to you," Dazai Osamu jumped down from the crowd, "That's right, not everyone is willing to talk to stupid slugs."

He walked up to Shiratori Mariko, grabbed the glass of smoothie, "It's mine."

"Huh? What are you talking about again?" Nakahara Chuya's anger was immediately pulled up, "What right do mackerel who think about jumping into the river all day long have the right to say me?"

When Zhongyuan Zhongye said this sentence, he also had a slightly curled ending sound.It seemed that because he felt a little hot, he also pulled the neckline, revealing the choker on the neck that Mariko Shiratori had seen last time.

Shiratori Mariko sighed.

"Then let's go first?" She glanced at the two who seemed to be fighting, "Shier, do you remember the way?"

"Ah, are you leaving so soon?" Osamu Dazai tilted his head, "I thought you were going to play for a while."

"Are you going home?"

"No, I want to go shopping elsewhere." Mariko Shiratori stood up and straightened her wrinkled shirt a little. "It's too bad to waste all my time here."

She smiled at Osamu Dazai, "But it's really interesting."

After getting through that embarrassment, Shiratori Mariko felt that she had become frank inexplicably.

She really hasn't tried this kind of feeling yet - as the saying goes, all things need to be constantly tried before they can understand whether they are suitable for them.

Although Shiratori Mariko doesn't like to fight, it's the first time for her to experience the feeling of being hugged by the gangsters who usually walk around-in fact, it's still very interesting.

She took out her mobile phone, and wanted to check the unpopular attractions in Yokohama that she hadn't been to, but found that the mobile phone had automatically shut down because it was out of battery.

Also standing up and following her, Zhong Yuanzhong also murmured thoughtfully.

"Are you planning to go to the scenic spot?"

"Yes," Shiratori Mariko said a little embarrassedly, "but I can't find it because the phone is turned off."

"That's it," Zhong Yuanzhong also nodded.

He whispered a few famous local attractions in Yokohama, and reported a few viewing spots that he didn't usually go out, but he still liked.

"These are my own preferences," Zhong Yuanzhong said unnaturally, "You can go and have a look."

Shiratori Mariko accepted the kindness with a smile, "Thank you, Mr. Chuya."

Hearing this address, Zhongyuan Zhong also clicked his tongue.

"Speaking of which, why do you call me that?" He frowned and said.

"Ah, because Dazai-kun always called that," Shiratori Mariko subconsciously said, "I'm sorry?"

She paused, "Mr. Zhongyuan?"

I don't know why, but it always feels weird that this name popped out of Mariko Shiratori's mouth.

Zhongyuan Zhong waved his hands impatiently, not intending to dwell on this issue any longer, "Forget it, call it whatever you want."

Shiratori Mariko nodded blankly, "Okay?"

A few people greeted the bright setting sun from the shady alley.

The twilight light illuminates this place, and the street trees spread their leaves to form a straight line, and the fine light and shadow leak out from the leaves, making it look peaceful and beautiful.

Shiratori Mariko didn't know which direction to go better for a moment.

"Where are you going next? Shier, do you have any other ideas before going to the attractions?" she asked.

Fu Heisher threw away the stick casually and paused for a moment.

"Find a place to eat," he said briefly, and raised his hand to wipe the scar on the corner of his mouth.

Shiratori Mariko nodded and looked at Osamu Dazai.

So Fu Heisher also looked at Osamu Dazai.

Osamu Dazai:? ? ?

"That," he raised his hand innocently, "what's wrong?"

"Treating guests," Shiratori Mariko said decisively, "Since it is Dazai-kun's job, let Dazai-kun treat us to dinner."

She looked at Fu Heisher beside her, "What do you think?"

Fuheshier nodded.

"Me?" Osamu Dazai pointed to himself, "I'm poor~ Speaking of which, this is also Chuya's task."

He smiled and pulled Zhongyuan Zhongya, who was dragged back halfway, and was patiently trying to beat him, "Let Chuya treat you! I remember there is a newly opened seafood buffet next door, how about it? Some people don't want to eat it Seafood?"

"Don't talk to me!" Zhongyuan Zhong also said angrily, "You guys are looking for a helper, let me be responsible for myself!"

But when it came to this, he thought about it again, "It's not impossible for me to treat guests."

It just so happened that he was a little interested in this guy named "Fuheshier", and he felt a little like a match.

Zhongyuan Zhong also stood up, loosened his wrist a little, and gestured provocatively, "Fu Heisher, how about a fight?"

"If you're having fun, it's okay to treat you to the most expensive steak."

Fuheshier turned his head when he heard someone calling him.

"No," he looked at Chuya Nakahara from top to bottom and lost interest. "It's not interesting."

Central Plains Chuya:? ? ?

Shiratori Mariko felt sincere admiration and touch for Fuhesher's spirit of not being moved by provocations.

"Let's just go back and eat," she said, "Keep the door open and come back after eating."

It happened that her mobile phone was out of battery, so she went back to recharge it.

Fu Heisher responded flatly, and the two stepped forward to leave.

At this moment, Zhong Yuanzhong behind him also thought about it.

"Fight with me," he said, "without supernatural powers. How about one hundred thousand and one hour?"

The people around him suddenly stopped in their tracks.

"Dream," Fu Heisher said without turning his head, "It will be faster that way."

Shiratori Mariko couldn't help but looked up at Fuhesher, he still had no expression on his face, when he saw her look over, he let out a lazily "hmm" with a raised end, in a puzzled tone.

Although it was true that the refusal was straightforward, according to the law of bargaining, in fact, Zhongyuan Zhong also obviously pinched his point of interest.

It's just not enough for the right price.

"50," Zhong Yuan seemed to be getting more serious about the invitation, "50 an hour. How about it?"

He tilted his head slightly, crossed his arms and looked at Fuheshier, waiting impatiently for his answer.

Fuheshier turned around and looked at him again from the beginning to the end.

"What, is your wallet as small as your body?" He sneered.

Mariko Shiratori subconsciously wanted to persuade Fuheshier not to poke people's weaknesses like this, which is not good.

But before she could open her mouth, Zhong Yuanzhong on the opposite side exploded as if she had been poked into a pain point.

"100 million," Chuya Nakahara gritted his teeth and said.

Veins popped out on his arms, and he seemed to have reached his limit, "100 million, one hour."

"make a deal."

evening.

The setting sun hits the narrow corridor, and the mottled wooden floor also turns out a gilt-like luster.

Since the residents of this building were all driven away by Gojo Satoru to go on missions, the dormitory building of the High School of Conjuration was empty, except for the sparrows who did not know when they came, standing on the poles and chirping occasionally.

Rhythmic footsteps sounded.

Just finished the task in the afternoon and caught up with the pick-up car back. Even after going through many battles, Gojo Satoru still looks energetic, with his hair standing upright, white hair and black eyepatch, very conspicuous.

I made a lot of phone calls but didn't answer. Although I found out from Megumi Fukuro that Mariko Shiratori had gone to Yokohama, I was still a little worried.

If you changed your phone and didn't reply to the text messages you sent, wouldn't you be really angry?

Sighing, Gojo Satoru took out the snack box from his bosom for apologizing, which had been ordered several months in advance, squatted down and did a little comparison, and then accurately threw it in the middle position.

Standing up slowly, he took another look at the closed door before lifting his legs and leaving.