Only 100 days left in life

The waves swept to the beach with white foam, and receded quickly, leaving a little wet trace.

The sky is fine, white clouds are scattered loosely and freely on the blue background, and the birds spread their wings in the sky, rushing towards further places.

Lying on the beach chair, Shiratori Mariko slowly raised her arms and opened her palms to block the glaring sunlight hitting her face.

She originally just wanted to cover the sun, but subconsciously made a grasping movement, a rare and naive desire to hold that seemingly small sun in the palm of her hand.

After lying down for a while, Shiratori Mariko turned over and sat up.

She glanced at Jianren Qihai who was still reading a book beside her, and asked curiously, "Mr. Qihai isn't going to play?"

Everyone else who was about to go into the water went to change clothes, but Mariko Shiratori found a shady place to lie down and slept for a while.

Then when I woke up, I found that there was another person reading a book silently beside me.

Jianren Nanami was lying on the chair, slowly flipping through the pages of the book, while Mariko Shiratori was in a daze and sleeping.

The two of them didn't bother each other, and a little half a day passed like this.

Jianren Qihai calmly turned the pages of the book.

"No need," he said politely, "this simple rest is enough. Didn't Miss Shiratori go too?"

Shiratori Mariko heard a little familiar exhaustion from his words.

Thinking of my previous company vacations where I hid in my room to catch up on sleep or take a rest, looking at Jianren Qihai who was also spending his days lazily and without passion, I suddenly felt a little happy.

She still remembered that Gojo Satoru said that Qihai Jianren had also worked in the company and was one of the few reliable people.

When he just went to help, he subconsciously cooperated with Fu Heisher to protect her, which also showed this point.

Shiratori Mariko stretched her waist, "Yes."

"After all, the vacation is just for fun, just have fun," she said with a smile, "Just do whatever you want, and it's tiring to do things like rushing to the market."

So let's talk about other plans after she has had enough sleep!

"Yes," Jianren Qihai responded.

Then the two stopped talking, and the atmosphere became quiet, maintaining a comfortable distance that should be expected between adults.

Leaning against the back of the chair, Shiratori Mariko stirred the ice cubes in the glass, and took a sip.The peach oolong tea with lemon has a sweet and sour freshness, and has a mellow and long-lasting taste.

She reached out to reach for the snacks piled on the table, at this moment, someone covered Shiratori Mariko's eyes from behind.

"Hi, Shiratori~" the man pretended to say, "Come and guess who I am?"

He deliberately disguised his voice, but there are only a handful of people in the entire tour group who can do such boring things.

"Gojo Satoru," Shiratori Mariko pulled his hand down helplessly, "Don't do such a thing next time."

She sat up and made room for him, "Have you changed your clothes yet?"

"No," Gojo Satoru sat down next to her, and said simply and rudely, "Anyway, I'm just as handsome whether I change it or not, so what does it matter if I don't change it?"

He was still wearing the black uniform he wore in the morning, but he replaced it with a pair of black shorts that just reached his knees. "Whatever I wear won't hinder my status as the strongest and most handsome, so it doesn't matter~"

Shiratori Mariko moved her seat, sat back a little, and let out a disappointed "Oh".

She also hoped that Gojo Satoru would change his clothes and go into the sea, leaving her some quiet space.

Hearing this obvious sigh, Gojo Satoru suddenly moved a little closer to Shiratori Mariko, "Could it be that Shiratori wants to see me change clothes?"

"That's not impossible," he looked at her expression carefully, and said with a smile, "as long as you beg me—"

"No," Shiratori Mariko complained, "Can you please don't add something I didn't say?"

She said seriously, "It's up to you to change it or not, as long as you don't suffer from heat stroke, it's up to you."

Just at this time, the mobile phone that was placed aside rang, Shiratori Mariko simply picked up the mobile phone and began to reply to the message.

"Oh, it turns out that Shiratori cares about me so much—since Shiratori is looking forward to it so much," Gojo Satoru put his hand on the button and pulled it hard, "I'd better take it off as hard as I can, or I'll cry later What should I do?"

He pulled off his coat with a snap, revealing his bare chest, "Are you satisfied with what you see, Shiratori?"

Mariko Shiratori, who was completely distracted and didn't listen carefully to what Gojo Satoru was saying, was suddenly called by name, and raised her head subconsciously.

Then in the next second, he was caught off guard and faced this scene directly.

In all fairness, Gojo Satoru undoubtedly has a very good figure.

The muscles are firm and the lines are smooth, like a leopard in its prime, with agility and strength that have reached the peak, full of wild beauty.

Even if Mariko Shiratori has no penchant for observing shirtless men, she has to admit that Gojo Satoru looks rather tall and thin in his clothes, and she didn't expect him to be so tall when he took off (or half-undressed) his clothes. With such a strong sense of impact.

But...he is too big.

Shiratori Mariko looked at Gojo Satoru in front of her, then at herself, moved her lips, not knowing what to say for a moment.

... completely lost.

Gojo Satoru didn't seem to think there was anything wrong with this, and confidently posed a few poses, "How is it?"

"Actually, I'm very confident in my figure, but it's okay to have a little more praise~ Nanami will praise you a lot!"

Jianren Qihai whose name was mentioned didn't want to speak at all.

He looked at the book calmly, flipping the pages in his hands, and ignored Gojo Satoru at all.

Seeing that Shiratori Mariko was silent, Gojo Satoru reached out and patted the person in front of him.

"Shiratori," he said, blinking, "Shiratori, are you listening?"

Mariko Shiratori, who was in a trance, nodded, "Yes, I'm listening."

She stretched out her hands silently, grabbed the sides of his high school uniform jacket, and then buttoned the clothes bit by bit calmly.

"Huh? Why did you buckle it up for me?" Gojo Satoru was a little dazed, like a cat who was planning to play a prank but was suddenly splashed with a basin of water.

He lowered his head, looked at Mariko Shiratori who was buttoning him up, and changed the subject casually, "Will Shiratori go to sea later?"

Shiratori Mariko thought for a while, "Go."

Just now, Jiajin Glass sent her a message, and she agreed to make a video call later, and take Jiajin Glass to take a look at the sea here as well.

Seeing Gojo Satoru twisting again, trying to struggle to pull his clothes back, Shiratori Mariko couldn't help but reached out and patted him.

"Stay still," she said.

But what Mariko Shiratori didn't expect was that Gojo Satoru was really obedient and stopped struggling.

He looked at her intently, waiting for her next move like a rare and well-behaved cat.

Since she had just held the cold glass, her hands were cooler than usual, and when she accidentally touched Gojo Satoru's bare skin, it almost felt like touching a raging flame.

It's hot enough to be scalded.

Under the gaze of Gojo Satoru's blue eyes, Shiratori Mariko couldn't help speeding up.

She fastened the buttons from the bottom to the top very quickly, and it was only one more away.It feels really weird to be stared at.

When the last button was about to be buttoned, Gojo Satoru pressed Shiratori Mariko's hand, "Does Shiratori not like it? I thought you liked it~"

Shiratori Mariko withdrew her hand, but did not move.

"That's right, I think it's a bit cold today, you should wear more clothes," she said perfunctorily.

Going back to the dressing room and changing a coat, Gojo Satoru walked out of the door slowly wearing this coat.

He pushed the glasses on the bridge of his nose and looked left and right, but he didn't find the Mariko Shiratori and the students he was looking for, but he saw the guy he hated very much.

Fu Heisher also seemed to have chosen this time to come to the locker room and just came out.

He was wearing a simple short-sleeved shirt, and his clothes were bulging up, showing the firm outline of his muscles.

Gojo Satoru clicked his tongue.

"There's too much meat," he said critically, "there's no sense of beauty at all."

Fu Heisher, who had never gotten along well with Gojo Satoru, gave him a lazy look.

"You're too thin," he said, "and don't understand the aesthetics of..."

Gojo Satoru looked at him inexplicably.

"But I don't need their aesthetics," he said with a smile, "A little boy like you needs to please the rich woman's aesthetics."

"Yes," Fu Heisher said calmly, "so you don't like women."

"Wrong," Gojo Satoru said with a smile, "I am very attractive to women."

He is the most handsome and spicy teacher who will attract a large number of people to strike up a conversation when he takes off the blindfold!

"Oh, wrong," Fuheshier corrected, "not likable."

"Speaking of not being likable," Wujo Satoru rubbed his chin, "I think you are better."

As the two of them walked like this, you talked to each other and began to compare who had the better figure.

This made Shiratori Mariko, who was sitting in the distance and came here inadvertently, and began to watch the bickering, have a sense of sight of peacocks blooming and competing for beauty.

"Is it my illusion," she murmured, "It feels like the two of them... are a bit like peacocks, so strange."

"It's not an illusion," Maki, who was passing by, commented calmly, "It's really a competition for beauty."

Shiratori Mariko suddenly realized.

She complained to Fu Heihui next to her, "The main reason is that I think they can actually argue over this. Is there such a thing as 'the best muscle contest'?"

"No, there is no such thing," Fu Heihui said.

He glanced at the two people who were arguing, and silently agreed with Shiratori Mariko's words.

It is indeed very similar.

After arguing for a long time, the two finally realized that they should find a third party to evaluate it.

Gojo Satoru yelled, "Shiratori, Shiratori—eh, where is she?"

Fuhesher pointed to another corner.

"Looks like it's over there," he said lazily.

Shiratori Mariko was almost surrounded by students from the High School of Magic.

She was crowded with Kizaki Yeqiangwei and Fuguro Megumi, Yoshino Junpei and Knotaba Yuhito sat not far from the three of them, and Panda was buried in a sandpit next to him, nearby were mourning for Panda, The dog who scattered the soil with ease.

Hearing someone calling herself, Mariko Shiratori, who had given up observing the two and lay down again, looked back suspiciously.

"Huh?" She didn't hear clearly, and looked at the wild rose beside her, "What did they say?"

"It's nothing," Nagasaki Wild Rose said bluntly, "Leave them alone, I will continue to apply body lotion to you."

She reached out and turned Shiratori Mariko who was lying on the other side like an omelette, squeezed a little body milk on the side, and applied it on the back of Shiratori Mariko, "After all, what they say is not good. Fu Hei, where did we go just now? Keep going."

Mariko Shiratori nodded hesitantly, and continued chatting with Megumi Fukuro next to him about other topics.

Nagasaki Wild Rose interjected from time to time, expressing her own unique insights sharply. The three chatted happily, and soon forgot Fuheshier and Gojo Satoru who were not far away.

While sitting directly on the beach, Knotaba Yuhito was holding a pack of opened potato chips, while chatting with Yoshino Junpei, while feeding Mariko Shiratori and Rose Nagasaki who were busy, Megumi Fukuro I also unpacked the snacks and chatted while eating.

The atmosphere is happy and harmonious, and the scene is very warm.

Gojo Satoru and Fuheisher looked at each other, and decided to temporarily abandon this trivial dispute.

Disgusted with each other, the two walked towards the student gathering place one after the other.

In the end, Gojo Satoru arrived at the battlefield first.

"Wild Rose—" He sat down between Shiratori Mariko and Nagizaki Wild Rose, stretched out his hand and said coquettishly, "How can you forget your dear, respected, and must-love Wujo teacher? The teacher also paint~"