Only 100 days left in life

Hearing Shiratori Mariko's words, Gojo Satoru let out a wow in surprise, and looked at Shiratori Mariko a few times as if seeing some strange species.

"You failed, Shiratori!" He complained indignantly, "I knew it must be that guy Fuheshier who brought you down! It must have been done by that guy, right!"

Shiratori Mariko: "No, I learned from you."

Someone really has no self-knowledge at all.

Gojo Satoru pointed to himself, "Wow, so you learned from me who is the strongest and most handsome!"

He shamelessly praised himself, "Study is very good, although only half of the demeanor of Teacher Wutiao, but it can barely pass the test~"

Shiratori Mariko perfunctory him a little helplessly, "Yes, you are right."

Ignoring Gojo Satoru's more intense accusation after saying this, she tilted her head and looked at the other people who also jumped down, "Speaking of which, why did you come here suddenly? Is it a fight?"

When this topic was mentioned, everyone else fell silent.

Everyone present obviously knew the answer, but they pushed left and right, obviously they didn't want to answer the question raised by Shiratori Mariko directly.

Zenyuan Maki coughed, and her eyes signaled Yi Gu Youtai to answer.

"That's it," Yi Gu Youtai explained, "Teacher Wutiao said, um, I want to compete with the members of the Ghost Killing Team, yes, just compete."

Then because Gojo Satoru was so good at mobilizing hatred, it finally turned into a gathering of people to quarrel and learn from each other.

Wujo Wu was sent by the high school of conjuration, but the people on the opposite side had almost nothing to quarrel with, and the few violent people were pushed into the corner by Wu Jo Wu after only two or three sentences.

Among them, Immortal Kawashiya is the most typical.

"So," Shiratori Mariko nodded thoughtfully, "you didn't fight?"

Fu Heihui shook his head, "That guy's mouth is already irritating enough."

"It's actually like this," Gojo Satoru clasped his hands behind his head, and walked towards the pillars with Shiratori Mariko, "I told them, 'The power of words is infinite'. After the curse, they seem to really believe it~"

He whistled, "How naive! I feel—"

"A guy like you would be ashamed of being a liar," Nagasaki Wild Rose complained.

"This kind of thing doesn't exist at all," Fu Heihui said in a low voice.

"Oh, Kei still understands me!" Gojo Satoru snapped his fingers.

But before he could say the second half of the sentence, Shiratori Mariko automatically completed the next sentence for him.

"'It's so easy to lie, it's a pity not to lie a few more times', probably this kind of bastard saying," she said with a smile, "isn't it, Wutiao?"

Gojo Satoru raised his eyebrows, pulled down the blindfold he was wearing all the time, and approached Shiratori Mariko's face at a speed that no one could match.

Holding his breath, he studied her carefully, finally finding her brown eyes.

"Shiratori, you're not quite right today," he said thoughtfully, "you're too lively."

Shiratori Mariko blinked and backed away.

"Don't get so close, Wutiao," she said, "I have a bit of a cold recently, and it won't be good if I infect you."

Gojo Satoru held his face, and said shyly, "Oh, I know Shiratori is still worried about me, otherwise why would you care about my health~ I'm really happy, Shiratori, he likes it so much—"

His collar was pulled by the wild rose Nazaki on one side, then he was jerked aside and thrown away.

"It's done," Nagasaki Wild Rose clapped her hands, seeming quite disgusted, "This guy is too greasy."

Shiratori Mariko couldn't hold back, and laughed.

"Okay," she said, "I remember you said that you have no class in the afternoon, right? Then you still want to continue to discuss with them?"

Mariko Shiratori couldn't bear the foolish eyes of the pillars in the back.

The high school students thought about it for a while, then nodded, and then aimed at Gojo Satoru, who was lying on the grass and letting himself go, unwilling to get up, pretending to be heartbroken by the students.

Sensing the gazes of others, Gojo Satoru turned over and lay down on the ground, "Huh? Me?"

He rolled around on the grass childishly again, "No~ No~ Unless someone will play catch and toss with me later!"

Gojo Gobi gestured, "Two!"

The high school students looked at each other, and finally the second grade looked at Otoko Yuta, and the first grade looked at Knotabagi Yuhito.

"Thank you for your sacrifices," Chanyuan Maki said sadly, "But for the sake of the meeting, everything is worth it."

Knotabagi Yuhito: "Maki-senpai, maybe, I think I can still save it."

"Okay." Seeing that they really got together, Gojo Gojo rested on the ground for a while with his chin resting on his hand, "then let Teacher Spicy satisfy the students' demands—I Super generous, right?"

He obviously lay down very rough and casually, but because of his good looks and a figure with both beauty and strength, he forcibly twisted such a scene into an extremely impactful picture.

Mariko Shiratori paused for a moment, and then realized that Gojo Satoru seemed to have noticed her distraction, and winked at the direction where the crowd gathered.

Shiratori Mariko: Ah, forget it.Sure enough, as Ye Qiangwei said, Gojo Satoru looks best when he is not talking or moving.

"Then you," Gojo Satoru casually pointed to the pillar at the farthest corner, "Come on."

Immortal Kawa Minami walked forward silently, the uniform of the Demon Slayer Squad was open, revealing the hideous scar on his chest.

Gojo Gota glanced at his clothes, and then sighed regretfully, "Actually, I also want to open my clothes, after all, it's not good for my figure to be tied up all the time, so let it come out to breathe~ You are the same Do you think so, brother?"

Undead Kawa Minami's face darkened, and his eyes were suddenly bloodshot.

"It's not because of such a ridiculous reason!" He roared, "The 'kill' on the haori and the open uniform mean to kill all ghosts! Guys like you don't understand my beliefs of!"

Gojo Satoru touched his chin.

"Then you might as well shave your head bald," he pointed out, "look, this will kill all the ghosts from head to toe!"

Mariko Shiratori watching from the sidelines: This guy was not beaten, it is really thanks to his high force value.

She really wanted to laugh, but she didn't think it was good to laugh at their companions beside the pillar, so she turned her face slightly to the side.

But met a pair of unexpected eyes.

Fuguro Megumi seemed to be looking at her position by chance, and after realizing that Mariko Shiratori had turned her head around and found him, she turned her head away a little uncomfortably and looked straight ahead.

Seeing Megumi Fukuro who was a bit awkward, Mariko Shiratori laughed.

She also turned her eyes back to the stage, and found that Immortal Kawasaki really started to consider this proposal.

Shiratori Mariko:?Is he serious?

"It's probably serious," Butterfly Ninja, who was leaning on the fence, talked with the people around him with a smile, "Although I think this is not in line with my aesthetics, but if Mr. Fushikawa needs it, the Butterfly House You can provide him with hair loss ointment."

"Huh? Wow, Butterfly Shinobu-san is really amazing," said Kanroji Mitsuri in a dreamy tone, "It's so cute at this time~"

She spoke very softly, with pink bubbles in every word.

Fortunately, what comforted Mariko Shiratori was that Immortal Kawa Miniya obviously did not forget why he came here.

He quickly reacted, no longer entangled with Gojo Satoru. How 'light' can reflect his determination to kill all ghosts, and simply grasped the handle of the knife, "Maybe you should take a weapon."

"Weapons? I can't use them against you," Wujo Satoru said with a smile, "Not only do I not need weapons, but I can also give you a hand, how about it?"

He put one hand behind his back, "So, let's start?"

The extremely belittled Undead Kawa Miniya pulled out his knife abruptly, intending to teach the arrogant white-haired man a lesson.

Feeling the fierce wind blade around him, Gojo Satoru whistled.

He dodges the undead Kawashiya casually, and occasionally even approaches him deliberately, changing his posture according to his rhythm, as casually as if he was shopping, "Oh, actually, I don't mind if you guys do it together—don't be angry Well, after all, you are very good~"

The wind blade beside Undead Kawa Minami interspersed and struck in the direction of Gojo Satoru, and he could clearly feel that the moment the wind flowing with the air approached Gojo Satoru, it seemed to be hindered. Difficult to advance.

On the contrary, even with a strange blindfold on his face, Gojo Satoru still moves freely in the breath of the wind he uses, and occasionally teases him casually a few times, with a huge difference in strength, just like teasing Like an ant.

Almost when he realized this, Immortal Kawa Minya put away his Japanese sword, "I lost."

"You guy" he said with a little emotion, "I've never seen this kind of breathing style!"

Gojo Satoru made a shh gesture to him.

"It doesn't matter if I tell you," he solemnly made up according to Undead Kawa Minya, "I am, the user of 'Handsome's Breath'."

Shiratori Mariko happened to be videotaping him, and when she heard this sentence, her hands shook and she almost dropped her phone to the ground.

"This fellow," she said firmly, "if I can be modest—"

"Probably the world is destroyed," Fu Heihui, who was behind her, said naturally.

Shiratori Mariko nodded in agreement.

She interrupted the recording, only to find a series of missed calls in the address book.

——Mr. Yiji Jieko?Is there something wrong with him calling himself?

Mariko Shiratori called back in a daze, and heard a voice on the other side that belonged to a social animal and was almost crying, "Miss Shiratori! Mr. Gojo and the others are with you, right! The students are also right there!"

Shiratori Mariko responded, "Yes. What's the matter? Is there an urgent task?"

Yidizhi Jiegao, who was on the opposite side, paused for a moment, and then said in a broken tone, "This afternoon, both the first and second grades have cultural lessons from the assistant supervisors—all of them skipped class!"

He seemed to be grasping at the last straw, "Please, Miss Shiratori, please let them come back! You really can't skip class!"

Shiratori Mariko looked behind her, and found that except for Gojo Satoru who returned to the stage and Fuheshier who had a calm face and who had obviously been out of high school for many years, everyone else avoided it with a guilty conscience Shiratori Mariko's eyes.

"The matter of skipping the cultural class," someone even muttered in a low voice behind, "how can it be considered skipping the class, it's just the cultural class."

Shiratori Mariko was silent for a while: "I will tell them this for you."

She said helplessly, "Mr. Yidizhi, why didn't you call Wujo? He is the class teacher, right?"

Gojo Satoru also moved closer to the phone, and said cooperatively, "That's right, that's right, does Yidi know if he likes to call me?"

Mariko Shiratori: It feels like a new type of threat.

On the opposite side, Yidizhi Jiegao, who was holding the phone and sweating all over, swallowed his saliva.

He silently said, "...you can't say yes at this time, you can't, you can, you can..."