Only 100 days left in life

When Gojo Satoru received that photo, he was eating with other students.

When he heard the news about Shiratori Mariko and learned that Fuheshier was willing to give her the gold, Gojo Satoru almost choked on the food in his mouth.

Of course, it is impossible for the wise and powerful Wutiao teacher to be choked by the rice. This is just a subtle metaphor, but he still quickly forwarded this photo to the college student group, and specially called Fu Heihui's name to let him guess. Find out what it is.

And added a super big super thick exclamation point.

Fu Heihui, who was sitting opposite Gojo Satoru, felt that this guy had fallen ill again.

"Speak straight," he said impatiently, raising his head.

Is there anything that can't be said in person, but must be shouted in the group?

After all, except for Scale who is still on hiatus, all the students of the Conjuration High School (including the first and second grades) are crowded here.

"Guess, Megumi," Gojo Satoru clasped his hands together, "Do you know how surprised I was when I saw this news?"

That miser Fuheshier is willing to take money out of his pocket, and he is not surprised that the world explodes in the next second, it really is.

"A guy like you is sometimes surprised," Nagasaki Yarose said nonchalantly, "Oh, that's really amazing."

She ignored Gojo Satoru, who was still twisting around, and stuffed a ball into her mouth, "So who is it? There will be classes later."

Gojo Satoru snapped his fingers, "Guess - whoever guesses correctly will get the title of the most handsome and strongest teacher Gojo-"

Before he finished speaking, he saw the other people standing up as usual and planning to leave.

Gojo Satoru: "? Don't you expect it!"

"No one will be interested in your sweet kiss," Chanyuan Maki said calmly, "It's better to give up early, so as to save yourself from suffering this kind of torture."

After doing this routine two or three times, even the best deceived Knotweed Yuren is already familiar with it and couldn't be more familiar with it.

Fu Heihui nodded silently, and glanced at the photo on the phone again.

For some reason, he always felt that the hand in the photo was a little familiar.It may be an illusion.

"Am I actually like this in your hearts! You think of me so much, Mr. Gojo, I'm so sad~" Wujo Wu said coyly, "It's really very sad! It's super super sad, and only a few desserts can heal it kind!!"

"It's been like this for a long time," Fu Heihui said in a low voice, grabbing the collar of the knotweed Youren, "what are you going to do?"

"Huh?" Knotashi Yuhito scratched his head, "I want to know what surprised Mr. Gojo so much——"

He zoomed in on the picture to reveal a little corner of the back, "I always feel that the style of these pants is very familiar."

Speaking of this, everyone gathered together again, surrounded Yuzu Yuhito who opened the picture, and tried hard to recall.

And Fu Heihui, who almost recognized the figure in the background at a glance, moved his lips, but still couldn't bear to look directly and closed his eyes.

No wonder, no wonder this idiot was so excited—would Fuheshier actually give someone money?He must have other plans, right?And how did Gojo Satoru know?

"It's that guy Fuheshier." Gojo Satoru's arm rested on his shoulder at some point, "Kegumi couldn't believe it, right? To be honest, if Shiratori hadn't said it was true, I can't believe it either."

After all, he is a guy who "adds money" without opening his mouth. Can anyone really take money from him?

Fu Heihui shook his head, still in a trance.

He also found it incredible, but thinking about the incredible behavior that Gojo Satoru himself could do, why did he understand Fuhesher's behavior, and even thought it was just like this?

While Fu Heihui was contemplating, Gojo Satoru had already summoned other students to discuss with relish.

"Don't you think," he said solemnly, "Fuheshier has other plans? I doubt he is going to throw the money to Shiratori pretending to be a reward, and then let Shiratori bet on the horses for him, and in the end In one go, he not only achieved the goal of squeezing Shiratori to complete the horse betting, but also showed his generosity and unsparingness, so as to win Shiratori's favor and prepare for the next horse betting, until the end of the squeeze. A trace of value, and then abandon her mercilessly—"

Fu Heihui: Although it sounds reasonable, why are you so proficient in saying it!

So this guy usually uses this routine to trick Shiratori into working for him!He and that bastard Fu Heisher are exactly the same kind of people! !

"That's right," Nagasaki Wild Rose actually thought it made sense, "That Shiratori is too miserable."

Gojo Satoru nodded sadly, "What a sad story. Didn't such a sad story arouse your sorrow? Shouldn't we save the poor Shiratori who is about to be squeezed?"

He said in a worried tone, "So, do any students have any questions? If not, let's set off now to rescue the trapped white bird!"

Although Gojo Satoru had tried his best to suppress his emotions, the upturned ending still inadvertently leaked his joyful emotions.

Standing behind everyone, Fu Heihui raised his collar and complained in a low voice, "You guys just want to go out and play by yourself."

This excuse is really bad enough to explode.

Knotaba Yuhito raised his hand, "Teacher! I have a question!"

"Okay!" Gojo Satoru snapped his fingers, "Then, it's up to Knotweed to talk about his problem! Let's welcome with applause!!!"

Immediately, he clapped his hands excitedly, creating an atmosphere of group meeting and applauding with the two of them.

Except for Otoko Yuta who applauded earnestly and in accordance with the beat, the others just clapped twice casually perfunctorily.

Fu Heihui stood a little further away from these people, lowered his head, probably looking for a seam everywhere.

"Teacher, my question is—" Hirohito Katsuobu was also infected by this non-existent enthusiasm, "Why doesn't Mr. Fuhei bet on horses by himself, and ask Shiratori to help him bet on horses?"

He hesitated and said, "He is a veteran horse bettor, but Shiratori doesn't seem like the kind of person who often goes to the racetrack?"

Hearing Yuzuhiro's question, Gojo Satoru shook his head in disappointment.

"It's a secret," he motioned for Yuzu Yujin to come closer, "Come here, I'll tell you."

Finding that almost everyone has a strong curiosity about this matter, Fu Heihui actually feels a little desperate.

He really never said anything about Fuheshier to everyone-after all, he really hasn't seen him for a long time.

Moreover, no one will tell about the fact that his own father is a gambler who must lose every time he gambles!

Thinking of this, Fu Heihui decided to take out the cup from his backpack and drink some water to calm down.

When all the people approached, Gojo Satoru held down the head of Yuzu Yuhito below and lowered his voice.

He said mysteriously, "Fuheshier—he can't."

Fu Heihui spat out a mouthful of water.

At this moment, the others looked at him in unison with a strange look, still with the expression of "Is your father really your father? I really want to know, please tell me this gossip".

Fu Heihui: Is it too late to drop out now? !

He reached out and grabbed the napkin on the table, and wiped his clothes casually, avoiding the eyes of others.

"So," the two brothers Yu Zhang Youren approached him nicely, took out a napkin and wiped it for Fu Heihui graciously, and then asked in a very secretive way, "Is this true?"

Following his questioning, the gazes of the rest of the people gathered again, so hot that they almost wanted to pierce Fu Heihui.

Fu Heihui knocked the knotweed Yuren hard, "Calm down, you guys. Why do you think I know about this kind of thing!"

He hasn't seen that guy for many years. Is this the first time this group of people know?What's more, he seems to be going to find out about this kind of thing in the middle of the night - no, it's all about it!

Kunzhang Youroto covered his head and shouted in pain, "Fu Hei, it hurts——"

"Tell them, Hui~" Gojo Satoru said, watching the fun without thinking too much about it, "Although family ugliness can't be publicized, it doesn't matter if you know it or not!"

He whistled, "After all, everyone who should know knows."

"That guy is an old gambler, that's right." Fu Heihui tugged on his bag belt twice, but he didn't pull it, so he could only admit defeat, "It's right that every bet is bound to lose. That's it, let me go, idiot." .”

What kind of game are you going to play, these guys.

Knotaba Yuhito coughed, and embarrassedly let go of the strap.

Nagasaki Wild Rose silently let go of his sleeve, pretending that she had never done this before.

Fu Heihui, who was finally free, put his backpack back on his back, turned around and walked towards the door.

But after walking a few steps, he turned his head and found that the people behind him were lying on the chairs again.

Fu Heihui had no choice but to take two steps back, "Do you want to go to Shiratori's place?"

Didn't you say you were going to play with Shiratori?

Gojo Satoru suddenly realized, "Yes! Let's go to Shiratori's place to play!"

Fu Heihui: You were the one who brought up this matter in the first place, bastard.

"But there is class in the afternoon." Pang Da scratched his face, "Mr. Yidizhi will be very anxious."

After all, the whole school skipped classes.Although they spend a lot of time skipping classes and going out to play, but when they occasionally think of Yizhi Jiegao with a tired face, they still feel guilty twice.

"Then tell him," Zenin Maki said.

"I feel that Mr. Yizhi should also get used to it," Otoko Yuta nodded.

"Yes!" Thinking of this, Gojo Satoru quickly took out his phone and began to dial, "Hey, it's me, yes, yes, Gojo Satoru. Yidizhi, don't arrange tasks for us this afternoon~ That's right, we Let's go to Shiratori's place to play! I wish you a good mood today, goodbye!"

Hanging up the phone quickly, Gojo Satoru waved his arms, "I've made arrangements! Let's go and rescue our lovely white bird——"

"No, I'm already here," Shiratori Mariko pushed open the door, "After all, I just remembered that Mr. Shier can't exchange money with me."

After all, there is a high probability that he will not live in his own world, and he will still have to return to the world of magic in the future, so she asked Principal Ye Moth, who happened to be near the dormitory building, to open the door, and asked Gojo Satoru where they were , came over with something.

"White Bird?" Fu Heihui was stunned, "When did you—"

He immediately turned to Gojo Satoru on the innermost side, and asked Gojo Satoru with his eyes if he knew that Shiratori had arrived.

Gojo Satoru returned innocent eyes, and clapped his hands after a moment of sudden realization.

"Ah," he said indifferently, "I do know that the white bird is coming—but it doesn't delay us from playing. Anyway, it doesn't matter if this guy overhears what we're talking about."

"So when did Mr. Fu Hei arrive?" Yi Guyou asked curiously, "With Shiratori?"

The central figure of the topic, Fu Heisher, spit out the grass in his mouth, and leaned lazily by the door.

"When did I come here?" Facing Yigu Youta's question, he thought about it seriously, "Oh—probably when you said I couldn't do it."

Putting these aside, Fu Heisher looked at Gojo Satoru, and casually answered what he said before.

"Is that okay? Oh, when I was adopted by a woman, you were still a kid in open crotch pants, you brat from the Wutiao family."

Fu Heihui: Can such a thing be said so proudly?

He still can't understand this world today.No, from the beginning to the end, the only thing he couldn't understand was Fuhesher.

Yuzu Yuhito exclaimed sincerely, "It's amazing!"

So how old is Fu Heihui's father, Mr. Fu Hei? !He's actually so much older than Teacher Wutiao!

"Oh," Gojo Satoru raised his eyebrows and said with a smile, "Actually, what we're talking about is that your horse betting skills are not good—speaking of which, would you actually think of such a place?"

He said meaningfully, "What a filthy lord~ Isn't it scary, Shiratori?"

Fuheshier sneered.

"My skills at horse racing," he said with super confidence, "are also very good (on the reverse side)."

Finally, Mariko Shiratori couldn't bear it anymore: "Fuheshier, you really don't know much about your horse betting skills."