Only 100 days left in life

Gojo Satoru was not only not guilty, but also confident, "Yes, I saved up for a long time just to meet you~"

He stretched out his hand and gestured with a smile, "It's been so long! Are you very moved?"

Shiratori Mariko almost picked up the bag at hand and beat him up.Who is this!Does she look like she's out of work? !

"I don't want it," she stuffed the bag back to Gojo Satoru, "You write it yourself. Gojo, do your own thing, don't you know?"

And obviously, she was busy with other things.

It's okay to ask her to help write documents occasionally, why is this guy always so confident-isn't Wujo Satoru really the reincarnation of a boss who oppresses people? !

"But Shiratori's writing is better." Gojo Satoru immediately began to skillfully put a high hat on Shiratori Mariko, "It's because Shiratori did a good job that I always want to ask Shiratori~ I really want to entrust it to others. What's more, I don't feel at ease at all, for example, what kind of Fuheshier is not the material for writing documents at all—"

He said and made a victory gesture towards Mariko Shiratori, "Is that right, Shiratori?"

Shiratori Mariko: "No, how hard it is for you to ask him to write documents."

Although Fu Heisher claims that he can do whatever he wants when the money is in place, but if you ask him to write the document, is he really not afraid that Principal Ye Moth will chase you and beat you? !

And taking advantage of Gojo Satoru and Shiratori Mariko getting into a document dispute, Nakahara Nakahara directly took out his mobile phone, and aggressively approached Osamu Dazai to settle the score.

After the phone rang twice, it was picked up.

"This is Dazai—"

Nakahara also interrupted Osamu Dazai's self-introduction without hesitation.

"Dazai, you bastard," he found a corner, and said unbearably, "You actually asked Mr. Gojo to find me a hospital bastard for Zeng Gao. I must send your address to your old lover today so they can form a team—— "

Osamu Dazai, who was lying on the sofa, sat up slowly, and raised his eyebrows when he heard the amount of information revealed in Nakahara Chuya's words.

Why doesn't he remember that he once asked Gojo Satoru to find a hospital for Chuya Nakahara to increase his height?Looks like they finally met?interesting.

When the other party finally finished venting his anger, Osamu Dazai walked slowly to the middle of the most crowded office, and changed his hand to hold the phone.

In that exaggerated tone, he stood in the office and said loudly, "So you are calling me now, is there finally a way to grow taller? Congratulations! Congratulations, the problem that has troubled you for many years It's finally worked out - I'm so happy for you!"

Central Plains Chuya:? ? ?

Zhong Yuanzhong was also so angry that he cursed directly.

Not only that, Osamu Dazai also quickly handed the phone to Atsushi Nakajima.

"Hurry up, Dunjun, hurry up and congratulate Zhongye," he said pompously, "he finally cured his hidden disease! Isn't it very good! In the future, Zhongye will no longer have to worry about squatting when he is on a mission with Hong Kong and black people." So as not to expose the problem of height!"

Atsushi Nakajima, who was a little dazed, held the phone and thought for a moment.

"Oh, is that so!" He suddenly realized, "Congratulations, Mr. Chuya! May you grow taller soon!"

Nakahara Chuya, who was blessed but even more irritable: "No, no need."

Facing the situation of changing people on the other side of the phone, he ground his teeth, and his anger grew with the real praise of the person on the other side, but he really couldn't do anything to directly scold Atsushi Nakajima.

Zhong Yuanzhong, who was getting more and more angry, also hung up the phone directly.

Atsushi Nakajima, who was holding the mobile phone with a face full of bewilderment, looked at the hung up phone, and then at Osamu Dazai in front of him.

"Mr. Dazai," he said in a panic, "Mr. Chuya hung up the phone?! Did I say something wrong!"

Osamu Dazai shrugged, as if he was not surprised by Nakahara Chuya's reaction.

"No," he praised with a smile, "well done, Dun-jun."

Then he took the phone, put it in his pocket, hummed a song and walked to the side.

Today is another happy day~ Let’s go to the coffee shop downstairs and have some desserts, just use Dun’s wallet to pay——

Zhong Yuanzhong, who hung up the phone, also heaved a sigh of relief, and turned from the position facing the wall.

He was about to say goodbye to Shiratori Mariko, but found himself surrounded by Gojo Satoru and Shiratori Mariko.

Zhong Yuanzhong also took a step back subconsciously, "What's wrong?"

Why are you looking at him with that weird look? !Is there anything you can't say directly!

Shiratori Mariko was in a complicated mood, a little sympathetic to Nakahara Chuya, and a little bit wanting to laugh.

In fact, she felt that Osamu Dazai probably didn't talk to Gojo Satoru about the private topic of Nakahara Chuya. Although Dazai Osamu could do anything, it must have been made up by Gojo Satoru.But Zhong Yuanzhong also seemed to really believe this without hesitation, so she should say something better.

She coughed, pressed the corner of her mouth that was about to turn up and said, "It's nothing."

I don't know why, but it always feels kind of cute.

Gojo Satoru raised his eyebrows, obviously he also didn't expect that Nakahara Nakaya would really run to call Dazai Osamu because of this.

"Oh, it's like this, I think we are very compatible," he said, "To be honest, you are kind of cute, Mr. Nakaya—do you have any ideas about working for our high school of conjuration? We are short of you." (Easy to deceive) talents, good salary and treatment, and you can watch the most handsome and outstanding people in the magic world like me up close-of course, I will also arrange for you the contact numbers and attending doctors of dozens of Zenggao hospitals Yes, don't worry!"

Nakahara also looked at Gojo Satoru suspiciously, "Sorry, I have no intention of changing jobs for the time being."

Aside from his own unconditional loyalty to Hong Kong and black, he has no interest at all in the "dozens of Zenggao hospitals" that Wujo Wu called, at least not now!

Gojo Satoru let out an "oh hoo" and rubbed his hands together.

"Don't you really think about it?" He said rather narcissistically, "If you miss me, it will be difficult to find such a strong and handsome spicy teacher as your boss~"

Mariko Shiratori, who knew exactly who Gojo Satoru was: "No, forget it. I'll give you a friendly reminder, Nakaya-kun, no matter how nice what this guy says, don't follow him astray."

Otherwise, it would be forced into a pile—wait a minute, why did that bag of documents get into her hands again?Have you grown your legs?Obviously not!

Shiratori Mariko looked at her hand holding the bag in confusion, and then at Gojo Satoru, who seemed to be humming a song as if nothing had happened, couldn't help but clenched the document in her hand, and threw it at him, " You write it yourself!"

This bastard, how did he turn this kind of thing into a kindergarten fight!

"Help me, Shiratori~" Gojo Satoru turned around quickly, dodging the throwing object, "I haven't fallen asleep for a long time because of this file, you can't bear to watch the handsome and invincible Gojo Satoru being in a sleepless state all the time ?"

He quickly stepped forward, got close to Mariko Shiratori, and pulled off the blindfold, "Look, there are dark circles under the eyes. How can the strongest and most handsome teacher, Gojo, ignore his beauty and run after him to finish the report?" ! It's too inappropriate!!"

Shiratori Mariko looked towards Gojo Satoru's eyes dubiously, only seeing his usual pair of clear eyes.

Like the gradually extending clear sky, with a little bit of blue, there is a bit of fog that seems to be there.

"Really?" Shiratori Mariko clenched her fists calmly, "Where are the dark circles under your eyes?"

Why didn't she find any?This guy's skin is so good that even she is jealous - does Gojo Satoru really have dark circles? !

"Really," Gojo Satoru said solemnly, "You are looking carefully."

Shiratori Mariko responded, "Okay, let me take a look again, you get closer, it's too high for me to see."

Gojo Satoru bent down according to her words, and saw Shiratori Mariko slamming her hand on Gojo Satoru's forehead without any surprise.

it hurts!Has this guy practiced iron head skills? !

Shiratori Mariko withdrew her hand in pain, and glared at Gojo Satoru.

"I can write it for you," she said, "for a fee! Give me money!"

She decided to learn Fuheshier's method, and used high money to scare away all the guys (actually only Gojo Satoru) who asked her to write documents.

In this way, Gojo Satoru should not—

Gojo Satoru gasped.

"Then don't I have to pay for my appearance?" He covered his face and began to pose various poses in front of the mirror hanging beside him, "Oh, is this really something I can see for free~ How handsome A face, and an impeccable figure, I feel so guilty seeing this scene, I want to give money to the person in the mirror!"

Shiratori Mariko: "Will someone really pay to see your face?"

Gojo Satoru pretended not to hear what she said, and continued to say intoxicatedly to himself in the mirror, "It's too much, how can I let such a person come and leave with empty hands? How much is more appropriate to fight? Mirror Mirror, who is the most handsome person in this world?"

Then, he changed into a high-spirited false female voice, "It's Gojo Satoru! Buy! Buy them all! Is one billion enough?"

"No," Gojo Satoru returned to his original voice, and said with deep pain, "Do you think I'm such a frivolous man! It's absolutely impossible!"

He changed his lively tone again, and started to entertain himself, "I want to add ten times more desserts!"

Shiratori Mariko and Nakahara Chu also looked at each other in blank dismay.

"I think," Zhong Yuanzhong also said hesitantly, "he"

Is there some serious illness?

Shiratori Mariko nodded solemnly, "You are quite right."

She threw the document on the sofa casually, took a few steps forward, and held Gojo Satoru's hand that was still stroking her smooth face, "Gojo, forget it if you're okay, you're not well."

Without allowing Gojo Satoru to explain, Shiratori Mariko pushed Gojo Satoru to the bathroom door with an irresistible force, then held his hand, opened the bathroom door, and led him over.

Seeing Gojo Satoru stunned, Shiratori Mariko breathed a sigh of relief.

If Gojo Satoru resisted, she might not be able to drag this guy over.

"You should rest first," Shiratori Mariko said worriedly, "it must be because you have been too tired during this time, and you are seriously ill. I will tell Miss Glass later and let her show you the document. Just leave it to me."

His thoughts were all on Wujo Satoru who suddenly woke up from the hand that Shiratori Mariko held him just now: What?

He looked at Shiratori Mariko who was very worried in front of him, and after a few glances, he realized that she had changed into a set of clothes that she had never worn before.

Shiratori Mariko is wearing a white long-sleeved shirt today, a light knitted vest, and a short skirt of the same color underneath.

It seems to be the clothes she wore in high school, but today they turned out to be different from usual, with a bit of youthful atmosphere.

Gojo Satoru subconsciously swallowed the ridicule that came to his lips, trying to explain, "No, I didn't"

He just wanted to be lazy!

Taking a deep breath, Shiratori Mariko shook her head and pressed his hand down.

"You have," she said. "Okay, now go to rest and stop thinking about these files. I'll help you out."

Gojo Satoru: Although it was indeed what he was looking forward to, but for some reason, in this situation, people couldn’t even look forward to it at all.

He took a step forward and tried to squeeze into Shiratori Mariko's house, but Shiratori Mariko slammed the door shut as if reacting.

She also left a sentence, "Go and rest!"

Gojo Satoru tried to open the door but found it was locked from the inside: Ah, here.

After several attempts without success, he stared at the door over there for a while, took out his mobile phone, and planned to call Shiratori Mariko.

At this moment, the number belonging to the auxiliary supervisor jumped out directly.

There is an urgent task.

Gojo Satoru breathed out and picked up the phone.

"Understood, come right away."

Quite handsome, he directly closed the door, walked back to the sofa, and faced with a pile of half-written reports, Shiratori Mariko became a little worried again.

She really didn't understand why, in this day and age, handwritten reports are still very popular at the High School of Conjuration—couldn't it be an electronic version?

After thinking for a moment, Shiratori Mariko sorted out the somewhat messy documents and stuffed them into the bag.

"I have some other things to do today, I guess I'll be busy until a little late," she looked at Chuya Nakahara, "Speaking of which, does Mr. Chuya have any other questions you want to ask me?"

Zhong Yuanzhong also subconsciously shook his head.

In fact, there were only so many questions the leader told him to ask.Including asking Shiratori Mariko to add his personal number and Twitter account.

Shiratori Mariko exhaled, "Then why don't you sit here for a while and wait for the rain to stop before leaving?"

Seeing Nakahara Naka nodded, Shiratori Mariko breathed a sigh of relief.That's great, but luckily Chuya-kun is a good person.

She got up and brought a plate of pre-cut fruits to Zhong Yuan Zhong Ye, and signaled him how to feel comfortable, then took out the stereo and played a piece of soothing music.

Nakahara was also holding the plate in his hand in a daze, watching Mariko Shiratori rummaging through the box, and finally found a few pens on the bookshelf, found a table like this, and began to write vigorously.

Looking at the picture in front of him, he didn't know why he always felt a little uncomfortable.

"If you don't mind," Nakahara Chuya tentatively said, "I'm with you?"

Although it is really not good to meddle in other people's work documents, leaving Shiratori Mariko who has just "caught" the information and let her wrestle with a lot of documents alone is really a bit impossible for him.

Shiratori Mariko looked up at Nakahara Chuya.

"There's nothing wrong with the documents, they're all clichés, but can Mr. Zhongye know how to handle documents?" She said in surprise.

She thought that Zhong Yuanzhong was also the kind of person who "never speaks when he can do it".

"That's right," Zhong Yuan said as usual, "is there anything unusual about this? The cadres just know what they want."

He looked at Shiratori Mariko's surprised eyes and frowned, "What's wrong?"

"It's nothing," Shiratori Mariko said with a smile, "I thought Chuya-kun would hand over the text task to his subordinates."

She silently pressed off the screen that was lit up because of receiving the news, picked out the less important part of the mission report, and handed it to Zhongyuan Zhongya, "The requirements for cadres are so high now."

"It's okay," Nakahara Nakaya replied, "That's it. You can't let your subordinates do everything."

He turned his head and glanced at the documents handed over by Mariko Shiratori.In fact, it is not much different from some of the reports he usually wrote in Hong Kong and black.

"Give me half," Zhong Yuanzhong asked for a pen, and started to write.

Seeing his proficient speed, Shiratori Mariko was indeed even more surprised.

However, she was relieved to have Zhongyuan Zhongye share the burden.

Mariko Shiratori poured out the rest of the bag, only to find that there was a box-shaped thing lying inside, which was firmly pressed at the bottom by a pile of thick documents, and it was quite safe to protect.

She took it out carefully, and opened it cautiously, guarding against whether it might be a "gift" from Gojo Satoru—for example, something like a spell that hadn't been processed before.

But what surprised Mariko Shiratori was that it was an exquisite dessert.

Could it be that Gojo Satoru left in a hurry and forgot all the desserts?It's not like he can't do this kind of thing.

Mariko Shiratori decided to seize the dessert.

Since she helped write Gojo Satoru's report, she also unceremoniously enjoyed Gojo Satoru's dessert!

"So," said Mariko Shiratori, "Chuya-kun, see you next time?"

Standing at the door, she said sincerely, "It's really hard for you to help this time."

If it weren't for Chuya Nakahara, it would be impossible for her to finish all the reports.

Although it was said that Gojo Satoru sent a message at that time, so that she could try her best to use Nakahara Chuya, after all, it was actually a secret exchange of information.However, she hadn't actually thought of doing this.real.

Pausing for a moment, Shiratori Mariko took out a pudding made in advance from behind her.

"I made it myself," she explained, "if you don't mind, you can take it home and have a taste."

After taking the things, Nakahara pressed his hat, and looked at Shiratori Mariko again.

He could clearly see that compared to the last time he met, Mariko Shiratori seemed to be thinner and looked a lot more tired.

"Pay attention to your body," he said dryly.

Shiratori Mariko blinked and smiled.

"I will," she said, "please take care of yourself too, Chuya-kun."

Zhong Yuanzhong also nodded, and walked in the direction he came from.

Mariko Shiratori closed the door smoothly, sat back on the sofa, and decided to start with Gojo Satoru's precious dessert cake.

After eating the small cake, Mariko Shiratori smacked her lips a little dissatisfied.

It's delicious, and the sweetness is not like Wujo Satoru's usual amount. It's not so greasy, but it's not particularly light.For Shiratori Mariko, it is just the right taste.

It's just that the amount is too small, and it's finished in a few bites.very hungry.

She yawned, looked at the darkening sky outside the window, and took out her mobile phone to send a message to Fu Heisher.

[Shiratori]: Are you coming back for dinner tonight?

[V Heisher]:?You are hungry?

Shiratori Mariko thought for a moment.

[White Bird]: Yes.I'm hungry.So are you coming back to eat today?

[Shiratori]: If you don't come back to eat, I'll make it myself.

【V Heisher】:.oh.

Shiratori Mariko was a little confused about what Fuheshier meant.

She stared at the "oh" for a while in doubt, then finally stood up and decided to cook by herself.

Just as Shiratori Mariko prepared all the ingredients and was about to start frying, Fuheshier got out of the cabinet that was always open in the living room.

With two lunch boxes in his hands, he walked slowly to the dining table and put the boxes down.

"Let's eat," Fuhesher said simply.

After speaking, he opened a seat at random and sat down, opened his own portion, found a pair of chopsticks, and ate on his own.

Shiratori Mariko who fell into a trance: "Huh?"

She looked at the lunch box in front of her in a daze, "Mr. Shier, what's going on?"

Fu Heisher actually brought her food!Is this really something she can eat for free? !

"Didn't you say you were hungry?" Fuheshier said casually, "There happened to be a place nearby that was distributing food, and the queue over there was long, so it should taste pretty good, so I brought some for you."

He didn't seem to think there was anything wrong with his behavior, "They all backed away a lot when they saw me, which saved a lot of trouble."

Shiratori Mariko, who immediately put a picture on this scene, felt very stressed.

She opened her mouth, but didn't know what to say.

Fuheshier looked at Shiratori Mariko's hesitant to speak, and seemed to have completely misunderstood her meaning.

He said indifferently, "You don't need to thank me."

Anyway, it's a matter of convenience.

Shiratori Mariko: "No, it's not a question of thanking you or not."

She said with some difficulty, "No, forget it, thank you for remembering to bring me food, Mr. Shier."