Only 100 days left in life

Although she kept saying "it doesn't matter if it's three or six, anyway, just call me now", in fact, Mariko Shiratori didn't do that at all.

Shiratori Mariko was just saying something out of anger—it was impossible for her to actually let Gojo Satoru and Fuheshier fight in her home.

That would definitely make her already poor life worse.

"After all, I can't do anything anyway, let's not take this as an example," Shiratori Mariko said helplessly, "Forget it, there will be no next time."

She originally wanted to express that "my savings can't stand the second torture", but when she found that Fu Heisher and Gojo Satoru, who were still talking to each other, suddenly stopped, she realized that her words were actually There is another meaning.

Shiratori Mariko opened her mouth, but she didn't know where to explain it better.

She was about to change the subject when the notification tone of the text message on her mobile phone rang.

Opening the lock screen of the phone, Shiratori Mariko was a little surprised to find that it was a deposit reminder from the bank.

The money that was inexplicably deducted yesterday was returned to her account, and after that, a larger sum of money was remitted again than before.

Shiratori Mariko: "Fuheshier?"

She waved her mobile phone to Fuheshier who was sitting on the sofa with some uncertainty, "I said, what's the situation?"

Fu Heisher said inexplicably, "What is the situation?"

"Money," Mariko Shiratori reminded, "what's going on?"

Thinking that Fu Heisher went to gamble on the horses yesterday, an incredible thought suddenly came to her mind, "You can finally make money betting on the horses?"

And judging by the amount, it should be a good bet? ?

"Is the world about to be destroyed?" Shiratori Mariko murmured, "Fuheshier can actually make money betting on horses, my God, what kind of realistic and magical work is this—"

Gojo Satoru couldn't hold back, and laughed outright.

Fu Hesher: ""

Fuheshier didn't want to talk.

After a while, and looking at the huge number on the phone, Shiratori Mariko asked, "So what are you doing?"

The bank on the remittance text message is not a remittance bank commonly used by the racetrack, let alone the racetrack should be unified in the afternoon.

Fu Heisher replied in seconds: "Betting on horses."

Shiratori Mariko: "I'm asking you seriously."

Fu Hesher: "Oh."

He turned his head away and said nothing.

Seeing that Fuheshier was not very cooperative, Mariko Shiratori didn't intend to get to the bottom of it.

Barely believing that this guy has sense of proportion and that the money doesn't come from some bad place, she sighed, "I won't ask any more. I'll deposit your money into a bank account for you when the time comes?"

"No need," Fu Heisher said lazily, "You can just throw it away and play."

Anyway, she used her money as a deposit to fight black boxing to earn it back—it doesn't matter, it's just a small amount of money.

He casually picked up the quilt, covered it around his waist, and closed his eyes with Shiratori Mariko on his back.

Shiratori Mariko turned her head to look at the rare and generous Fuheshier, and then at Gojo Satoru, who was leaning on the chair and seemed to be falling asleep.

She sighed helplessly, walked to the cabinet in the living room, and started rummaging through the cabinet.

She remembered that there were still two quilts in her home and she had been using Six Eyes all the time. That guy with five quilts must be very tired.

When was the last time you heard of him sleeping?

"Ah - Shiratori, are you sleepy?" Gojo Satoru yawned, "I'm going back too, you go back to bed and sleep."

He stood up and stretched slowly, looking more serious than usual, "Go back, go back, I'm leaving too, there's still work to be done."

"Sleep with me for a while," Shiratori Mariko said, "and then go back to deal with your business."

She spread the quilt on the ground bit by bit, flattened it, and straightened it, "Let's rest for a while——without you in the magic world, you shouldn't get into any uncontrollable troubles for a while, right?"

Gojo Satoru raised his eyebrows, "That's not necessarily true, after all, I'm the strongest and most handsome Gojo teacher~ I can't do it without me in the magic world!"

Even so, he sat down on the quilt spread by Mariko Shiratori, looked left and right, "Where's the mattress from before? I want to sleep on a mattress!"

Mariko Shiratori: "The mattress from before is on my bed."

Gojo Satoru changed his words quickly, "I want to sleep on your bed!"

Looking at Gojo Satoru who didn't feel any embarrassment, Shiratori Mariko said speechlessly, "Get up now and go back to sleep at your own home."

Gojo Satoru immediately hugged the quilt in his arms tightly, and said righteously, "Forget it, I think sleeping on the ground has a different flavor."

Shiratori Mariko smiled and reluctantly accepted his statement.

"If you want to sleep in a bed, you might as well squeeze together with Mr. Shi Er," she suggested, "I think you two can sleep on a [-]-meter folding bed."

"No," Gojo Satoru said disgustedly, "I don't want the bed that guy slept in. I'll sleep on the floor."

He looked around and felt that something was missing, so he reached out for the cat nest belonging to the dumpling, and put it where the pillow was.

"I still despise you," Fu Heisher said without any ups and downs, "My bed has never been slept by a man."

Shiratori Mariko who just went back to the room to get some extra pillows: ""

She decided that it was better not to tell Fu Heisher certain things, such as when Fu Heihui came occasionally, Shiratori Mariko would let him rest on the folding bed for a while.

Walking to Gojo Satoru, Shiratori Mariko handed him the pillow, and found a familiar object on the quilt, "What is this, isn't this Danko's cat nest?"

Why did you come here suddenly?

"It's my pillow now," Gojo Wujo said triumphantly, following the depression of the cat's nest, he quickly stuffed his head in, "Ha, I really am a genius who is one in a million—"

Danko, who was happily circling around Shiratori Mariko's feet, let out a roar, jumped over and waved her claws at Gojo Satoru.

So the scene turned into a human-cat battle, and even Fu Heisher, who was about to sleep just now, sat up against the wall with interest, intending to watch.

Shiratori Mariko: "What else can I do—stop beating me and go to sleep!"

"Is this the place?" Natsume Takashi stood on top of Madara, looking at Aoi who was frowning aside.

In front of them was a small three-story building, the height common to rural houses, and it looked almost the same as Natsume's own home.

"It's here, I remember correctly," Aoi said, "Xiaoxiang lives here."

He had heard the exact location of her home from Xiaoxiang, and had secretly visited her several times when she was sick.Memories of the past flooded into my heart, and memories I thought I had forgotten resurfaced again, bringing out a bit of sore pain.

Natsume Takashi nodded, "Then I rang the doorbell?"

Aoi nodded.

So Natsume Takashi rang the doorbell.

The one who came to open the door was a tall, brown-haired woman who seemed to be an urban white-collar worker, still wearing a professional suit.

She looked at Natsume Takashi with a smile, and seemed a little puzzled, "May I ask who you are?"

"I'm Natsume," Natsume Takashi responded according to the rhetoric they came up with on the way, "I'm here to see Madokawa Kaka-senpai, and I want to ask her some questions."

He tentatively looked inside, "I shouldn't have gone wrong, right?"

Madokawa Eiko shook her head with a smile.

"I'm Eiko Yuanchuan, Xiang's older sister," she said, "Xiaoxiang didn't tell me about your coming - she ran out very early. If you don't mind, wait inside for a while? "

Natsume Takashi was stunned, and subconsciously glanced at Aoi next to him.

Aoi didn't seem to have expected such a scene, biting the lollipop in her mouth, looking a little at a loss.

He hesitated for a moment, but still said, "Then wait a while?"

Yuan Chuanxiang was walking up the mountain along the mottled road.

Of course she knew the mountain very well, in fact, she had spent most of her childhood in this mountain.With Aoi.

However, after she confessed in junior high school, Aoi unilaterally cut off contact with her.

She couldn't find Aoi.When we were together before, I didn't think Aoi was a coward who would run away, but it wasn't until the reality of not hearing from her for several years that she realized that Aoi was really avoiding her.

Where did Aoi go?Did Aoi really leave?

Yuan Chuanxiang walked towards the abandoned house along the path in her memory, still thinking about the high school student she met a few days ago.

The boy who mentioned Aoi seems to be a junior named Natsume. If all goes well, can we see Aoi tomorrow?Hope everything goes well.

She walked to the mailbox next to the abandoned house, intending to see if Aoi had taken away the notes that were originally placed inside, but was stunned when she opened it.

It was empty inside - Aoi must have taken all these notes away!

Thinking of this, she became a little happy again.

Turning around again, Yuan Chuanxiang, who didn't find any sign of Aoi's visit, planned to leave.

She glanced at the dilapidated and mottled abandoned house on the side, and inadvertently saw a black feather sticking to the window sill that should have been covered with dust.

Almost like a jolt, Yuan Chuanxiang woke up suddenly - it was Aoi's feather!

She leaned into that place and found that the window sill seemed to have been climbed by someone.

Is Xiaokui in the house?Is he hiding from himself?

"Xiaokui, come out!" Yuan Chuanxiang yelled while pushing the window hard, "I know you are inside—come out!"

But what caught her off guard was that the window was opened smoothly without the imaginary stop from Aoi in the room.

A white-haired man was half lying on the ground in the room, yawning and asking, "Who are you?"

Thinking that the person in front of her might be a monster, Yuan Chuanxiang took a step back subconsciously.

"Well," she asked, "excuse me, but I wanted to ask, have you ever seen a black-haired person or monster?"

Gojo Satoru glanced at Fuheshier who was just beside him.

"Yes," he replied naturally, "what hairstyle is he?"

Yuan Chuanxiang said uncertainly, "Well, it should be very smooth black hair hanging down."

She added, "It's a monster with wings, my favorite monster. It's called Aoi."

"Oh," Gojo Satoru said regretfully, "That's not true."

What a pity, I thought it would be fun to watch.

Yuan Chuanxiang sighed in disappointment.

"I'm really sorry," she said anyway, "to bother you."

Gojo Satoru waved his hand casually, saying that it doesn't matter, after all, he is so helpful.

Just then, Shiratori Mariko came out of the room.

"Didn't you see anyone?" She frowned, "Then why don't you come back first, and going to the wedding venue tomorrow should also be negotiable, after all, she sent an invitation to Aoi—"

She saw Yuan Chuanxiang who was looking into the room, and the words on her lips stopped.

Catching the keyword "Aoi", Yuan Chuanxiang couldn't hold back, and immediately jumped over the window sill and jumped in from the other side, "You, you, you know Xiao Aoi?!"

She almost rushed to Shiratori Mariko's side and took her free hand, which was not on the phone, "Please tell me about Aoi! Please! Thank you very much!"

Mariko Shiratori, who was caught off guard and held her hand, blinked slowly, "Ah, so you are Xiao Xiang?"

Seeing the brown-haired girl in front of her nod, she said to the phone that hadn't hung up yet, "Yes, Natsume, maybe you can come back with Aoi. Xiaoxiang is here with me now."