Only 100 days left in life

Following her actions, everyone in the Jingdu school became anxious for a while.

The task they received was to capture him alive, because if Mariko Shiratori died, it would mean that the reprieve of Yuzu Yuhito could continue.

The blade grazed Shiratori Mariko's skin, and she felt that it must be her second-stage delayed outbreak.

She wants to try to see how much her life is in the eyes of the other party, or the power represented by the other party.Will you do your best and be desperate, or just conservative if you have the best, it doesn't matter if you don't?

If so many students can be sent to catch her, then she is valuable to these people.

Now is the time to reveal exactly how much it is worth.

"Now, I want you to leave here quickly, or I will commit suicide, how about it?"

She used the 120-point acting skills of pretending to be a corpse when she was a part-time job in the film and television city. Mariko Shiratori felt that she was working hard.

Every time she took a step forward, the people from the Tokyo school followed her forward, and the people from the Kyoto school also took a step back.

Contrary to the aggressiveness just now, they almost stuck to the door a few times down.

Mariko Shiratori looked at their performance and felt quite satisfied.

However, even if they didn't leave, she wouldn't kill herself.

Suicide is not suicide, it is just pretending to deceive people to make ends meet.

The words of Shiratori Mariko really shocked the people in the Kyoto school.

"So what's your answer?" Shiratori Mariko looked at them, her fingers slightly moving on the handle of the knife, carefully not to hurt herself with the knife.

She never thought that she would really hurt herself.

Watching her movements, Kenji Kamo twitched his lips.

"You don't want to die, do you?" he said, "You have no idea of ​​suicide at all, and you can't do it."

He could clearly see that Shiratori Mariko's hand was not steady, in fact, it only needed a little distance to pull her hand off.And judging from her completely layman's posture, she probably hasn't even killed a chicken, let alone killed someone.

Indeed, he is a very weak ordinary person, just like in the information.

However, the people from the Tokyo school standing in front of her firmly blocked his sight and hindered his and other people's actions. It seemed that it was difficult to break through from any angle.

Sure enough, is there still going to be a fight?

Mariko Shiratori didn't know what the closed-eyed boy with hair on both sides wrapped in sandalwood paper was thinking, she just felt that the other's train of thought was a little crooked.

Now it's not a question of whether she wants to die, but a game in which the chip is in her own hands.

If it is normal, you should start calling and asking the principal now.

This child will definitely not be a qualified social animal in the future, and he doesn't know how to maximize the benefits for the boss.

"Oh, do you want to bet on this with me?" Although she thought so in her heart, Shiratori Mariko asked calmly on the surface, "Do you dare to bet, does the person behind you dare? Can you do it for the person behind you?" Make a decision?"

She moved the knife down lightly, and before the other side could breathe a sigh of relief, she put the knife back up again, "If I'm just playing tricks on you, what can you do to me?"

"That, calm down," Sanlun Xia hurriedly put the knife back, "We didn't mean that!"

She stumbled and said, "Mine"

It seemed that something was really asked of her.

Mariko Shiratori recalled the boss's euphemism to keep her when she resigned last time, and raised the knife a little bit, shaking it in other places. Sure enough, she saw the girl with bangs on the opposite side who seemed to get nervous.In this case, there is a lot of room for maneuvering.

"What do you mean?" Shiratori Mariko said aggressively, no longer as gentle as before, "No matter what you are going to do, it is disgusting to have chosen this time."

"roll."

Sanlun Xia:! ! !Woooooo was yelled at.

At the same time, the sound of wooden clogs stepping on the ground sounded, and the door that had just been closed by everyone in the Kyoto school was quickly opened again quite unexpectedly.

"I heard from Principal Night Moth that you all gathered here to play games," the nunnery girl walked in with a tired face, "What are you doing here—"

Hearing Shiratori Mariko's angry "Get out", Angeji froze for a moment.

What happened?Why is the atmosphere so wrong?

And after she took a rough look at the current tense situation between the two sides, she took a closer look at Shiratori Mariko and was even more shocked.

Why did Mariko Shiratori put the knife on her neck?The last time she came here, she was obviously a normal child, what did Gojo Satoru teach her? ? ?

It was embarrassing for an adult to be caught threatening her students by the Ange Ji whom I met last time and had a crush on.

Shiratori Mariko smiled dryly, and moved the knife down, "Ah, this, ahahahaha——"

Such a difficult scene to explain.How should it be edited?

No, let the opposite party make it up, it is not their responsibility to make this kind of result.

An Geji glanced around, and took the lead in calling Sanlun Xia's name.

"Three rounds, tell me," she folded her arms around her chest, "explain why you don't sleep or train now, and hang around here?"

"We are here, here," Kasumi Miwa said in a hurry, "Congratulations to Nagasaki-san on his birthday! Happy birthday to Nagasaki-san!"

As she talked, her voice became smaller and smaller, "Happy every day"

Beside her, Momo Nishimiya couldn't bear to look directly at her and covered her face, while Kenji Kamo coughed and interrupted her.

"We're here on a mission," he said.

"Come here to perform a mission?" An Geji frowned, "Who gave the mission, and about whom?"

Recalling Gojo Satoru's words before leaving, and in relation to the current scene, she understood, "Mariko Shiratori? Are you hiding it from me?"

Everyone in the Kyoto school was silent.

For a while, the only sound left in the room was the small chatter from the Tokyo school and the background music played by Todo Aoi watching Takada’s live broadcast on her mobile phone.

And An Geji looked at their attitudes and understood everything.

She sneered, "Okay. How dare you hide it from me?"

It was a joint decision of several people to conceal the matter of the task, but for the very responsible Ange Ji who has been guiding them carefully, it is quite guilty of concealing this matter.

And Mariko Shiratori, who was a student from the Kyoto school, whose expression was distorted when she saw the nunnery coming, seemed to be arrested for desertion in class, looked at her obviously relieved expression, and roughly understood that the nunnery should be completely unaware bona fide third party.

Then there's no need to anger her.

"I'm sorry, I apologize for them and you," An Geji bowed to her, "I also say sorry to Hu Zhang."

"I will confirm with them about the follow-up matters."

"No, it's not your fault," Shiratori Mariko shook her head, "As for the task, it was the principal's idea just now, right?"

She recalled what the old man said just now, "Please tell him for me, it's true that I won't live long, but I won't be manipulated by others. If you want to negotiate, come with sincerity."

Speaking of the principal who threw the students here, Angehime's face also became uneasy.

"I'll definitely tell you," she replied, looking at her students again, and said angrily, "Want to fight? Isn't it tiring enough to practice?"

Originally, I was renting someone else's place, so it's okay to be rude, but I actually picked up someone's birthday and came to disturb her.

And the principal didn't know what to think, it was crazy to kidnap Mariko Shiratori.One after another, it's all bad things.

"Go back and practice more," An Geji said in an unquestionable tone.

She wrapped her hands in her sleeves and took the lead to leave.

After watching a good show, everyone in the Tokyo school had already sat down, and the hot pot from before was re-boiled, and the rice was heated up a little.

Hungry by the resurgent aroma, Sanlunxia, ​​with her head drooping, couldn't help but look at the hot pot over there, sniff it, and then left quite reluctantly.

The spiraling hot air spread out in the room, and new smoke came out from the hole reserved by the steamer again.

Shiratori Mariko washed the knife, put it back on the shelf, sat back in her seat, washed her hands and waited to eat.

"Aren't you leaving, little sister?" Looking at Zhenyi who was stranded at the end of the Buddhist monastery, Maki asked with a smile, "Do you want to stay for dinner?"

Knotweed sitting at the door looked at the dishes and said sincerely, "It shouldn't be enough."

It would be okay if it added the remaining half of the cake, but after thinking about where the cake would go, Knotweed felt that it was not a pity at all.

The principal of the Kyoto school is really annoying.

"No," Nagasaki Wild Rose snorted, "Who wants to keep this kind of person for dinner!"

She made a ball for Shiratori Mariko, "Shiratori eat more."

Looking at the performance of the other people just now, Fu Heihui looked very calm, and even the knotweed Yuren on the side had a look of "I knew it a long time ago".

So they all knew about Shiratori's serious illness, but no one told her, it's disgusting.

Shiratori Mariko bit the ball, her eyes lit up.

"It's delicious," she took another bite, "The craftsmanship of knotweed is really good!"

"That's right," Knotabagi Yujin said with a smile, "it's super delicious!"

He also picked one up, "I've always cooked by myself, so occasionally I can develop some new dishes!"

The dog curly spine nodded and gave him a thumbs up.

While eating by himself, he fed Panda who was lying on his stomach.

"Miss Maki," Nagasaki Ye Qianwei shouted towards the door, "Come and eat quickly! If you don't come, we will finish eating!"

"Come right away—" Maki replied.

She raised her eyebrows, "Apart from this, do you have anything else to say?"

"...I warn you, don't get too close to her," Zenyuan Zhenyi said rather annoyed, "It's disgusting, who wants to eat with you!"

She turned her head and left as if she had been poked in her mind by something.

Maki shrugged.

She closed the door, and then found that her favorite meatballs were all gone.

"Where's my meatball!!!!" Maki was shocked.

I heard that Fuhei and Polygonum cuspidatum will make this meatball this time, but she has been looking forward to it since the morning, and she has been waiting for a long time!How come there are other vegetables and meat left in the pot now? !Who did it!

Mariko Shiratori, whose bowl was enthusiastically filled with a lot of meatballs, blinked innocently.

"Shall I share with you?"

After eating and drinking, everyone slumped in the room, not wanting to move.

And at this moment, Shiratori's cell phone received a text message from Gojo Satoru.

[Five Articles]: Hi!I'll arrange a special seat for you at the exchange meeting in a few days~ How about sitting with the singer?

[Five Articles]: I will be back that day, don't worry.

Shiratori pondered about his safety for a while, and when he was about to reply, his message came again.

[Five Articles]: Anyway, you don’t have anything valuable to do at home, right?

[Five Articles]: Why don't you use your limited life to watch the children of tomorrow~

Kyoto, in a certain warehouse.

The smell of blood here is extremely strong, as if it has just experienced a fierce fight, with fragments of limbs scattered all over the place.

Some of the curse masters who came to snipe Gojo Satoru with the promise of a lot of money were gagged, bundled into rice dumplings and put aside, while the rest had already met their relatives in heaven.

Gojo Satoru, who didn't do anything the whole time, sat idly on the highest cushion, taking the time to send a message to Shiratori Mariko.

After getting the reply, he closed the phone, and looked up at Otoko Yuta who was below.

"How is it?" Gojo Satoru asked casually, "How long do you need to rest?"

After simply wiping the sweat off his forehead, the boy with short hair took a breath.

"Right away," he replied simply, holding the knife in his hand.

"That's good," Gojo Satoru stood up, "...the stronghold of the diehards is like this. Let's go, go back, I hope the higher-ups see me and don't accidentally scare me to death, that would be embarrassing."