Only 100 days left in life

Tokyo Metropolitan Conjuration College, Houshan.

In midsummer, there are lush trees everywhere in the back mountain of Gaozhuan, and sometimes there are a few crows standing among them, which look quite inconspicuous under the shadow.

The sun shines on the leaves, and through the gaps, scattered on the earth covered with weeds.

The students of the Tokyo school stood at the starting point, waiting for the start order from the horn.

They each held weapons in their hands, and among them, Pang Da, who was the largest, was standing on the starting line carrying the hostages.

The fireworks at [-] o'clock today actually didn't have much impact on them. For Maki and the others who had gone on many missions and stayed up late into the habit, it was a little time difference after being woken up and going back to sleep.

After all, I'm used to being tossed about by Gojo Satoru, so I don't have any fear at all.

One surprise is Wujo Wu's personal style, and sudden attack is Wujo Wu's training plan.

This bastard recognized by everyone, always excuses that the curse spirit will not give a buffer time after entering the tent, and is very proud that he is trying to "sneak attack" and exercise them.

The few people who have been fully trained by such strange training feel okay.

Although it was never expected that Gojo Gojo would be able to set off fireworks at three o'clock in the morning on the day of the sister school exchange meeting, but in general, it was barely within the range that could be adjusted.

"We will act according to the plan later," Maki said, "Is there any problem?"

The rest of the people shook their heads, clenched their weapons, and waited for Gojo Satoru's voice on the radio.

Yesterday, their plan was reviewed by Osamu Dazai two or three times, and some suggestions for amendments were also received. Everyone was very satisfied with the final draft.

Now just wait for the game to start.

A moment later, after the successful audition was completed, Gojo Satoru's voice floated out from the radio.

"Oh, how is everyone resting?" He said cheerfully, "I'm glad to see everyone standing here in full beard and tail, looking very energetic! Have you received yesterday's gift?"

"Did this guy bring anything back? No?" Nagasaki Wild Rose turned to look at the others, "I didn't get anything."

Fu Heihui reached out and touched Jade Dog's head.

"I'm not looking forward to it anyway," he said succinctly.

"Yes, yes, fireworks, aren't they beautiful?"

At this moment, everyone secretly scolded Gojo Satoru as a jerk in their hearts.

No one would like such a gift! !

"Okay, then we are going to start—oh, the students from the Kyoto school seem a little sleepy, remember to go to bed early next time~""

Who is it that made them not very energetic now?

With a pair of lifeless eyes open, Sanlunxia was so sleepy that she just wanted to sleep soundly with the sky as her quilt and the earth as her bed.

Teacher Song Ji has always been responsible and patient. She would never do such a thing, and she also takes good care of the students.

Sanlunxia now deeply understands the gentleness and consideration of Teacher Geji, and the expression of Teacher Geji's hesitation when she said that she worships Gojo Satoru.

She yawned, clenched the handle of the knife tightly, and decided to temporarily stop liking Gojo Satoru for a day.

"Okay, the game-start!"

Monitor indoors.

The monitoring screen from the crow was sent to the electronic screen, and a charm of the same size was pasted on the other side.

In the center is a charm that is exclusive to the hostages. What is displayed on it is a specially made positioning mark that can show the hostages belong to the camp.

Most of the conjurers in the room are single-person and single-table, and they sit in order according to the camp.

Yamo Masamichi and Gojo Satoru sat in different rows on one side, Ange Ji and Rakuganji Kashin sat on the other side, and a female sorcerer with long braids and silver-white hair sat in the front.

The most out-of-the-ordinary one was Mariko Shiratori who was late for a while and was still in a daze.

When she opened the door, everyone in the room looked over, making Mariko Shiratori extremely nervous for a moment.

"Sorry," Shiratori Mariko said a little embarrassed, "I'm a little late..."

She clenched the strap of the satchel by her side, wishing she could find a crack in the ground and get in.

I thought it was a sports meeting, but I didn't expect it to be such a serious, office-like occasion. There were not many people, and it was not too different from a meeting with a leader.

Mariko Shiratori, who was late for baked desserts and stuffed with snacks in her satchel, flinched for a moment.

"Yo, you're here, Shiratori," Gojo Satoru kindly pulled the chair away for her, "I left you a seat next to the diva, how about it! Am I being nice to you? Come and sit!"

He patted the shoulder of the nunnery next to him, causing the nunnery to glare at him.

Ange Ji slapped Gojo Satoru's hand away in disgust, and when she turned to Shiratori Mariko, she returned to her normal attitude.

"Come on," she said, "I promised to take care of you anyway, and I can explain it to you as I sit here."

"Ah, yes, yes," Mariko Shiratori replied hastily.

She sat next to Ange Ji with the sharp eyes of the headmaster of Leyan Temple, feeling that she was dancing wildly on his fragile nerves.

She twisted her seat extremely uneasily, feeling like a student who was caught by the dean to wander off during class time, and even wanted to get up and change seats.

It is really not good to change things that were agreed in advance.However, before she came, Gojo Satoru didn't tell her that Miss Angeji would sit on the side with the principal of Leyan Temple.

This bastard!

hateful.It's really disgusting.

And when Shiratori Mariko stepped into this room, the face of the headmaster of Leyan Temple was not easy.

"Why is she here?" He drooped his eyebrows and asked bluntly, "I remember this is a very high-level competition, and strangers cannot watch it."

"Why not, I invited you here, do you have any objections?" Gojo Satoru played with the sunglasses in his hand, "I thought you were a little more obedient, Principal Leyan Temple."

Thinking of Gojo Satoru's threat last night, Leyansi Kashinobu finally stopped talking.

He stared straight at Mariko Shiratori sitting directly in front of him, wishing he could stare her out of a hole.

The gaze of the headmaster of Leyan Temple behind her made Shiratori Mariko feel like a thorn in her back, and she felt that the clothes behind her were about to burn from being stared at.

Seeing that the few people in the picture were not very active, Shiratori Mariko unzipped the satchel, then took out a bottle of pudding, and handed it along with a spoon to the diva sitting next to her.

"You still made this?" An Geji unexpectedly reached out to take it, "It's pretty amazing."

"Because the baking time was a bit off, I got up late again today, so I came late," Shiratori Mariko explained.

She stood up and gave a copy to Principal Ye Moth. Under Gojo Satoru's expectant eyes, she resolutely turned her head and walked towards the seat of the unknown female magician.

"Hey, don't you have mine?" Gojo Satoru followed behind her, shocked, "I've been looking forward to it for a long time!"

As if he had completely forgotten how bad he was in the morning, he walked up to Shiratori Mariko, "Shiratori~"

"No," Shiratori Mariko gritted her teeth.

Has he forgotten what he did after three o'clock? !

"Don't be so stingy——" Gojo Satoru scolded, "You obviously received yesterday's souvenir!"

Thinking of what happened after the so-called gift yesterday, Shiratori Mariko wanted to beat him up.

"Not for you!" She stuffed the pudding cup and disposable spoon to the unknown female magician, "Please don't be polite."

Sitting sideways, with hair covering half of his face, the first-class conjurer looked at Mariko Shiratori in front of him, his red lips curled up, and he said with great interest, "Thank you, Miss Shiratori."

She was specially invited to help broadcast the real-time images of this exchange match.

Although it is said that Mingming mainly relies on pure physical strikes to advance to the next level, her relatively weak black bird manipulation will bring her a huge amount of income during this time of year every year.

Therefore, seeing this group of immature youngsters fighting each other with more powerful spells and wasting her time on missions to earn money, she could barely bear it.

What's more, the person who sent the pudding in front of him, without any precautions, was an "extraordinary visitor" who paid a high price on the black market.

That's more interesting, isn't it?

"Please don't be polite," Shiratori Mariko replied politely, "It's good that you like it."

She walked back to her seat, being so annoyed by Gojo Gojo, she threw him the remaining two bottles of pudding with extra sugar in her bag, and started watching the game seriously.

The people in the Tokyo school in the screen have been divided into two teams and scattered in all directions.

But everyone in the Kyoto school was alone looking for hostages.

Contrary to everyone's assumptions, the Tokyo team did not choose to bring the hostages with them, gather everyone together, and defend it with full armor.

Pang Da dug a hole in a tree in the blind spot he inspected yesterday, and simply stuffed the hostages inside.

It swaggered to the edge of Junping who was looking around vigilantly, stretched out its claws, overlapped the two claws, and rubbed it, "Yoshino, come here!"

Hearing these words, Yoshino Junpei's face turned pale instantly.

He looked at the jellyfish behind him, and made up his mind to wrap up some of the toxin.

"A little more," Panda said, "don't be stingy."

It stretched out its claws to grab the jellyfish behind, forcing it to spit out a little more poison.

By the time the dried jellyfish returned to Junping, it had completely wilted.

But to wipe off the toxins on the gloves, Pang Da still disliked that they were not enough.

"Yoshino, then—"

Yoshino Junpei stuffed the jellyfish behind him at a speed that was unimaginable before.

"No more," he said reluctantly, "there's really not a drop left."

The jellyfish that had been released from the beginning of the game shrank behind him, shivering.

It's obviously a form of surgery, but it's too scary to be caught and squeeze out the venom now.

"Let's go." Seeing that Panda wanted to do more, Yoshino Junpei immediately changed the subject, "We can't always be here, it's easy to be exposed."

He raised his feet and walked towards the center, "I have to hurry to exorcise the curse spirit and end the game."

And just as they walked towards the central area, there was a crackling sound in the woods on the other side.

The bushes rustled, and the knotweed Yujin who sprang out of it moved forward quickly, and found Junpei and the other two in front of him, his eyes lit up, "Great!"

He grabbed Junpei, kept him and ran away, "Suddenly an inexplicable person called my best friend to run away, and he was going to beat me fat senior, hurry up—"

Leaping out of the forest behind him was a muscular man with a naked upper body and a smile on his face.

"Knotweed Yujin, my best friend!"