Only 100 days left in life

Gojo Satoru's "troublesome" made Osamu Dazai smile.

"Mr. Gojo and I, right?" He slowly closed the door behind him, "It happens to be the same point of view, what a coincidence."

Osamu Dazai sat down opposite Gojo Satoru, and the two looked at each other for a long time.

It should be because similar people will repel each other when they get close. They stare at each other firmly without moving their eyebrows.

Yes, it's as if the picture freezes, the scene is hilarious, and even with a panda lying on the coffee table in the middle, this suffocating silence continues.

Poor Pang Da originally just wanted to secretly eat a couple of bites of fruit while the rest of the people were cooking, getting ingredients and ordering milk tea, but he ended up in such a manly situation.

Sensing two sharp eyes that could almost pierce the bones of the curse, it buried its head deeply, not daring to move, pretending that it was just an ordinary innocent toy puppet who was raped by an unknown dog Just left it here.

And this weird atmosphere lasted until Gojo Satoru took the initiative to break the silence.

"Pfft hahahahaha——" He seemed to be unable to bear it any longer, "I said, you are smiling so fake, your whole body breath is showing, stop pretending. Oh yes, the color of your clothes doesn't suit you , do you consider changing the color? For example, how about wearing black?"

Speaking of black clothes, Pang Da couldn't help but look up and look at his round belly.

After realizing that Gojo Satoru was talking about something other than the black and white guy, Panda lowered his head again.Why should poor Panda be involved in their fights?

"Yo, what are you holding, so ugly? Blindfolds or underpants?" Osamu Dazai clasped his hands on his knees, as if he and Gojo Satoru were about to have a long talk.

He smiled all over his face, "I don't have any taste to keep in my heart, don't you have friends if you say it arrogantly? Ah, once? No wonder. I'm afraid it's not because of this, friend"

Gojo Satoru's smile froze for a moment.

Then, he laughed even more presumptuously, "Aren't you the same? People like you are really—— so disgusting."

Dazai smiled noncommittally.

"You are ridiculously cute, I feel pity for you."

"Hahahaha, aren't you the same. It's so sad, like a dog caught by its lifeline."

The two taunted each other, and continued to maintain this stalemate with each other, their swords were on the verge of breaking out.

It's just a matter of the last fuse, and it will be real.

And Pang Da, who was in the middle of the two, couldn't help stretching out his paws secretly, and covered his ears.

It feels that it will be silenced for knowing too much.

But Panda is just a panda, what did Panda do wrong?

Panda is just a panda.

Shiratori Mariko, who put the ginger soda back into the freezer, stared at the two men dumbfounded, and found that it took less than 3 minutes for them to use honorific words with each other at the beginning, and to directly poke each other's sore spots at the end.

The speed and the speed of progress can no longer be described in words. It can only be said that they will not be surprised if they stand up and fight Shiratori Mariko in the next second.

Seeing that the panda in the buffer zone in the middle was trembling and seemed to be unable to hold on for a second, Mariko Shiratori picked up the soda and ran there.

She quickly stood still in front of the coffee table, and Pang Da also consciously stretched out two paws knowingly, so the two bottles of drinks were handed to the two of them respectively through Pang Da's furry paws.

The two looked at each other and reached a certain balance tacitly.

Let's stop making noise.

"Drink the soda," Shiratori Mariko said with a firm tone, "If you don't drink it, give it back to me."

She glanced at each of them, and said quite intimidatingly, "It's impossible to fight in my house. I want to beat you out and fight."

"I'm just kidding, Shiratori," Gojo Satoru reached out to take the soda, "I didn't expect Mr. Dazai to be so serious, did I?"

He unscrewed the bottle cap and took a sip, his facial features wrinkled immediately from the sourness of the soda, "It tastes so bad! Is this poison!"

Seeing him in such a miserable state, Osamu Dazai smiled slightly.

"Am I serious or not?" He also unscrewed the cap of the bottle and took a sip, "Mr. Wujo doesn't know—"

With a pop, he sprayed it out directly.

"It's so hard to drink!!!"

"Yeah, it's really bad." Looking at the messy sofa, Shiratori Mariko made a blank face, "The words are also really bad. Whoever says something like this next time, don't come here for a meal."

She specially picked (actually it was too bad to drink the one she didn't finish) the strong and sour lemon mint soda, and she didn't believe they could drink it.

"Did you hear that?" Wujo Wuyao said arrogantly, "It's you, don't come next time."

Shiratori Mariko glared emphatically at someone from her side, "Yes, Gojo Satoru, I'm talking about you."

Gojo Satoru sighed and took the opportunity to put the soda on the table.

He said to Shiratori Mariko again, "When is the meal, I'm so hungry, Shiratori, it's really tiring to stay with this guy, I'm so hungry~"

After entering Mariko Shiratori's house, the ability of the six eyes has been greatly weakened. Although it can still be used, there is no need to continue to wear the blindfold.

Gojo Satoru was also happy and relaxed, so he took off the blindfold when he entered the door, and relaxed his eyes a little.

So, now his eyes that were as vast as the sky were staring at Mariko Shiratori, and he made a strange sound with a sweet and greasy accent.

"Please, let's eat early—"

Shiratori Mariko felt an indescribable, indescribable fear.too disgusting.

She turned around blankly, "I don't know, I'm not doing it, you ask Knotweed and them. By the way, as a teacher, it's really too much for you to come to eat and drink with the students, Gojo Satoru."

"Oh, being a teacher is very hard," Gojo Satoru reached out and took out the phone, "I'll give them a call."

Seeing Osamu Dazai staring at him all the time, Gojo Satoru cupped his face in his hands and acted shyly, "Mr. Dazai, are you obsessed with me? Although it is true that I am so perfect, but if you keep staring at me, I will would hurt—”

"No," Osamu Dazai interrupted him with a smile, "To be honest, even if you have a baby face like a high school student with such a bad personality, you are not very popular with women~ Mr. Gojo Be confident."

"Even if there is, I will say no," Gojo Satoru clapped his hands, "After all, I am nothing—"

Seeing that they were about to fight again, Shiratori Mariko gestured with a headache.

"Stop!" she said, "If you do this again, I will drive you away!"

"...That's it, then that, and we won in the end," Nagasaki Yarose happily explained the ups and downs of the match to Osamu Dazai, "Aren't we super-super-powerful!"

Maki by her side also helps her to add one or two points from time to time. Generally speaking, the original plan has been carried out and the desired results have been achieved.

The scene was joyous, and Osamu Dazai was in the center, giving advice and encouragement to the behavior of the students such as Knotaba Yuhito.

Facing the bright gaze from the side, Osamu Dazai picked up the miso soup in the cup, took a sip of it with a smile to moisten his throat.

Anyway, he's glad to see this guy who's worse than a slug deflated.

"I'm your teacher, Nagasaki," Gojo Satoru said brazenly, "don't you think that the teacher should be praised for putting so much effort into your competition? The teacher is so wronged that he is about to cry."

"If you're referring to the fireworks at three o'clock," Fu Heihui replied calmly, "I've helped a lot, and I managed to make everyone sleep well."

The conjurers and assistant supervisors who were guarding the school were also busy all morning because of this. After all, although the conjuration college could not be burned, the venue could not be disturbed by fireworks debris.

"Don't arrange things like that, Teacher, Kei."

Mariko Shiratori, who was watching the whole situation, thought about it and decided to end this war without gunpowder.

"Dazai-kun," she said, "do you want to come for dinner again?"

Dazai nodded.

"Okay. Then Osamu Dazai, wash the dishes," she began to assign tasks, "Gojo Satoru, sweep and mop the floor, it's such a happy decision."

"But I-"

"No, but," Shiratori Mariko directly refused indifferently, "If you have time to toss around, it's better to do housework."

It's all the fault of being too idle.If you think about it, it's better to work. When you are busy, you don't have time to think about it.

"Shiratori, are you really worried about that idiot sweeping the floor?" Maki sat on the sofa, looking at Shiratori who was playing with the cat ball, "I always feel that neither of these two people can be relied on."

She could see that Gojo Satoru over there was waving a broom, planning to make a debut with Kojo Yuhito as "Rocket High School Broomstar", and in the process kept trying to stuff the broom in his hand into Kojo Yuhito.

"Hmph," Hiroto Hiroto followed Gojo Satoru's rhythm, "Teacher Gojo, so—"

"That's right! That's it!" Gojo Satoru snapped his fingers and handed over the broom, "Add this!"

"Teacher Gojo," said Yoshino Junpei, who was sent to supervise the work, "if this continues, it will take a month to sweep."

He tries to stop the knotweed from being brought up feeling

Youruto joined the sweeping army, "Knotweed, don't take the broom!"

"Shh, keep your voice down," Gojo Gojo Yoshino Junpei said "Shh", "It's not good if Shiratori finds out."

Yoshino Junpei subconsciously shut up.

"No wonder the students taught are idiots," Osamu Dazai, who was washing dishes inside, poked his head out.

His hands were clean, and beside him was Atsushi Nakajima, who had been arrested as an OEM.

"Mr. Dazai" Atsushi Nakajima, who was squeezed out of the meal without touching his face, looked helpless, "The dishes in your hand have been washed for almost half an hour. If you don't wash them, just give them to me."

He took the plate and continued to scrub diligently.

"Let them go," Shiratori Mariko picked up the cat that was lying on the table and pretending to be asleep, "Duanzi has been getting more and more wrong recently. You are so cold, Danzi."

The cat struggled to get down, but she ignored the cat's resistance and flattened it out, "Well, have you changed your fur recently? Can you change the color if you change your fur?"

The orange-yellow cat hair covering its back and belly curled up and fell off, and the orange color on its body almost disappeared. On the contrary, the newly grown white hairs in those places were almost as long as the "native hair". A little difference in tone, but not huge.

Is it normal for a kitten to have a hair change that turns into a color change?

"Fuhei, is your Xiaohei Xiaobai losing hair?" Mariko Shiratori raised her head and asked, "I feel that the dumpling will turn into a white cat and if this continues, it will not be an orange cat. It feels ugly, personality It's also much cooler."

Is this how cats grow?Shiratori Mariko felt that she really broke her heart.

While she wasn't paying attention, Tuanzi twisted his body and jumped out of her hand.

Fu Heihui, who was asked by her name, was speechless for a moment.

"Xiaoheixiaobai is a jade dog," he emphasized again, "a jade dog is a shikigami."

"So? Is Shikigami shedding hair?"