Only 100 days left in life

"What are you talking about?" Nakahara Chuya frowned, "Dazai Osamu, don't think that I will—"

Just then, the cell phone in his pocket rang.

It's the ringtone of the boss's call.

Before Chuya Nakahara could answer the phone, Osamu Dazai opened the balcony door for him.

"Go back, slug," he said with a smile still on his face, "by the way, tell Dr. Sen about this matter—it's better for him to keep his hands off."

If Mafia wants to lose a little bit in this matter, it's better to listen to him.

A smart person like Dr. Sen will definitely understand, right?

Nakahara, who was still in a dazed state, was pushed out of the door by Dazai Osamu, and then the door slammed shut in front of him, showing no mercy.

The intersection was quiet, the dog on the opposite side looked at him, and he looked at the dog on the other side, and then remembered his cell phone that was still vibrating.

He pinched the phone, thought for a long time, and then picked it up.

"This is Chuya Chuya, is he the leader?" Chuya Chuya asked, "Yes—is there something wrong?"

"Nakaya-kun," Mori Ogai's voice came from the opposite side, "Let's talk when we come back."

He leaned on the table, looked at Alice who was playing across the way, and said with a smile, "Come back first. I'm—I'm looking forward to your report."

Osamu Dazai clapped his hands, returned to his seat and sat down.

"Shiratori," he said as if nothing happened, "keep eating."

Mariko Shiratori:

"If people are kicked out, you have to tell me, what are you talking about," Shiratori Mariko picked up another chopstick, "I don't even understand."

"You don't need to understand," Osamu Dazai said rather bachelorly, "neither do slugs. It's not for you."

He knocked on the bowl, making a crisp crashing sound, "Anyway, as long as those who should understand understand it, that's fine."

Shiratori Mariko chewed the food in her mouth and almost choked on his circle-like way of talking.

"Can't you just say something I can understand?" She coughed a few times with difficulty, trying to swallow the meal, "Obviously it can be described in a very simple way."

"Ah—you guessed it," Osamu Dazai sighed, "That's me."

He pretended to make gestures a few times, then nodded seriously, and closed his eyes, "That's it."

Shiratori Mariko: I don't understand at all.

But knowing that she would definitely be tricked if she continued, she sighed, "Forget it, I won't listen."

"Are you really not listening—"

"No. No need," Shiratori Mariko nodded affirmatively, "After all, I will definitely not get the correct answer, so just give up."

She looked at Osamu Dazai, and couldn't help but said, "For Dazai-kun, it's better not to talk to Mr. Chuya in that tone next time."

I feel that Nakahara Chuya himself has a good temper, but being pissed off by Dazai is like a balloon that is about to blow up.

And judging from that tree, he must have fought hard.Absolutely, absolutely will be beaten.

Hearing her words, Osamu Dazai was quite obviously taken aback.

His eyes turned a little bloody under the light, but Shiratori Mariko looked carefully, and felt that it was just a little maroon added to the caramel color.

"Don't you think it's funny when he's angry?" Osamu Dazai rested his chin with one hand and looked at Mariko Shiratori, "Of course, it's interesting when you're angry~"

"You have to do more interesting things, don't you?"

Shiratori Mariko was a little dumbfounded for a moment.

"Thanks," she said, "but you can't make people angry just because it's funny."

"Why not?" Osamu Dazai took a sip of soda, "If you can't even do interesting things, why do you want to live?"

He didn't feel that there was anything wrong with his speech, and he made any dangerous remarks, "Shiratori also wanted to try bungee jumping because it was very interesting."

"No," Shiratori Mariko said with certainty, "It can't be like this."

She frowned, but still explained patiently, "Because other people will be sad. If you know that doing this will make others feel uncomfortable, but you still want to do it, it would be too naive."

He's not a kid in kindergarten anymore, so there's no need to beat around the bush because of this kind of thing.

They are all adults, every move, every word and deed has a necessary goal, and it is much better to express it directly than this kind of secret circle.

Dumpling stickily rubbed against Mariko Shiratori, coquettishly meowing as if she hadn't seen Mariko Shiratori for a long time.

After shouting a few times, it climbed up the table again, stretched out its claws to reach the iron spoon in front of her.

Shiratori Mariko picked it up, weighed it a little bit, "When I came back, I wished I could avoid me, and now I'm coming again?"

She took the dumpling as an example to the thoughtful Osamu Dazai on the opposite side, "It's like a dumpling. When I brought it back for a few days, it saw me go out for work, and when I came back, it would bite me lightly to express its anger."

"Duanzi is a cat, so I can't express my emotions," Shiratori Mariko gently stroked Danzi's back, "It's afraid that I will walk away or throw it away, so it is very anxious and lonely, which is a way of expressing 'I am here Here, I’m angry, you have to treat me well’. But if Dazai-kun is a human being, if this continues, it will make others very angry, right?”

"So, is Shiratori angry?" Osamu Dazai asked suddenly, "Are you angry?"

He looked at the white bird in front of him with great interest, "Oh, I didn't see—"

"No," Shiratori Mariko blinked, "I'm not angry."

She smiled, "But Mr. Nakaya is obviously angry. Although it is offensive to say this, but if this continues, the people around you don't even bother to get angry, so what should we do?"

She patted the dumpling, and gently stroked the kitten that had caught her attention, as if she was trying to comfort it, gently and slowly.

"Although I know that Mr. Dazai doesn't care about such things, and he also knows the consequences, but feelings are consumables."

Emotions are fragile and cannot withstand temptation.

If you spend all your time on this kind of temptation, it is bound to disappear.

Although Osamu Dazai is clearly aware of this and doesn't care about it, Mariko Shiratori also understands this clearly.

But whether she said it or not was her business; whether Dazai Osamu listened or not was another matter.

"You tell me these things, do you think I won't be angry?" Osamu Dazai asked briskly.

He touched the glass in front of him, and the soaked lemon slices scattered inside, forming a refreshing yellow color on the ice.

Shiratori Mariko blinked a little helplessly, "Excuse me?"

Osamu Dazai smiled lightly, but in the end he still didn't answer any of her questions.

He stood up, and the wind from the window he had forgotten to close slowly blew his long trench coat up, his eyes were covered by his untidy bangs.

Only a gentle, calm answer remained.

"Thank you, and see you next time, Shiratori."

It was a kind of maturity that was completely opposite to what he had shown before. Rather than saying that the previous childishness and pure camouflage were made, it was more like coexistence with transparency and sensitivity.

The amazing combination of these two qualities in him shows the complexity of his character.It's like a person stuck in the mud, looking at the outside world intently, but it's hard for him to break out of the mud.

Mariko Shiratori watched Osamu Dazai go out, and then simply closed the door.

She did not speak again.

The cicadas that were tirelessly chirping outside the window seemed to have closed their mouths, and the brisk wind hit Mariko Shiratori's face and body with a little rain.

It seems to be raining.

Tuanzi ran over from the other side with her spoon in her mouth, as if she knew her master was in a bad mood.

It politely put the spoon in her hand, and rubbed her hand on the table.

Shiratori Mariko stood up, closed the window, rolled up her sleeves, and planned to clear the table.

Just then, the bathroom door was opened.

Gojo Satoru walked in, carrying a bag of things in his hand.

"Hey, Shiratori, I'm here—" he said cheerfully, "I'll bring you something! Dangdang!"

He reached out and pulled up his blindfold, glanced at the three tableware on the table, "Does Shiratori have any guests today?"

"Oh—why do you always provoke some weird guys," Gojo Gori said bluntly, "It's really difficult."

This guy doesn't have the slightest awareness that he is also a member of the "weird guy".

Shiratori Mariko looked at Gojo Satoru, smiled unconsciously, and suddenly felt relieved from her gloomy mood.

"All gone," she replied with a smile, "all gone."

"Oh, that's good," Wujo Wushen said mysteriously, "I brought you something very important~"

He handed the bag to her, "Open it carefully and cautiously."

Seeing his exaggerated words, Shiratori Mariko couldn't help guessing according to his habit.

"What?" She put the plate aside, wiped her hands, and took the bag over, "Is it dessert——?"

It contained information about the training venue Gojo Satoru had found for the first-year Knotweed four in the past two days, and the location of the next mission. Gojo Satoru had texted her before and asked her if she wanted to go, and Shiratori Mariko simply agreed. The approximate time in the day after tomorrow.

It's really no surprise, this guy's desserts are not going to be shared at all, right? But, why is there so much information.

"It's the information!" Gojo Satoru casually sat down on the chair next to her, crossing his legs, "Isn't it great! After all, you promised to go with Knotweed and the others, so let's check the information in advance for comparison. Not bad. Of course, it would be better to filter by the way~"

He pointed to himself, "How about it, isn't the invincible teacher Gojo Satoru very caring? And since he has worked in the company, Shiratori must be as reliable as Qihai. I feel relieved to have you following them ah--"

Looking at a bag full of very thick materials, Shiratori Mariko couldn't help but touch her hairline, and then thought about her three-legged cat kung fu and the female self-defense skills that she only learned a few key tricks.

What gave Gojo Satoru this illusion?