Only 100 days left in life

early morning.

When Shiratori Mariko woke up in the dormitory of the high school, it was almost six o'clock.

She moved here temporarily yesterday. After being busy for a while, she still feels a little sleepy.

There was an unread message on the phone, which was sent by Wu Tiao Wu after five o'clock in the morning.

[Five Articles]: I have something to do, so I'll go back first.

[Five Articles]: I warned that guy.His other desserts are so unpalatable.

After he finished reading the stack of manuscripts yesterday, Gojo Satoru changed his mind and asked to stay at Mariko Shiratori's house, and strongly suggested Mariko Shiratori to live in the dormitory of the high school.

"That kind of guy can stay, why can't I? No, I want to stay and supervise this guy. If you're not here, wouldn't it be convenient for him to abscond with money?" Wujo Satoru was quite confident, "Don't think I didn't See, that one in the corner is a folding bed! I think I can sleep on it!"

——How can a 1.5-meter person sleep on that 1.9-meter children's folding bed?

However, due to safety considerations and other reasons, Shiratori Mariko agreed to stay for one night temporarily.

When she was chatting with Jia Ruizi and An Ge Ji before, she seemed to have vaguely mentioned Gojo Satoru's "six eyes".

That kind of innate ability that is difficult to close seems to make Gojo Satoru not able to sleep well, but in Shiratori Mariko's house, the six eyes are weakened by half, which is why Gojo Satoru is always too lazy to wear blindfolds in Shiratori Mariko's house s reason.

Stay overnight if you can rest your eyes a bit.

Anyway, we are friends and there is nothing to worry about.

So, in the end, Gojo Gojo and Fei Jia simply slept in the living room of her house for one night, while Shiratori Mariko borrowed to live in the dormitory here.

It's really hard for him.

Shiratori Mariko sighed and rolled around on the bed twice.

After entangled with the quilt for a while, I made up my mind to lift the quilt and get out of bed.

After tying up her hair a little, Shiratori Mariko pulled on her slippers to open the window to ventilate the room she was staying in.

The weather is okay today, the rain from last night has cleared, and the rain-soaked leaves are shining brightly.

She took a deep breath, feeling the rare refreshment of summer, and the crisp chirping of early birds in her ears.

It's really comfortable.

The mobile phone that was left on the bedside to charge rang a notification tone.

Shiratori Mariko stretched lazily, and opened the lock screen.

[Fu Hei]: Are you up yet?

Shiratori Mariko laughed.

【White Bird】: Get up.Fuhei, have you had breakfast?

There seemed to be a brief pause on the other side before replying.

[Fu Hei]: No.

[White Bird]: Then come to my place to eat?But only eggs and bread and so on.

[Fu Hei]: Good.

[Fu Hei]: I'll call the knotweeds and the others.

Mariko Shiratori who got the reply turned on the phone again.

She walked out of the dormitory door cautiously and walked towards the door of her own house.

Gojo Satoru should have left the door for her, right? Shiratori Mariko thought uncertainly, then reached out and pushed the door.

At the moment when the half-hidden door was pushed open, a burst of breakfast scent came over my face.

Shiratori Mariko suddenly thought that her posture for opening the door today was not right.

She looked around stiffly, and then accurately found that there were only neatly folded quilts left on the sofa, and the dumpling rice bowl on one side was also filled to the brim.On the mattress that was taken out last night, the quilt was rolled up indiscriminately, and there were scratches belonging to cats on it, which looked very messy.

What happened to her cat?

The furry dumpling rubbed against its master's feet, meowing and scurrying towards her, as if it had been greatly wronged, it bit her pant leg and dragged it to the kitchen, trying to get Mariko Shiratori to give her Exhale.

In the kitchen, a thin and tall figure stood, and the range hood was not forgotten to be turned on.

Mariko Shiratori stretched out her hand and kneaded two handfuls of dumpling to appease its grievance, and played games with it for a while before coaxing the cat.

She sighed, and planned to ask Gojo Satoru what he did later.

Seeing Mariko Shiratori come out, Fei Jia turned around very naturally, holding a shovel in his hand, "Miss Shiratori, are you up?"

He smiled and said, "Yesterday, I said that I would take on the housework. I signed for the dishes delivered in the morning. Mr. Wujo has eaten. It just so happens that the new breakfast is almost ready. You can sit down first."

Shiratori Mariko could clearly see him wearing the apron she casually put on the chair, and the fried egg behind him was still steaming.

She opened her mouth, not knowing what to say for a while.

After a while, she barely found her voice.

"That... thank you. But I still have friends coming later," Shiratori Mariko said awkwardly, "Well, you can eat first, I have to make a portion for them too."

Fei Jia skillfully placed the fried egg and hot bread slices on a plate, and served them to Shiratori Mariko.

"You eat," he said, "I'll do the rest!"

"How embarrassing..." Mariko Shiratori said politely, "You can eat first."

She rolled up her sleeves neatly, "I'll do it."

"No need. I promised to do the housework yesterday," Fei Jia answered naturally, "Leave it all to me, I'm fine."

He seemed to be very excited, "It seems that the more I cook, the more I feel like before... It's so strange, was I a chef before?"

After some pushback, Shiratori Mariko still sat down.

She took a bite of the runny fried egg, and the refreshing taste with just the right amount of oil and salt made her eyes shine.

"Is it delicious?" Fei Jia smiled at her, "I seem to be very good at controlling the heat...the ratio of addition should be pretty accurate."

He put the breakfast of the rest of the people aside, "Okay. Miss Shiratori, is your friend coming soon?"

At this moment, the four of Fu Heihui walked in one by one.

Shiratori Mariko glanced at him and sighed in surprise, "You're pretty accurate."

She beckoned the four of them over, "Breakfast just made! Oh yes, let me introduce you. This is Mr. Fei Jia. He made the breakfast. He will probably stay in my living room for a few days. Why? I'll explain it on the way."

Fu Heihui glanced at Fei Jia and nodded.

The four of them found a seat and sat down, and simply began to eat.

After finishing breakfast quickly, the assistant supervisor came to inform them that the car was ready.

Shiratori Mariko nodded, and gave Fei Jia a few words before leaving.

"Well... I put a little change in the drawer of the coffee table, and the mobile phone should work, right?" After receiving Fei Jia's affirmative reply, Mariko Shiratori heaved a sigh of relief, "I put the old mobile phone on the coffee table. My number is stored in it, just call me if there is anything to do. Then, for Danzi, please."

"No problem," Fedya replied, "don't worry."

...To be honest, I still don't feel at ease.

Shiratori Mariko sighed, "Anyway, I'll trouble you first. Please don't enter my bedroom, it's locked."

Fei Jia nodded obediently.

And Tuanzi, who was squatting beside him, also stood at the door, reluctantly waving his paws.

After getting in the car, Nagizaki Yamei unceremoniously squeezed into the back seat of Shiratori Mariko, "Two hours, this time I went to a remote place... I wanted to go there for breakfast."

She complained while eating, "It was planned to go shopping with Shiratori! This time we have three guys with bags—"

"But according to the assistant supervisor, there is a ramen shop that is not bad?" Mariko Shiratori, who was sitting in the co-pilot seat, said with a smile, "Don't worry."

She turned her head to look at Fu Heihui, "I remember that the information says Saitama County, speaking of which, Fu Hei is from there, right?"

"Hey, really?" Nagasaki Yarose poked Fukuroi, who was sitting in the middle, "Hey, Fukuro, do you know what's delicious there?"

"...Well," Fu Heihui thought about it seriously, "No."

"Huh? You're a local," Nagasaki Wild Rose said with disgust, "Didn't you eat before?"

"Let's eat at home," Yuzu Yuhito answered skillfully, "When I was in Sendai, I always ate at home. So I don't know a few delicious restaurants..."

"People like you are really embarrassing to the big city," Nagasaki Ye Qianwei rolled his eyes, "What's the point of that, they are all eaten at home! Unbelievable!"

She pointed at the three boys crowded beside her, "Really, it looks like a local—"

Yoshino Junpei, who was sitting in the corner, looked at Briar on the other side.

"Does Nagasaki often not eat at home?" He asked curiously.

It's like jumping on the sensitive point of Nagazaki's sensitive point and doing a tap dance.

"Living in the countryside, there are not many restaurants, it's a shame that the place is so small—" she immediately retorted.

"Okay, okay," Shiratori Mariko comforted, "Eat candy, eat candy, be good."

She took out a handful of sea salt and lemon candy from her pocket, turned around with difficulty, and handed out one in each hand, "Do you have any idea where it is, the elementary school that has been closed."

"The thought of going to that abandoned elementary school gives me a headache," Nagasaki Yarose sighed, "I'm not happy at all."

She pointed to the icon on the electronic screen, and then squeezed to the side, "Go and ask the school's teachers, staff and surrounding residents for relevant information."

"I already got a certificate when I went yesterday, and the excuse is that college students and teachers who are going to conduct social research get in here," said Akira Nitta, the auxiliary supervisor sitting in the driver's seat. "Just go in later."

She dyed her hair blond, but the black part near the root of her hair spread out very obviously. It was obvious that she was too busy to go to the barber shop. "It's about half an hour away, can you read the information again?"

Mariko Shiratori responded, "Miss Nitta, do you want candies?"

"Okay," Nitta Akira replied with a smile while holding the steering wheel, "but I'm driving, so put it in my pocket first."

Mariko Shiratori thought for a while, peeled off the candy wrapper, and motioned to Akira Nitta, "Open your mouth?"

Akira Nitta, who was suddenly stuffed with a candy, blinked.

"By the way, Ms. Shiratori, please keep the matter of the curse a secret from ordinary people... There is no way, it's the rule, so let's find some other excuse to cover it up," she said with a bit of inarticulateness due to the sugar in her mouth. .

Yokohama, basement.

"What did the boss do?" The short, timid middle-aged man carefully closed the door behind him, "I said, Ivan, you have always had a good relationship with the boss, let me tell you."

He looked at the man with a bandage on his head who was slowly arranging flowers, and complained, "What time is it, are you still here fiddling with these things?"

The current Yokohama is in such a mess, it's really hard to justify it without meddling.

Especially when the group sent an invitation—speaking of which, why did the boss use his subordinates with supernatural powers to poison him?It's really confusing.

Ivan smiled slightly.

He put the red rose in his hand into the bottle and replied softly, "That lord naturally has his intentions."

"But" Pushkin choked, "what about the combination?"

Ivan waved his hand, and the sound of bright music came from the vase behind him.

"My lord's strategy, but we can figure it out?" He said inexplicably, "Happiness is for those who give me, joy for those who dedicate to me, my lord——"

Fei Jia, who was missed, held a mop and sneezed at Mariko Shiratori's house.

He mopped the floor carefully, and just as he was about to take a rest, he heard a knock on the bathroom door.

Could it be Miss Shiratori's friend?

"Come in," Fedya said.

A man dressed like a monk with stitches on his head opened the door.

"I'm here to see Miss Shiratori," he said very naturally, "is she there?"

"No, she has something to go out," Fei Jia replied, "I'm sorry, it may not be convenient for me to come in while mopping the floor, can you tell me there? If there is any other news, I can wait for Miss Shiratori to come back and bring it to her. "

"Oh, it's not something important," the person in front of him smiled, "let's talk about it when she comes back."

Of course he didn't come here to find Shiratori Mariko.

The main thing is to come to see the so-called "other faction" who came out of the room and leaked from the few words of the high-level officials.

However, he tried, but couldn't step in, so he could only open the door and stand at the door.

Even after simulating the lingering smell, it can only open the door.

It's really interesting.However, the gentleman who is said to be covered in bandages has not been seen.

The fake "Xia Youjie" nodded to Fei Jia, "Then I'll go first."

Fedya nodded, took hold of the mop again, and planned to mop the floor again.

The fake "Xia Youjie" said that, but he didn't leave in a hurry. Instead, he watched him drag the ground, and then commented, "The posture is wrong."

He made a little gesture, "It should be like this, it will save effort."

Fei Jia nodded suddenly.

As a result, the two began to exchange housework inexplicably.

Just like that, the weird atmosphere turned warm.