Only 100 days left in life

When we got to the third floor, the white mist in front of us seemed to be bigger. On the second floor, it only reached the ankles, but now it almost reached the knees.

But the fog here didn't mean to stop them. It was like a stage effect made of dry ice, drifting quietly in the corridor, and emerging from the ground again.

The mist didn't seem to affect the judgment of Nagasaki Rose, she opened the door and walked towards the innermost side of the classroom with Shiratori Mariko.

Behind her was Megumi Fukuro, whose speed hadn't weakened, and Yoshino Junpei's Knotweed Yujin, who followed behind, a few steps slower.

After entering this classroom, the fog outside the door seemed to dissipate a little.

The last one to enter, Takashi closed the door, leaned against the wall, and stared at Yuzu Yuhito closely.

Mariko Shiratori, who was standing on the side, was a little embarrassed.

She continued to listen to the information related to Takumi Harue from Nagasaki Wild Rose, while corresponding to the little girl she saw when she got the few pieces of paper.

According to Zhangxiang—that is, the strange-haired young man over there, there is a very difficult human-shaped curse spirit that can invade other people's spirits, and it uses paper as the medium, accepting "that person" just like him. Task.

But since the specific content of the mission was informed privately, he didn't know what mission the curse spirit had accepted. He only knew that she had been staying in the stairwell, but he could only find her by walking all three floors.

His other two younger brothers lost their way while playing here before, and it took a lot of effort to pick them up——

Then he started to ask Yuzu Yuhito "Can you call him brother".

Not only did the three of them feel their scalps tingle, they felt that this person or the curse spirit had an extraordinary hobby, and they were also worried about the safety of Megumi Fushiguro and Mariko Shiratori who were in this building.

So he met his eyes and ran over as soon as possible.

After entering the door, the bulge who had been silent all the time spoke.

"Brother, did you run away just because of this?"

His voice was sad and tolerant, "It's okay, brother won't blame you."

Although it is said that Gu Xiang is quite kind, but after the exchange meeting, Knotaba Yuhito subconsciously wants to run away when he hears similar titles.

He clearly remembered that he and he just looked at each other, and was inexplicably recognized as a "brother" by the young man who called himself a puffy figure.

With Dongtang Aoi first, he had an inexplicable sense of vigilance against such a sudden incident.

"You may have misunderstood the person," Hiroto Hiroto patiently explained, "Although I am grateful for you telling me what happened here, I am really not your brother."

Zhang Xiang, who seemed to be quite talkative, suddenly became serious.

"No, you're my brother," he said grimly. "I recognize it—wait a minute."

As if smelling danger, Kusho gestured towards Shiratori Mariko who was still explaining what happened on the lower floors, "Stop talking."

"It's about to start."

Shiratori Mariko froze for a moment.

"What?" She asked a little blankly, and then found that the classroom was dark.

The chalk rubbed against the blackboard, making a rattling sound.

The brown-haired and brown-eyed woman clapped her hands, shaking off the dust on her fingers, and signaled everyone in the seat to look over.

Her long curly hair hangs down her shoulders, her voice is like a warm spring breeze, and there are smiles on the corners of her eyes and brows, she looks kind and lovely.

"Hi everyone, I am a new Chinese teacher, and my name is already written on the blackboard," the teacher on the podium said gently, "My name is Wu Yemeng, and I should be your homeroom teacher this year, please give me your advice. "

"Oh yes, I still lack a class representative for this class. Does anyone want to give it a try?"

Shiratori Mariko could clearly see the eyes of Takumi Harue who was sitting in the corner brighten up, and then dimmed quickly.

She liked the new teacher a lot, but she was afraid to raise her hand.

"Then let me count down the time. If you want to give it a try, raise your hand," the teacher said with a smile, "Three, two, one"

As time passed, nearly half of the students in the class raised their hands.

At the last second, Takumi Harue raised his hand.

"That's you," the teacher nodded, "You should be me, Takumi Harue?"

She walked up to the little girl, attracting everyone's attention to the little girl.

Takumi Harue, who hadn't been watched by so many people for a long time, resisted the thought of shrinking back, and nodded.

Her hair was long and half covered her eyes, and she looked taciturn and slightly gloomy.

"Then, from now on, Chunhui will be the class representative of my class," the teacher reached out and rubbed her head.

After she finished speaking briefly, she motioned for the little girl to sit down and returned to the podium by herself.

"We start the first class today, everyone turned to me"

"Teacher," the little girl holding a stack of books knocked on the door before entering the office, and whispered, "I'm here."

Even though it was summer, she was wearing long-sleeved trousers, and her hair even covered her eyes.

"Oh, it's Chune," the teacher sitting on the seat turned his chair, "let's put the things here first."

She stood up, took the homework book from Chun Hui's hand, and took out a candy from her pocket, "Thank you for your hard work, this is a reward."

The little girl looked at the candy, thought for a long time, shook her head, and did not accept it.

She walked towards the door a little slowly, but was stopped by the teacher.

The teacher's hand was warm, like a small sun hidden in the palm, and holding the little girl's cold palm made her seem to heat up a little.

The little girl shrank her arms slightly, and looked at the new teacher unnaturally, "Teacher?"

"Wait a minute," the teacher from the big city said softly, "I called you over during lunch break not just to hand in homework."

She put away the books spread out on her desk, and took out a comb, a hair clip and a hair tie from the drawer.

The hairpin is blue, with a white daisy inlaid on it, the petals are quivering, very beautiful.

"The hair is so long," said the teacher, "let me tie it for you."

She pulled the little girl to one side and sat down, then reached out and lifted the bangs covering the girl's eyes.

The teacher laughed when he met the little girl's black and white, bewildered eyes.

She briskly picked up the comb on one side, combed it a few times, put a hairpin on the girl, and tied up the hair at the back of her head.

"That's all right," said the teacher, "Why don't you show Chune's beautiful eyes?"

Like magic, she took out a small mirror out of nowhere and handed it to the little girl, "Look at yourself?"

The little girl was obedient and looked at herself in the mirror.

Those are indeed a pair of beautiful eyes, round and lovely, with a little light reflecting in them.

After this, the relationship between the little girl and the teacher became close.

After breaking through the bullying of her classmates, such concern seems to be mixed with some pity.

The teacher is really good to the little girl.

She taught the child who bullied her a lesson, got back the extremely sincere apology she should have had for the little girl, and tried her best to help the little girl integrate into the class.

The atmosphere in this class has gradually improved, and the little girl's personality has also become lively.

She is as dependent on her teacher as she is on her mother.

The teacher combed her hair, taught her how to tie shoelaces, and brought her the "old" clothes of her little niece during her home visit.

"Anyway, she won't be able to wear it anymore," the teacher explained, "Just take it here by the way, and you don't want to dislike it."

In fact, most of those clothes are new and have not been worn.

Because the little girl passed the teacher's office before school and saw her carefully cutting off the sign and rubbing it a few times.

Shiratori Mariko smiled slightly, a little happy.

The teacher is taking care of the little girl's self-esteem very seriously.

In this way, one semester has passed.

The little girl happily went back to school, but heard a bad news.

The teacher is leaving.

This is tantamount to a bolt from the blue for the little girl.

"Don't you know why she left?" The girl at the next table came over and smiled, "She—"

"I didn't get married at this age because I became a lover for someone else."

The little girl was in a daze for a moment, and then resolutely raised her voice to retort, "This is impossible."

She looked at the girl at the next table and repeated, "I don't believe it! Teacher, teacher wouldn't do that!"

"It's true," another boy chimed in, "Many of us have seen it."

"You can't lie just because she likes you."

"Speaking of which, Takumi is also a liar. Really——no wonder he is so close to Mr. Kirino."

Then, after first grade apologized, the little girl pounced on it for the first time.

"Why are you fighting?"

the gentle voice asked.

The little girl bit her lip, turned her face away, and said nothing.

"Oh, Haruka," the teacher took a box of cotton balls wrapped in iodine, and gently tapped her scarred arm, "What did they say?"

She asked almost pityingly, "What did they say that made you beat someone?"

It seems that the little girl will not shoot for no reason.

Her gentle voice made the little girl almost shed tears.

"She said you were someone else's lover," she said with a sob, "they are lying, aren't they?"

The teacher touched her wound, causing the little girl to gasp.

The little girl had tears in her eyes, which made the teacher angry and funny at the same time.

"Don't listen to them, but don't fight with other people because of this kind of thing," said the teacher. "I'm not someone's lover."

The little girl nodded and smiled silly.

"That's good!" She seemed a little happier, and then secretly looked at the teacher with her eyes.

"What's the matter?" The teacher put away the medical supplies in his hand, "I saw you in the back because you were absent-minded in class all morning."

"Mr. Wuye," the little girl said cautiously, "Are you leaving?"

"Yes," the teacher replied naturally, "I have to transfer back due to family reasons."

When she turned around, she saw the little girl in front of her biting her lip, tears streaming down her face.

Seeing that the teacher saw her crying, the little girl felt a little embarrassed again.

She turned her face away, and said with a sob, "Teacher, teacher is going back, then go back, I will, I will miss you."

The sensible one hardly looks like a child.

The teacher watched her pretending to be an adult despite her bright red eyes, and hugged her gently.

The little girl burst into tears in the arms of the teacher. She cried until her voice was hoarse, and then she stretched out her little hand to wipe away her tears.

"Teacher, I'm sorry."

"Chun Hui is reluctant to part with me, I understand," the teacher gently wiped the little girl's face with a towel.

She said softly, "But people always have to leave."

"I got it," the little girl held the towel, "I got it."

As she spoke, she wanted to cry again, so she had to bury her face in the towel.

"Don't hide in the towel," the teacher said amusedly, "it will get boring."

"I know," came a muffled voice from inside the towel.

Seeing the little girl like this, the teacher shook his head amusedly.

The rumors are not groundless, but they are really not that serious.

Another teacher at the school, taking advantage of his position, seemed to want to threaten her to become his lover.

She planned to leave the city and settle in another place.

The teacher took out a piece of paper from the bookcase and took a pen.

She sat down beside the little girl, spread out the paper, and wrote the word "优" on it.

Then wrote her phone number on the back.

"When you become a top student, remember to come to me," the teacher put the paper into the little girl's hands, "don't get stuck here."

She rubbed the little girl's head, "Study hard."

The little girl nodded, clenched the paper in her hand, her eyes sparkled.

"I will."

She seemed to have regained her courage, "Teacher, I will find you!"

The teacher smiled and rubbed her head, "Then I'll wait for you."

She smiled beautifully, and the glittering light hit her clothes and hair like gold.

Then there are fragments of memory, flying towards several people.

The little girl was praised by the substitute teacher and won the first place in the grade, and the grandmother's illness was also assisted by kind people

Then, one day, the little girl's drawers were rummaged through.

The paper that she carefully treasured was taken out by a student who always disliked her, and waved it recklessly.

The little girl chased after her and started fighting with the student in the stairwell.

Then the moment she snatched the paper back into her arms, she fell down the stairs.

Shiratori Mariko subconsciously reached out to pull, but heard a soft, familiar sigh.

Then she suddenly realized that she was standing in the stairwell, looking around blankly with several other people.

Not far from Shiratori Mariko stood the little girl I saw for the first time, Takumi Harue.

She was a little timid, the slap marks on her face faded a little, and the little daisy hairpin was still pinned in her hair.

"Are you Mariko Shiratori?" the little girl asked.

Before Mariko Shiratori could answer, she blinked and smiled, "You make me feel very familiar. You are like a teacher."

A very, very gentle person.