Only 100 days left in life

Today's weather is a bit dry and hot, as if any moisture in the air has been squeezed out, and the moist breath of the previous few days of rain cannot be left behind.

After drinking a whole glass of water, Shiratori Mariko scanned the room, but found no other clues left by this hateful person.

But she quickly locked on the target. In fact, she didn't even need to guess, and the entire high school only had——

The door was pushed open, and a tall man with white hair came in naturally, holding a bag of something in his hand.

"Woohoo!" He piled things on the table, "How do you feel after completing the first mission?"

He didn't wear a uniform today. He simply wore a white shirt and black trousers, which made his already long legs a little longer.

As if to match his clothes better, he also replaced the eye mask with sunglasses, making him look refreshed.

Shiratori Mariko glanced at him, poured another glass of water from the water dispenser, and poured it down for herself.

The cool water flowed from the throat into the stomach like an antidote, relieving the burning feeling in her heart when she thought of Takumi Harue's smile again, and slightly suppressed the tears welling up.

"It's okay," she replied after a while, "it's not bad, it's not bad."

In any case, she felt sorry for the little girl.

"That's fine," Wujo Satoru said, "I'll be busy recently, but newcomers will be able to get started with related things soon."

After emergency training for conjurers who suddenly awakened to spells such as Fukurotsu Miki, these people from various professions can easily get started with some basic tasks.

Manpower in the magic circle itself is scarce, and now a large number of them have emerged, and even the most stubborn conservatives are a little happy.

Oh, of course, those few rotten oranges that insisted on being in the way and had no eyesight at all had already been thrown into the trash by him.

Gojo Satoru asked with a smile, "As for the others—do you have anything to ask me? If you don't ask, I won't tell you?"

Speaking of this, Mariko Shiratori thought of the old man in the little girl's memory.

"Did the person in charge call Takumi Harue's grandma?" she asked.

"I asked," Gojo Satoru threw the things in his hands on the table, "he's dead."

He counted with his fingers, "That is, um, what happened last month."

"According to the feedback from the assistant supervisor, it was because of the accidental death of the granddaughter who was dependent on each other, which caused a car accident."

Seeing the disappointed look on Shiratori Mariko's face, Gojo Satoru turned the topic back to the relaxed side with a smile, "Have you had breakfast yet?"

Shiratori Mariko shook her head, following Gojo Satoru's meaning and put aside other topics about this matter.

"No," she looked at the bag not particularly curiously, "you brought it for me?"

Is he so kind?Or, what new type of unpalatable food has he discovered?

"Of course not!" Gojo Satoru turned the bag over and it fell on the table with a clatter, "But I brought other things~"

What fell down was a pile of clean, seemingly just-printed forms and documents, far from the hot breakfast I imagined.

With previous experience, Shiratori Mariko felt chills on the top of her head when she looked at these documents.

"No," she refused without hesitation, "you do it yourself."

"Oh," Gojo Satoru immediately fell on her bed, "I'm so tired, I can't lift my arms at all~"

He rolled around on the bed that Mariko Shiratori had just made up, like a giant white cat, "Write for me, Shiratori!"

Very good, the sheets that were originally neat and clean were rolled out into a mess again.

Shiratori Mariko finally understood what happened to the messy quilt on the mattress at home that seemed to have fought with a cat.He wouldn't go to provoke Tuanzi's nest, would he?

"You come down first," Shiratori Mariko said with a headache, "Wujo, you come down first before we talk."

Mess up the bed in front of her, really?Does Gojo Satoru really have such a thing as common sense?

Just at this moment, Fu Heihui came in grabbing breakfast.

"Shiratori, I'll go in—" He saw Gojo Satoru almost as soon as he entered the door, "Teacher Gojo, why are you here?"

Obviously, seeing the rolling Gojo Satoru at Shiratori Mariko early in the morning was quite scary to him.

Fu Heihui glanced at the documents on the table, and quickly understood what this guy was here for.

"Yo, it's Megumi," Gojo Satoru, who was caught on the spot, was not at all embarrassed, "I'll ask Shiratori to help write the document."

He said confidently, "Shiratori's report is really well written, as expected of someone who has worked in the company—"

Shiratori Mariko covered her face, "No, please don't say any more, Wujo."

Really embarrassing.This kind of boasting about "going to work" is as terrible as a friend holding a notebook and reading a fantasy novel she wrote when she was a child.

It is probably not the first time Gojo Satoru has done this kind of thing. Fugurohui began to apologize skillfully, "Shiratori, sorry for the interruption. I will take him away immediately."

He handed the breakfast to Shiratori Mariko who was standing aside, and walked out with Gojo Satoru's collar, "Let's go."

"Hey, what—" Wujo Wujo struggled meaningfully, "Hui can't drag me out like this."

He was dragged off the bed, but since he was a full 1.9 meters tall, he was only pulled by the collar, "Hui needs to drink more milk."

"Shut up," Fu Heihui gritted his teeth and said, "Are you an idiot?"

It's too offensive to actually run into someone's bed!

"That..." Shiratori Mariko put the document back into the bag, and then stuffed it into Gojo Satoru's hand, "You remember to finish it yourself."

She tidied up the room a bit, then looked at Fu Heihui, "Fu Hei, can you open the door for me?"

When Shiratori Mariko came home, she found Fei Jia was sitting on the sofa concentrating on it, with a computer she got somewhere in front of her.

He typed quickly on the keyboard with both hands, and when he saw Mariko Shiratori came back, he smiled considerately.

"I'll be fine soon," Fei Jia said, "Miss Shiratori, can you wait for me?"

He doesn't seem to be in a good condition, his eyes are still black and blue, it looks like he hasn't slept well, and the tea in the paper cup next to him has bottomed out.

Shiratori Mariko stood beside him, watching him start to accelerate, and the fingers on the keyboard almost waved afterimages.

This terrible speed lasted for about ten minutes before stopping, and Shiratori Mariko walked around the house again during this gap.

There were basically no changes at home, and the kitchen was full of vegetables, probably because Fei Jia went to the fruit and vegetable store to buy them himself.

There was no sign of her bedroom door being pried open. Shiratori Mariko opened the door with a key, and nothing changed inside.

And the living creature at home, Tuanzi, slept in the nest, snoring softly, and his beard trembled slightly.

It looked completely unafraid, as if the master left for a day had no effect on it.

The room was clean, the mattress where Gojo Satoru had been lying on was also neatly made up, the floor was wiped to glisten, it could be seen that the person who cleaned it was quite meticulous.

Shiratori Mariko turned her head to look at Fei Jia who was on the sofa, thinking that people should not be judged by appearances. She thought that Fei Jia was in poor health, and she only expected him to sweep the floor and feed the cat, but she did not expect him to work. So quick.

Suddenly, the phone rang with a "ding".

Mariko Shiratori took out her mobile phone from her pocket, and the message on the top was the bank's remittance notice.

Just now, a large amount of money was transferred to her bank card.

And Fei Jia over there finally stopped what he was doing.

He breathed a sigh of relief, closed the computer, and looked at Shiratori Mariko, "Did Miss Shiratori receive it?"

Judging by the tone, he did the right thing.

Shiratori Mariko nodded, and asked hesitantly, "What did you do? Do you remember what you did before?"

Could it be that she picked up some wealthy heir, and now that her memory has awakened, it is wrong to give her a hard fee!Her bank account is here!

Shiratori Mariko immediately became vigilant, "What's the situation? You didn't do anything illegal, did you?"

She is now a little afraid that the police or someone else will come to her house and knock on the door in a second.

"Ah, no, I didn't remember," Feiya replied, "When I went out yesterday, I saw someone selling old computers, so I asked for them."

He gestured embarrassedly, "Sorry, I spent some money on grocery shopping, but I feel like I'm quite familiar with computers."

Fedya explained a little what he had done.

I mopped the floor yesterday. When I was shopping for vegetables, I met a kind-hearted civil servant. After inquiring about the relevant information, I got rid of my ID card. On the way back, I saw a second-hand store with a very low-priced laptop.

He thought about it, bought it with money, subconsciously searched the Internet when he came back, and inexplicably accepted an order about programming.

Because it is a very complicated page production, and it is urgent, Fei Jia has been busy since yesterday, and has just finished writing it now, earning a lot of money.

The owner gave the money very readily, and left a message to give him a five-star praise, looking forward to continuing to cooperate next time.

As for the bank card account, Fei Jia saw it from the paper receipt when cleaning the house.

Shiratori Mariko was a little surprised, and then the look in his eyes changed.

She didn't doubt that Fei Jia had recovered his memory. To be honest, with his memory recovered, why did he transfer the money to her account?It doesn't make sense.

Now she just thinks what Wujo Satoru said is absolutely right.

With such a powerful technology, and suffering from a "curse", there must be some ulterior secret, and now this big trouble is left at home by her, and she doesn't know what to do, and now she sends the money she earned to Her account is up.

At that time, the memory will recover, and she will not be able to speak clearly even if she has ten mouths.

Shiratori Mariko looked at Fei Jia, who had a headache, and felt that the best solution was there, but she didn't know whether the person in front of her would accept it or not.

She hesitated for a moment, and then asked, "I shouldn't have the money. In this way, I'll help you find a separate house nearby. How about you live in it first?"

"Mr. Fei Jia, since you can make money and have the basic ability to take care of yourself," Mariko Shiratori said tactfully, "it's not suitable to live in my house anymore, right?"

It just so happened that the money just transferred to her account was enough to rent a similar house for three months.