Only 100 days left in life

Tokyo Magic College, playground.

"I saw all the super-level magic spirits that can talk and bring them back~" Gojo Wu twisted around, put his hands together, and said to his students, "For such an important matter, please leave it to Yi Gu!"

"Don't ask me for such a strange gift, Gojo-sensei," Otoko Yuta said helplessly, "it will cause trouble to others."

After a pause, he said softly, "—but if it is your request, I will do it."

"Oh, as expected of Yi Gu," Gojo Satoru patted him on the shoulder, "It's so reliable that even my teacher wants to rely on it~"

"You are too easy to talk, Oto. If you want me to say, you should not listen to this kind of guy's strange suggestion!" Maki raised her eyebrows, "But you?"

"Ah, yes," Otoko replied with a smile, "Teacher Wujo, Goju, Panda, Lixiang and Shiratori, including Maki, I won't refuse."

There was a strange movement coming from the top of his head, he subconsciously stopped talking, and looked up to the sky.

There was a clear cracking sound, which seemed to be that the barrier of Tianyuan was shattered, and the six eyes, which were born to collect information, suddenly began to transmit a large amount of information. , Enemy attacks appeared in all directions.

Cursing spirits and curse masters are intermingled with different levels, but the number is astonishing. Like ants trying to kill an elephant, they swarm towards the location of the Tokyo Curse High School.

"It seems that you may not have to leave, Yigu," Gojo Satoru quickly explained, "There are four forces running towards the infirmary, here, the college dormitory, and Tianyuan. They should be cursers and cursers from outside. ——It should have broken through the barrier of Tianyuan through a special spell."

Yi Gu Youta, who was originally relaxed, also became serious.

"What should I do?" he asked.

"Go to Nitro," Gojo Satoru briefly ordered, "The principal should have already rushed to the vicinity of Tianyuan. The rest of the people should not move. The first-level conjurer who is on standby near the high school is already rushing to the vicinity of the dormitory. .”

He himself met the guy who was speeding up and falling in his direction without dodging or avoiding, "——I didn't expect that dead people would cheat corpses."

"I'm the one who should be surprised," said the guy who avoided him sensitively, laughing, "A genius is a genius, and it's a foul to be able to learn the reversal technique the day after tomorrow, isn't it, kid from the Wutiao family?"

Tokyo, inside a club.

Not only are there five mobile phones on his feet and shoulders, but he is typing on the keyboard with both hands as if possessed by an octopus. It is as common as fried eggs, leisurely and natural.

The speed is top-notch, the attitude is top-notch, and he can talk to twenty people at the same time, but he can tell who is who and who needs to undertake what business. picky.

"Is there anything else?" Saiki Kusuo asked politely, "It's all taken care of."

The company manager who originally wanted to make things difficult for the newcomer was completely stunned.

Originally, I just wanted to toss the juniors according to the usual practice, and enjoy the feeling of being a senior, but, but

"No, no, no," said the manager hastily, "There's nothing else to do! You are really, really amazing!"

Unconsciously, he changed into honorifics, and he even brought a bit of crying, "I am not worthy, I am not worthy to be a senior! I have shamed the company! Sorry, you should be the manager, Mr. Qi Mu, I really do unworthy-"

Saiki Kusuo interrupted his emotion, obviously not very interested in this emotion.

"Can I go back?" He looked at his watch and reconfirmed, "I have finished all the overtime tasks, can I go back?"

It was not a particularly pleasant experience to be called back to the company to work overtime as soon as I got home.

Fortunately, however, he doesn't need to bother with too much work.No need at all, nothing can bother him.

"Of course!" the manager said excitedly, "If you can't leave work early, I can't think of anyone else who can go back!"

He opened his mouth to praise such an achievement that is so excellent that it can be used as a model, but he couldn't find a few decent words after searching his brain, so he could only praise reluctantly, "——It's too strong!"

"Oh, is that so?" Saiki Kusuo said flatly, "That's good."

He got up, "Then I'll go back first."

This kind of praise could not arouse his inner fluctuations at all, and even made Saiki Kusuo a little boring because of the mediocrity.

Leaving aside the manager who probably won't find fault with him in the future, he began to calculate the time and money it would take to take the bus from here.

"Okay, okay!" The manager wiped his sweat, turned around, and met the boss's gaze.

His heart skipped a beat, and he reluctantly explained, "That's right, boss, this Mr. Qi Mu——"

"No, you don't need to explain," the boss pushed aside the manager, and walked in front of Saiki Kusuo seriously, "I've seen everything."

"You are the kind of talent we need!" He excitedly grabbed the hands of the new employee who joined the company, "Qimu, not bad! You are indeed the employee I brought in! That's it, you are perfect!"

The boss looked like he was hit in the chest by the god of work. He looked at Kusuo Saiki with tears in his eyes, "I'll give you a promotion! I'll give you a raise!"

The entrance of the college dormitory.

"No," Shiratori Mariko resolutely refused, "I did not agree."

She stood up, and while holding the dialed phone close to her ear, she stated to the familiar person in front of her, "I have already called Wutiaowu and them—if you don't want to cause trouble, I advise you to leave quickly. This time I will Just pretend you didn't see it."

The person in front of him had long hair draped over his shoulders and was slightly blown by the wind. He looked calm and peaceful, even a little laid-back and elegant.

Hearing Shiratori Mariko's words, he was not angry, but laughed instead, "Is that so?"

"Fake" Xia Youjie stretched out a hand to touch the world inside the door, trying to verify his conjecture, and at the moment when he was about to touch it, an invisible ripple spread out at that position.

The touch produced a burning sensation, and the "fake" Xia Youjie suddenly withdrew that hand.

As he guessed, there is a tent-like structure here, which is probably similar to the special structure around Shiratori Mariko herself.

The reaction last time was not so intense, and he could vaguely feel that the energy emanating from the door in front of him was gradually merging with Shiratori Mariko.

The high-level executive who paid a lot of money told him that as long as someone was in this room before, they could pass freely, and the encrypted information given also revealed these points.

However, whether it was the fact that there was a black-haired young man in the house before, but he couldn't get in, or the obvious rejection he felt today, it was very different from what he said.

Fortunately, he stayed behind.

Compared with the purely rational judgment of "prohibition", this apparently "expulsion" behavior surprised him even more.

It seems that not only the real person, but the "ability" of Miss Shiratori Mariko is also constantly growing.

On the other side, Mariko Shiratori, who was trying to call someone else, frowned.Neither Wujo Satoru, the teacher, nor students like Fukui Hui and Tiboni Yuhito, seemed to get busy all of a sudden by coincidence.

"What did you do?" she demanded. "Who the hell are you?"

"Fake" Xia Youjie raised his eyebrows, "Me? That's a long story."

With a slight force in his arm, he picked up the hostage thrown on the other side from the ground, "However, I think this is how we can have a good chat?"

Shiratori Mariko's pupils shrank slightly.

"Junpei?" She blurted out, "Why are you here?"

Junpei Yoshino, whose clothes were disheveled and with anger still in his eyes, turned to Mariko Shiratori, shook his head slightly, and signaled her not to worry about herself, and to close the door quickly.

His mouth was gagged, his hands were tied behind his back, and he was still struggling, looking quite embarrassed.

"Don't be so angry," said the man who shamelessly grabbed him from the toilet. "After all, I owe it to you to be able to squeeze into the high school of conjuration. I have heard real people mention you a lot. , Junpei?"

He patted Yoshino Junpei's face, and stood up again, "How is it, Miss Shiratori? What's your answer?"

"You left Junpei outside the door." After weighing for a moment, Shiratori Mariko still chose to compromise, "I'll let you in."

She looked at the person in front of her coldly, and tried to negotiate according to her intuition, "This is a quid pro quo."

The person in front of her seemed surprised by her bargaining, "I'm not a fool, Miss Shiratori. Don't let me in, I'll just kill him here, how about it?"

Mariko Shiratori twitched the corners of her mouth, "If Junpei dies before your goal is achieved, you will have no leverage, will you?"

She took two steps back, "Equivalent exchange, you have to pay something, sir."

"Fake" Xia Youjie smiled and clapped his hands, "You're right, Miss Shiratori."

"Well, I didn't actually think about taking hostages," he said, "but thinking that Miss Shiratori is not a fool, it may not be particularly easy to convince. I feel more at ease with an acquaintance in my hand, right?"

Shiratori Mariko paused, and finally found this person in the corner of her memory.

"Takumi Harue," she stated, "I remembered—it was you."

The person in front of him shrugged and released Junpei's rope.

"You can call me." He seemed to be hesitant on this question, "Call me Xia Youjie. Excuse me, can you let me in now?"

Shiratori Mariko glanced at him, not quite understanding why he had to ask for his permission.

The villains have done everything these days, so do they still want to maintain this superficial politeness?Are all vicious villains this hypocritical now?

"Come in," she said.

At this moment, the half-hidden door was pushed open.

"Shiratori," Fei Jia walked in holding a pile of hot pot ingredients, "when will it be open—"

Seeing the guy who didn't look like a nice guy walking from the bathroom to the living room, Fei Jia quietly put the pots, pans, and ingredients in the entrance, and closed the door behind him.

He stood beside Shiratori Mariko, "It's you again."

"It's me. Speaking of which, are you planning to have dinner?" "Fake" Xia Youjie asked with a smile, "It seems that I came at the wrong time?"

He sat down calmly, "Then I have the honor—"

"No," Fedya interrupted him.

He stared at the uninvited guy in front of him, showing the same smile, "I'm afraid not, sir."