Only 100 days left in life

Looking at the pile of horse racing tickets in front of her, Mariko Shiratori's expression went blank for a moment.

"Let me make sure again," she asked very slowly, "I really bought all the betting tickets, right?"

Maybe she heard it wrong, no one would really spend all their money on horse racing, this kind of thing is completely impossible——

"Yeah," Fu Heisher gave her a strange look, "What's wrong?"

With a flat tone and a calm expression, it seems that he has not done anything out of line, and he is fussed by Mariko Shiratori's reaction.

Shiratori Mariko nodded, then fell silent for a moment.

Let her be quiet first, one month's living expenses, help, she can't be at peace at all!This is not a matter of buying candy!

Although it was said that the money was given to Fu Heisher and he never thought of getting it back, but he actually spent all the money on the first day he got it.

It's just too scary.It's unimaginably terrifying for a person like Mariko Shiratori who picks and searches for a living.

Shiratori Mariko secretly warned herself not to give him more money next time, and turned to Fuheshier again, "That, let me explain first."

She racked her brains to think about the beginning, "I'm sorry, but I'm really poor."

Fuheshier glanced at her.

"Oh," he said calmly, "I see. So?"

Mariko Shiratori choked on this sentence, and she felt that she should not ask in detail about such self-defeating things as "where can I find out".

She took a deep breath, and then continued, "So, please don't buy race tickets like this next time."

Fu Heisher didn't care, or nodded without listening at all, which was considered perfunctory.

His eyes are still fixed on the running horses on the TV, as if the joy that horse racing can bring him is unparalleled.

This kind of attitude is not what you listen to at all.

Forget it, I guess I can't go back now, let's find a way to remedy it.

With a bit of a headache, Mariko Shiratori counted the race tickets one by one, and then took out the newspapers ordered two months ago at home.

She found an old notebook again, spread out the rest of the newspapers, looked for sections about horse racing, cut them out one by one, and put them aside.

Classifying, sorting, and then integrating were busy for half an hour, and the initial preparations were just done.

Shiratori Mariko stood up from her original kneeling position, intending to pour a glass of water before continuing, but bumped into a thick wall of flesh.

Fu Heisher, who didn't know when she stood behind her, looked straight at the newspaper on her desk, and asked with great interest, "Do you know how to bet on horses?"

He does seem to be full of love for horse racing, and he can't wait to spend all his time on it.

Shiratori Mariko rubbed her sore shoulders, shook her head, "I don't know how to do it, I've gambled a few times before."

Betting on horses is really expensive. As a person with little spare money, Mariko Shiratori only gambled a few times.

And after buying betting tickets a few times, I have no interest in continuing to bet. After all, I just want to earn a sum of money to pay tuition fees, and I don't know much about horse racing, and I have no real interest.

"Did you win?" Fuheshier asked.

He glanced at Shiratori Mariko's notes, and turned his eyes not very interested, "You also like betting on horses?"

"Win, well, it doesn't count," Shiratori Mariko thought for a while as she got up and poured two glasses of lemonade, "At least it pays off every time."

She smiled, and handed one of the lemonades to Fuheshier, "No, I'm not particularly interested in horse racing."

Shiratori Mariko doesn't like the feeling of betting, so she doesn't like this kind of game, not to mention that there is no shortage of gamblers crowded in taverns.

She sat down, changed to a black pen, and began to record again.

In fact, she didn't know much about the so-called horse condition or the rider's information, let alone auxiliary factors such as the venue and the weather.

Mariko Shiratori was able to get away with not losing money before, mainly because of the analysis of the horse judges.

There are high and low points in any profession. Mariko Shiratori used to pick out the horse judges with the highest winning rate and the most number of successful predictions among the horse judges, and used them as a model for accurate predictions to place bets on.

Then calculate the bet amount of three to four combinations to ensure that the return of any combination is basically the same, so as to ensure that she will not lose money in the end. After all, the money is her meal expenses for half a month or more.

Although it was a few years ago, it is lucky that there are still many horse judges still working.

The black pen drew heavy ink marks on the draft paper, Shiratori Mariko continued to summarize seriously, hoping in her heart that at least one or two bets would be won.

After integrating and updating the information, Shiratori Mariko breathed a sigh of relief, and went to check the corresponding horse judges to find the horses to bet on.

She matched Fuheshier's race ticket with those horses, and then she was silent.

It cannot be said to be completely consistent, it can only be said to be irrelevant.

"You, how did you buy it?" Shiratori Mariko asked a little impatiently, "Did you choose it at random?"

Good guy, really, I bought so many, none of them could win.This luck is no one else, there are so many horse judges, none of them selected the few horses he bet on.

Shiratori Mariko roughly calculated that unless a miracle happened, it would be impossible not to lose money.Sure pay.

"Yeah, I just chose it because it looks pleasing to the eye. How about it?" Fu Heisher sat down on the edge of the table, poked his head to look at the numbers on the book, "I died once, I don't know how to gamble and still be like this—"

Seeing all the numbers crossed out, he clicked his tongue, "All right."

Anyway, Fuheshier is used to it.

Isn't it just losing money? Betting on horses is just having fun.

Shiratori Mariko pursed her lips, and even though she said she felt sorry for Qian, she still couldn't help laughing.

"I have a sincere suggestion," she tried to comfort Fuheshier, "Mr. Fuhei, in this way, I think you can set up a booth next to the tavern, and it says 'remove the wrong option' on it, how about it?"

The smile on her face looked uglier than crying, "I think at least I can make a fortune"

While talking, Shiratori Mariko couldn't speak anymore.

Today is Friday, and the first match will be held soon, so there must be no refunds.

It was too late to crush other horses now.Damn it, I should have come back earlier, no, I should have given up the option of giving him living expenses in the first place

"Forget it," Fu Heisher drank the water in the glass, "I just want to buy it."

He handed the cup back to Shiratori Mariko, looking very indifferent, as if it was not the betting ticket he bought himself, but Shiratori Mariko who was guaranteed a loss, so chic.

Strangely, Shiratori Mariko tasted a hint of comfort from it, no, she doesn't need comfort.She was the one who broke the money!

She sighed, washed the cup and put it back on the shelf, and started preparing for tomorrow's breakfast again.

At this moment, there was a knock on the door of Shiratori Mariko's house.

It should be Fei Jia who sent a message before and came to borrow a needle and thread.

Mariko Shiratori, who was washing the vegetables, turned off the faucet and was about to go to open the door for him, but saw that Fuheshier, who was sitting on the sofa watching the game, had already gone to the door.

"trouble."

Even though he said so, Fu Heisher dutifully pulled on his shoes and went to open the door.

"Ah, hello," the fair and thin young man outside the door smiled gently, "I live next door, you can call me Fei Jia. I'm here, may I ask you?"

He looked very weak, coughed occasionally, and seemed to have less than half a year to live.

The clothes she wears are also very strange.

How can anyone wear such a thick robe in the summer?And wearing a fleece hat, are you afraid that you won't die from the heat?

Fuheshier leaned against the door, not giving way to this unknown guy.

"Hey, someone is looking for you," he yelled inside, not caring what was wrong with calling the boss "Hi", "What's the name?"

"Feyya," Fedya added with a smile, "may I ask who you are?"

"Staying at her house temporarily," Fu Heisher smacked his lips, "it's barely a bodyguard."

"Let him in, please, Mr. Fuguro," Shiratori Mariko said casually, "You can take the needle and thread by yourself. I haven't touched it, so it should still be there."

It's still next to the cabinet on the balcony side of the living room.

Stuffing the vegetables in her hands into the water filter container, Shiratori Mariko raised her head by chance, and saw Fei Jia walking towards the balcony quite calmly.

Probably because Fuhesher thought the room was too stuffy, so he opened the window, and the wind that rushed into the room blew his cloak every now and then, causing little waves.

Why did you suddenly change into this dress?Didn't he wear such a heavy robe and hat after washing them before?

This thought vaguely flashed through Mariko Shiratori's mind, and she realized that he did not stop by the cabinet, but walked directly towards the balcony.

He directly opened the closed door and walked outside.

When turning around to close the door, Fedya smiled at Mariko Shiratori.

It was a smile that was hard to describe in words.

Very shallow, very light, and like the wind that cannot be caught.

Shiratori Mariko almost blinked, and the door closed.

She subconsciously looked at Fuheshier on the side, but saw that he was still lacking in interest.

"Did someone open the door just now?" Shiratori Mariko asked a little confused.

"Ah."

Fuheshier sat back in his seat and began to watch the replay.

Mariko Shiratori, who was not listening to him at all, let out a sigh of relief and smiled.

"Sure enough, I was stupid. I must have read it wrong. Probably, no one opened the door just now hahahahaha——"

"gone."

It was still an extremely calm answer.

Shiratori Mariko turned a deaf ear, and dragged her shoes to open the door in a trance, "Ah, not necessarily, maybe it's a prank. Wait a minute, I'll open the door and have a look."

Maybe she misunderstood it. How could someone like Fei Jia leave without a word?She must have been wrong.

"up to you."

The man on the couch responded.

She pushed the door of her house open and walked out, but the door of the opposite room was not closed.

Shiratori Mariko searched in and out, but couldn't even find the shadow.

She reached out to push the balcony door again, but no matter how many times she closed it and tried it again, it was still the same as the original closed balcony.

Clothes are floating on the poles, and potted plants are planted in the corner.

Shiratori Mariko sighed.

"So it's really gone," she said in a daze.

It's really gone.That's why he changed into his own clothes and left without saying a word.

The memory should also be restored, right?That's good.

Shiratori Mariko blinked her dry eyes, slowly squatted down, and hugged the dumpling who didn't know when she rubbed against the side.

Tuanzi froze for a moment, struggled to move as if she wanted to leave, then calmed down again after a while, raised her tail and patted her wrist comfortingly.