Only 100 days left in life

After taking a deep breath, Shiratori Mariko reached out and grabbed the hem of Fuheshel's vest, "No, wait a minute. Yes, and you, Mr. Chuya."

She looked at the two of them and asked sincerely, "Do you have to fight? Can you not stop?"

Mariko Shiratori doesn't want to watch the fight anymore.Really, not at all.

Fu Hesher looked at her with an inexplicable look.

"He gives money," he said the most simple truth with a fierce appearance.

Obviously, this woman's family is also short of money, so she shouldn't be happy to see such a large income, right?

For some reason, Shiratori Mariko saw some accusations and vague grievances from it.

"But there's no need to earn this money, right?" she said a bit tangled, "What if there is a problem with the phone, and the medical bills are more than what I paid? And I don't want to see you fight."

She has to go to other places for a while.

"But it's very interesting," Dazai Osamu walked to her side, "Don't you think Shiratori?"

He smiled and said, "Do you think Mr. Shi'er will win, or Zhongye? I will beat Mr. Shi'er."

"No, I don't want to watch the fight," Shiratori Mariko insisted, "Fuheshier, are you listening?"

She clenched the mineral water bottle in her hand, and raised her voice, "I'm your employer now! Do you hear me, no fights!"

Fu Heisher has already slowly started to take off his vest, his muscular muscles are exposed to the air, glowing with a bronze luster.

"I have so many employers," he glanced at Shiratori Mariko, and said lazily, "You are really rare."

Uncommonly poor.

Shiratori Mariko twitched the corner of her mouth.

"Then I'm sorry to have wronged you," she complained.

Seeing that Fuheshier couldn't make sense, Shiratori Mariko looked at Nakahara Chuya again, hoping to find a breakthrough from him.

Obviously, she was disappointed.

"Mr. Nakaya? Mr. Nakaya?" Shiratori Mariko called several times, but Nakahara Chuya didn't respond.

On the other hand, Osamu Dazai was fanning the flames, "Ah, ah, I will definitely see Fu Hei-jun defeating the port afia today. Gravity makes me look forward to it!"

Under such instigation, Zhongyuan Zhong also took off his gloves and choker, rolled up his sleeves, and acted as if he had to beat him, and he would be inhuman if he didn't beat him.

"I'm definitely going to win! Just wait and see, bastard Dazai!" He said angrily, completely ignoring what Shiratori Mariko was saying.

Mariko Shiratori, who was neglected, had twitching veins on her forehead, almost unable to restrain her anger.

"I said, don't fight," she asked through gritted teeth, almost creaking the mineral water bottle in her hand, "Is anyone listening to me?!"

Obviously not.

Not only Fu Heisher was determined to make this quick money, but even Zhongyuan Zhong on one side stood on the opposite side.

Shiratori Mariko took a deep breath, and unscrewed the cap of the mineral water bottle neatly.

Then it splashed directly towards Fuhesher's position.

Unprepared, he was suddenly attacked by Shiratori Mariko with water, and Fuheshier didn't hide, but turned around instead.

Drops of water rolled down from his bare shoulders and back, reflecting the afterglow as they meandered down, leaving traces of wetness.

This is what he did not expect.Things are getting interesting.

"So you have this special habit?" He licked the scar at the corner of his mouth.

"Listen to what I'm talking about!" Mariko Shiratori said violently, "I said no fighting! Do you hear me!"

She simply threatened, "If you do this again, next time you watch a horse betting, I'll unplug the wire, understand?"

"Tsk."

Although he looked very upset, Fu Heisher gave up his plan to continue fighting, "Forget it."

"What, don't you fight?" Nakahara Nakaya, who was extremely annoyed by Osamu Dazai in his ear, said subconsciously, "But I have money!"

What's the matter?Can't forget it?He has enough money, if not enough, he can add more.

Shiratori Mariko couldn't restrain her anger, and poured the remaining water on the Central Plains.

"I told you it's not about money!" She said angrily, "Shut up, too!"

Osamu Dazai, who escaped in time, stood beside Mariko Shiratori, clutching his stomach, and laughed mercilessly, "Hahahaha, I didn't expect you to be splashed with water by a woman one day, slug!"

Let him always threaten him with sending his address to the former woman, and he will be punished.

The empty mineral water bottle hit Dazai Osamu on the head impartially, maximizing his remaining value.

"You, shut up!" Shiratori Mariko roared unbearably, "Yes, especially you, Osamu Dazai! Don't provoke any more trouble!"

Dazai finally shut up.

Shiratori Mariko breathed a sigh of relief and clapped her hands.

"Is there anyone else to say?" She said impatiently, "Is there nothing?"

The three shook their heads in unison.

"That's good," Mariko Shiratori continued to ask, "Stop fighting?"

The three shook their heads again.

After getting this answer, Shiratori Mariko nodded contentedly.

"Very well," she said kindly, "don't do that next time."

There was silence on the field, only Osamu Dazai raised his hand after thinking for a moment.

"Then—Shiratori, do you still want to eat?" He said brightly, "Shall I treat you?"

In the hand he raised, there was a shiny silver card sandwiched between the index finger and middle finger.

"The balance is enough to go to the buffet, shall we go together?"

Zhong Yuanzhong also patted the windbreaker that was not wet at all, and put it on his shoulders.

He said angrily, "It's really strange that you guys will treat guests one day——"

Osamu Dazai put the card back into his pocket.

"It's not my money anyway," he said casually, "it's the same wherever you spend it."

"Huh?" Zhong Yuanzhong also glanced at him, "Whose money are you going to steal again?"

"Hahaha, who knows."

After Dazai Osamu left a word, he pulled Shiratori Mariko and walked towards the cafeteria.

"By the way, what would Shiratori want to eat later? How about insect sashimi?"

"No, isn't it a seafood restaurant? And it's not good to use other people's money."

"It doesn't matter, that person will definitely not care~ Compared to this, Shiratori can think about what to eat later."

There was a light rain on the way, fine and dense, reflecting the fading sunset and blending into the boundless night.

The wind also turned cold uncharacteristically. It was obviously summer, but the raindrops hit the arms, but there was a bone-chilling chill on the face.

Mariko Shiratori didn't bring an umbrella when she went out today, but luckily she wore a hat.

She rubbed her bare arms a little, "Mr. Dazai, how far is it?"

"Hurry up," Osamu Dazai said, turning around, "there's not much to go."

Even in the unexpected situation of rain, he still walked in the predetermined direction calmly, his coat fluttering with the wind, making him look taller and thinner.

Shiratori Mariko nodded, "Then let's hurry up."

Just as she was about to follow closely, a black windbreaker was rolled over her head.

Clutching the coat that fell off suddenly, Shiratori Mariko looked at the owner of the coat in a daze.

"Mr. Chuya," she asked hesitantly, "is this coat?"

Nakahara Chuya's long orange hair was scattered on his shoulders. After removing the pure black trench coat, the brown vest carefully outlined his slender waist.

He tidied his gloves slowly, obviously with a wild and unrestrained appearance, but with a bit of abstinence.

Shiratori Mariko looked at the waist of Chuya Nakahara, who was about the same height as her own.

Ah, it's thinner than my waist.

Seeing Shiratori Mariko looking at him silently, Nakahara was also a little puzzled.

"Put it on first," he explained after a while, a little unaccustomed, "Don't think too much, return it to me later."

Shiratori Mariko looked at him a little puzzled.But it's clear that he has only splashed water on him before, right?Don't you care about it at all?

Including the previous time, it was already the second time.Does the current afia emphasize this kind of good character of being helpful?

"Hey, don't look at me with that look," Zhong Yuanzhong said in disbelief, "Am I the kind of person who cares about everything?"

Would he hold on to things like throwing half a bottle of water at him?Is your current image not right to this extent?

Shiratori Mariko blinked.

"I misunderstood," she said with a smile, "Mr. Chuya is a very good person."

As afia being praised as a good person, although I know it is a compliment, I always feel weird.

Zhong Yuanzhong held up his hat, not quite used to it, "You can do whatever you want."

As if a strange mechanism had been activated by Mariko Shiratori's compliment, Fuhesher also turned his head.

"You can't walk anymore?" He said bluntly, "Do you want me to hug you?"

"That's unnecessary," Shiratori Mariko said stiffly, "Let's go."

She put on her coat and ran forward, panting to Dazai Osamu's side.

No, don't be so enthusiastic, she can't stand it!

Dazai is still safe here.

As soon as he breathed a sigh of relief, Osamu Dazai turned his head to look at her.

"Wow, it's Chuya's windbreaker. Speaking of which, Chuya only wears this windbreaker all year round, it seems to be this all the time," he said exaggeratedly, "Shiratori, you should be careful, his clothes are very expensive Yes, don’t break it, you will lose your fortune~”

"How much?" Shiratori Mariko asked suspiciously.

Then Osamu Dazai reported an astonishing number.

Shiratori Mariko was stunned for a moment.

"How much?" She asked tremblingly, "Did I hear wrong, definitely"

"That's right, it's expensive. If it's damaged, you might have to work for him forever." Osamu Dazai suddenly realized, "Oh, that's how it is. That's why I lent the windbreaker to him. Shiratori's?"

He said meaningfully, "Chuya is really, do you still mind what happened in the afternoon?"

Then Osamu Dazai was slapped hard on the head by Nakahara Nakaya next to him.

"Dazai, you are the one who never changes his coat all year round!"

Hearing these words, Mariko Shiratori subconsciously glanced at Osamu Dazai.

It seems to be true. It seems that Osamu Dazai was wearing this dress at first, has he not changed it all the time? !

Nakahara also withdrew his hand, looked at Shiratori Mariko who was in a state of shock, and slowed down his tone, "Don't listen to his nonsense, it doesn't matter if it breaks."

He coughed, "I have many of the same style."