Only 100 days left in life

Shiratori Mariko was amused by this sentence before she could get out of the surprise of finally seeing Kizaki Wild Rose after waiting for a long time.

Before she could speak, Zenyuan Maki pressed her shoulder.

"You actually guessed it!" Yuuhito Katsuobu on the other side said skillfully, "Nagizaki, I didn't expect your intuition to be so accurate!"

Judging by this proficient tone, it is definitely not the first time to do this kind of thing.

The dog on one side also nodded, "Salmon!"

"I didn't expect you to guess it, Nagasaki," Panda stretched out his paw and scratched his face, "The situation is very troublesome now."

Nagasaki Wild Rose, who was just guessing at first, also became serious.

"Is he really in there?" She looked suspiciously at the crowd, and then at the closed door, "That's right, it's not unusual for that idiot Gojo Satoru to do anything—"

Kakizaki's shoulder was suddenly patted.

She turned her head suddenly, and found Gojo Satoru standing next to her, looking at her with a sad face.

"Teacher, I'm so sad," Gojo Satoru said sadly, "Is this how I look in Nagizaki's eyes?"

He made a heartbreaking gesture in an extremely exaggerated manner, "The sad heart will be broken."

Nagasaki Wild Rose first breathed a sigh of relief, then rolled her eyes mercilessly.

"Pull it down," she said, "you will be sad?"

Gojo Satoru shrugged and skipped the subject, "Yo, where are you all?"

He said with a smile, "There is also Shiratori—was yesterday's dessert delicious?"

Suddenly being called, Shiratori Mariko paused, but she couldn't think of an answer to this question.

She really didn't want to recall the taste of that dessert.

On the other hand, Fu Heisher on the other side let out a muffled laugh, as if he could still remember her embarrassment yesterday.

Fu Heihui looked up at Fu Heisher, asking him if he knew something.

Fu Heisher raised his eyebrows, but said nothing.

"It's not bad," Shiratori Mariko said reluctantly after holding back for a long time, "it's not bad."

Can't say it's unpalatable.In fact, it's okay, but she feels tired after the first bite, and the second bite is still greasy, and she can't eat anymore

"Do you like it?" Gojo Satoru seemed very happy, "That's good. It's a summer limited edition that I've waited in line for a long time. Next time I go shopping, I'll order another one for you!"

He looked at Shiratori Mariko and asked with a smile, "How is it, Shiratori, am I caring?"

In fact, the gift he gave yesterday was a dessert he had ordered in advance, and he remembered the sweetness when he finished his work to pick it up, but he couldn’t buy it at other places temporarily, and it was too late to change the taste, so he just took it back. It wasn't sent on purpose.

But Shiratori is also quite interesting.

Gojo Satoru looked at Mariko Shiratori who was silent and whose expression gradually changed, and touched his chin.

"Am I caring?" he asked again.

"No need," Shiratori Mariko said with a dark face, "I don't like to eat this kind of taste either-you bastard did it on purpose, and I will put bitter melon in your mouth next time, hear without?"

She took a step back, obviously her intention of refusing was obvious, but Gojo Satoru, that bastard, doesn't even know what it means to understand the air? !In any case, she must never taste what triple sugar tastes like, never again! !

"Ah, what," Gojo Gojo said pretendingly, "I thought Shiratori would like this gift."

He winked at Shiratori Mariko, "I like it so much~"

It’s like a giant white cat meowing and asking people to buy it their favorite dried fish, and there’s even a feeling of “I’m sharing a gift you like so much, but you don’t like it, I’m so sad”, shaking Ears and paws stretched out to make the other party feel a little guilty.

Mariko Shiratori, who was so tired of sugar that her mouth was bitter now, put on a wooden face, "No, I don't know, don't ask me to increase the amount for you."

She absolutely does not allow the desserts she makes to have three times the sugar, which is already a lethal amount for teeth.

"No, no one would like that kind of gift, right?" Fu Heihui, who roughly understood what happened, complained, "How many times the sugar?"

Shiratori Mariko silently made a "three" gesture.

"Wow, it's too sweet!" Kibonashi Yuhito said in surprise, "Does Gojo-sensei actually like such a high degree of sweetness?"

He thought about it seriously, "Sure enough, if it were me, I would definitely not be able to accept this kind of sweetness. It can only be one and a half times at most."

"I can't either," Yoshino Junpei gestured at the side, "For me, it's probably half sugar."

"Huh? No wonder you are so skinny," Nagasaki Yarose patted Yoshino Junpei dissatisfied, "It's too much!"

She also thought about it, "My words—three points!"

"Is that so," Gojo Satoru said, "Oh, I'm so sad, there's no one who tastes the same as me, Sensei~"

"I can't see how sad this guy is at all," Mariko Shiratori and Zenyuan Maki beside him complained, "Has he really reflected on it?"

"Just get used to it," Chanyuan Maki said calmly, "I'll tell you a ghost story. I remembered the blue-haired girl from the neighboring school—it seems to be called Sanwa. She actually admired this guy."

When she heard Sanlun Xia talk about this incident, she was quite surprised, "I didn't expect that people like this kind of people are admired."

"Then after the fireworks at three o'clock, I took off the powder."

"Hey, don't be so harsh on my handsome teacher," Gojo Satoru took out a bunch of weird dolls from behind, "Dangdang—do you want some other gifts then?"

His handsome face was squeezed between the dolls, "How about it, am I cute when I am set off like this?"

Everyone quickly turned their heads and adopted a strategy of ignoring him.

"It's gone," Shiratori Mariko said, "Let's go in first."

She looked around, and found that except for Otoko Yuta who was still on a mission outside, the students of the Tokyo Metropolitan High School of Curse Arts were basically all there.

It was originally just a private invitation, but it actually looked like a school event.

Shiratori Mariko expressed a great headache.

"Okay," Nagasaki Wild Rose said a little annoyed, "Fools, give way, Nagasaki Wild Rose is about to open the door!"

She squeezed away the knotweed Yuren and the dog curly spine standing at the front, stood at the door and took out the key, "It's really troublesome, I said, why do you think of it and run to my dormitory?"

The culprit, Mariko Shiratori, silently raised her hand.

"I ran into it on the road," she explained, "I just came over and said, we may need to add a few people to our seaside trip."

Just at this time, Nagasaki Ye Qiangwei opened the door, she pushed the door open, and asked casually, "How many people are there?"

No wonder so many people are here, wait, so many people, then it should be—

"Almost," Shiratori Mariko said guiltily, "five, six, seven, or eight."

She paused, "But you may not have time, so let's arrange your task deadlines first."

A group of people squeezed into the dormitory of Rose Nagasaki, almost occupying the small room.

Shiratori Mariko found that her room was extraordinarily tidy and full of things, especially the bulging closet, as if twice as many clothes were stuffed into it.

"Okay," Nagasaki Yarose threw the hair dye in her hand on the table, and sat on the bed by herself, "Miss Maki, Shiratori, you can sit wherever you want."

The implication is that boys sit on the ground for me.

Shiratori Mariko picked up the hair dye that was poured on the table and took a look.

"It's this brand of hair dye," she said skillfully, "Is Wild Rose planning to dye her hair?"

"Ah, yes," Nagasaki said, "Actually, my hair was dyed."

She flicked a pinch to show to Shiratori Mariko, "Does it match my eye color?"

"Yes," Shiratori Mariko sat down beside her, "shall I dye it for you next time?"

She said with a smile, "I'm pretty good at dyeing my hair! I tried it a while ago, and I still have a little conditioner in stock at home."

"Hey, what, are you going to the beach?" Gojo Satoru squeezed in from the side, and sat down on the only chair.

"I want to go too! I knew that you must be thinking of your dear, handsome and invincible teacher Wutiao—"

"No," Zenyuan Maki interrupted him, "I want you to set aside the task time, let's check."

She said ruthlessly, "You bastard, please make it clear to me, you are just a tool man."

"What, don't you take mine?" Gojo Satoru looked at Shiratori Mariko, "Shiratori~"

He blinked his eyes behind the sunglasses, and said in a sweet tone, "I want to go too, Shiratori!"

"Huh? Me," Shiratori Mariko, who was chatting with Nagasaki Wild Rose about how to dye her hair more efficiently, finally recalled why she came here, "Okay, you come here."

Seeing Gojo Satoru's look of success, she added with a smile, "Then let's all go together, and leave the holidays to you, Teacher Wujo?"

Mariko Shiratori was wearing a sportswear today, and she folded her hands like this, sitting neatly on the bed, obviously she looked similar to the previous few days, with the loose sportswear, she seemed a little thinner.

Her smiling eyebrows are curved, looking gentle and sly, the sun shines into her eyes, and the caramel-colored eyes reflect a little beautiful luster.

Hearing the phrase "Teacher Gojo", Gojo Satoru's breath paused.

After a while, he said as if nothing happened, "Please me? It's okay. Speaking of which, I have changed my vacation in advance."

"Is that why there are so many missions recently?" Fu Heihui asked sharply.

These students are exorcising the curse spirit almost as if they are spinning continuously. Before that, he guessed that it was because the season was about to change, and the number of curse spirits also increased. So it turned out that this guy adjusted the general task rhythm?No wonder.

"Yeah," Gojo Satoru said with a smile, "I didn't expect that! Isn't it a surprise~"

He stretched out his hand and gestured, "I reserved the team building time in advance, that's quite a lot of vacation!"

"—You idiot!"

Everyone rushed forward angrily.

Shiratori Mariko blinked unexpectedly.

Then she couldn't help laughing at the students who were struggling to beat Gojo Satoru but couldn't touch anyone at all.