Only 100 days left in life

The wind blows softly, and several painted glass wind chimes hang under the eaves of the store, colliding with each other and making crisp sounds.

Mariko Shiratori was standing in front of the souvenir counter, holding two boxes of postcards, and was a bit tangled in asking about Rose Nagasaki next to her.

"Do you think this looks good," she gestured, "or this one?"

"It's all right," Kizaki Wild Rose glanced casually, and replied, "I don't think there is any difference."

She said lightly, "Anyway, I won't send postcards to others."

Shiratori Mariko was a little surprised, "Have you never sent it?"

She looked at Nagasaki Wild Rose, "Is there any for Fuhei?"

"That's not it," Nagasaki Wild Rose complained, "I sent it to those three idiots a few times, although I don't have much time to go out alone."

She thought for a while, "But apart from them, there are very few people I can send postcards to. It's unnecessary. Who is Shiratori going to send to?"

"For Otoko and Satoka," Shiratori Mariko replied briskly, "and Nitro, after all, they didn't come, it's a pity to miss them."

She picked up the third box, "I think the postcards here are really interesting, I want to buy them all."

"Then buy them all," Nagasaki Wild Rose said straightforwardly, "Don't worry about such details, just buy them all if you like them."

She walked quickly to another position, picked up a piece of clothing, and gestured to Shiratori Mariko, "Let me see, I think this one is quite suitable for you. Turn around and have a look?"

It was an off-the-shoulder chiffon skirt, white with beige flowers, simple but with a gentle luster.

Shiratori Mariko put the postcard box in her hand aside, and turned around cooperatively.

"Is that so? Is it suitable for me?"

Nagasaki Yarose looked up and down Shiratori Mariko, and finally felt that there was nothing to be picky about.

"Well," she nodded, "it's really good! Do you want to try it?"

Shiratori Mariko nodded and said with a smile, "Okay."

She took the skirt handed over by Nagasaki Wild Rose, took off the hanger, and walked towards the fitting room.

Picking a room at random, and after confirming that there was no one inside, Mariko Shiratori opened the curtain and planned to go in with her skirt on.

At this moment, the sound of the curtain being pulled open came from the fitting room next to it.

"Nagizaki, Shiratori," Zenin Maki with long hair poked her head out from the curtain, "Is anyone still there? My zipper got stuck—hey Shiratori, are you coming to try on clothes too?"

"Yes," Shiratori Mariko nodded, "Then let me help you."

She put the clothes in the fitting room on the other side and squeezed into this small fitting room.

"Anyway, that's the basic situation," Zenin Maki said.

She tugged on the sides of the skirt with difficulty, "I just thought the style of this dress was not bad, it's a damn."

Of course Zenyuan Maki himself would not choose such clothes.

Since she abandoned the Chanyuan family, she usually wears sportswear, whatever is comfortable for her, so she has almost forgotten how to wear skirts for so many years.

Just picked up this skirt, just suddenly realized that it should be very suitable for my sister Zenyuan Zhenyi.

It just so happened that the relationship between the two has eased a lot recently, Zenyuan Maki simply took the skirt over, intending to try it out to see if it fits, and if it fits, you can send it back to her, after all, they are twins with the same body shape.

But because the tied ponytail was untied when changing clothes, the hair fell down, so, no doubt, the hair was entangled in the zipper, and it became tighter and tighter because of Zenyuan Maki's rough pulling.

Mariko Shiratori stood behind her, looking helplessly at the zipper that was almost destroyed by violence, and began to grope to undo the zipper with her hands.

"Maki doesn't often wear skirts, does she?" she said, "It feels like you rarely wear skirts."

"Yeah," Chanyuan Maki muttered, "I don't know what to wear with such a troublesome thing."

She held the clothes in one hand, and brushed up her hair on the other side, "Is this better?"

"It's true that the skirt is a little troublesome, but it's very beautiful to wear," Mariko Shiratori said intently, "You don't move yet."

She tried to move the zipper down a little, and then gently wrapped the hair that was stuck in it out, "Well, it's done!"

"Huh," Chanyuan Maki heaved a sigh of relief, "It's finally done. I'm sorry to trouble you!"

She said cheerfully, "I'll treat you to some ice cream later, shall I? There's an ice cream shop nearby, call Nagizaki!"

"Okay," Shiratori Mariko said with a smile.

She got out of Zenyuan Maki's fitting room, and then walked to her own fitting room.

Shiratori Mariko changed into that dress, then looked at herself in the mirror, a little surprised at the bruise on her shoulder.

The purple one seems to have been there for a while, probably because I didn't know when it hit somewhere.

But the dress is still pretty.

Shiratori Mariko thought for a while, then changed the skirt, folded it, and changed back to the previous short sleeves and pants.

"Very good!" Shiratori Mariko told Nagasaki Wild Rose and Zenin Maki who were waiting outside, "I think it fits very well."

She put the dress on the counter together with the three boxes of postcards from the previous photo, and said happily, "It's been a long wait, then I'll buy it first."

After a while, the three shoppers returned to the beach with an ice cream in their hands after throwing their shopping back to the hotel.

In the hot summer, is there anything more comfortable than sitting on the beach and enjoying the sea breeze while eating ice cream?No!

With a light lick, the rich milk flavor and the aroma of matcha linger on the tip of the tongue, with an icy and cool breath, which is undoubtedly a good product for relieving summer heat.

The mellowness of milk is mixed with the slight bitterness of matcha. The sweetness and bitterness are entangled together, which is refreshing and has a special cottony feeling.

After eating the ice cream slowly, Shiratori Mariko took the pen on the table and planned to start writing a postcard.

Before she could start writing, someone put a hand on her back.

"Shiratori—" Gojo Satoru asked with a smile, "What are you doing?"

He didn't look at himself as an outsider at all, "'To Yigu', uh, you want to write a postcard to Yuta? Is it already written for me? Let me look through it!"

Shiratori Mariko froze for a moment.

Nagasaki Rose got out from under the table, still holding an ice cream scoop in her mouth.

"No, Shiratori didn't write it for you, right?" She said a little speechlessly, "Aren't you here? Why did you ask her to write it for you?"

In comparison, Oto-senpai, who was obviously left by Gojo Satoru to work overtime in Tokyo, needs postcards more, after all, he didn't come.

"Could it be that I can't let Shiratori write for me here?" Gojo Gori said bluntly, "Compared to Yuta, a perfect couple who is always with Lixiang, of course, a lonely man like me needs Shiratori. Postcards are here to comfort you~”

He clasped his hands together and looked at Shiratori Mariko, "Shiratori, I want it too, I want it too!"

Shiratori Mariko sighed.

"Okay," she said, "I'll write for you."

"Hey, what?" Nagasaki Wild Rose refused to be outdone, "Then I want it too!"

"Okay," Shiratori Mariko replied with a smile, "I'll write for you too."

So, it was predictable that it would turn out like this in the end, right?

The whole afternoon was wasted writing postcards.

After hearing that she agreed to write a postcard, the rest of the people ran over and asked her for a postcard as if to join in the fun.

What can Shiratori Mariko do? Even Wujo Satoru agreed, so it's hard to refuse others.There is a feeling of pain and joy.

Shiratori Mariko, who had written a dozen postcards and was really tired, rubbed her wrists, and said to Fukuroe beside her in distress, "Why do you want me to write them? Isn't it all here?"

Although writing postcards is not tiring, it takes time to write different words.

Fu Heihui sighed helplessly.

"You should have expected this after you said yes to that guy," he said calmly.

In the end, only he and Jianren Qihai didn't want it, which is very reasonable.

Shiratori Mariko thought for a while, then nodded affirmatively.

"Yes," she put away the last postcard and handed it to Fu Heihui beside her, "Your, take it."

Seeing Megumi Fukuro who was a little stunned, Mariko Shiratori laughed.

"It's impossible to miss yours," she said briskly, "I'll send the last one to Mr. Qihai first."

Fu Heihui took the postcard and nodded.

"Okay," he whispered.

By the time Shiratori Mariko came back from delivering the postcard, it was already sunset.

She took out her mobile phone, and originally planned to send a message to Jiarui Nitrozi to ask about yesterday's situation, but she didn't know who suddenly launched a surprise attack on her.

Shiratori Mariko, who was covered in water, didn't react at first, she was stunned for a moment when she looked at Gojo Satoru who was holding a water gun, and Gojo Satoru, who was squatting aside and looking back at her.

She stretched out her hand to touch it, and found that her hair was all wet, and she understood everything.

Shiratori Mariko stood up angrily, "Gojo Satoru, you bastard!"

"Hahaha Shiratori, you're kind of funny!" Gojo Gojo said cheerfully, "It's pretty cute!"

He ran away, "Then I'll go first—"

Shiratori Mariko gritted her teeth and shouted, "Stop!"

She ran after him with all her strength, "Gojo Wu, you bastard—stop!"

"I won't!"

In this way, the two chased the other and ran along the coastline.

Shiratori Mariko was about to be pissed off.

Gojo Satoru is too bad, he is really too bad.

Even though his speed was so much faster than hers, he deliberately kept a position of not moving forward or backward, waiting for her to catch up.

But when he almost caught up, he deliberately accelerated again.

As it was getting late, Shiratori Mariko exhaled and said loudly, "I won't chase anymore!"

She stopped, and Gojo Satoru in front of her was a little surprised when she turned around, and was stumbled by Zenyuan Maki who was standing beside her.

Gojo Satoru quickly dodges away, but Knotweed Yuren fell from the sky at this moment, smashing him into the sea. On one side were Goujuji and Panda, who were waving small flags to cheer for Knotweed Yuren.

Gojo Satoru, who easily emerged from the sea without even getting his clothes wet, held the knotweed Yuhito sadly, "Oh, I'm really sad that you all treat the teacher like this—how can you treat the hard-working teacher Gojo like this? What? Condemn you!"

"It deserves it!" Kaginizaki Wild Rose rolled her eyes beside her.

Fu Heisher sneered, and Jianren Qihai who was sitting next to him calmly turned a page of the book, as if he was not touched by this scene at all.

Fuguro Megumi walked to the side of Shiratori Mariko, watching this scene, she couldn't hold back the corners of her lips.

Seeing Gojo Satoru clutching his chest in pain, Mariko Shiratori couldn't help laughing.

As the sun set, the whole world was shrouded in sunset glow. Her side face was gentle and beautiful, with a bit of inexplicable enthusiasm.

Fu Heihui brought a hair tie, "Shall I tie your hair up for you?"

Shiratori Mariko nodded, and he helped her tie a simple ponytail, his fingertips inadvertently brushed the end of her hair, and quickly retracted his hand.

"Trouble you. Gojo Satoru bastard," Shiratori Mariko also complained to him quite relaxed, "He is really too much, maybe deciding to go on vacation with him is a wrong choice."

She felt that she had been teased by Gojo Satoru too many times during this trip, including boating and barbecue!

"Did you understand now?" Fu Heihui said a little funny.

After a pause, he continued, "Next time, we can come together."

Hearing this sentence, Shiratori Mariko turned her head to look at Fukuroe, the boy's usually cold face seemed to be given a soft color by Yu Hui.

"Okay, let's come together next time," she said gently, "You are right, you can ask the students to come together next time!"

Fu Hei Whetton paused.

"Well," he whispered, "good."

"It just so happens that Otoko and Lika haven't been here before," Shiratori Mariko smiled contentedly, "It should be very lively then, right?"

——Although I know, there will be no next time.