After raising the strongest magician, I died and escaped

Matsushiro Kazuki woke up from hunger.

The sense of hunger passing along the nerves of the internal organs forcibly dragged him out of the nightmare. At this moment, there was still a little cognition of what happened before in his mind.

As soon as he opened his eyes, he found that there was darkness in front of him, and Kazuki Matsushiro subconsciously thought that he was still in the tent.

Then his eyes gradually adapted to the darkness, and he felt that although the surrounding environment was dark, there was still a little light seeping in through a gap in the distance.

With this little light, he recognized that this was his dormitory.

He was lying on the bed with a wet towel placed on his forehead.

The towels were still cold to the touch, probably not long ago.

Kazuki Matsushiro subconsciously got up and searched around to confirm that Gojo Satoru was not in the room, then heaved a sigh of relief, put the towel on the cabinet next to the bed, rubbed his temples and turned on the light.

The moment the glaring white light came on, Kazuki Matsushiro subconsciously reached out to block it.

This action combined with the dazzling white skin exposed by the cuff when he raised his arm, it looks like a vampire who hasn't seen the sun for hundreds of years has just been dug out of the coffin.

Mr. Vampire rubbed his temples with one hand and slowly let go of his eyes with the other. After getting used to the light, he picked up his phone and realized that it was actually past two o'clock in the morning.

No wonder he woke up hungry.

He slept until two o'clock in the morning, and it took at least eight hours since he left the coffee shop, and he woke up hungry.

Since he was woken up, don't continue to sleep, Kazuki Matsushiro turned on the light and walked around the dormitory trying to find food.

His stomach was empty, and his limbs were sore and limp after having a fever just now. He didn't usually have the habit of hoarding food in the room.

It was past two o'clock in the morning, where did he go to find food.

There were not many living people within a radius of [-] miles around the high school during the day, let alone at night, Kazuki Matsushiro looked around, and decided to go to the vending machine downstairs to buy something for cushioning.

Stomach pain mixed with headache, Kazuki Matsushiro poured a glass of water casually before going downstairs, wanting to temporarily appease the nerves that were being torn together by hunger.

For some reason, after drinking the water, after the headache subsided, he actually felt a sense of great relief in his heart.

Gojo Satoru actually put him back on the bed in his own dormitory peacefully, instead of taking himself directly to his dormitory next door.

Kazuki Matsushiro lamented to APTX4869 while feeling relieved: [Sure enough, human beings are animals that need to be satisfied, and there is a gap when there is a comparison. Compared with Gojo Satoru in the high school period, the current Gojo Satoru actually learns enough is enough. 】

APTX4869 who knows everything:...

The word enough is enough may never be thought of in this life, but it can still be used to describe Wujo Wu one day.

The system ignored him, Kazuki Matsushiro rubbed his temples, and after thinking about it, he felt that his inexplicable relief was quite insane.

The matter of the tracker hasn't been clarified yet, but now he's relieved. Seriously, did he give Gojo Wu this ancestor pua?

With a little worry about his mental state, Kazuki Matsushiro put on his coat, took a few banknotes and opened the door to find a vending machine.

There is not even a living person near the high school at this point, and there is no need to find any open restaurants. Just buy some snacks from the vending machine downstairs and forget about it.

Coincidentally, as soon as the door was opened, a certain PUA master who had been choreographed by him just a few seconds ago was oncoming.

I don't know if it's because he went back to school, Gojo Satoru replaced the sunglasses on his face with an eye patch, and he hastily brushed his white hair to the top of his head, leaving only a few scattered strands scattered on his forehead.

He held something he couldn't see clearly in his hand, and he still maintained the gesture of preparing to open the door.Kazuki Matsushiro was taken aback when he saw him, and before he could look down at what Gojo Satoru had mentioned, he smelled a faintly seductive fragrance in his nostrils one step ahead of him.

Gojo Satoru was actually mentioning the dinner he had brought for him.

It’s good that I didn’t smell this smell in the room before, but now that the nasal cavity is in contact with this faint aroma, the hunger that was barely fooled by a glass of cold water immediately surged up like a sea, Matsushiro Kazuki didn’t have time to say anything, The nerves made the choice for him first.

He was almost staggered by the renewed hunger.

The window in the corridor of the dormitory is full of moonlight, let alone go downstairs to the vending machine now, Kazuki Matsushiro feels that if he does not take the supper from Gojo Satoru at this time, he will be sorry for his stomach .

But it would be hunger mixed with headache, Kazuki Matsushiro was really not in the mood to deal with this ancestor.

However, he threw himself into his arms, Gojo Satoru looked like a gentleman at this time, standing at the door with one hand supporting his shoulder and leaning forward, asking, "Are you awake?"

Kazuki Matsushiro was almost a little ptsd by his sudden pull in like a replica, and Gojo Satoru buried his head directly in his neck like this a few hours ago.

However, Gojo Satoru at this meeting is completely different from the one in the coffee shop before, with a serious tone and natural movements, as if it wasn't him who was lying on Matsushiro Kazuki's shoulder a few hours ago and insisted on being called by his name. .

Matsushiro Kazuki almost doubted for a moment, was it he or Gojo Satoru who had the fever a few hours ago?

Where did he learn this kind of relentless insistence on being called by his name? Wasn't he like this when he was a child?

Gojo Gojo supported his shoulder with one hand, put the dinner he was carrying at the door with the other hand, brushed the hair on his forehead very naturally, touched his forehead with the back of his hand, frowned and said in a low voice: "Or I have a low fever."

Matsushiro Kazuki couldn't hold back his hand, took a step back and raised his head: "Use six eyes, don't touch your hands."

He was still running a fever, and he had just taken off the towel on his forehead, and there were still a little bit of wet water on it. After opening the door of the dormitory, he was blown by the wind at the door, and he couldn't help it. There was a chill.

Gojo Satoru planned to take his temperature and thought that his hand would be pushed away by him, so he had no choice but to grab his wrist and followed him a step forward: "When I had a fever, you obviously took the initiative to grab my hand."

There was still that bit of accusation-like expression on his face.

I don't know how Matsushiro Kazuki could see the accusation from Gojo Satoru's nose and mouth, which can only see the lower half of his face after wearing a blindfold.The back of his hand is slightly cool, and it is just right to put it on Kazuki Matsushiro's forehead at a temperature that is usually a little low. The moment the skin touched Kazuki Matsushiro, he seemed to recall a little bit when he was brought back from the coffee shop. memory.

It seems that Gojo Satoru put his hand on his forehead in Yizhizhi's car?

The memory in his mind was intermittent, Kazuki Matsushiro tried to recall it for half a second and then gave up. He is still hungry, so it is really not suitable for mental activities.

Gojo Satoru said that he still had a low fever, Kazuki Matsushiro touched his forehead following his movements, but felt nothing, so he just lowered his head and mentioned the dinner on the ground, and then ruthlessly planned to close the door: "Then it's none of your business now. "

"Leave the food, let's go."

What is the relationship between Matsushiro Kazuki when he had a fever and his current Matsushiro Kazuki? Although he has vaguely recalled some real pictures in his mind at this moment, he said that there is no such thing.

The disease probably magnified some of Matsushiro Kazuki's righteous shamelessness. It took too much energy to deal with Gojo Satoru. The previous conversation between the two people ended with him regressing. Venus, just want to quickly turn around and go back to eat.

"You're throwing it away when you're done using it," Gojo Satoru, with a tone of accusing a scumbag, forcibly pushed forward and squeezed a shoulder through the half-lit door, with that bit of accusation still on his face, "You burn now What if it gets worse at night?"

Kazuki Matsushiro frowned and lowered his head, he didn't see clearly before, that there was actually a small packet of antipyretic medicine next to the bag in Gojo Satoru's hand.

In the middle of the night, where did this man get his food and medicine?

The fever-reducing medicine was imported, and it was painful to death at first glance.

Matsushiro Kazuki was deadlocked with him at the door of the dormitory, he took a step back and Gojo Satoru moved forward a little bit, the two of them went on like this, he was forced by Gojo Satoru to retreat into the dormitory, Matsushiro Kazuki was very hungry: "Perhaps you still remember that there is a reverse spell user in our school called Jiawen Glass?"

Although the conjurer has a physique like an orangutan, he has never seen nitrate to cure a cold before, but the conjurer nitrate sent here can cure it. It makes no sense that she can't cure a fever, right?

"Glass went to bed early," Wujo Wu said honestly, like a good colleague who loves his old classmates, "I can't wake her up at this time."

Matsushiro Kazuki couldn't hold back: "Then why did you go there so early?"

I haven't seen you calling Nitro to treat him for the whole afternoon?

"Glass is very busy in the afternoon," Gojo Satoru pulled up his shield and said, "I can't bear to disturb her."

Yes, you can't bear to disturb her, Kazuki Matsushiro rolled his eyes to the sky.When the co-author was so busy in their infirmary before, it wasn't Gojo Satoru who was talking sarcasticly to the injured.

Even though dinner was right in front of us, he couldn't eat a single bite of it this time.Matsushiro Kazuki finally understood, if Gojo Satoru was not allowed to come in now, he would not be able to eat.

To put it bluntly, it was Gojo Satoru who did not know where to get dinner at two o'clock in the morning. Matsushiro Kazuki stared at him for a while, and finally turned around first, opened the bag and began to take out the bowls inside one by one.

After having a fever, you can't eat too greasy food. Gojo Satoru brought him some light porridge and side dishes. When Matsushiro Kazuki went out to get the bowl, he caught a glimpse from the corner of his eye, standing at the door a second ago with a confident face. Gojo Satoru walked in a second later and immediately turned around and closed the door.

Well, it's too late to let him go out now.

Obviously the dormitories where the two of them live are connected, so I don't know why he has to come in at this time.

Wait a minute about this...

Kazuki Matsushiro paused his hands when he was about to take out the bowl, and suddenly began to settle accounts: "How did you send me in this afternoon?"

If he remembered correctly, Gojo Satoru lived next door to him instead of at his place?Where did he get the key?