After raising the strongest magician, I died and escaped

When Matsushiro Kazuki was sent to the high school infirmary by Gojo Satoru, he met the second grade who had just returned from outside.

Goujuan and Panda walked in front, and Chanyuan Maki was behind talking with Youyun.

"Teacher Wujo." Seeing Wujo Wujo, Chanyuan Maki habitually said hello, and was taken aback.

Probably because only Wujo Wu in the entire conjuration world can teleport, there are quite a few conjurers who are usually sent to the infirmary by him. The wounded sent by Satoru.

Injuries more serious than Matsushiro Kazuki abound, but it seems that there are not many who are worse than him.

The original clean and tidy white coat was covered with blood-stained wounds layer upon layer, with a circle of bruises around the wound, and fine gravel in the opened flesh.

Kazuki Matsushiro really lost too much blood at this time, no matter how stubborn this shell is, he can't stand him bleeding all the way here, let alone let APTX4869 fake wounds all the way.

Everyone who entered the glass was taken aback.

The wounds all over his body were not so serious. It looks like a large area of ​​bruises is all the bruises that the system gave him. It looks serious, but it's not a big deal.

[Now Gojo Satoru is sure it's not you,] APTX4869 was silent all the way and finally said, [But what about the blackening value? 】

Matsushiro Kazuki's voice was faint: 【I'll kill the logistics team. 】

APTX4869: ...

Well, it can be seen that Kazuki Matsushiro has an ostrich mentality for a while, and it is a test to pass a test, and he does not want to take over the mess of the logistics team at all.

That's what he said, but Kazuki Matsushiro couldn't hold back when Kazuki was treating him: "Can I ask a question?"

After washing his hands, Nitro picked the gravel and gravel from his wound: "Ask."

The reversal technique can directly restore the wound, but it cannot automatically discharge the gravel and debris on the wound.If you don't want a few grains of sand mixed in the skin and flesh after the wound recovers, you have to pick out these things before the treatment to keep the wound clean at its most basic level.

Kazuki Matsushiro looked out the door while inhaling: "Is your school's education style always like this?"

Jia Ruozi thought that he was going to ask some questions related to mantra spirits or Wujo Wu, but he didn't expect that he would ask this question.

Having grown up in a normal civilized society for more than twenty years, the researcher seemed a little outraged, "I stayed in..."

He thought for a while, probably because he didn't remember the name of the high school of conjuration, so he said vaguely: "Staying in your school is to ensure the safety of life in the future, not to die."

"Does your school have formal qualifications for running a school?" He frowned and turned on his phone as if he wanted to check something. "Has Wutiaowu obtained a formal national teacher qualification certificate? Can I get a formal school diploma after graduating from your school?" ?”

Jia Ruozi thought for a while: "...I have a doctor's qualification certificate."

The outraged researcher lying on the operating bed: ...

In terms of choking him half to death with a single sentence, the family's entry into the glass is really consistent for ten years.

Now Kazuki Matsushiro didn't know how to answer the conversation.

Because of the need to sterilize the wound, Jiarui Glass opened a bottle of alcohol, and now his nose was full of that strong smell of alcohol.

Jiaxin Nitzi is not a serious doctor who often does these things. In addition, since he came these days, the work of cleaning the wounds has been done by him as a layman, and Nitrate only treats them directly.

APTX4869 asked if he should shield him from the pain, but Kazuki Matsushiro gritted his teeth and said no.

Nitro was still disinfecting the wound with alcohol, Kazuki Matsushiro took a breath, trying to find some other topic to divert his attention: "Is today Saturday?"

"You students don't go home?"

Naruto followed his eyes and looked out. There were a few second graders who had just finished class at the door. Goujuji noticed his gaze and pointed in the direction of Kazuki Matsushiro with his finger: "Okabe?"

Yarui Glass didn't understand what he was saying, but he understood the action, and shook his head slightly, indicating that Matsushiro Kazuki would be fine.

The dog curly spine turned around and gave the panda an ok gesture.

The door of the infirmary is too narrow for the panda to come in. He is a cursed skeleton and does not need treatment, so he has to be blocked at the door and look inside.

Although Kazuki Matsushiro has only been in the high school for a few days, he has an unexpectedly good relationship with the first and second grade students.

"They usually don't go back during the holidays," Jia Ruozi explained, looking away, "Maki and Panda... usually stay at school during the holidays."

Oh, Kazuki Matsushiro understands.

It is completely understandable that Zenyuan Maki does not want to go back to the Zenyuan family. I heard that the panda is the mantra made by Teacher Ye Moth.

Just like them at the beginning, Gojo Satoru didn't want to go back to his hometown, and he had nowhere to go, Nitro never went home during the holidays, and there were only three of them left in the entire college during the holidays.

In the beginning, Xia Youjie would go home to have a look. Later, he didn't know whether it was because of the influence of the three of them or for some other reason. He also stayed in the high school during the holidays and would not go back.

The two of them took on a lot of tasks, and it was hard to see Matsushiro Kazuki and Iirui Glass being idle at school.

Wujowu was a terrible person, he couldn't get into Nitro's room, so he dragged Kazuki Matsushiro up early in the morning before dawn, and pretended to accompany him on missions.Then Kazuki Matsushiro was drowsy and accompanied him to the mission location, Gojo Satoru solved it in a minute, dragged the curse spirit back to the high school and said it was a gift for Xia Youjie.

Then the two of them fought again.

Xia Youjie gritted his teeth and ate the curse spirit, then manipulated the accompanying gift to turn around and hit the giver.

"Jie, you will repay your kindness, and I specially selected a first-level curse spirit for you!" Gojo Wu jumped up and down in the high school, and Nitzi lit another cigarette familiarly.

The two DKs were flying like dogs, Kazuki Matsushiro came over smelling the smell of nicotine: "What smell?"

The housekeeper gave him a rare look, and pulled out a slender lady's cigarette for him from his pocket: "Let me try it?"

"No, no," Kazuki Matsushiro shook his head like a rattle, "I don't smoke."

"Very good, enlightened," Jiarui Nitzi patted him on the shoulder, smelled alcohol on his cuffs, turned around and shouted at the two DKs, "Ms. Ye Moth is back to school."

Wutiao Wu fought hard with Honglong in the sky, and he didn't forget to turn his head and point the middle finger down: "Glass, do you think I will be deceived by you a second time?"

The night moth who was given the middle finger by his lover just after returning to school said: ...

That afternoon, there were no two DKs flying around, and the whole college was quiet.

"Teacher Ye Moth, we were wrong, really wrong." Xia Youjie humbly admitted his mistake in front of the head teacher.

"What's wrong?" Noctua asked rightly.

"It should be billed." Gojo Wu rushed to answer.

Teacher Noctua's face darkened three degrees, and Kazuki Matsushiro opened the tent beside him with great expression.

……

At this moment, Kazuki Matsushiro's nose still smelled of the alcohol on the sleeve of the homemade nitrous.

APTX4869 Youyou: [Some people keep saying that he shouldn't have admitted it back then, and they just recall the past when they have something to do in their hearts. I won't say who it is. 】

[I'm missing my old classmate,] Matsushiro Kazuki interrupted him, lying on the operating table and looking at the ceiling, and said, [Otherwise, what else can I remember, remember how Gojo Satoru threw me off in one breath] For all the vests, do you still remember how he made things known to the whole school every day, or how I coaxed him to drag him and finally died in his arms? 】

APTX4869 was silent for a while before he said: 【You have been cured of Nitrogen, do you want to continue lying down? 】

【No,】 Kazuki Matsushiro turned over and got out of bed quickly, wearing a tattered white coat, ready to go back to the dormitory, 【I'll go back and pack my luggage. 】

【You want to go? 】APTX4869 was taken aback, 【It was hard for Gojo Satoru to confirm that you are not you. 】

This is said like a tongue twister.

[But it's not like there's nowhere to go,] APTX4869 thought for a while, [The identity logistics team at your winery said they'll keep it for you. 】

[When I logged out of the mission, this identity was on a business trip at the research institute, and there is still time to go back now. 】

[Don't go,] Kazuki Matsushiro nodded to Nitiko, turned around and headed out the door, [I'll go back and put on a show. 】

Although his injuries were all caused by himself when he was just out of anger, it is normal for a researcher who has no understanding of the magic world to suddenly suffer such serious injuries and want to leave here.

[You speak for Gojo Satoru? ] Walking out of the infirmary, he asked casually.

【Kazuki Matsushiro, fuck you,】 APTX4869 stared, 【Who spoke for Gojo Satoru, I was worried for you. 】

【What are you worried about me? 】The previous white coat was full of fuzzy wounds and bloodstains. Kazuki Matsushiro grabbed one from the infirmary of Nitzi. After he came out, he remembered how he could fit Nitzi’s size, so he had to hang it on his arm to wear it. He looked like he was shielding the wound, [You might as well be worried about Gojo Satoru if you are worried about me, I think he has been seriously ill in the past ten years. 】

APTX4869: 【...You two seem quite worrying to me. 】

There is no rule in the administration that employees cannot fall in love in the mission world, and there is no system that cannot reveal vests to the mission world.

As long as the existence of the Authority is not exposed within the mission, employees can do whatever they like.

In addition to the employees in the General Administration who can't distinguish between the task and the reality and finally get caught in it, most of them are sea kings who raise fish in the task world and jump wildly on the edge of the scope allowed by the rules and regulations.

One is taking npc too seriously, and the other is taking npc too seriously.

Kazuki Matsushiro didn't stick to either side.

His advantage is that reason clearly distinguishes tasks from reality, and the disadvantage is that reason distinguishes tasks from reality too clearly.

Matsushiro Kazuki walked out of the infirmary wearing a white coat, Gojo Gojo pushed open the door and sat opposite the house.

While tidying up the blood-stained tray and gauze, Nitro didn't even look at him.

After clearing away the medical waste in the tray, Gojo Satoru was still sitting on the stool motionless, and Jiarui Nirosse came over with the tray and rolled his eyes at him: "Get up, I'll put the alcohol in."

Gojo Satoru didn't move, the cabinet door behind him suddenly opened, the alcohol on the nitrous tray seemed to be grabbed by an invisible hand, dragged unsteadily into the cabinet, and then turned the knob, and the cabinet closed itself again .

Jia Ruozi laughed angrily at his half-dead look.

"Will you put the gauze and tray back for me too?"

Gojo Satoru pointed to the distant cabinet with the tip of his chin, implying that he didn't block it and wanted to let him go.

Nitro controlled the urge in his heart to give Wujo Wulai a blow, left him behind and turned to tidy up the cabinet.

The infirmary was eerily quiet, save for the clanging and clashing sound of instruments as Nitzi tidied up the trays.

Gojo Satoru stared at the blood-stained gauze in the trash can in a daze, and almost tasted a fishy-sweet taste of blood in his mouth.

"When I was disinfecting him earlier," Jiarui Nitzi suddenly said, "I found that although his injuries were serious, they were not fatal. It seemed that he subconsciously avoided the vital parts of his body."

Gojo Satoru raised his head abruptly.

"A few days ago when he started to fight, he asked me whether he intentionally or not," Nitzi closed the cabinet, turned around and pressed his temple, "I said..."

Gojo Satoru, who was still sitting on the stool just now, has disappeared.

"...At least let's listen to someone finish talking."