After raising the strongest magician, I died and escaped

Matsushiro Kazuki walked into the dormitory wearing a messy white coat.

When he was swearing at APTX4869, he said that Gojo Wujo was seriously ill. In fact, when he first entered the mission, Wujo Wujo, who was still the son of the God of the Gojo family, was not so stupid.

At that time, he was mixed among a group of little beans waiting to be selected.

Surrounded by servants with lowered heads and focused eyes, the noisy little magicians suddenly fell silent in an instant.

Kazuki Matsushiro looked up for no reason, thanks to the shell he chose was taller than the average age value, he saw the source of this silence through the dark heads——

Gojo Satoru, the son of God, walked along the wooden corridor with a group of servants carrying trays.

Under the setting sun in the evening, the Wutiao Shenzi, who he had only seen once before, was covered with a layer of warm light, which was inconceivably quiet and solemn.

For a while, there was only the sound of a group of people's wooden clogs colliding on the corridor. The little magician standing in front of him seemed to be seeing such a scene for the first time, and took a soft breath.

On the quiet field, the sound of breathing was particularly obvious, which attracted many people's sideways glances. Matsushiro Kazuki happened to be standing behind him, a head taller than everyone else, and he also got a lot of gazes.

The five gods walking in the long corridor glanced over coldly, and then walked by without looking sideways, as if they did not hear this rather obvious sound of inhalation.

Wutiao Shenzi with a team of servants seemed to have not seen a bunch of candidate companions standing here, and he didn't care at all that one of these people would become his companion tomorrow, so he quickly turned a corner and walked away Entered the waterside pavilion of the Wutiao family.

[Tsk tsk tsk,] He sighed with APTX4869 at that time, [Is this the ostentation of the mission goal?I think he doesn't need my protection when he goes out and enters with more than 300 people behind him. 】

APTX4869 was not familiar with him when he was first assigned, and it is far from the current state of talking about everything. Hearing his words, he said: [Staff please face up to the tasks of the administration. 】

[Hey,] Matsushiro Kazuki watched the last hair of Gojo Miko walk away, 【You are boring like this. 】

He thought he had already forgotten such a long time ago.

In fact, he still remembers.

He said to APTX4869 when Gojo Wujo came over: [Hurry up, hurry up, take a screenshot, after I finish the mission, I will go to the post on the forum [what is the most beautiful mission object you have ever seen] to show off. 】

APTX4869 paused word for word: [Staff please pay attention to the management system memory. 】

He thought the system didn't intercept him at that time.

He didn't see that photo until he submitted the mission report, and he signed his name at the bottom, feeling that the last bit of relationship between himself and Gojo Satoru had ended with the completion of the mission and the file entry.

Probably APTX4869 has always kept this photo.

It's just that so many things happened later, the system never told him again.

Kazuki Matsushiro was dragged back by the sound of APTX4869's beeping.

During the time when he was distracted, APTX4869 analyzed for him a bunch of reasons why Wutiao Wutiao's blackening value reached [-], emphasizing that it might be because the high-level people in the magic world are simply the feudal big families in the big feudal family, Wutiao Wu Wu is no match for four hands with two fists alone, watching the magic world become more and more hopeless and black.

It also cited the example of Zenin Maki.

Tell him that the student named Maki in the second grade, a relative of Zenyuan Shier, has been suppressed by the family every time since he left the Zenyuan family, and now the level of the second-level conjurer is paid by the fourth-level conjurer. , The feudal upper echelons of the conjuration world are shameless.

Matsushiro Kazuki pressed his aching temple: [You scolded me too. 】

APTX4869 meal.

[I'm sorry Hakai got used to opening map guns,] it sincerely admitted its mistake, [you were still killed by other people in the high-level at that time. 】

【The human struggle in the office is really scary】APTX4869 opened the map gun again, 【Unlike our system...】

It stopped suddenly in the middle of speaking.

It was Matsushiro Kazuki who suddenly stopped in his footsteps.

He was wearing a white coat with one hand and rubbing his temple with the other. Gojo Satoru, who had sent him to the infirmary more than ten minutes ago, appeared in front of him out of nowhere.

I don't know if it is Matsushiro Kazuki's illusion.

He saw a little bit of Gojo Satoru's eyes when he died before.

Matsushiro Kazuki took a step back without a trace.

【What happened to him? ] Kazuki Matsushiro asked APTX4869.

Dog-headed military division APTX4869: [Maybe Nitro scolded him? 】

Matsushiro Kazuki:? ? ?

What's the matter with Nitro?

【So, you are at least Nitro's assistant now? 】APTX486 thought for a while and explained, 【Is he really sorry for making you like this? 】

What are you sorry about?

He was injured just now when he was at the mission site, he was stuck with a dog temper that he would not let Wutiao Wu recognize. He would rather kill him if he got an electric shock from APTX4869. Wu hit.

Besides, that is a fourth-level curse spirit, which can be dealt with by any ordinary person who has practiced a little Sanda kendo. The embarrassment he made himself is largely pretending.

Matsushiro Kazuki was silent for a moment and was ready to bypass him.

Gojo Satoru suddenly grabbed his wrist.

"Mr. Wujo," he called politely, "please relax, I'll go back to the dormitory to pack my things."

Gojo Satoru didn't speak, just stared at him like that, without sunglasses, with sharp eyes in his eyes.

He was trying to find some familiar look on this face.

Matsushiro Kazuki knew right away that Nitro probably really told him something.

But this will make him lose his temper, so he will look at Gojo Satoru.

"...Aren't you still on annual leave?" After a while, Gojo Satoru finally spoke.

"So it's not dumb," Kazuki Matsushiro replied politely, "The newly recruited children don't know anything. If I don't go back to work, the whole project will probably be shut down."

Wujo Wu's patience has grown a lot in the past ten years. In the past, when Wujo Wu claimed to be "Lao Tzu", he would probably have to fight anyone who talked to him like that.

But now he looked very angry, and he didn't react at all.

Kazuki Matsushiro felt a tightness in his throat for no reason.

But it's not the kind of nervousness when you're afraid of being recognized.

He just suddenly had a feeling that Gojo Satoru hadn't made any progress in the past so many years.

So he raised the white coat in his hand that belonged to the family leader: "Gratia asked you to keep me?"

When Kazuki Matsushiro spoke, the paleness from excessive blood loss on his face hadn't faded away.

There were still messy bloodstains on the white coat on his body, and there was impatience between his brows.

When this impatience appeared on his face, it was almost like a sharp edge filled with honey. Gojo Satoru almost hurt his eyes by this impatience, but felt a trace of bloody truth from it: " It is not easy to take a taxi near the college."

Kazuki Matsushiro laughed angrily at the nine twists and eighteen bends that Wujo Wuliu people also wanted to keep.

For a moment, he was going to hallucinate that in the previous high school period, he didn't speak well or do things well every day, and the whole school knew that he was a little bit nervous, and finally he had to turn the hook to give him the hint of Wutiao enlightenment.

He simply shoved the white coat into Gojo Satoru's hand, "Help me return it to her."

Originally, he just wanted to say a few words and forget it, but now he really wanted to go directly to the winery with his luggage.

Out of sight is pure.

Just as he was about to get angry, Gojo Wu suddenly made a phone call.

The front of the college dormitory was empty, and Gojo Satoru's cell phone rang alone.

"Take it." Kazuki Matsushiro shook his chin at him.

Gojo Satoru held his white coat with one hand, pressed his wrist with the other, and the phone rang again and again in his pocket.

"It's Ichi's call." Kazuki Matsushiro had sharp eyes and caught a glimpse of the note on his phone screen. "It's not that the supervisor and assistant are busy today so we can't send us to the mission. I'll be looking for you."

Goto's Adam's apple rolled, and Kazuki Matsushiro glanced at his expression: "You don't want me to hand it to your ear, do you?"

[Forget it, don't embarrass the child,] APTX4869 is here to smooth things over, [Gojo Satoru can't speak well, and it's not the first day you know it. Anyway, you didn't intend to leave, so let's make it a step down. 】

【A child of 28? ] Thinking of Gojo Satoru in the high school period, Matsushiro Kazuki came up.

Gojo Satoru finally pushed the phone away with the hand holding the white coat, while the other hand was still clutching his wrist.

Matsushiro Kazuki patiently opened his fingers finger by finger.

On the other end of the phone, Yidizhi's voice came almost immediately after he connected.

"Teacher Wutiao," Yidizhi sounded like he was in a very windy place, and there was a whistling wind along with his voice, "Something happened to the mission of the youth academy."

[The mission of the Juvenile Academy is for the first graders! 】APTX4869 opened his mouth.

If it remembers correctly, the mission of the juvenile academy should be the three first graders of Knotabagi Yuhito who went there today.

Matsushiro Kazuki was taken aback by its appearance.

"After the super imaginary magic spirit appeared in the mission, the higher-ups decided to send the first-year students there." Across the microphone and an open space, Yi Dizhi's voice was transmitted through the microphone with a little electric sound, "Student Knotweed...death."

Kazuki Matsushiro was startled.

In the next second, Gojo Satoru, who was still standing in front of him, suddenly teleported away.

Matsushiro Kazuki frowned, turned around and went back in the direction he came from.

Injured students in the world of conjuration will be sent to the home of the glass. If something happens to the first graders, Gojo Satoru will only take them back to the infirmary when he teleports back.

Matsushiro Kazuki was thinking about things while walking: [Isn't it? 】

He asked APTX4869: [Just now Yidizhi said that this task is a super-level imaginary magic spirit, how did the super-level magic spirit get three first-year students in turn? 】

APTX4869 was silent for a moment: [Are you not too clear about the relationship between Gojo Satoru and the higher-ups. 】

【What's the meaning? ] Kazuki Matsushiro was stunned.

【Gojo Satoru...has not had a good relationship with the higher-ups,】 it thought for a while and explained.

【High level in the magic world...】 APTX4869 paused, 【It's not that you haven't been a job before, it's not that you haven't seen what those old men look like. 】

[It’s not that you don’t know how tense the high-level relationship with Gojo Satoru was after you died,] APTX4869 went around and finally came back to Matsushiro Kazuki, [at that time, the only thing that could make Gojo Satoru not follow you was your high school A few of them are going to meet high-level officials...]

Matsushiro Kazuki frowned fiercely: [What does that have to do with Knotweed Yujin? 】

[Gojo Satoru won an indefinite probation for Knotashi Yuhito, and the higher-ups... probably wanted to take advantage of Gojo Satoru's absence and spare no effort to kill him justifiably. 】

Kazuki Matsushiro pushed open the door of the infirmary, and the housekeeper looked over without knowing why.

[To be honest, I didn't mention it before,] APTX4869's voices sounded together: [Do you think that Gojo Satoru recognized you a little bit when you were a high-level executive. 】