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Satisfied with getting the bank card, Jushan Qingshu didn't know that he had inadvertently angered Xia Youjie.

Maybe it also angered Gojo Satoru.

——After all, in his opinion, he dug his own grave.Wicked is a little bit wicked, but only a little bit wicked.

Haruki Hayashi, who is only a little wicked, is racking his brains with the system to figure out the password.

After all, when he and the system first came to this world, it was the first time for him and the system to go on a mission. The team leader at the time, Qian Zhuwan, told him not to leave any personal information about himself, so the two of them really didn't know each other. Keep.

At that time, the two of them were not like the old fritters who have experienced so many tasks now. At that time, they were just two pure rookies who had just joined the Space-Time Administration and did not dare to mess around. They followed the rules and regulations of the industry and had experienced so many worlds , These two people still remember what the password of the bank card was at the beginning.

Not to mention that the bank card PIN at that time was four digits.

[It's the last time,] The system is worried, [If you enter the wrong password again this time, your trip was wasted. 】

The two unscrupulous people who hit it off immediately went straight to the nearest bank ATM to see how much money was left in the card after they came out of the college. Haruki Jushan's memory is like a golden fish, only seven seconds, so naturally he can't remember these.The system just cleared a wave of cache before being transferred to the logistics team with him, and there is no data of this world in the memory at all.

Jushan Haruki repeatedly paced left and right in front of the ATM machine, and successfully attracted the attention of the security guard next to him.Although this young man looks like a dog, he might be robbing a bank.

The bank security guard silently clenched the explosion-proof steel fork in his hand.

Haruki Jushan hesitantly entered the password for the last time.

- 1234.

The balance interface suddenly pops up,

【...This is really a password for scammers to call out and not treat them as outsiders when they see it. 】The system was silent for a long time, as if it couldn't accept that the two of them hesitated and tensed for such a mentally retarded password for a long time.

Jushan Haruki said to him from left to right: "The money in the card is not enough for 300 million, plus the bonus withholding a few days ago, the stock capital in the hands of the rich is still much worse."

The system sneered, seeing through without telling the truth, followed his words and said: [Then what should we do? 】

[The one who lied to Heihui? 】The system of immoral people is also immoral.

"No way..." Jushan Qingshu had a rare conscience, "I was so drunk yesterday that he didn't throw me out, so I can't do it."

"And he's still underage." He offered a little explanation for what his conscience had discovered.

[You want to earn it yourself? 】The system's tone is suspicious, he doesn't believe that Haruki Yoshiyama is such a moral person.

"No," Jushan Haruki pushed open the bank door, "I can't cheat minors out of money, but adults can."

——He resolutely called Jianren Qihai.

This is simply textbook-level revenge.

However, Yitong failed to dial Qihai Jianren's phone number. His mobile phone has been busy since yesterday afternoon, and it was directly out of service area when it was approaching midnight. In the end, Jushan Haruki even They all suspect that this former conjurer in the securities industry died heroically in some secret mission.

Fortunately, when he was about to get off work the next day, he finally saw Jianren Qihai.

Jianren Qihai, who is usually full attendance, asked for leave today uncharacteristically. After Jushan Haruki came in the morning, he even found that the desk belonging to Jianren Qihai had been cleaned up.

He has been having a bad feeling today.

"Senior," he looked at Jianren Qihai who was sitting motionless at his desk and tentatively said, "Can I ask you to borrow some money?"

"...Huh?" Jianren Qihai seemed to be in a daze, and he raised his head slowly after several tens of seconds, "What did you just say?"

Haruki Iyama, who was feeling more and more uneasy, repeated it again.

"Borrowing money..." He was stunned for a moment, and then he directly transferred the money to Haruki Jushan's account very boldly, and then began to explain to him the main points of this business with great patience , Did not ask him why he wanted the money.

"System system," Jushan Haruki was quite frightened by his neat attitude as if he was confessing his inheritance, "What is he doing? He just lent it to me without even asking me what I want?"

The system was also taken aback by this bold handwriting.

"Senior, senior," Jushan Haruki stuttered, frightened by his messy brain, "You didn't go to fight some special magic spirit last night, did you?"

Otherwise, why would he say so much about the funeral like this!

"No," Jianren Qihai finally showed a very familiar look of helplessness on his face, "Did you not listen to me just now?"

"What did you say?" Jushan Haruki pretended to be stupid.

"I said, I've decided to go back to the magic world to become a magician," Jianren Qihai repeated this sentence patiently, "I'm here to go through the resignation procedures today."

"Ah?" Jushan Haruki was taken aback by this strange development, "Senior, you didn't lie to me?"

Facing his unbelievable expression, Jianren Qihai firmly shook his head.He could have left the house he rented last night, he even packed his luggage, the job and the fragile social relationships that these jobs breed are not worth his nostalgia.

But the moment he walked out of the house with his suitcase, he suddenly thought of the newcomer who had only been here for a few days, and he didn't know if there was an adult magician.

A magician who grew up very similar to him and belonged to the same world.

He suddenly felt a strange sense of guilt, as if if he didn't tell him where he was going next, he would be sorry for the eyes that looked over.

So he came to the company once before he left. He didn't actually want to go through the resignation procedures. He just wanted to make a final contribution to this junior who left the magic world and was ignorant of other normal society except fighting. Teaching, this seems to be the only thing he can do for this junior who has been fascinated by his experience.

He sighed helplessly, and waved the document in his hand: "Although I don't know why you left the magic world, I won't persuade you to go back with me. See you later."

Jushan Haruki just watched Qihai Jianren walk out of the company's gate.

His back seems to be much freer than the back of rushing off work a few days ago, the back of turning around from the entrance of the izakaya, and the back of getting into the car after sending him home drunk.

No matter how heartless he was, he was still a senior who had been with him for several days. The system sighed as he looked at his disappointed expression.

Then it saw Jushan Haruki eagerly opened the account and started counting the money, and yelled while counting: "System! Qihai Jianren is so rich!"

The system silently threw the emotion just now into the recycle bin for one-click processing.

"I have to save money first," Jushan Haruki sat there for ten minutes, and was about to leave as soon as it was time to get off work, "I always feel that this money doesn't belong to me unless it's deposited in my own card. "

Jushan Haruki left the company, and Nanami Jianren found that the document he took away was also mixed with the indescribable slime he had completed the day before yesterday in the supervision auxiliary vehicle.

When he was packing up the materials, he accidentally packed this document into it.

Jianren Qihai raised his hand to check the time. It was more than ten minutes before he got off work. According to Jushan Haruki's enthusiasm for getting off work, he must not be in the company anymore.

"Mr. Yidizhi," he poked his head towards the cockpit apologetically, "Can you go here first?"

He handed over the home address on the resume of Haruki Yoshiyama.

At the same time, Wujo Wu and Xia Youjie, who joined forces again after more than ten years, are marching towards his foothold relying on the location of the curse spirit on Jushan Haruki.

On the other side of the city, at Uramihito Middle School, Megumi Fukuro and Miki Fukuro, who had just finished school, were about to go home.

Three groups of people, with three different motives, went to the same place at the same time.

And their common goal, Haruki Haruki, just finished saving money, and pushed open the glass door of the bank without knowing it.