After raising the strongest magician, I died and escaped

Sign, send, move like flying.

Kazuki Matsushiro finished typing, sent dozens of resumes with one click, and leaned back on the stool in relief.

It has been almost a week since the black organization used the name of the pharmaceutical factory to cover up the explosion of the research institute of APTX4869. Kazuki Matsushiro has completely changed from a researcher with a serious career to an unemployed person who has lost all his colleagues' contact information and thus lost his job.

Of course, to be honest, he didn't want to go back to work that much.

Originally, his work in the research institute was optional, and the annual vacation project team was all his excuses. Now that the relationship with Wujo Wu has eased a little, he plans to solve the problems here before going to investigate the black clothes. As for the organization, the presence or absence of the research institute has no effect on him for the time being.

However, there was Gojo Satoru on the scene at the time, and in less than a day, the news of the chemical explosion in the research institute where Kazuki Matsushiro worked had become known to all colleges and universities.

By the time he heard the news from Nagasaki, the simple chemical accident in the pharmaceutical factory had been overshadowed by a layer of mystery. Detonation Institute.

After hearing this bizarre story, Kazuki Matsushiro felt in a daze that maybe the black organization really did this behind the scenes.

As a result, the consequence of not stopping the spread of the rumors was that this thing gradually became more and more popular in the high school, and even the night moth Zhengdao, who turned a blind eye to his existence, mentioned a few words intentionally or unintentionally.

Matsushiro Kazuki: ...

It's hard not to suspect that someone has played a role in the spread of the rumor.

Now that the research institute is blown up, the project team should stop naturally. If the laboratory wants to restore the previous daily operation, it needs to invest not only manpower and material resources, but also to repurchase countless precision instruments after they are scrapped. Real money.

As a researcher in charge of an important project, Kazuki Matsushiro was naturally suspended indefinitely, so he could only start posting his resume in a pretentious manner.

Now that he had finally submitted all the remaining research institutes, Kazuki Matsushiro felt a heavy burden off his shoulders, opened the curtains and walked to the balcony to breathe a sigh of relief.

Looking down from the dormitory of the high school is the playground. Several first-year and second-year students are preparing for the sister school exchange meeting. When Kazuki Matsushiro went out, Maki was fighting an air battle with Megumi Fukuro, who was lifted into the air by Nue. Fukuro Pulling the battle line extremely long, he is fighting with Nagasaki who is holding a nail.

Matsushiro Kazuki felt extremely relieved for a moment, Fu Heisher's son remembered that he was a mage and not a melee fighter.

As a result, he just put his hands on the balcony fence and planned to continue watching, when he saw a very familiar person on the balcony of the dormitory next door through the corner of his eyes.

Matsushiro Kazuki:?

"What a coincidence," Gojo Satoru was standing on the balcony about a meter away from him, pretending to be a coincidence, "You also come to the balcony to enjoy the scenery."

Kazuki Matsushiro: ... What kind of scenery can you see from the broken balcony of the high school.

But he would be in a good mood after writing his resume, and he didn't have time to bother with him about this artificial coincidence, so he simply turned his back and leaned against the fence and squinted at him: "I remember that the dormitory next door to me is empty?"

"Correct me, the dormitories in the college are basically empty," Gojo Satoru followed his example, leaning side by side on the fence like him, and raised his eyebrows at him triumphantly, "I think Which one to live in."

He is tall, and his figure is extraordinarily tall and straight when viewed from the side. His street-like stance is imitated by him on the cover of some magazine.When he lowered his head slightly, the sunglasses hung on the tip of his nose, and there was a clear jaw line, clean and neat.

Now it looks much more lively than it was a few days ago, and it is closer to the Wujo Enlightenment in his memory.

"I remember Fuhei said that you are renting a house?" Kazuki Matsushiro was stunned for a moment before realizing, "? You don't go back to live in your own house?"

Why does Wujo Wu rent a house? He spends 25 yuan on a shirt, and Wujo’s family has a big business. Is it short of his little money to buy a house?

"The high school is my home..." He finished half of his righteous words, seeing Kazuki Matsushiro's expression of disbelief, he changed his words mellowly, "My rent is due."

Matsushiro Kazuki: "? You won't renew the rent when it's due?"

"My rented house exploded."

Matsushiro Kazuki: "...you don't even believe the knotweed stick."

Gojo Satoru: "Why can the research institute blow up but not my house?"

"Yes," understood by the insinuation, Matsushiro Kazuki involuntarily moved a few steps closer to Gojo Satoru, lying on the edge of the balcony and listening attentively: "How did your house blow up?"

Gojo Satoru leaned over as if he was about to tell some shocking secret: "I'm heating grapes in the microwave."

Kazuki Matsushiro took a few steps back with a complex expression, and distanced himself from him: ...

It's really hard to imagine that such a person's blackening value in the system is actually one hundred.

"Speaking of explosions," the blackened Mr. Gojo changed the topic abruptly, his tone of concern was about to overflow, "This kind of research institute that can explode at any time is really too dangerous, why don't you change jobs?"

"Well," Matsushiro Kazuki raised his eyebrows, with an expression that I thought you were about to say, "Where to jump?"

Gojo Satoru took it for granted: "Gaozhuan!"

Matsushiro Kazuki: ...I really believe your evil.

Gojo Satoru was not discouraged when he was silently rejected. Instead, he continued to ask with great interest, "I heard that you are submitting your resume recently?"

Kazuki Matsushiro faltered at the mention of this: "Yes."

The current degree inflation is really too serious. With such an excellent resume, he has not replied to a letter from a research institute for more than a week. Talented researchers are very shameless?

"It seems that I haven't received the interview information." Gotiao Wu didn't know when he had an extra bowl of grapes in his hand, and he was eating and commenting, "So you might as well be in the college..."

"Where did you get the grapes?" Matsushiro Kazuki interrupted the spell casting neatly.

Gojo Satoru was baffled by his sudden change of subject, looked at the crystal bowl in his hand and said, "I just teleported into the dormitory to get it."

"Okay," Kazuki Matsushiro turned and entered the room quickly, "Don't warm grapes in the dormitory next door to me."

"Don't worry, it won't—" Gojo Satoru's voice gradually became quieter as the balcony door closed, "Only the high school has a microwave in the cafeteria—"

Matsushiro Kazuki: ...It's really hard not to worry about the cafeteria even knowing the location of the microwave oven so clearly.

But what does that have to do with him.

He opened the mailbox with a numb face, ready to check to see if there was a reply.

Across the wall, Wujo Wu leisurely put the grapes on the balcony and turned on the phone.

The light of the setting sun made his hair almost transparent white. When he calmed down and looked down at his mobile phone, his expression was meticulous and serious after lowering his eyelids.

The hand holding the mobile phone has very distinct knuckles, neatly trimmed nails, and a little pink at the end.

On the page that gradually lit up, there were lines of job application resumes that Kazuki Matsushiro had just sent out.

Gojo Satoru looked again at the closed door on the balcony next door, and tapped lightly on the balcony railing.

Of course he would not hear back.

Because all these emails were intercepted at the moment he sent them.

Basically, it was not sent to those research institutes.