Blacksmith: You Are Making Mjolnir For The Forging Exam?

"Tsk tsk tsk tsk, Wu Mo, you're the best student in the Divine Arms Academy. How did you end up like this? Did you get fired by the Research Department?" Qian Rong asked curiously.

"No... I've just been busy recently," Wu Mo explained and stopped talking.

When the surrounding people saw how embarrassed Wu Mo looked, they felt that Qian Rong's guess was close to the truth.

However, Tang Mu, who was sitting not far from Wu Mo, sensed that things were not that simple.

Even if Wu Mo had been fired by the Research Department, he could at least be a manager or supervisor in a private enterprise with his forging skills. It was impossible for him to not have enough food.

Unfortunately, the others did not think so. They all thought that Wu Mo was a goner and that he had become an ordinary person.

"Wu Mo, you can't go on like this. Why don't you quit your current job? I'll ask our company if we can recruit you. With how capable you are, you'll definitely get better in the future."

​ Jiang Mengyao was anxious. She noticed that Wu Mo was completely absent-minded as if he was troubled by some difficult problem. She did not want to let Wu Mo delay things, so she immediately thought of a solution.

However, Wu Mo shook his head. Thank you for your concern, but I don't think that's necessary. My current job is quite good.

"Although it's tiring, I've learned a lot."

Hearing Wu Mo's serious rejection, Jiang Mengyao became a little perturbed. Wu Mo could not go on like this.

His complexion was already horrible. If this continued for a long time, it would definitely cause harm to his body. While she did not know what Wu Mo's job was now, it was definitely something incredibly tiring.

"Wu Mo, I know you care about your reputation, but how can you still care about these things at a time like this? If you keep going down this path, your body will be crippled!"

Jiang Mengyao tried to persuade him, but Wu Mo seemed unmoved, and he refused to receive her help.

The two of them fell silent.

However, their conversation was overheard by Cheng Tao, who was sitting not far away in his well-cut morning suit.

The latter was a young man who had obtained good results with a fine dagger in the design assessment.

Cheng Tao's skills were considered not bad, but the students who scored first and second place in the design assessment were at the same table. Even the class monitor, Tang Mu, had better results than him.

As such, he seemed ordinary at the class reunion and did not get any attention at all.

In addition, during the graduation design assessment, Wu Mo had defeated him in several review rounds.

That also gave Cheng Tao a poor impression of Wu Mo.

Now that he had finally found a chance to trample on Wu Mo, how could he possibly stop?

He quickly told the student beside him the information he had heard. The latter was a typical person who could not hide anything and could spread any news to the entire campus in a short time.

So, stories about Wu Mo, which Cheng Tao had exaggerated, began to spread.

It was to the extent that most of the people in Class 1 knew about it.

"Huh? Did Wu Mo really get fired by the Research Department?"

"It's true. I heard that he couldn't make it anymore. He was fired less than a month after he went to the Research Department."

"That's too embarrassing for the Divine Arms Academy. No matter what, he was number one in the graduation assessment. How could he collapse like that?"

"He's living a miserable life now. He doesn't have enough to eat every day. He hasn't even been able to find a job for the past two months. He can only find a delivery job like a regular person."

"Oh, I see. No wonder he came to the class reunion in such tattered clothes."

Rumors about Wu Mo were rampant even in the entire Golden Age Hotel lobby, and all kinds of sarcastic voices were constantly heard.

"I thought he was one of the rare talents in the Research Department. I didn't expect him to be such trash."

"I can only say that the mayor and Principal Qiu made the wrong call. They actually gave the honorary student certificate to a delivery man!"

All sorts of rumors and exaggerated versions of the story spread throughout the place.

Almost everyone in the group knew what was going on, and most of them looked at Wu Mo with contempt and mockery.

However, if these words were spoken to anyone else, there would have been some protest.

If it were anyone else, they would definitely explain the situation clearly the moment they could. If it was someone with a bad temper, they would even beat up the person who spread the rumors.

However, Wu Mo did not notice it at all. He just kept eating with his head down, frowning from time to time. In his mind, he was constantly thinking about the problems that he might encounter when he mass-produced the Invisibility Armor and how he was going to solve them.

There were also some ideas about standardized weapons, which he hid deep within his mind. Occasionally, he would dig them out and digest them repeatedly, looking for new perspectives and research techniques.

Compared with his other luxuriously dressed classmates who were talking about their achievements with confidence, Wu Mo seemed so out of place.

He was dressed in plain sportswear. He was a stark contrast to the others who were in formal dresses and custom-made suits.

Comparing the two, Wu Mo was like a passing stage crew member, while the students at the table were undoubtedly famous characters from movies who came from good families and were loved by the public.

Wu Mo did not speak much during the entire class reunion. Most of his comments were only about what happened before with Jiang Mengyao, who was next to him.

He selectively filtered out all the mocking gazes and contemptuous words.

Time flew by, and in the blink of an eye, the class reunion began to wind down.

Everyone's face was brimming with joy. There was the excitement of building a relationship with classmates, the joy of competing and winning, but most of all, the pride of standing at the peak.

As the gathering neared its end, the Divine Arms Academy's teachers went up on stage one by one to give their speeches. The content of their speeches was a summary of the academy's past three years, as well as their expectations for the future.

In the hall, everyone raised their glasses and drank. Wu Mo looked up at Professor Zhou Yan, who was standing on the stage, and a smile formed on the corner of his mouth.

It was one o'clock in the afternoon, and the gathering was about to end.

Everyone stood up and waved goodbye to each other, ready to walk out through the hotel's entrance.

Wu Mo and Jiang Mengyao arrived at the door while they chatted. When Qian Rong saw them walk out, he immediately stepped forward and said with a smile, "Wu Mo, do you have any plans for the time being? Do you want to consider developing in West Moon City? The delivery jobs there pay 50 cents more than in Shanglin City, and you can get an extra ¥1000 to ¥2000 a month. West Moon City is obviously more suitable for your development."

Qian Rong's words were obviously sarcastic. He did not really want to help Wu Mo.