Miss M7M doesn't want to be a conjurer

Maqima had never heard of Gojo Satoru's appointment as a devil's police officer, and it was probably arranged by Kishima for him.

Gojo Satoru clapped his hands and got up from Machima's seat: "Anyway, from today onwards, my position will be Machima's secretary, boss?"

boss?

To be honest, this "boss" reminded her of Fuheshier.

Although Maqima didn't say how much salary she paid Fuheshier at the beginning, but just let him have enough food and clothing, but Fuheshier was still very keen to call her "boss".

It's not surprising that it doesn't pay wages, but Fuheshier basically hasn't done anything.

Machima saw Gojo Satoru walking towards her, stretched out her hand and pulled her to the desk to let her sit down.

"Boss, sit down and rest for a while, I'll make a cup of coffee."

Gojo Gojo seems to be hopping to touch the coffee machine. There are coffee beans in Machima's office, and someone usually grinds them freshly, and then brews them for her. But when Gojo Go came here today, the people who usually do things were asked to leave up.

The orange-pink-haired woman sat at the desk, resting her chin with one hand, and gently tapping the table with the other hand, making a rhythmic "dong dong" sound.

But can he really do this?

Although it is not difficult to make coffee, there is a saying that when I was in the college, she or my family made the coffee, and Gojo Satoru basically started salting fish as soon as he arrived at the office.

Besides, he still can't see that if the coffee machine is a different model, it should be very difficult to operate it with eyes closed.

For some reason, Gojo Satoru seemed to have seen her inner thoughts, turned his head and said, "Don't worry, I'm a man who can do everything perfectly!"

Oh, that being said, Gojo Satoru really knows everything.

It can't be said that he knows everything completely, but as long as he wants to learn, there is nothing he can't learn. From all aspects, he is a perfect and good man.

Except for a bad personality.

But in fact, Gojo Satoru himself is also reflecting on himself. After interacting with Maqima, his bad personality has obviously restrained a lot. It can be said that he has gradually evolved from a big white wolf to a kitten.

Maqima watched the other party's busy movements, reluctantly believed him, and softly uttered a nasal voice: "Mmm..."

As a newcomer to the coffee machine, Gojo Satoru's first time grinding coffee was indeed a bit jerky, but the final result looked decent.

The strong aroma of coffee spread to Machima along the air, and the smell of caffeine made people wake up for more than a moment. Gojo Satoru poured hot water, and the aroma became even stronger immediately.

After making the coffee, Machima suddenly saw Gojo Satoru take out a box of sugar cubes out of nowhere, and threw a lot into the cup. The dark coffee covered the white sugar cubes. Over time, the color of the coffee lightens almost visibly to the naked eye.

Macchima: "..."

Machima is used to drinking black coffee without adding anything, so there are actually no coffee ingredients in her office, and Gojo Satoru obviously knows it, so he bought a can of sugar by himself.

Sweet and greasy.

This was Machima's first thought when she smelled another new aroma after the cup of coffee was served in front of her.

Gojo Satoru seems to have brewed three cups of coffee, one for Machima and one for himself, with enough sugar of course.

The white-haired man skillfully took one of the cups, which was obviously still a light chocolate color: "Okay, I'm going to deliver a cup of coffee to Uncle Shore!"

Macchima: "..."

Won't the shore hit you?

However, according to recent observations, the relationship between Kishibe and Gojo Satoru seems to be better than she imagined. It may be the same unscrupulous teacher, and they will have more common language.

When Gojo Satoru found Kishito in the hall, Kishito was leisurely flipping through the newspaper.

Yesterday, I was a tour guide on the shore, and I spent an afternoon with Wujo Wu to familiarize myself with the rooms and layout of the Devil Police. With Wujo Wu's clever mind, of course, he memorized the terrain on the spot, and brought coffee to the lobby , walking with wind.

"I've made coffee for you." Gojo Satoru sat down on the sofa across from the shore, and pushed the cup of lighter-colored coffee to the shore, "Although it's left over for the boss."

Come on, feel the sugar crit.

Gojo Satoru was extremely happy.

Shore picked up the coffee: "Thank you."

The next second, he glanced at the color of the liquid in front of him again, as if something was wrong?

Oh, it seems that there is more than one point, Gojo Satoru just wants to mess with him, right?

Kishi thought for a while, put down the coffee again, and pushed it back: "It's not to my taste, you can drink it."

Gojo Satoru:?

Gojo Satoru shook his head in shock, and sank deeply into the sofa: "No way, no way, Uncle Kishibe, you can't stand sweetness, right? If you're a real man, don't say no!"

shore:"……"

Kishi straightened the neckline of his windbreaker, and said helplessly, "Do you think I am you? Does the aggressive method work?"

Gojo Satoru was still not to be outdone: "Tsk tsk tsk, uncle, that's why you're single. You must have never caught up with a woman you liked when you were young. You don't understand romance too much."

The romance of sugar, the elderly will not understand.

shore:?

Kishibe thought about how Guangxi replied back then.

"I like girls."

shore:"……"

Is the question of sexual orientation really something he can change with active skills?

Kishi said calmly: "You are not much better, kid, you are still young."

Thinking of the current cold war-like relationship between himself and Maqima, Gojo Gojo suddenly didn't want to continue this topic. The woman he liked couldn't catch up with him, and his marriage was not happy, so there was nothing to discuss.

Since Kishibe didn't intend to drink his special coffee, Gojo Satoru drank it himself. The coffee filled with sugar cubes must not taste like coffee, but like the kind of drink bought outside or chocolate milk , sweet and delicious.

Of course, this is for Gojo Satoru's own taste, and it tastes different to other people.

"Hey, I've made it up for myself. Will I be unable to sleep after drinking two cups at night?"

The white-haired man poked his chin with his index finger, blinked his blue eyes, and seemed a little embarrassed, but soon stopped thinking about it.

Forget it, it's a big deal not to sleep tonight.

The shore ignored him, but continued to flip through the newspaper comfortably.

Gojo Satoru felt bored, so he asked him, "Didn't you start taking care of those two problem children today? So leisurely?"

Every time Kishishi looked away from the newspaper, he seemed to have seen something interesting, but he responded casually: "Oh, they may be discussing the strategy of defeating me, although I feel that I have been beaten to death this morning. Ambitious."

Gojo Satoru held his chin and asked in confusion, "Eh? Then is it really okay for you to relax so much? Are you not afraid of their surprise attack?"

Kishi raised his eyes slightly, and said, "Don't get me wrong, I've been a demon hunter for decades, and I can be regarded as the strongest among them, so little tricks can't touch me."

Oh?

Are you the strongest too?

Wujo·The strongest conjurer·Enlightenment seems to have found a confidant. Uncle Kishibe is like himself in another world. He is also an unscrupulous teacher and the strongest, and his love life is also not smooth.

He got up and patted the shore on the shoulder: "Uncle, we must be in the same league!"

shore:"……"

Don't define him with him without authorization.

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After drinking a cup of coffee in a leisurely manner, Gojo Satoru said hello to Kishibe, and took the elevator upstairs by himself. When he reached the floor where Machima's office is located, he seemed to hear someone secretly talking about him. .

"...that is to say, the husband of Miss Macchima must have come in through the back door. He became Miss Macchima's secretary as soon as he came to the police. I heard that his salary is several times that of ours."

"I've heard, I've heard, but I don't know how professional he is. Why on earth is he favored by Miss Macchima? Is it because of his face?"

"I think so too……"

……

The door of the elevator opened suddenly, and the white-haired man in the uniform of the police ran into him head-on. The two people who were secretly lifting him just now were stunned.

Among other things, Gojo Satoru is still a relative of the boss no matter what, so first of all, he must not provoke him, or what if he tells Maqima small things about them?

The two of them panicked, but Wujo Satoru's mood was completely opposite to theirs.

what? What?Could it be that this is the so-called workplace exclusion?

He was suddenly very excited.

It is probably because there are too few people in the college, everyone is very close, and no one likes to talk small things, and usually "corrects" his mistakes face to face. This is the first time he encounters this situation, Gojo Satoru unexpectedly It's still a little cool.

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The tall, white-haired man rested his chin on one hand, bowed slightly and said, "Oh? I go through the back door?"

"No, no, you heard wrong..."

"Yes, we didn't say anything..."

Haha, why don't you admit it? Do you think he is deaf?

Although he can't see, it can't be said that he is deaf and blind. He is a positive young man in society!

"Well...don't admit it," Wujo Wu blinked a pair of blue eyes, the elevator door was about to close, but Wujo Wu pushed it back, "Actually, there's nothing to be embarrassed about, I just walked through the back door because of my beauty, there was something wrong ?"

Two people: "..."

Such a speechless incident, I never thought that Miss Macchima would actually fall in love with such a person.

When Gojo Satoru returned to the office, Maqima saw that he seemed to be in a good mood.

The conversation between several people just now happened at the top of the stairs, and Maqima naturally heard it, and she immediately felt that she had nothing to say, and the only thing she had to say was, Gojo Satoru deserves to be you.

Gojo Satoru pushed open the door and came in, then gently closed the office door: "I'm back, how is the boss resting?"

Probably because he heard the sound of the wind blowing the pages of the book, Gojo Satoru immediately said, "Oh, so the boss is already at work."

Maqima didn't answer him, just lowered her head slightly, and continued to correct the police documents.

All the demons seen by the citizens will be reported to the police, and Maqima has to review every document before correcting it. The workload is really heavy.

Gojo Satoru jumped behind Maqima again: "Boss, do you want me to squeeze your shoulders and back for you? I'm very good at it!"