Miss M7M doesn't want to be a conjurer

After spending the whole morning shopping with Machima as a reason to fish, Gojo Satoru also skipped work in the afternoon as a matter of course.

Machima quickly threw the coffee-stained white shirt into the washing machine, changed into casual clothes, and packed up.

Her room is on the second floor, and there are three rooms on the second floor. Gojo Goku lives opposite Machima, and there is an empty room in between, which seems to be used by Gojo Goto to store sundries.

"Speaking of the reformer I met today, there was a similar case a few days ago."

"Ah, Mr. Gojo did say before..."

"This is the reformed person that appeared in the data some time ago. I didn't expect it to appear in a crowded shopping mall."

Maqima wanted to recall what Gojo Satoru said in the shopping mall today, and asked suspiciously: "But what does this have to do with the number of people?"

"Curses generally don't appear in places where crowds gather, and even if there are, they will be used as a "curtain". "

Received the other party's puzzled gaze, Gojo Satoru continued to explain: "The so-called "tent" is a means to make the curse manifest, and people outside the tent cannot perceive what happened inside the tent. "

"Otherwise, only a small number of people will know the existence of the curse. Since it is preliminarily inferred that the human-transformation technique is used by the curse or the curse master, it should not be used in a place with a lot of people."

Gojo Satoru spoke very clearly, and it might be difficult for ordinary people to understand, but Maqima understood immediately.

"So before the damage spreads, it is necessary to catch the caster, and the person who performs the task, Maqima, is you."

Mazima tilted her head: "Is this the conjurer rating test you mentioned earlier?"

Gojo Satoru shook his phone: "Yes, Principal Noctua Moth notified me during the aftermath. Although I will go with you, unless you are about to die, I will not take action."

Machima nodded in understanding.

"Ding--"

It's the notification tone of the mobile phone.

She saw a group chat that she hadn't seen before appeared in the Line interface, and Gojo Satoru should have pulled her into it just now.

【Conjuration College Tokyo School Teachers Notification Group】

[Night Moth Zhengdao: Excuse me, who is this? ]

[mkm: Hello principal, I'm Macchima, it seems that Mr. Gojo just pulled me in. ]

mkm changed the group nickname to Macchima.

[Qihai Jianren:? ]

[Yiji Jiegao: Welcome, are you a new teacher, I, Idizhi Jiegao, please give me your advice in the future. ]

[Family into the glass: Ah welcome, Maqima is also coming to the college to be a teacher? ]

[Machima: ? ]

She hadn't heard of it.

On the other side, Gojo Satoru's private chat was bombarded by Noctua Moth.

[Night Moth Righteous Way:? ? ?Why did you drag her into the group? ]

[Night moth Zhengdao: Now that the qualifications of the conjurer have not been determined, and the danger is unknown, why did you put her inside? ]

[Night Moth Zhengdao: Besides, she is not a teacher. ]

……

[I am the strongest: ah?Because the principal asked me to give you her contact information, I thought it was troublesome so I just joined the group, you can add it yourself. ]

[Night Moth Zhengdao: ...? ? ]

What the hell reason is this? ?

[I am the strongest: Ah, speaking of being a teacher, I will ask Macchima to help me teach the first grade in the future. Sure enough, I still can’t handle it by myself. I need a teaching assistant! ]

[Night Moth Righteous Way: ...]

He saw that he was just trying to be lazy.

[Night Moth Zhengdao: That's fine, transfer your salary to her in the future. ]

[I am the strongest:? ? ? ]

At the same time, [Teacher Notification Group of the Magic College Tokyo School] group.

[I am the strongest: I just decided to let Maqima be my teaching assistant, so this group must have her as a member. ]

The leader of the group, Zhengdao Noctua, changed the group nickname of the member I am the strongest to Gojo Satoru.

[Wujo Satoru:? ]

Gojo Satoru changed the nickname of the group to Strawberry Buffy.

[Strawberry Buffy is delicious: I am a unique person.smile.jpg]

[Night Moth Righteous Way: . ]

[Home into the glass: ...]

After a short episode, Gojo Satoru changed the nickname of the group back to his real name, and everyone in the group also knew Maqima's false identity as a "wild magician". They heard that she would have a grading exam tomorrow, and everyone would support her. come on.

It can be seen that as long as the five Wutiao crosses are crossed out in the Conjuration College, the atmosphere is quite peaceful.

Maqima passed the friend application of several people, except for the family who entered the glass, basically said hello and there was no movement.

Jiarui Nizi posted one more post than the others: [If you can't bear it, come and live with me. ]

[Machima: Okay. ]

Maqima was a little free, so she asked Gojo Satoru to ask for the password of the computer in the study, looked up some unique terms of her world on the Internet, and confirmed that there was nothing related to "demons" in this world, and then put a search record and browsing record Articles are deleted.

Then I checked the "curse" and "unknown missing persons" in this world.

It turns out that very few people in this world really know what a "curse" is.

This time after reading Maqima, he didn't delete all the records, but closed the webpage, turned off the computer, got up and left the study.

When she came out to go upstairs to rest, Gojo Satoru was still watching the movie with great interest, and beckoned to her when she came out, asking her if she wanted to watch it together.

It was about four or five o'clock in the afternoon, and Maqima happened to have nothing to do, so she sat on the sofa and watched the whole movie with Gojo Satoru.

Gojo Satoru was relatively quiet on the way to watch the movie, but as soon as the movie ended, the conversation started immediately.

"Is the heroine of this movie super-bad? But the ending is also quite miserable. Is this how evil comes around..."

"And this male lead is really stupid, it's because he was seduced by the female lead that he became like this."

Mazima propped her chin and said with a smile, "Probably so."

Gojo Satoru turned his head, looked at her and blinked, then suddenly stopped talking.

Mazima didn't watch the next movie with him, because it was almost seven o'clock now, and the sky was getting dark. She took out some ingredients to be used from the refrigerator, washed her hands, and was ready to start cooking.

Gojo Satoru poked his head out from the door, rolled up his sleeves and said, "Yo Xi, let me help too."

Machima looked up at him: "Okay, what will Mr. Gojo do?"

Gojo Satoru thought for a while: "Basically, except for complicated cooking."

Conjurers are very capable of surviving in the wild. Because of missions, they often spend the night outside. Of course, three meals must be taken care of by themselves. As the strongest conjurer, Gojo Satoru is also able to cook at his fingertips.

At most, it may be that the appearance and taste are a bit poor, but it does not hinder the filling of the stomach.

Maqima put a cutting board in front of him: "Mr. Wutiao, let's wash and chop the vegetables. Cut the potatoes and carrots into small pieces, and cut the vegetables into a size that is convenient for your mouth."

The white-haired man responded obediently: "Okay."

Gojo Satoru accompanied Machima to work in the kitchen for a while before being invited out. In the end, she made a pot of cream stew and asked Gojo Satoru to get the bowls and chopsticks.

Although the two of them were not the type to talk during meals, so they basically didn't say a few words, but the atmosphere was still pleasant.

After dinner, Makima went to take a shower, and found that there was no hair dryer here, and she didn't buy one.

"Because I don't usually dry my hair very much." At this time, Gojo Satoru had just taken a shower, and water was still dripping from the ends of his white hair. "How about I help Machima dry her hair?"

Machima paused as she wiped her hair with a towel, and her golden eyes looked at the rare white-haired man who took off his sunglasses.