Miss M7M doesn't want to be a conjurer

Gojo Satoru asked if he wanted to help her brush her hair. Maqima's first feeling was that he was joking, but she sat next to him with a half-smile, and when he stretched out another hand, she realized that it was not.

"Come on, give me the towel."

At this time, Gojo Satoru was only wearing a white T-shirt and a pair of homely trousers, revealing the places that he couldn't usually see.

For example, the muscular arms, the angular jaw, and the collarbone that has been hidden under the high collar.

And Maqima is in a similar state, her long orange-pink hair is tied into a ball, and the tips of her hair are still dripping water, and her always clear golden eyes seem to be covered with a layer of water mist.

Machima looked at the other person's movements, smiled softly, and put the towel on her head again: "Mr. Wujo seems to be able to dry his own hair before drying it for me."

Wutiao Wu heard the words and twirled his damp white hair with his fingers: "Shouldn't you dry it for you first? Because the strongest one won't catch a cold."

Machima thought for a while, "But I've only heard that idiots don't catch colds. Besides, there is no one who will never get sick."

Gojo Satoru: "Oh, then I'm definitely not stupid."

Machima propped her chin, and her gaze fell directly on Gojo Satoru: "Then let me ask you again, does Mr. Gojo know how to dry his hair?"

Gojo Satoru was also taken aback when asked this question, because no one knows how to wipe his hair: "Ah? Isn't it just to wipe your hair? Just wipe it like that, or does Machima have any way to dry your hair in a second?" ?”

It seems that this question seems to involve Gojo Satoru's knowledge blind spot.

"It won't dry out in a second, so let me ask another question, does Mr. Wujo know how to dry your hair correctly?"

Gojo Satoru blinked, he obviously knew everything, but he didn't pay attention to the details of these types of life.

Seeing that he was silent, Machima wanted to reach for the towel on his shoulders, but found that the distance between the two of them was slightly larger, so she moved closer to each other, and suddenly found that she couldn't get close to him for some reason.

"Oh," Gojo Wujo came back to his senses, "What you just met was the "infinity" around me. It is this that makes you get slower the closer you get to me. Simply put, it is the enchantment around me. Usually always have. "

As he spoke, he gestured for the distance of a few centimeters with one hand.

Mazima noticed the suspiciousness in his words: "This is also a spell? Then why when I touched you before..."

Gojo Satoru raised his index finger as if he had expected her to ask such a question, and replied, "Ah, then I lifted it because I thought you were going to touch me. Don't ask me why I didn't lift it this time!"

The question is that he didn't pay attention just now and was distracted.

At that time, what suddenly burst into the nostrils was an elegant floral fragrance, probably the shampoo she just bought today, which was quite different from the one he used.

He seemed to be dazed by her sudden approach.

Mazima sighed nonchalantly: "That's a pity, but I always feel that Mr. Gojo will always let me discover new things, so how many abilities do I not know?"

She tilted her head obediently, looking innocent and sincere.

Gojo Wutiao paused, he thought he would not accept this kind of trick, but a subtle feeling suddenly appeared.

"...Suddenly, I can't figure it out when I'm asked like this. I know too many spells, so I can only talk about them when I need them."

Machima: "Versailles?"

Gojo Satoru: "No, you know I'm the strongest."

While chatting, the topic changed from wiping hair to what kind of spells Gojo Satoru could do. Only then did Machima remember to get Gojo Satoru's towel, gently put it on the other person's head, and slowly wipe it from the root of the hair.

She felt that the people under her were obviously stiff when they first touched her, which might be a conditioned reflex.

Was he worried that she would wring his head off?

Mazima no longer thought about it: "Even if it's just a small matter of wiping your hair, there are many different ways to do it from the scalp and roots to avoid hair damage."

Gojo Satoru let Machima play with his hair, and only at this time would he feel that the other party was not some so-called "demon hunter", but a gentle and delicate woman.

The movements of her hands were very light, and sometimes she would ask him if he was in pain, Gojo Satoru suddenly felt very illusory, maybe she did it on purpose to make him relax his vigilance.

But it's useless to think about it, even if she is not vigilant, she can't do anything to him.

"After drying the roots of the hair, gently pat the ends of the hair. Never rub the hair, otherwise it will cause damage to the hair..."

Gojo Satoru grabbed Machima's hand and the towel on her head, and rubbed it on her head indiscriminately: "Isn't that too slow? Magicians are very busy."

"With the time to wipe my hair like this, I would have already arrived at the scene and exorcised the curse. So it's a waste of time for Mazima to do so!"

"So Mr. Gojo would rather spend his free time watching movies and fishing?"

Gojo Satoru: Damn, damn it, I really want to refute it, but what she said makes sense.

Gojo Satoru quickly lost the battle, and rubbed his head twice, feeling that it was almost dry, so he took the towel that Maqima put on his head.

The white-haired man pointed to the towel and said, "Then it's my turn to wipe it for you."

So the ultimate goal is to wipe her?

"Come on, come on, Maqima don't worry, I've learned it, it won't damage the hair quality, after all, I'm the strongest."

Machima smiled: "Okay then."

She turned around, her back was facing Gojo Satoru, the back of her neck was exposed, and he realized that the other party's collar had been wet by the dripping water.

Conjurers generally don't point the fragile back of the neck to others, unless they are very trustworthy people.

Gojo Satoru frowned, I really don't know if he was trusted by her, or she didn't think about such a thing at all.

He put her hair down, put the rubber band directly on her wrist, imitated her previous movements, gently wiped the scalp and hair roots, and then patted the ends of the hair slowly, letting the towel absorb it little by little moisture.

Feeling that it was almost done, Gojo Satoru asked again: "What to do next?"

Maqima took the towel: "From now on, Mr. Wutiao is not needed. It would be good to wrap the whole head with a towel, but Mr. Wutiao should not be used."

After all, the hair is too short.

After wrapping her hair, Maqima looked at the time again. It was seven or eight o'clock. She usually slept very late because she had to work, and now she didn't have to work so she didn't know what to do.

For a moment, the house was surprisingly quiet.

After a while, Gojo Satoru first broke the silence: "Time is so fast."

Like sighing something.

Machima thought about it again, and it turned out that less than a day had passed since their first meeting, that is, the somewhat bad first meeting at the Karuizawa Fireworks Festival.

During this day, she went from Karuizawa to Tokyo, and met the curse masters who are highly specialized in curses and spells.

It can be said that it is completely different from the life of three points and one line in the original world.

Gojo Satoru stretched his waist: "It's so boring—Machima will continue to watch movies with me!"

Maqima didn't answer the other party's words first, but asked instead: "What time do you leave tomorrow?"

The white-haired young man collapsed on the sofa, as if turning into a puddle of water: "It doesn't matter what time it is, as long as the task can be completed."

"Is there no one else but the two of us?"

Gojo Satoru sat up straight: "Ah, so it seems that Youruhito and Nanamikai are going to do this investigation too."

Macchima: ?

Qi Haihai knew who she was talking about, but the name Youruto was familiar to her ears, the first time she heard it was on the phone of Gojo Satoru on the Shinkansen yesterday.The second time is...

The mouth of the special-grade curse spirit.

The second condition at that time: "Make the container of double-faced Su Nuo, Polygonum cuspidatum Yuren join us."