Miss M7M doesn't want to be a conjurer

The afternoon at the high school passed quickly, and the next day Maqima got her conjurer qualification certificate.

Maqima took a look, it was level one.

Gojo Satoru came over, patted Maqima on the shoulder, and said earnestly: "Don't be discouraged, as long as you don't continue to hide your strength, you still have a chance to be promoted."

Macchima: "."

No, actually she still doesn't really want to be a conjurer.

Along with the conjuration master qualification certificate, there is also her teacher qualification certificate in the conjuration college. Maqima thought that the conjuration college is really a place where there is no need for a teacher certificate, so there will be a teacher like Gojo Satoru It makes sense.

Today, Yoshino Junpei also officially enrolled as a student of the High School of Conjuration. The white-haired boy who had a mission yesterday finally arrived today. vocabulary.

For example, rice ball fillings, and rice ball fillings, in short, rice ball fillings.

Maqima talked to the young spellcaster a few times, and quickly figured out his speaking routines, and finally there was no obstacle in communication.

Life in the college was much busier than before, but it made her feel a lot more fulfilled. As Gojo Satoru's teaching assistant, she didn't need to teach students, she just sat in the office reading documents and writing reports.

The content of the document was similar to the one she reviewed when she was in the Devil's Public Security Bureau. They were all the same cases where the curse spirit appeared.

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[新宿xx街xx巷子内出现1只三级咒灵，造成2人受伤，0人死亡，于7月30日下午4点被二级咒术师祓除。]

[3 curse spirits below level [-] appeared in xx village, xx county, Kyushu, and have been beaten to death by local villagers. ]

[轻井泽xx镇花火大会xx号巷子内出现2只2-1级咒灵，无人伤亡，于7月31日晚8点被特级咒术师五条悟祓除。]

Karuizawa Fireworks Festival?

She remembered that it was the curse spirit she and Wujo Wu met when they met for the first time.

Machima discovered another thing.

The second-level conjurer is unknown to exorcising curses, and no one knows his name. He has hidden merits and fame, so why is it that Wutiaowu is on a business trip to exorcise a curse spirit and be marked with his name?

Is it true that all super conjurers are like this?

She didn't understand, and didn't really want to know.

Mazima stamped the document deftly and turned to the next page.

After a day's work, Gojo Satoru finally came back from his task. Although he was the person in charge of the first grade, he didn't seem to have to go to class at ordinary times, and his daily routine was to exorcise curse spirits everywhere.

In the empty office there were only the sounds of a few social animals packing up their things and getting ready to leave work. The white-haired man crossed his legs, thought for a moment and then said: "Yoxi, to celebrate the new student's admission and Maqima getting a first-class conjurer Come on, let's go drink together!"

Jianren Qihai picked up the briefcase, straightened his tie, and planned to go out.

The housekeeper didn't even look at him: "You can't take the children to drink, so it's useless to celebrate."

Gojo Satoru suddenly realized, and punched his left fist with his right palm: "Ah, it seems to be the same. But wouldn't it be good to just help Maqima celebrate?"

Qihai Jianren and Jiarui Nitzi gave Maqima a face-saving look, as if they were asking for her opinion with their eyes, asking her if she would go or not.

Mazima shook her head expressionlessly, expressing that she had no interest in it, and it didn't matter whether she went or not.

The two people on the opposite side got up and wanted to leave.

Seeing this, Gojo Satoru stood up in a daze: "Eh! Eh?! Don't go, let's fight for wine, I treat you!"

Jianren Qihai: "I'm off work."

Jia Ruozi: "I'm not interested. I'm not short of your money."

Gojo Satoru still didn't give up: "Come on, then this way, I can help those who win the wine fight to do a day's task, the kind without pay!"

Qihai Jianren: "Deal."

Jia Ruozi: "Don't go back on your word."

Macchima: "..."

It seems that everyone is an old worker.

Gojo Satoru, who had finally succeeded, cheered, and took out his mobile phone again: "Then I'll call Yidizhi, and Principal Ye Moth... I don't know if he will come or not."

Only Yidizhi came last, and Ye Mo Zhengdao refused because he was too busy (poking the wool felt). Although Yidizhi didn't say no, he looked trembling, as if he was threatened by Gojo Satoru.

In addition to Macchima, a group of five people picked the most expensive tavern near the foot of the mountain, just to make Gojo Satoru spend more money.

However, Gojo Satoru didn't care about the money, and he told everyone that "the most expensive place must be the best", "how can the strongest be short of money", "don't go home if you don't get drunk tonight", Maqima can only say As expected of a person who lives in a villa.

The decoration in the tavern is rather simple, with all wooden tables and chairs. In addition to the smell of wine, cooking, and skewers, you can also smell the fragrance of wood in the room.

The five of them first ordered two glasses of draft beer, and drank while drinking.

It has to be said that alcohol can really confuse the mind and tell the truth after drinking. This symptom occurred within 5 minutes of drinking.

"First of all, congratulations to Maqima for becoming a first-level conjurer!"

Gojo Satoru slapped his hands symbolically and chirped a few times.

Gojo Satoru said while drinking, "Since it's Maqima's celebration, let Maqima say a few words?"

Then he clenched his hollow fist, pretending to have a microphone in his hand, and placed it in front of Mazima.

Gojo Satoru blinked at her, beckoning her to speak quickly.

Mazima thought for a while: "Hmm... I'm very happy to be a member of the Conjurer, I will probably do it well...?"

Gojo Wujo complained: "It's so casual!"

Jia Ruozi drank beer: "Good official."

Yidizhi Jie applauded loudly.

Jianren Qihai drank silently and did not speak at all.

Although I know that this person doesn't talk much, but since 5 minutes ago, when the wine was just served, he hasn't spoken.

Gojo Satoru held his chin, his blue eyes narrowed slightly, obviously he also noticed the abnormality of Nanami Jianren, and stared at him without squinting.

"Ah, Qi Haihai blushed, is she drunk?"

It shouldn't be, it's only half a cup.

Gojo Satoru glanced at Machima sitting next to him through the lens of his sunglasses. She had already started to drink her second cup, and she seemed to have no reaction at all.

Jianren Qihai raised his head in a daze, and muttered: "I... am not drunk... I want Gojo Satoru to work for me... a conjurer is shit... Gojo Satoru... is also shit..."

Wutiaowu: "..."

Home into the glass: "Pfft—! Speak the truth after drinking..."

Unexpectedly, the first person to get down turned out to be Jianren Qihai, who seemed to be a very social elite, but fortunately, he was not crazy about drinking, and his wine quality was not bad. After scolding Gojo Satoru, he lay down on the table and fell asleep peacefully up.

Twenty minutes later, Macchima had already started to drink the fifth cup, and the family had drunk three cups before slowly starting to talk nonsense, ah no, the truth.

"How could Gojo Satoru have someone like you...Your stubborn personality will guarantee that you won't find a girlfriend before the age of 30, ah, no, before the age of 35...every day, you are lazy, fish for money and don't do things, and you like to find trouble for nothing... ..."

"I often pick up students and add unnecessary workload to me... The most important thing is that I don't increase my salary... Are you a human being..."

"If you don't change your arrogant personality, even Mazima will run away..."

Macchima who was suddenly cue:?

Gojo Satoru has half a dime relationship with her? ?

Wutiaowu: "..."

I don't know where the sound of someone's heart breaking came from.

Is this a wine fight or Wujowu's shortcoming exchange meeting? ?What did he do wrong? ? ?

Oh, I see.

I'm sorry, but he was wrong, and he shouldn't have to ask for trouble.