Miss M7M doesn't want to be a conjurer

Gojo Satoru didn't let Infinity separate the two of them.

The person on the shoulders was breathing evenly and long, and he didn't look like he was pretending to be asleep. His soft and smooth sideburns were hanging down his chest, and a few strands of hair rubbed against his neck, slightly itchy.

She shouldn't be...pretending, right?

This made Gojo Satoru to be honest for a long time. He really became the other party's pillow helplessly. Compared with the glass, it looked cold and hard, and he would definitely have a headache if he leaned on it for a long time.

After an unknown amount of time, Gojo Satoru gently lifted Machima's head and placed it on the soft cushion behind her, so that she could sleep on it, while he stood up and walked away from the seat with his hands in his pockets.

What Wujo Satoru didn't know was that as soon as he disappeared from the vicinity, Maqima opened her eyes. It might be better to say that she hadn't slept the whole time, just wanting to see how the other party would react.

Machima heard Gojo Satoru walking toward the end of the carriage, she straightened her coat, and leaned back in the chair quietly.

Gojo Satoru walked into the men's room in a few steps, took out his mobile phone and dialed a number, the other side beeped a few times, and the connection was quickly connected.

"Hey."

"Hello? Headmaster Night Moth, do you want to discuss something?"

"I reject."

As soon as Ye Mo Zhengdao finished speaking, he made a gesture to hang up the phone, but Gojo Wu said first: "Hey, don't hang up in a hurry, I think this is a good thing, don't you plan to listen?"

Ye Mozheng's heart was as cold as iron: "If you call on your own initiative, nothing good will happen."

He and Gojo Satoru have known each other for so many years, and he has already figured out the other party's temperament. If he hangs up the phone directly, maybe the other party will fly back directly from Karuizawa.

"Well, how about listening to me?" Gojo Satoru smiled brightly, "This is a rare good thing for both the magic world and the higher education."

"You...you won't pick up another student, will you?"

"How is it possible! Yuren and Yuta are exceptions, even I won't keep picking up students outside!"

"You have picked it up twice, but you have the nerve to say, why don't you say that it will be an accident next time... If not, what is it, tell me quickly."

"I found it in Karuizawa, a woman whose strength may be only inferior to mine..."

Gojo Satoru admitted that his words were a bit bragging, but this time when they first met, neither of them showed their strength, and he had a hunch that the abilities he saw were only rare.

Gojo Satoru deliberately hung on the other side and didn't continue talking until a voice came from the phone: "...continue talking."

The white-haired man raised his eyebrows triumphantly: "Isn't it miraculous that she can directly pass through infinity and hurt me without using spell power? And I have a guess, she may come from the 'other side' of."

Although Maqima said before that his subordinates left her and went back first, his "six eyes" could see clearly that all the contacts in the address book were not in the service area.

This may have some inexplicable relationship with the "other half of the world" studied by the upper echelons.

"What?!" Ye Mozheng suppressed the shock in his heart, and asked back: "If this is the case, shouldn't it be reported directly to the higher-ups?"

"No, the old men are too long-winded, and will add unnecessary trouble, telling them is not worthwhile."

"...It's not a question of whether it's worth it or not. If it really comes from the 'other side', her danger is unknown. Besides, how long do you think the two of us can keep it a secret?"

"Never mind him, let's talk when the time comes." Wujo Satoru said indifferently, after thinking for a while, he added: "That's it, and besides, Reuters, she is a beautiful woman."

Night Moth said rightly: "..."

"You'd better have thought of a countermeasure."

Ye Mo Zhengdao sighed heavily, if Wujo Satoru had already decided on something, it would be very difficult to change his mind, he was not only willful to death, but also stubborn to death.

"Isn't it enough that she will become a conjurer?"

"I think this is not what the other party said, but what you said?"

"Well, I will convince her, don't worry."

"Wu, you go back to the college first, don't let her be discovered, we can discuss this matter later."

"Okay, hang up."

Gojo Satoru hung up the phone, feeling better immediately. He put away his phone, opened the door and walked straight out.

"Ah?" Gojo Gojo's footsteps faltered, "Could it be that Maqima also came to the men's room?"

Machima stood outside obediently with her hands behind her back, leaning her body gently against the wall, her golden eyes drooping slightly, she finally looked up when she noticed him coming out.

"Do you think I look like Mr. Gojo?"

like what?Does it look like a man?

"Of course not." Gojo Satoru replied, "It's better to say that I haven't seen a beauty like Miss Machima for a long time."

Machima smiled and said, "Thank you."

The two went back to their seats one after the other and sat down. Gojo Satoru took off his sunglasses and planned to squint for a while. Even if Maqima made any dangerous moves while he was asleep, he would be the first to notice.

After all, murderous intent cannot be concealed.

Not to mention that the target is Gojo Satoru.

Just as Gojo Satoru closed his eyes, suddenly there was a weight on his shoulders. He raised his eyes, and the woman was closing her eyes with peace of mind, with faintly curved lips.

A brace.

But this time he knew she wasn't asleep.

"Have I ever done this before?" Marchma asked.

Gojo Satoru didn't move: "Well, are my shoulders still comfortable?"

"It's a big, warm shoulder, and it's a good pillow," Mazima said, twirling her fingers absently through her temple hair.

"That's good. But even my shoulders will be sore if I let Mazima sleep for a while."

"Not for a long time."

Machima let down the hair on her fingertips, and then took hold of the white-haired man's hand resting on the armrest.

"Mr. Gojo's hands are also warm, and much bigger than mine."

Gojo Satoru was taken aback, he looked at Maqima, and found that the other party's eyes were calm, it didn't look like he was joking at all, but he was explaining something seriously.

She can touch his hand completely, because he is useless.

No one has ever touched him like this before, either because of the fear of the "strongest" title, or because no one can touch him.

Gojo Satoru suddenly felt a novelty, he obediently lowered his hand and kept it still, letting Machima hold it in his hand.

Her hands were slender and porcelain white, which didn't look like what such a dangerous person should have, but more like a white-collar worker sitting in an office.

Compared to Gojo Satoru, Maqima didn't think about anything, but concentrated on observing the hands of the two people. Gojo Satoru's palm was more than a circle bigger than hers.

Mazima put her two fingertips together, pressed them silently, and then slipped in between his fingers.

Gojo Satoru is more than 1.9 meters tall, while she is only 1.6 meters in her early years. It is probably because of the height difference that the size of the palms is also much different. In contrast, her hands are the same as those of children.

"I heard Mr. Wujo's call before, why did I become a magician?"

"Well, who knows." Gojo Gojo scratched his head brazenly, "Why?"

Maqima raised her eyelids slightly, her hearing was not so good, and she listened to Gojo Gojo's phone call from far away, so it was useless.

The only thing she didn't understand about the content of the phone call was what the "other side" meant. Perhaps the world she lived in was the so-called "other side", but this was just her guess.

"I'm a person with a job. Is it a bit far-fetched to be a part-time magician?"

"How come, just quit your previous job." Gojo Satoru looked at Maqima, "Speaking of which, what is Maqima's job?"

Mazima raised her head from her shoulders, glanced at him, and parted her thin lips: "Demon hunter."

Gojo Satoru was startled, and then suddenly realized and laughed out loud.

"What's wrong?"

"Did you just say 'demon hunter'?"

They don't have such a job here.

Machima blinked: "You heard me wrong, I'm just an ordinary civil servant."

Seeing Gojo Satoru's reaction, Machima was sure that there were no demons in this world, and there would be no such profession as a demon hunter.

"Ahahaha, don't pretend to be stupid, I heard you, you said demon hunter, what kind of profession is this? Or... what kind of world do you come from?"

Maqima was silent for a few seconds, and then said: "I'm not interested in joking with Mr. Gojo."

From the very beginning, Gojo Satoru found that his "six eyes" could not see through Machima, there was no emotional fluctuations, stable emotions and facial nerves at all.

Not even the slightest change in heartbeat.

Gojo Satoru braced his face: "Don't admit it...it doesn't matter, I will ask one day."

From Karuizawa to Tokyo, it only takes about an hour to take the Shinkansen. The two stopped talking, and arrived not long after.

When she came out of the platform, Maqima looked at the time, and it was nearly twelve o'clock.

"Maqima also came to the college together? There are many interesting things here! And..." Gojo Goto paused, "You don't have a place to live now, do you? Do you want to sleep on the street?"

He wanted to say something again.

Macchima thought.

"No, the company has staff apartments, and I live there."

She really wants to go to the high school, after all, it has something to do with the reason why she came to this world, but before that, she wants to go around Tokyo.

"Hey... so, then I'll write you the address!"

Maqima took out her mobile phone, Gojo Satoru immediately understood, the two exchanged contact information, and sent Gaozhuan's address along the way.

Then, the white-haired man disappeared from her sight in an instant.