Miss M7M doesn't want to be a conjurer

Ever since he heard someone knocking on the door, Gojo Satoru has been hiding around the corner and listening to Machima's conversation with another person.

The man asked, "Are you going to drink today?"

Gojo Satoru blows his hair, what is "return"?It's not the first time they've gone out to drink!Obviously he hasn't gone out to drink alone with Maqima yet!

And where did this wild man come from! ?

Five cats are going to be angry!

He couldn't help thinking that if he wasn't by her side these days, he might have been hanging out with someone. Look at this dwarf hat gentleman!Definitely not a nice guy!

What kind of good people can there be for gangsters, black hands, and party members? !

It's getting bad, it's getting bad!

He managed to resist rushing out, waiting for Mazima's reply.

"Sorry, I'm a little tired after finishing the task today, so I won't go." Mazima smiled apologetically.

There was a flash of disappointment on Zhongyuan Zhongye's face, but he quickly recovered, and said: "The task is hard, then you have a good rest."

Gojo Satoru almost laughed out loud.

Look, sure enough, his position in her heart is different from others. As soon as he came, Maqima immediately rejected others. Didn't this mean that she wanted to go out for a walk with him alone?

It wasn't until Maqima sent Chuya away and closed the door that Gojo Satoru finally came out from the corner.

The white-haired man smiled brightly, his eyes narrowed behind the sunglasses: "Hahaha, Maqima wants to go out for a walk with me, just say so, don't be embarrassed."

Macchima: ?

"Actually, I didn't..." I planned to take a walk with Mr. Gojo.

Before she could finish her sentence, Chuya Zhongya's voice came from outside the door again: "Ah, Maqima has something else..."

The door was not closed tightly, Nakahara just pushed the door lightly and it opened, and happened to see Gojo Satoru with a smug expression.

Zhong Yuanzhong was also shocked: "Where did you come from?!"

When he first came here, he didn't see anyone else in the room, and he didn't see anyone else on the entire floor.

But before Zhongyuan Zhongya digested it, Gojo Satoru threw out such a sentence: "Isn't this the little dwarf just now? How old is this year?"

The expression on the white-haired man's face changed from a bright smile just now to a successful look that made him want to punch him.

Zhongyuan Zhong also broke the defense in a second, clenched his fists, and controlled himself not to blow up the mafia building in the port immediately: "Who are you calling a bastard!?"

Gojo Satoru even made a face at him: "Whoever agrees is the one who says it."

After finishing speaking, Gojo Satoru held Machima's hand, and immediately used the spell, leaving only Zhongyuan Zhongye standing at the door, who could only rot his anger in his stomach.

The scene around him suddenly changed to the downstairs of the mafia building in the port, and the man standing guard at the door was shocked.

But fortunately, the members of their port mafia have received strict training, and in a place like Yokohama where people with supernatural abilities gather, they have long been familiar with things that do not conform to common sense.

Maqima couldn't help but start to look up at the sky. Sure enough, this person is actually a primary school student...

Gojo Satoru rested his chin on one hand, as if thinking, and squeezed her hand with the other hand: "Well... are there any good places in Yokohama?"

"You don't need to know that if you're just walking."

"Well, yes."

The two walked side by side on the streets of Yokohama. Yokohama is very bustling at night, with noisy crowds and bright neon lights on both sides of the road, which is completely opposite to the scene where they usually go out for a walk.

Maqima is thinking about whether to send a message to Zhongya Zhongya to explain, and she still cares more about the "one more thing" that Zhongya Zhongya said before, and she hasn't heard it yet.

However, the person next to her seemed to stare at her often, and every time she turned her head away, the other person looked away, pretending that she hadn't done anything.

When she is blind...

It was as if he was watching her all the time to send Zhongya a message.

Machima thought for a while, but didn't make any moves for a long time.

At the same time, Wujo Satoru was still brainstorming.

Does she like him or not, or is that short hat gentleman better than him?

Impossible, that guy has a bad temper at first glance, and his personality must be particularly bad. Maqima will definitely not have any thoughts about him.

Hey, it stands to reason that under the circumstances of this kind of plot, shouldn't Maqima also like him?Besides, there should be no one who doesn't like him who is the strongest and most handsome...

How to confirm what she thinks about him, what should she usually say at such a time?

Forget it, forget it.

Gojo Satoru patted his face with both hands.

"I said, does Machima like me?"

Machima turned her head, the smile on her face remained unchanged, her thin lips parted slightly: "I don't hate Mr. Gojo."

Don't hate it, that is to say like it?

She likes him too...

"But Mr. Gojo suddenly asked why?"

"Eh?" Gojo Satoru was taken aback, glanced aside, trying to change the subject, "The weather is so nice today."

Maqima: "? But these days there is moderate smog."

Wutiaowu: "..."

Although the beginning was not very good, but because Maqima didn't want the atmosphere to be too embarrassing, the atmosphere along the way was pretty good.

"I heard that there is a newly opened dessert shop in Shinjuku with good ratings, let's go together next time!"

"And Junpei met Yuren yesterday, and they got along very well, probably because the special training for Yuren was the reason for watching movies."

Gojo Satoru kept looking for topics: "We're going to the sister school exchange meeting in a week, everyone from Kyoto has arrived today."

I always feel that since Maqima first came to the college, the students have been talking every day that the exchange meeting is coming soon. It has been nearly a month so far, and the exchange meeting is finally about to start.

"Then starting from tomorrow is the joint training of the two schools?"

Although Maqima has the name of a teaching assistant, she has actually done nothing other than helping Gojo Satoru with some documents, and she has very little communication with the students.

Gojo Satoru was heartbroken: "Yes, I'm going to be busy starting tomorrow."

I have to be responsible for the training camp during the day, and I still have to go on missions at night, so I don't have time to come to Yokohama to see her.

-

The next day, at the Tokyo Magic High School.

The white-haired magician Qiang Qiang leaned on the desk again: "What do you think we are related now?"

Jia Ruozi lit a cigarette skillfully: "She didn't mean that, did she? What are you fantasizing about?"

Gojo Satoru jumped up instantly: "If you don't hate it, don't you just like it! Is there a problem!"

Jia Ruozi looked at him with an expression of caring for the growth of mentally handicapped children, and puffed out the window: "She said that because she didn't want to be too embarrassed, and if you want me, I'll just let you die."

Wutiaowu: "..."

Are these two things that can be compared together? !

"So whatever Nitro's idea is good, give me an idea."

His soft white hair was scratched and messed up, and he was so upset that he was almost rolling on the floor now.

Jia Ruozi suddenly laughed out loud: "Why did you admit it all of a sudden?"

Gojo Satoru asked, "Admit what?"

"you like her."

Jia Ruozi's tone was strict, and he also used a very affirmative tone.

"Didn't you say it was obvious?"

"That's true."

"So help me out."

"Why?"

Gojo Gojo gave a thumbs up: "I invite you to drink."

"No need." Jiarui Nitro firmly refused.

She likes to drink, and also likes to drink with other people, but this "other" is also divided, if Maqima invites her, she will definitely go, Gojo Satoru will forget it.

"It's about time for the people from the Kyoto school to arrive, don't you want to go and see?"

Gojo Satoru leaned back: "Let's enjoy the youth of the young people themselves, maybe they are already discussing friendlyly now."

And on the playground of the Tokyo Conjuration College, in response to Gojo Satoru's words, some students from the two schools joined together and fought fiercely.

The topic ended due to the silence of the two, and not long after, Jianren Qihai pushed open the door of the office and walked in.

Jia Ruozi: "You let Qihai think of a way for you?"

Gojo Satoru looked disgusted: "Hey... Qi Haihai probably hasn't even held a girl's hand."

Qihai Jianren: "..."

So where did Wujo Satoru come from?

Qihai Jianren put the briefcase on the desk, pulled out the chair and sat down, and said, "I don't want to join your boring conversation, please ignore me."

Jia Ruozi shook the smoke: "He said so."

Wutiaowu: "..."

"Actually, I'm a little surprised. You're so obvious. There's no reason Mazima can't see it, right? And she asked you back yesterday because she knew what you were thinking."

Ask him why he asked that way.

Jia Ruozi concluded: "I guess she found out earlier than you."

Maqima can't be an elm head like Gojo Satoru, her mind should be very meticulous, whether it is with Gojo Satoru or their relationship is handled very well.

She is gentle and polite, but keeps a little distance that cannot be approached. It may be difficult for ordinary people to really understand her.

Her way of answering yesterday was also the most standard, it was not embarrassing, and it could achieve her goal.

for what purposeOf course, it refers to the meaning of testing Wujowu.

Gojo Satoru was alert: "Is she playing with me?"

"That's not the case, I just don't want the relationship to become too awkward." In fact, it was already a disguised rejection.

"Isn't it better to just say it straight?"

Jia Ruozi gave him a blank look: "You don't understand. Either confess your love, or give up, although I don't think your chances are great."

Gojo Satoru: "Glass, you are so ruthless."

Jia Ruozi, a cruel and ruthless woman who dares to pour cold water on other people's love affairs.

-

At the same time, Maqima still sent a message to Zhongyuan Zhongye.

[Machima: I'm sorry for what happened yesterday, Mr. Gojo has that kind of character, and what was the one thing that Mr. Chuya said before? ]

Zhong Yuanzhong also saw the message, and the anger that had rotted in his stomach suddenly surged up again, and he couldn't help clenching his fists.

Such a character... It really reminded him of some bastard who had defected for a long time.

Zhong Yuanzhong also resisted and replied the message: [It's okay. ]

It's actually totally related.

[Chuya Nakahara: Also about yesterday, I wanted to ask when you were leaving, and I found out from my subordinates later. ]

Maqima replied with an [OK] expression, and turned off the phone when she saw that there were no more messages from the other side.

The week in Yokohama was quickly over, and Makima returned to Tokyo on the evening of the seventh day.

The time is Sunday, and it is reasonable to say that it is the last day of rest, but because Maqima was on a business trip for a

Zhou, the high school specially gave her a two-day vacation.

As soon as she got home, Maqima was thrown to the ground by the dogs. I haven't seen her for a week. The little guys wanted her to death. I heard that some of them couldn't eat just thinking about her.

Maqima quickly changed her clothes and poured some dog food for the dogs one by one. I don't know if it was her illusion, but she actually felt that everyone lost weight in the past few days when she was not here.

Maqima finally sat on the sofa after finishing all these tasks, and found that Line had a message from Zhongyuan Zhongye.

[Nakahara Chuya: Have you been to Tokyo yet? ]

[Machima: It's home now. ]

[Chuya Nakahara: I want to ask about the beer you recommended to me before, which brand is better? ]

Just as Mazima was about to reply to him, a person appeared behind her, forming a huge shadow in front of her.

Gojo Satoru leaned on the back of the sofa aggrievedly: "Tsk tsk tsk, will you send messages to others as soon as you get back?"

As soon as he saw [Nakahara Chuya] written on the note, he knew it was the short hat-kun.

Obviously, he teleported over with a spell, so she didn't hear the other person's footsteps. Before Mazima could reply, she turned off the phone first.

Maqima turned her head to look at him: "Mr. Chuya is discussing wine with me."

His tone was serious, and he sounded extremely serious.

But Wujo Satoru was shocked suddenly.

In, also, first, student? !

She never called him to enlightenment!