Miss M7M doesn't want to be a conjurer

Early the next morning, Machima prepared breakfast and waited for Gojo Satoru to get up and go downstairs.

Gojo Gojo smelled the fragrance as soon as he went downstairs, and couldn't help but quicken his pace, and saw Maqima sitting on a chair waiting for him to eat.

Maqima smiled as usual: "Good morning, Mr. Gojo."

"morning……"

He looked at Maqima as if she was the same as usual, what happened last night was like a dream, and she still felt very real when she woke up.

But she won't call him "enlightenment", that means it's true.

Why on earth is she still acting the same as usual...

When Gojo Satoru came back from washing, Maqima was resting with his chin on one hand and his eyes closed. He had been busy for a week, but he got up early to make breakfast for him after finally getting his vacation. He must be too sleepy.

Gojo Satoru was unusually quiet, Maqima's expression from last night was still recurring in his mind.

Is he doing something wrong?

no.

Maqima put her chin in both hands and asked him, "Will you go together after Mr. Wujo gets off work today?"

Gojo Satoru didn't realize what Maqima said for a moment, and was about to ask her "where are you going".

"Didn't Gojo-san say that Mr. Gojo would pay for the mental damage of the hidden menu of that dessert shop in Shibuya?"

Oh, this one.

No, she was actually willing to accompany him! ?

-

In the morning, the Tokyo Metropolitan College of Magic and Magic.

Even though September is about to enter, Tokyo is still very hot. Although the high school is in the mountains, it is better than the city, but the students who exercise a lot every day still cannot resist the heat.

Nagasaki Wild Rose had just finished her discussion with Zenyuan Maki, and after forcing herself to take a few steps, she fell down on the lawn: "So, it seems that I haven't seen Teacher Maqima recently."

"I heard he was on a business trip."

"Salmon."

Nagasaki Wild Rose let out a long breath: "That's it, after all, Teacher Maqima is a first-level conjurer, and your lord is really busy."

Chanyuan Maki sat down beside her: "Why does it feel like a school without Teacher Maqima?"

The dog curly spine nodded again and again: "Salmon salmon."

The panda also intervened in the conversation: "Mmm, Mrs. Macchima is the most teacher-like teacher in the college."

Nagasaki Ye Qiangwei sat up suddenly, and agreed: "You are right, are there any other teachers in the college? There are no more."

And let's take a look at who these highly skilled adults are, childish adults, wool felt adults, adults who hate labor, and decadent adults.

Fu Heihui couldn't help complaining: "... Teacher Wutiao will cry when he hears it."

Zenyuan Maki: "Idiots don't get sad."

A few people got together, and they were also chatting friendly today about how unreliable Gojo Satoru's character is.

And will the fool be sad?

Meanwhile, in the office.

When Gojo Satoru started to tell yesterday's story, Yarui Nishizi had already lit a cigarette very proficiently: "So, it's rare for you to do things for others, and the result is thankless?"

She said why she always saw Maqima sitting in the office stamping, such untechnical things would not be assigned to a first-level conjurer.

Of course, except for her own support staff.

Tsk tsk tsk, I didn't expect Wujo Satoru, a scumbag, to secretly do good deeds without letting others know. This is the power of love.

After knowing each other for so long, this is the first time she has seen Gojo Satoru do so many things silently for one person, and the other person is a woman.

The most capable conjurer is a perennial 007 player. Now that he has taken half of the extra tasks, he can deliberately pretend that he is 996, all by pushing work until midnight.

If it weren't for Gojo Satoru's non-human physical quality, and the ability to use the inversion technique to keep a clear mind at all times, even she would start to worry about him.

Gojo Satoru leaned on the back of the chair and looked at the ceiling: "It's not that it's thankless, I don't think I did anything wrong. Now I always feel that she is tired of taking care of the house. I will do the work and the like." ..."

Before he could finish speaking, he was interrupted by the family member: "Hey, how did you manage to bring your family status so naturally..."

It was obvious that they were still talking about "cats and dogs fighting" before, but now it's good, and they directly treat her as a wife.

Wujo Wuzhengse: "Glass, you have to believe that this is the real future."

Jia Ruozi: "Just dream about you."

Suddenly, the office was surprisingly quiet, only the "tick tick" sound from the second hand of the clock.

"So Nitro, do you think she is angry?"

"It seems that there is, and it seems that there is no. Generally speaking, women will not be reconciled when encountering such a situation? Although if it were me, I would be so happy that I would fish with peace of mind."

"Anyway, Nitro, what you think is useless."

Even though they are all women, Iyomi is not Machima, and Machima is not Iyaiko. Gojo Satoru can only use her thoughts as a reference at best.

Home into the glass: "..."

Jia Ruozi took a few steps to the window and exhaled a puff of smoke: "This kind of thing varies from person to person, but since you haven't done anything wrong to her, she shouldn't blame you, right?"

He understands the truth, but he still can't figure it out.

Gojo Satoru patted the table: "But she doesn't call me by my name anymore."

Jia Ruozi: "It's normal, after all, people are still digesting."

"But she doesn't call me 'enlightenment' anymore!"

"...Is there a difference?"

People say that God is fair, but the word "fairness" has never been seen in Wujo Wu, but seeing Wujo Wu is now upset because of the person he likes, I immediately feel a little balanced up.

If it was the young master Wutiao back then, he must still be embarrassed to admit that he likes her, and then he would always hang around in front of others like a maggot.

After all, people will always grow up. Even if Gojo Satoru was at most one year old back then, he is only three years old now.

"If you want her to call you by your name, it's better to just say it. But it should reduce your favorability."

Wutiaowu: "..."

Does saying this mean not saying anything?

Gojo Gojo counted the hours left before get off work: "One, two, three... There are still six hours to face her, it's so difficult..."

As it turns out, dunces do get upset too, especially when it comes to someone.

Jia Ruozi thought for a while: "Wouldn't Maqima still be willing to go with you this morning? Then it's not that bad. If we talk about it, we should be fine."

Gojo Satoru quickly shook his head: "No, no, Nitro, you don't know the opening mechanism of the hidden menu."

Home into the nitro:?

Gojo Satoru covered his mouth with one hand, and said in a low voice, "That's actually a special offering for couples, and you need to prove your identity as a couple before ordering."

Couple special?

Wonderful.

Jia Ruozi heard this, patted Gojo Wu on the shoulder, and said earnestly, "Come on."

Then he gave him a thumbs up.

-

When Gojo Satoru got off work, the sky had just started to turn a little orange. The breeze blew the trees on both sides of the road, and occasionally some green leaves were blown off.

After Yidichi Jiegao sent him to the door of the house, Gojo Satoru first stood outside thinking about what expression, tone of voice, and what to say, Machima had already heard footsteps outside and started the door.

Her hearing is really, really good, too good to be human.Gojo Satoru thought so again.

"Wu? You're back."

Gojo Satoru suspected for a moment that he was hallucinating.

He asked her incredulously, "Machima, what did you call me?"

Maqima explained it as a matter of course: "'Wu', didn't you mean to eat couple specials? Isn't acting a full set?"

So probably from now until they get home at night, they will be a couple for a day.

It doesn't last all day though.

As a "boyfriend for a day", Gojo Satoru rarely proposed him to drive. Unlike when we first met, Gojo Satoru is very well-behaved now, and he no longer slams on the accelerator to drive Maqima.

A boyfriend must look like a boyfriend and be reliable, so that girls will rely on him.

Although Gojo Satoru is not a serious person at all, he still has to pretend on the surface.

The car soon arrived in Shibuya, and the waiter in the dessert shop couldn't help but twitch his eyelids when he saw a table of people who asked for a hidden menu as soon as they came up.

How could these two people look so familiar...

Gojo Satoru waved his hand in front of the waiter: "Hello? You're back to your senses!"

The waiter stared at the white-haired man's strange sunglasses, like an old man playing the erhu on the overpass in Chinatown, and looked at his delicate face, as if thinking of something.

Didn't they just come here some time ago, the handsome pink-haired guy and the white-haired beauty...

A relative of ...!

Although the two people thought she was blind last time, and finally thought she was an acquaintance, so they got rid of her, but this time the two people seemed much more reliable, and they walked in arm in arm.

After the waiter figured it out, he immediately felt better. He first wrote down a special order for couples in his notebook, and then said, "Then please prove your intimacy, both of you."

Gojo Satoru suddenly remembered that the last time he came here, it was Maqima who took the initiative, so it should be his turn this time.

Just as he was about to move, the orange-pink haired woman sitting opposite got up first, walked up to him, and gently took off his sunglasses.

He lowered his gaze slightly, and all he saw was the exposed neck and delicate collarbone of the other party, so he could only look straight into the other party's golden eyes.

In the next second, Mazima's face was gradually enlarged, she leaned slightly, and whispered in a voice that only the two of them could hear:

"Since we're a couple, a kiss should be fine."

……what did she say?

Before Gojo Satoru had time to react, he felt something cool and soft on his lips, and he left with just a light touch, like a superficial touch.

When Gojo Satoru came back to his senses, Maqima had already sat back, and the waiter standing by clapped his hands: "It's such a sweet relationship, then we will start preparing the hidden menu for you now."

After the waiter walked away, Maqima played with his sunglasses with one hand, propped her chin comfortably with the other hand, and slightly parted her thin lips: "Wu, you look so stupid now."

And Gojo Satoru, of course, has no time to care about what she said now.

He even remembered the smell that lingered around her just now.

Did she just kiss him?

Something is wrong with her.

Gojo Satoru's brain completely froze.