Miss M7M doesn't want to be a conjurer

Under Wujo Satoru's fierce opposition, the sister school exchange meeting decided to continue on the second day, and "baseball" was drawn by lottery.

Early the next morning, Gojo Satoru appeared in the office in casual clothes. Seeing that his family was also in the office, he greeted him, "Good morning, Nitro, have you finished the report?"

Seeing Gojo Satoru coming, Jiarui Nizi skillfully snuffed out the cigarette in the ashtray: "Barely, so from today onwards, it will be a life of approving documents again."

She looked behind Gojo Satoru again, and found that no one came in with her, and asked, "Didn't Machima come?"

Gojo Satoru walked to his seat, pulled out the chair and sat down: "She has already started working, and she is probably in Shinjuku now."

"So..." Jia Ruozi went to make a cup of coffee, and said when he came back, "I think the relationship between you two has gotten better recently, it shouldn't be an illusion."

Machima would call him by his first name, and the language was casual, and she had even glimpsed Gojo Satoru's phone wallpaper was a photo of him and Machima together, judging from the actions in the photo, the two were as close as a couple .

But Wujo Satoru still said that they were not together.

"Well... will it?"

When Wujo Satoru heard this, he was much calmer than Jiarui Nitzi imagined, and he didn't show any special expression, just a calm look.

Jia Ruozi guessed, "You can't...don't like her?"

Gojo Satoru:?

Jia Ruozi: "... Tsk, scum."

Gojo Satoru:? ? ?

"No, who did you listen to, Nitro?" Gojo Gojo jumped up from the chair in the next moment, and put his hands on the desk.

"I haven't heard from anyone, but I feel that you don't care that much anymore. It's true, I'm a fool to think that people like you will always like the same person... Heh, I want to tell Mazima."

Gojo Satoru hurriedly waved his hand: "No...don't be too judgmental, I was just thinking about something!"

As he said that, he snatched the phone from Jiajin Glass's hand again, deleted the half-edited words of the other party, then turned off the phone, and put it on the table.

Jia Ruozi's eyes were murderous: "Give it back to me."

Gojo Satoru handed it over: "...please."

Jia Ruozi snatched back his mobile phone, didn't open it, sat down and said, "Then, what are you thinking about?"

Seeing that the other party had no intention of sending a message anymore, Gojo Wujo sat down with peace of mind: "Oh, I want to write about what happened yesterday..."

After telling Jia Ruozi about his concerns, the other party knew the reason why he always looked worried when he saw her these few times.

In fact, he didn't frown too much, it's just that he was absent-minded more, and Jia Ruozi, who had been with him for so many years, of course understood that when Gojo Satoru was absent-minded, he had something on his mind.

Jia Ruozi held the coffee in his hand without taking a sip, and after thinking for a moment, he said: "There must be a reason why she can't tell, don't worry too much, at least she is still here now. "

"Then if in the future... if she..."

"Don't think about the future, haven't you seen her collude with the curse spirit?"

Gojo Satoru laughed at himself: "Just because I haven't seen it doesn't mean it doesn't exist. I've been away from her for a long time. For example, she's working alone now."

Jia Ruozi blinked slowly.

The last time I saw Gojo Satoru acting like this was when he killed Xia Youjie with his own hands a year ago, and the last time he learned of Xia Youjie's defection was ten years ago.

She knew that he didn't want to repeat Xia Youjie's mistakes. At that time, he could do nothing but watch him become a curse master and kill him in the end.

Gojo Satoru would do this only when facing matters of truly important people.

He was probably thinking, at least to do something.

Knowing that they are different, Maqima is not necessarily hiding something from them.

Probably because of Xia Youjie's precedent, both of them were inexplicably worried about such things.

Cursed teacher is a sinful word.

At least that's the case for the magic world.

Gojo Satoru didn't want important people to be contaminated with this word again.

Jia Ruozi approached him and patted his shoulder: "She won't."

She won't.

It was the only thing she could use to comfort him.

"Well, yes, it doesn't necessarily mean Mazima is lying, maybe that's the truth, she didn't see the curse spirit. And...she said she would stand by my side, I believe her."

Gojo Satoru said a few words of comfort to himself, then bid farewell to his family, and headed to today's baseball field.

-

After Machima got off work, she received a message from Gojo Satoru. It seemed that the teachers from the Tokyo school and the Kyoto school were going to drink together and asked Machima to be there.

Maqima replied that she received it, and drove to the high school.

The teachers' reception definitely did not include the principals. This is the same as colleagues who go to drink privately without a leader. Of course, Noctua Zhengdao and Leyansi Jiashen did not notify.

So those who participated were Gojo Satoru, Machima, Angeji, Mingming, Jiarui Glass... and Yidijie Kochi.

Jianren Qihai was still on mission, so he was not called.

As for why there is Yiji Jiegao, of course Gojo Satoru forced him to become a driver.

Among the six people sitting there, Maqima, Jiarui Glass and An Geji all like to drink, Mingming is not bad, after all, she is not interested in anything other than money, but only Gojo Satoru is Pour in a glass.

Gojo Gojo huddled on the chair, and drank the orange juice aggrievedly.

Seeing him obediently drinking orange juice, Jia Ruozi couldn't help sighing, "Sure enough, as long as it's Maqima's words, you'll listen to Wutiao. You were already drunk at this time before."

Drink the least and get drunk the earliest.

Gojo Satoru propped his chin: "It would be too troublesome for Maqima to carry me back."

An Geji glanced at him, and couldn't help but think that even Gojo Satoru, a bastard, was quite obedient in front of people he cared about.

Two seconds later, Gojo Satoru pointed to the nunnery girl sitting opposite him: "Ah, but if you are drunk, I won't carry you back."

An Geji slapped the table angrily: "I don't know how to do it!!"

The wine glass on the table trembled suddenly, and Yidichi Jiegao's heart skipped a beat in fright. After realizing that it was none of his business, he retreated into the corner again.

Mingming propped her chin comfortably, taking a sip of wine from time to time, she said quietly: "Wu Tiao, we are seniors after all, how about showing some respect?"

After finishing speaking, she glanced at Macchima who was sitting next to Gojo Satoru: "Miss Macchima doesn't like people who don't respect seniors, does she?"

Macchima was inexplicably cue:?

She put down the wine glass in her hand, and replied blankly: "...Is it?"

Wutiaowu: "..."

Mingming successfully got a new method to cure Gojo Wu.

Mingming smiled meaningfully: "So, I don't think I can do it if I'm too thick-skinned, what about Maqima?"

I don't know why, at this time, the address has changed from "Miss Machima" to the familiar "Machima", as if he wants to be friends with her.

Machima thought for a while: "Probably."

Mingming said again: "If I want to find a partner in the future, I must first have money, and I must not be stingy, and I must have a similar personality, at least not a guy like that."

Looking for a partner?

Why is this being discussed?

Mazima looked puzzled on the surface, but she still nodded: "...Well, yes."

Um Diva: "Hahahaha, haha, hahaha."

Jia Ruozi: "Pfft."

The other two women laughed and patted the table, applauding Mingming inwardly.

Yidizhi Jiegao hid in the corner and shivered.

Wujo didn't believe in evil, and asked Maqima himself: "If you say this, what kind of person does Machima think she will become a partner?"

As soon as he said it, there was silence on the table for two seconds.

Mazima blinked: "It's okay to have a better personality, as long as I like it."

Wutiaowu: "..."

Why is it always him who gets hurt?

All the women at the table except Maqima burst out laughing, and even Mingming couldn't hold it back for a while.

It can be seen how happy it is for Gojo Satoru to be deflated.

The white-haired man lowered his head and covered his heart, then raised his glass and drank the orange juice.

"Boss, have another drink!"

"Okay, a glass of orange juice!"

Really, it was the first time they saw a person who drank orange juice so enthusiastically and looked so drunk.

It's really you, Gojo Satoru.

It was already very late when a few people came out of the tavern, the sky was dark, and it even rained. Although it was not heavy, the clothes would definitely be wet when they went out like this.

An Geji stood in front of the tavern and looked at the rain curtain outside: "Ah... when did it rain?"

Machima thought about it for a while: "About ten minutes ago?"

Since that time, there have been sporadic sounds of rain outside. At this time, the raindrops are falling on the roof of the shed, making the sound of "cracking".

Yidizhi's car was parked not far away, and a few people could get there by running a few steps, but except for Gojo Satoru and Maqima, everyone else was going in the direction of Gaozhuan.

Yidizhi Jiegao suggested: "How about Mr. Wujo accompany us to the high school, and then I will take you and Miss Maqima home?"

Because there were more people this time, Yidizhi also drove a car that could accommodate a little more people. It stands to reason that this would be no problem.

After listening for a second, Gojo Satoru refused: "Ah, no need."

He said I went out alone, and the rainwater only fell a few centimeters away from himself, which was obviously isolated infinitely.

Gojo Satoru also said braggingly, "How about it? My infinite convenience."

However, no one paid any attention to him, An Geji walked up to Maqima first: "Maqima come with us, it shouldn't be long."

Mazima was about to answer: "I..." No need.

Before most of the sentence was spoken, she was grabbed by the wrist, and her feet seemed to be standing outside the tent.

But she didn't feel the touch of the rain falling on her.

Gojo Satoru's voice sounded above her head: "Look, just like clothes, as long as people are imagined as part of the body, they can be covered infinitely."

The cut-off Empress: "...Oh, it's very convenient, but I was the one talking to Machima just now!"

Gojo Satoru of course ignored her, and took advantage of the opportunity to hold Maqima in his arms. She was so small in front of him that he happened to be able to wrap her whole.

"Don't bother Yidizhi, let's go back with a spell."

As soon as the words fell, Maqima realized that she had arrived home in the next second.

Wujowu, really convenient.