Miss M7M doesn't want to be a conjurer

In the end, the night moth Zhengdao broke the silence, and he coughed twice: "Ahem, Miss Maqima can go out first. Wu, you stay."

Gojo Satoru blinked, then turned around and sent Maqima out of the room, and closed it again.

Out of nowhere, Machima was invited out.But she didn't care. After all, she could hear what they were saying no matter where she was. After she left, the two people in the room would definitely be less shy and get more information.

While Machima was leaning against the wall and waiting for Gojo to realize it, a woman with long brown hair came up, her eyes were black and there was a tear mole under her right eye.

She asked in a little surprise: "A guest?"

Mazima bent her lips, that kind of feeling made people feel very close at a glance, and they couldn't help getting close to her, even the housekeeper instantly let go of his usual vigilance.

Maqima nodded towards Jia Ruzi: "Hello."

"Ah, hello." The family greeted belatedly.

"Miss, what's the matter here?" Mazima pinned her sideburns behind her ears, her eyes were gentle, as if she was only interested in this matter.

"Ah, um, I have something to do with Headmaster Night Moth."

Jia Ruozi suddenly felt a little strange, something strange that he couldn't tell.

It's not that she thinks there is anything wrong with the person in front of her, it's just that although she usually looks world-weary and doesn't care about anything, in fact, as a woman, she is quite sensitive.

Just the person in front of her made her feel a little unreal for no reason. She was very polite and didn't say anything that disgusted her.

Rather, same-sex repulsion.

Maybe it's because she has too little contact with the same sex, and she doesn't know what it's like to get along with women, so she feels this way.

But she quickly dismissed the idea.

Machima said: "Mr. Moth and Mr. Gojo are talking inside, miss, you can wait a moment."

Jia Ruozi nodded in understanding.

At the same time, the tense atmosphere in the principal's room dissipated from the moment Mazima exited the door.

Gojo Satoru scratched his hair annoyedly: "Ah, the headmaster was always tense before. I'm so used to it. Sure enough, I should take it easy!"

Obviously, Ye Mo Zhengdao didn't listen to what he said, but continued with a sullen face: "Wu, you are too smart in what you say. You don't know how to measure even though you know her identity."

Gojo Satoru was puzzled: "Hey? Is it necessary?"

What is the brain?What is the measure?He doesn't know.

Night Moth sighed heavily, only to feel the blood vessels on his forehead throbbing.

The white-haired man lazily put his hands in his trouser pockets, and said, "Shouldn't some things be spread out? No matter how secretive it is, it will definitely be exposed one day. In this case, Maqima can also I have successfully entered the work of the conjurer."

"Isn't this killing two birds with one stone? Haha, I am indeed a genius!"

In fact, this statement does not make sense, but it is not convincing.

Noctua Zhengdao snorted coldly: "That's really good, it's up to you to talk to the higher-ups."

"Eh? These two things are different, right? We are us, and the high-level is the high-level, how can we confuse them!"

Naturally, Gojo Satoru protested.

"It's the same thing, why do you think I won't break it."

Gojo Satoru supported his chin with his hands, thought for a moment, and then said: "Of course it's because I trust the principal. As the first person I'm willing to mention this matter, shouldn't Principal Ye Moth feel happy, and even feel Are you proud!"

Night Moth said rightly: "..."

Can't you count on your own impressions?

And Wujo Wu's light blue eyes behind the sunglasses were still flickering, and he didn't seem to feel that there was anything wrong with what he said.

"Anyway... hey..." The tall and majestic man hesitated to speak, as if he couldn't take advantage of thick skin.

Night Moth Zhengdao gave up: "That's it, after Mazima, you can tell it yourself, and the higher-ups will keep it secret first. I will arrange Mazima's certificate and claim to the outside world that she is a newly discovered wild magician."

Although most conjurers depend on their bloodlines, wild conjurers are not uncommon, so it does make sense.

Wujo Wu nodded fiercely: "Understood! Can I go now?"

"You should be responsible for the person you bring back. It's not convenient to live in a college. You should find a good place for her. Don't be too self-willed when you talk..."

Ye Mozheng paused for a moment, then said, "Forget it, I didn't say the last sentence."

Want Gojo Satoru to stop being so capricious?He had dismissed the idea forever ten years ago.

-

After Gojo Satoru pushed open the door, what he saw was such a scene.

For some reason, Jiajin Nizizi complained about all the difficulties and pressures of working in the college, and also said that a certain colleague named Wu Tiao took money and did nothing, and his character was in a mess.

Machima seemed to enjoy talking to her, and even empathized with him because of his style.

Gojo Satoru: "...Huh?"

Jia Ruozi: "Have you finished talking?"

Gojo Satoru: "The talk is over."

"That's all right, Maqima, I'll go first." Jia Ruzi walked around the 1.9-meter-tall man, then turned his head, his eyes fixed, "Remember my advice."

Jiarui now feels that the feeling she had before was absolutely, completely an illusion, and what bad intentions could a girl who would complain about Gojo Satoru with her have?

Mazima blinked: "Ah, yes."

Gojo Satoru couldn't return to his soul until the door was closed, so he lowered his head, disheartened like a rabbit with drooping ears.

He lowered his head and met Maqima's eyes: "Maqima, tell me, do I really have a bad reputation?"

Machima smiled and scratched her cheek in trouble: "Maybe, I don't know, but I don't hate Mr. Gojo."

This statement is actually half true.

Mazima really didn't hate him, but sometimes she was so out of line that even she couldn't keep up with his brain circuits.

She doesn't like the feeling that things are out of her control, even if it is because of this, she can't get the equality of others.

Gojo Satoru seemed to like her answer very much, his eyes lit up visibly, so he raised his hand and patted Machima's shoulder lightly, as if to say that she has good eyesight.

"Okay, well, since Miss Marchma said so, how can I not believe it?"

"That's it."

"Speaking of which, what is the 'advice' that Nitrate just said? I'm so curious." Gojo Satoru pointed his chin with his index finger like a child.

Machima thought for a while: "Actually, it's nothing, it's not worthy of Mr. Gojo's curiosity."

Gojo Satoru was even more curious: "Hey—just tell me..."

After a while of stalking, Gojo Satoru still didn't ask, what exactly did Jia Ruzizi advise Maqima.

As for Machima, although she actually wanted to say it, because Gojo Satoru's reaction should be very interesting if she said it, but she couldn't buy the family into the glass.

Fortunately, at this time, that "grinding spirit" has almost wiped out his enthusiasm.

How could she say that Jiarui Glass told her "Don't get too close to Gojo Satoru, he's super rascal"?

It's too bad, she won't do it.

Gojo Satoru led her through several forest roads. Although Tokyo in summer was hot and dry, it was indeed better in the suburbs where this kind of plants were all over the place.

Maqima never asked him where he was going. After all, no matter how he walked, he would never leave the high school. He just walked quietly beside the white-haired man, listening to his jokes and answering a few words from time to time.

On the way, I passed by the place where the college students usually practiced. Several students chattered about why he skipped class again. Gojo Satoru scratched his head and said something was wrong.

Nagasaki Ye Qiangwei had sharp eyes, saw Maqima walking beside him, and quietly pulled Chanyuan Maki over, whispering in her ear, "Tsk tsk tsk, it looks like there is a woman."

Zenyuan Maki was shocked at first, and then said with a look of disgust: "Everyone can find a girlfriend, the world is full of wonders."

Maqima found it funny, it seems that Gojo Satoru's reputation is really not good.

Soon, Gojo Satoru arrived at his destination.

It is still a Japanese-style house that is no different from others, but it looks a little old.

Gojo Satoru found a random room inside, moved two chairs and sat down, beckoned Maqima to sit down too, and crossed his long legs, looking extremely lazy.

"I came to this place because it's quieter, which means no one can bother us."

Uncommonly, he did not use his usual tone, but became inexplicably solemn, and his slightly deep voice was actually a bit nice.

"Let's talk about your original world and your future plans."

Mazima stared at him intently.

Gojo Goku pursed his lips and stared back at him without hesitation.

Let him see what kind of answer she will give.