Miss M7M doesn't want to be a conjurer

Machima and Gojo Satoru took the tram all the way from the Magic High School to the business district of Tokyo.

On the way, Noctua Masamichi, who finally discovered that the house had collapsed, called. As soon as Gojo Satoru connected, he was pressed for questioning by the other party. He said perfunctorily "um" and "ah" a few times, and then said, "I'm taking the tram, Ma Qima wants to buy groceries."

Night Moth said rightly: "...I knew you had already run away. If this continues, even if I hide for you, the entire magic world will know about it."

Gojo Satoru held the phone in one hand, and shook the other hand: "Impossible, impossible, today was just an accident, because it was the first time Machima used the magic power, so I didn't control the power well, and I definitely won't do it next time." Got it!"

"It's better to be like this... and the maintenance fee will be deducted from your salary!"

Gojo Satoru wailed: "Hey - why is this..."

Maqima sat next to her and closed her eyes to rest, and listened to the conversation between the two. In fact, she couldn't be blamed for this. It can only be said that her hearing is so good that it's hard to hear it.

After getting off the tram, the two walked side by side on the bustling and noisy streets of Tokyo. At this time, Japan was on summer vacation, and waves of people came one after another, making the already unbearable high temperature even hotter.

At some point, Gojo Satoru poked Machima's shoulder with her index finger, she turned her head and asked him, "What's wrong?"

She saw the white-haired man unhurriedly take out a black wallet from his pocket, took out a small stack of banknotes, handed it to her, and asked, "Are these enough?"

Maqima glanced over, there were about six or seven, she nodded and said that was enough.

Gojo Satoru pushed the sunglasses on the bridge of his nose, took advantage of his height and patted the top of Machima's head, and said, "Okay, then I'll go first, the weather is too hot, I'll go find a place to cool off There is a place waiting for you, remember to call me when you finish shopping."

Macchima: "..."

"Oh, by the way, the money was only lent to you. I only lent it to you generously because you don't have much money now. Remember to pay me back when you get paid. Goodbye!"

Afterwards, Gojo Satoru turned and walked into the dessert shop not far away.

It turns out that this is the purpose, learned.

Machima didn't think that he would follow her so reliably, it would be much easier to go shopping alone, but she suspected that Gojo Satoru thought that the coins used in the two worlds were different, so he lent her to her.

This was wrong, Machima counted the money she brought out, plus the [-] from Gojo Satoru, it was about [-] yen, and it would definitely be enough to buy some daily necessities.

There is a shopping mall in Tokyo, Machima, which she often goes to, and she found out that this world also exists, so she went there to shop logically.

But unexpectedly, although the appearance and name have not changed, the inside has changed compared to the original world.

The third floor of the shopping mall was originally a floor dedicated to daily necessities, but Macchima turned around and found that all the stores on this floor were related to sports goods.

Maqima found someone nearby, and wanted to ask the other person which floor the daily necessities are on in a soft tone: "Excuse me..."

Before she could utter the whole sentence, the black-blonde boy trembled as if frightened, like a cat with fried hair, and the golden cat's eyes were full of doubts.

The boy blinked: "...Eh? Are you talking to me?"

Machima tilted her head: "Yes."

"Well... please tell me."

"I just want to ask which floor the daily necessities are on. Has it bothered you?"

The young man's cheeks were slightly red, and he shook his head blankly: "No, no, it's upstairs...the fourth floor."

After speaking, as if avoiding some scourge, he quickly turned his face away, stopped looking at Mazima, lowered his head and kept pulling the kneepad in his hand.

Grinding the Lone Claw felt that today was very strange. Although he usually wanted to be very inconspicuous and hardly made friends, he usually went out with Black Tail Tielang every time he came to buy sporting goods.

But today Heiwei Tielang happened to have something to do, so he had to go out and buy it by himself.

He was thinking of buying it back quickly, but he was stopped by a beautiful woman, and he was taken aback. He was relieved when he found out that she just wanted to ask for directions.

...that's how it should be.

"Well, I see, thank you."

The woman's long orange-pink hair was tied into a braid and hung behind her. She was wearing a white long-sleeved shirt, a black tie that was tied meticulously, and her lower body was slim suit pants, which looked like a white-collar worker who had just come off work.

But it's noon now...

Lone Claw Grind himself didn't realize that the dark blue kneepad in his hand was almost deformed by his pinching.

Maqima didn't leave, looked at the absent-minded young man, and then carefully observed his appearance. He was 1.7 meters tall, and his half-length black-blond hair covered his ears. The color was probably dyed golden and then grew longer. Out.

This is the volleyball area, and colorful volleyballs and knee pads are neatly arranged on the shelves. Maqima thought that he might play volleyball.

After a while, she said, "Well... are you from the volleyball club?"

Only then did Lone Claw realize that the beautiful person who had just come to ask for directions hadn't left yet, so he shivered suddenly, then turned around and nodded: "Ah, um."

He is not good at dealing with other people, even people he knows, let alone strangers.After he responded, he secretly thought in his heart that she should leave now.

But the reality is that Maqima not only did not leave, but also cared and said: "But you seem to have some troubles, if it is convenient, would you like to tell me?"

The black-blonde boy blinked in confusion: "Hey... the trouble should be, is it too hot in summer?"

Macchima: "?"

Lone Claw Grinding: "!!!"

What the hell is he talking about! !

"puff--"

Mazima hugged her belly and laughed, her shoulders trembling.

Grinding Cat lowered his head in disappointment.

Ah... I was ridiculed, but there is nothing I can do about it. Whoever made him not good at talking to others, it is understandable that others will find it strange...

The woman's golden eyes were covered with mist: "Ahaha, I'm sorry, I just thought what you said was very interesting, and I didn't mean to laugh at it."

It is comfortable and seems to be very sensitive, and occasionally it will blow its hair. Once it is immersed in self-immersed thinking, it is difficult to get out, just like a kitten.

Lone Claw Grinding was stunned: "Huh?"

Maqima wiped away the teardrops from the corners of her eyes with her fingers, her eyes filled with tenderness: "What's wrong?"

She's really... pretty.

"No..." Lone Claw Grinding accidentally shook his head, then shook his head again, "Actually, I'm hesitating which color knee pads to buy."

Good to say it!

Machima looked down, and there were two black and dark blue knee pads lying in the boy's palm. It seemed that the styles were the same, but the colors were different.

"Hmm... I prefer the blue one, but it's better to follow your heart. Knee pads are like partners on the field, aren't they?"

Mate...knee pads?

It should, maybe so.

The boy nodded slightly: "Well, thank you."

Follow your heart and choose the one you like more...

After Machima said goodbye to the boy, she took the elevator to the fourth floor, planning to start her shopping trip.

Lonely Claw looked at the two knee pads in his hand, finally made up his mind, put the dark blue one back on the shelf, and walked towards the cashier with the black one in his hands.

"boom--"

A loud noise came from upstairs, followed by violent vibrations, and then fine and broken pieces of rubble began to fall from upstairs and hit the ground.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh! There's an earthquake!"

"It's not an earthquake! But something happened upstairs! Get out of the building, everyone!!"

"Ah, ah, ah, I don't want to die yet!"

"Monster! Call the police! There are monsters!!"

……

The crowd in the shopping mall was once in a state of panic, even Lone Claw Grinding was no exception. The boy bit his lip tightly, and the cold sweat was dripping down, but what he was thinking at the moment was not how he would escape. go out.

She is on the fourth floor.

He was very scared, very scared, but he was still afraid that Maqima would die. According to the people who came down from the fourth floor, there must have been some inexplicable monster upstairs, constantly destroying the shopping mall building.

But he still wanted to see it, and wanted that person to smile at him again.

Under the trend of some unknown force, he climbed up the stairs to the fourth floor. He saw a huge and ugly monster bouncing a volleyball in its hand, but it was not a real volleyball.

But he knew it was a big deal.

"Volleyball...competition...I also want to play...why...they are always on the bench...why..."

The monster tossed the ball and slammed it hard at Mazima standing in front of it.

Lone Claw Grinding suddenly shrank his pupils, and shouted with all his strength: "Get out of the way! That smash is unstoppable!!"

Mazima turned her head when she heard the sound, and the volleyball condensed by the mantra hit her feet, causing the ground to shatter immediately.