Miss M7M doesn't want to be a conjurer

For those who are not good at drinking, it is said that a few glasses of beer can reveal the family fortune. In fact, Gojo Satoru proposed to drink alcohol for another purpose.

Record the drunken embarrassment of colleagues and send it to students.

Good fellow.

Unexpectedly, his good colleagues were still thinking about him when they were drunk, scolding him all over the place, making him not know what to record for a while.

Qihai Jianren was still sleeping, he drank enough to hiccup, and swiped his phone slowly, Yidizhi's alcohol capacity was surprisingly good, after three cups, he was only slightly drunk, and Maqima...

Gojo Satoru turned his gaze to the table next to him. There were already six or seven wine glasses piled up, all of which were drunk by Machima, while the person concerned was drinking calmly like a normal person.

"Boss, please have two more draft beers."

It's makima, and she's finished again.

"okay!"

Two glasses of yellow draft beer were served quickly, and the waiter kindly took away the empty glasses on the table, and Mazima continued to drink calmly.

Gojo Satoru couldn't help taking a breath: "Hiss..."

Machima sensed something was wrong with him and asked, "What's wrong?"

Gojo Satoru propped his chin comfortably. He looked like he could hold a good amount of alcohol. In fact, he hadn't bottomed out a glass yet. It was obviously his proposal to fight wine, but he kept trying.

The white-haired man made a muffled nasal voice, and replied, "Hmm... I was wondering how good Machima's drinking capacity is..."

Maqima thought for a while, took another sip of draft beer, and said: "Actually, I was called by my subordinates to be 'a thousand cups of non-drunk'. The beer is delicious, but I really don't feel anything. It's because of my drinking capacity. ?"

"Hey, 'Thousand cups are not drunk' seems a bit handsome. But of course it can't compare with the title of strongest!"

The woman with orange-pink hair looked indifferent, holding the handle of the cup in her hand, her long eyelashes were like wings flapping slightly, staring quietly at the log table, and pouring some food or drink into her mouth from time to time.

"Ah...why is my work so hard every day...Mr. Gojo always assigns me some strange tasks, always doing strange things, and I obviously don't want to come to drink, but Mr. Gojo..."

"But if you can't say it, you will deduct my salary!"

Macchima: "..."

Good guy, Yizhizhi is also drunk.

Gojo Satoru waved his hand in front of him: "Hello Yidichi? I'm still here!"

Yidizhi Jiegao took off his eyes, took out his glasses cloth and wiped them, and then wiped away his tears: "Ah, I'm very sorry Mr. Gojo, it's my fault. I didn't mean it, it's just..."

Get drunk.

Wujo Wu was so angry that his veins twitched.

This really turned into his immoral affairs exchange meeting.

The 1.9-meter-tall People's Teacher lost his dreams and lay down on the log table, becoming decadent.

All the while Makma was drinking non-stop.

Gojo Satoru doesn't really like the smell of wine, he likes to eat sweets, because powerful spells often require enough energy to maintain, so he chooses sweets, and he really likes them over time.

He is indifferent to alcoholic beverages, this time he started to feel his taste buds bitter after drinking a cup, and drinking too much of the same taste made him a little nauseous.

Even now he still feels a little dazed.

Gojo Satoru didn't know how much he could drink, because he had never drank a lot, and he put it down after a few sips every time.

However, he has been drunk before. He has heard that when he is drunk, he will fall asleep quietly and talk in his sleep. In fact, his capacity for alcohol is not very good.

However, Gojo Satoru certainly didn't believe it.

How could it be possible for Qiangqiang to drink in his sleep and talk in his sleep!

He felt that his head was gradually becoming heavy, his vision became double, and he was dazed.

Jia Ruozi looked up and saw the flushed face of the white-haired man: "Yo, Wujo is drunk."

Seeing Mazima's gaze, she said again in a deep voice, "He poured it in a cup."

Gojo Satoru's voice was no longer so crisp: "I... am not drunk..."

After all, Gojo Satoru fell headfirst, but was firmly caught by the slender shoulders of the person next to him. Machima turned her head and found that they were very close at this time, and she could even hear the other person's even breathing.

She could see every pore on the smooth skin of the white-haired man, and the silver-white eyelashes trembled slightly, and Mazima could even count the number of eyelashes.

Gojo Satoru, as a man, is really too good-looking.

Immediately, Maqima's thoughts went astray again. Although Gojo Satoru is the strongest magician, in her view, he is just a weapon of high-level people and an object of fear.

The way he looks now can only be said to be too defenseless.

The shoulders were a little heavy, but this did not prevent Mazima from continuing to drink, but her movements were slightly lighter.

The person on the shoulder muttered, "The strongest...can't get drunk...I didn't expect that."

Home into the glass: "Dream talk?"

Machima: "...Probably."

Probably because the price of this izakaya is not very affordable, apart from them, there are only a few scattered people in the room drinking, and there is no sound.

At this time, the room fell silent for a while, and Jiarui Niuzi looked at the two people sitting across from him boredly, only feeling that the atmosphere between them had become a little dense.

Of course, she didn't let go of the details of Mazima's movements. After thinking about it for a while, she only found it interesting.

"Speaking of which, Mazima has just come into contact with spells, right? What about the opportunity for contact?"

Machima was slightly taken aback, but still replied: "I met Mr. Gojo in Karuizawa a few days ago, and that was the first time I came into contact with curses."

"I never knew about the profession of a conjurer. Mr. Gojo said that I was very talented and asked me if I wanted to be a conjurer."

Machima didn't blush, her heart didn't beat, she was talking seriously, although Gojo Satoru was right to find her, and it was also Gojo Satoru who made her become a conjurer, but she omitted the most important part up.

She is not from this world, this matter cannot be made known to a third person other than Gojo Satoru and Ye Mo Zhengdao, otherwise it might attract fear and even chase and kill the entire magic world.

Gojo Satoru said to her earlier: "Our old men are very timid and stubborn. If Machima is found out, they will be sentenced to death first."

"But if I come forward, it will almost be a reprieve."

Jia Ruozi blinked his eyes, which were not so clear because of the alcohol, his eyes were black and blue, and he rested his chin with one hand.

"Although I don't know, but you became a first-level conjurer all of a sudden. You probably have some powerful spells. For a conjurer, talent is really important."

Maqima understands the meaning of being a magician. The children of the conjurer's family are all inherited from their innate talent. If they don't inherit it, they may not even see the curse, and if they become a conjurer, they can only use spells.

Jia Ruozi sighed, and said again: "Aside from mentioning this, is there something going on between you and Wutiao?"

Maqima was puzzled: "? What's the matter?"

Jia Ruozi frowned: "I have known Wutiao for many years, and he has always been that arrogant. But he seems to restrain himself a little in front of Maqima, it feels like... can't beat you?"

"I don't know if it's my illusion, but if Maqima really takes him in, the days to come won't be boring."

Mazima gently put down the wine glass in her hand, and slightly bent her lips.

That's right, after all, she is a dominating demon.