Miss M7M doesn't want to be a conjurer

The movie theater was dark, with only the occasionally brightened screen projected onto people's faces.

Yoshino Junpei jumped up from his seat in fright: "Mr. Gojo?!"

Gojo Satoru put his index finger in front of his lips, made a silent gesture, and reminded him in a soft voice: "Shhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh! No loud noises are allowed in the movie theater!"

Yoshino Junpei noticed the sight from the surroundings, and suddenly realized that it was the scene of the death of the society. He felt his whole face was burning, and sat back with a sorry face.

The boy no longer paid attention to the content of the movie, but whispered to Gojo Satoru on the other side through Machima: "Didn't Gojo teacher go on a business trip?"

Why are you still here? !

Gojo Satoru put his hands in the shape of a trumpet, trying to let the small voice reach the boy: "Well, I left early today, so I came back early!"

Yoshino Junpei was shocked: "Didn't you say Hokkaido?!"

Gojo Satoru nodded frantically: "Yes, yes, I worked super hard!"

Macchima: "..."

The current seat arrangement, from left to right, is Gojo Satoru, Machima, and Yoshino Junpei. Machima, who is caught in the middle, has not spoken.

Yoshino Junpei's three views continued to be shattered, counting the time with his fingers, just like Gojo Satoru flying back and forth by plane, it would take at least four hours on the road, let alone if there were still tasks to do... …

Did this person sacrifice his sleep time to fly over in the middle of the night!Just for a movie? !

Machima knew Gojo Satoru's teleportation technique, so of course her reaction would not be like that of Yoshino Junpei, she just stared at the movie screen and asked, "Is the business trip over?"

"Oh! I left very early today, and then I got rid of the curse spirit in twos and threes, and I came back immediately!"

Even on weekends, Maqima's schedule is extremely regular. When she wakes up at seven in the morning, she finds that Gojo Satoru is not there when she goes downstairs, but his explanation makes sense.

"Is that so..."

Machima rested her chin on one hand and said nothing.

For a while, only the sound of the movie being played remained in the cinema, and Yoshino Junpei quickly immersed himself in the movie.

At some point, Gojo Satoru broke the silence again, and whispered, "Well, what are you going to do next? Are you going to eat?"

The movie ended just after twelve o'clock, which was just the right time for lunch, and Yoshino Junpei had already done his homework at home and listed several must-see restaurants nearby.

I have to say that Ikebukuro is really a good place, it has everything, but there are a little more people.

Yoshino Junpei leaned slightly towards Machima, and said softly: "Actually, there are a few restaurants with good reviews nearby. Let's go together later if possible."

Seeing this, Gojo Satoru also leaned towards Machima suddenly: "Eh? I haven't whispered to Machima yet, and Junpei beat me to it again, although I heard it all."

Yoshino Junpei: "..."

Is this guy a kid?

The white-haired man was leaning on the soft chair back, with one elbow resting on the armrest, and his body was slightly tilted in the direction of Mazima, bringing his face so close that he could even hear the other's slight breathing.

So close that the air he exhales can be inhaled by her again, and then exhaled again, and the cycle repeats.

The lights in the theater were very dim, which immediately made the atmosphere even denser. The man's movements were ambiguous, and Maqima finally turned his gaze to him until he was about to block her view. The next second——

He whispered in her ear, "It's rare to see Maqima in normal clothes, you really have a good aesthetic."

Yoshino Junpei: "..."

For a while, he didn't understand the purpose of Wujo Satoru's words.

Shouldn't she be praised for her good looks at this time?

Machima smiled and replied, "Thank you."

After watching the movie, the three of them walked back and forth in the theater, and the black-haired boy asked, "This movie is not bad, isn't it? The heroine was born in the countryside and met the hero who came from the city... Although the final ending is still miserable, it is not boring at all!"

Not to mention anything else, but it's really not a bad movie, and it won't make people feel boring at all. For Mazima, this is enough for a movie.

Machima thought for a while, and then chatted: "Well, the countryside has the benefits of the countryside, and the city has the benefits of the city. In fact, I think this ending is already very satisfactory."

Yoshino Junpei was surprised: "Eh? Is it perfect?"

"'Death in the most tragic way', in fact, this is also the best destination."

After Maqima finished speaking, the atmosphere suddenly became a little quiet, only the sound of classical music echoing in the theater hall and passers-by chatting.

After walking for a while in the movie theater, Gojo Satoru remained silent for a rare time. When he was about to walk out of the gate, he suddenly said, "So, what movie do you hate the most, Machima?"

Yoshino Junpei complained: "...Don't you usually ask about your favorite type?"

Gojo Satoru waved his hand: "Never mind him, I just want to know the type that Machima hates!"

Maqima was walking, thinking about his question, and after a few seconds, her thin lips parted slightly: "The type of movie I hate... boring bad movies, right?"

Machima hates bad movies, so she wanted to create a world without bad movies, and it has been like this from the beginning to the end.

Gojo Satoru stopped and thought for a few seconds and said, "Hey... I think bad movies are not bad."

It's not that he likes bad movies, but he thinks bad movies have meaning.

However, the two people in front did not wait for him to finish speaking at all, and the revolving door closed slowly at some point, which almost made him feel ashamed.

Wutiaowu: "..."

No one waits for him, he is just a little wild flower that no one loves.

Ikebukuro seems to be a little lazy at noon, but there are still a lot of pedestrians and vehicles on the road, probably because of the weekend, the flow of people is more than usual.

Gojo Satoru didn't drive today. Yoshino Junpei and Machima came here by train. It was hot, and they were sweating profusely after standing outside for a while.

Yoshino Junpei was still swiping his phone: "There is a sushi restaurant in front of it. The reviews seem to be very good. Do you want to go?"

Gojo Satoru nodded frantically: "Go, go!"

Macchima agrees.

Ikebukuro, Lucia Sushi.

Blowing the cool air-conditioned wind, several people finally felt alive.

Seeing the two strong Russian men working back and forth between the kitchen and the house, Yoshino Junpei couldn't help sighing: "Hey, the boss and the clerk are really foreigners... no wonder they are called this name."

Gojo Satoru held his chin, and the sunglasses on the bridge of his nose shook slightly as he spoke: "It's really strange that foreigners visit sushi restaurants in Japan."

Yoshino Junpei asked again: "Does Ms. Machima like sushi?"

Machima nodded: "Well, I like it very much."

When she was in the Public Security Bureau, she would occasionally invite her subordinates to dinner to reward everyone's exhausted body and mind after tasks, and it was not rare to choose sushi.

Yoshino Junpei breathed a sigh of relief, he would not tell her that he chose this store because it was too hot just now, and he wanted to quickly enter the room to turn on the air conditioner, and this place is the closest, otherwise he would not want to bring Try Russian sushi with makima.

However, when the sushi was served, it tasted surprisingly good.

The black-haired boy chewed carefully, swallowed it in one gulp, and said in surprise, "This might be even better than the sushi restaurants I've eaten in before..."

"It's really good. It's a bit of a change in Russian sushi." Gojo Satoru was holding the sushi, and the fresh sashimi was crystal clear under the light.

Maqima also thought it was good: "It's delicious."

The three of them ate quietly for a while. At some point, Yoshino Junpei suddenly asked, "Speaking of which, why does Gojo-sensei want to watch a movie so much?"

Wutiao Wu heard the words, first took a sip of water, and then swallowed the food in his mouth.

He tilted his head as a matter of course: "Wouldn't it be suspicious for a cute male classmate and a beautiful female teacher to go out alone?"

The boy also tilted his head in his direction: "Huh?"

Gojo Gojo poked Yoshino Junpei's shoulder with a smirk: "Little classmate, is there something careful, the teacher can see clearly."

Yoshino Junpei: "..."

He is not, he does not.Want to see a movie what the hell?

Yoshino Junpei thought for a while with doubts, and then clapped his fists.He understood, he finally knew what his teacher was up to.

"It turns out that the teacher actually thinks that way, which makes me feel that your intentions are even more suspicious..."

"Hahaha, how could it be, the teacher just wants to go out with cute students and colleagues, don't think too much!"

So why are you so awkward...

Yoshino Junpei couldn't help thinking in his heart.

Yoshino Junpei is still not to be outdone: "Probably not because I think too much, who would go on a business trip early because of staying up late at night for a movie?"

Gojo Satoru patted the table: "Me!"

Machima was shocked when she saw the sushi on her plate: "..."

When other people in the sushi restaurant heard the movement, they also shifted their gazes.

Gojo Satoru didn't care about the extra gaze, and scratched his head: "Hahahaha, who told me I'm the strongest, the journey from Tokyo to Hokkaido is just a moment, but I forgot to bring souvenirs."

Yoshino Junpei: "..."

... This person actually plans to bring back souvenirs. Is he going to play or to perform a mission.

After a few seconds, he finally came to his senses: "Ah, Mr. Wutiao also knows how to teleport spells."

Gojo Gojo gave a thumbs up: "Yes, the strongest is omnipotent!"

Lunch time passed quickly, and when they arrived at the station, the three of them had to divide into two groups.

"What is Junpei going to do next? Aren't you going back to the high school together?"

Yoshino Junpei nodded: "Well, it's the weekend and I want to go home to see my mother. I will go back before tomorrow."

Soon, the tram will arrive at the station.

Maqima warned: "Be careful on the road."

"Yeah!" The boy nodded fiercely, "Next time I have a chance, Ms. Mazima is going to watch old movies with me."

Just as Machima was about to agree, Gojo Satoru interrupted: "Hey, hey, is there a next time? Then teacher will accompany you next time!"

"I don't want Teacher Wutiao, I want Miss Macchima."

"Hey teacher, I'm so sad."

Watching Yoshino Junpei get on the tram, the two also took another train back to Gojo House.

Maqima said that he wanted to start taking the driver's license test tomorrow, Gojo Satoru nodded and said, "Yes, can you go after finishing the task tomorrow?"

"If nothing changes."

"Because Maqima has already passed the test once, the subject test will let Principal Noctua find a way to take the road test tomorrow. If the coach gives it, it should not take a few days to get the driver's license."

Maqima nodded as she listened, and had to say that sometimes relying on relationships is really convenient. It took her two or three weeks to get her driver's license, because she had to go through the formal process and participate in a joint camp to get it. Regulations are very troublesome.

Maqima didn't continue to watch movies with Gojo Satoru until late today, but washed up early and lay down.

Seeing that Maqima had already entered the room, Gojo Satoru waited outside the door for a while, until the sound of steady and even breathing came from the room.

-

The next day, Maqima finished her mission early, came to the driving school to report, and sat in the practice car waiting for the coach to come.

Soon, the coach opened the door on the other side: "Hey, are you the student I'm going to take this time?"

Maqima raised her head and frowned slightly when she saw who was coming.

What is Gojo Satoru?

The white-haired man sat familiarly in the passenger seat, and smiled and waved to her.

Probably because the other person in the car did not answer the call, the air in the car suddenly became awkward.

Noticing Machima's slightly frowned brows, Gojo Satoru asked, "You don't want to see me?"

Maqima's eyes were blank: "Not really, I just think Mr. Gotiao hasn't got his coach certificate yet."

Gojo Satoru retorted very puzzled: "Hey, what is 'again'? I have a teacher certificate, and this is the first time this kind of thing has happened!"

That is, Gaozhuan gave him the back door and did not run away.

I don't know when, Gojo Satoru's unreliable character has been deeply imprinted in everyone's heart, including Maqima, and the prejudice cannot be changed in a day or two.

The size of the practice car was almost the same as that of an ordinary car. In the passenger seat, Gojo Satoru's slender and straight legs bent again.

He spoke again, and there was some grievance in his words: "Also, compared to other strangers, doesn't Maqima think it's better for me to be the coach?"

In fact, Maqima once thought that when the coach came, he would directly dominate him, and he could skip the tedious road test process, give it directly, and get a sacrifice, killing two birds with one stone.

But now it's a mess.

She turned her head and stared at him.

At this moment, the white-haired man sitting next to her rested his elbows on his thighs. Under the sunlight in the afternoon, his azure blue eyes behind the sunglasses were crystal clear like glass, like precious works of art.

Machima avoided the other party's gaze, and slightly bent her lips: "Actually, I'm also very happy that it's Mr. Gojo and not someone else."

The atmosphere was silent for a moment.

The orange-pink-haired woman rolled up her sleeves halfway, just revealing two fair arms, her elbows were slightly pink, her gaze became unusually gentle, and she inadvertently fell outside the window, and the noon sun also showed her delicate eyebrows and eyes Crossed a layer of halo.

Mazima seems to have always been like this, gentle and understanding, never angry.

When fighting the curse, he is as cold as Shura, but at other times he is as warm as the Virgin, which is often dazzling.

Maqima should be like this in the eyes of others.

After Machima finished speaking, Gojo Satoru was stunned for a second, and then he realized that he straightened up immediately: "Really?"

"If you don't believe it, forget it."

"Ah, I believe it! It's just too touching..."

As he spoke, he pretended to be moved to tears, took off his sunglasses and wiped the corners of his eyes where there was nothing.

After Gojo Satoru talked for a while, he said in a serious tone: "Ahem, if you have nothing to do, the exam will start. Please start your exam, Miss Macchima."

Machima nodded, started the car skillfully, pulled the manual transmission, and the car drove out immediately and smoothly.

It is said that it is a road test, but it is actually a few laps around various venues. If it is not particularly bad skills, it will usually be passed. Novices will participate in the camp first, but of course experienced people like Maqima can still take the test directly.

The route in the venue was winding and winding. Although the purpose of the exam would not be achieved if it were not like this, Maqima still felt that it was cumbersome and time-consuming.

"Haha..." Gojo Satoru was sitting in the co-pilot seat and yawning. Although he had the name of a coach, he didn't do anything. He was so bored that he would fall asleep at any time.

Macchima simply asked him: "When will it end?"

After two laps, she had passed all the venues that should be left, and she could tell that Wujo Wu himself didn't come to test her, but just wanted to be her car when he had nothing to do. It stands to reason that it should be almost the same now.

But he never stopped.

"Well, don't be too anxious." Wujo Wu stretched out his arms unhurriedly, and continued, "You are driving too slowly, you can't achieve the effect of the exam at all, come on, hang up first Fifth gear."

Macchima: ?

What's the matter, is this going to the highway?

Mazima blinked, and doubts were written brightly in her pair of golden eyes.

Seeing that she didn't move or speak, Gojo Wutiao suddenly laughed and slapped her hands: "No? You should have said it earlier, Coach Wutiao will teach you."

As soon as he finished speaking, Maqima was even more confused.

In the next second, Gojo Satoru stretched out his hand and grabbed her wrist with neither light nor heavy strength.

The palm of the opponent's hand is very hot, and it's a lot bigger than hers. This difference in hand size is more obvious when the two hands overlap.

The height difference of thirty centimeters can stand out even when sitting on a seat. Mazima's wrist is so thin that it seems that it will be broken if he exerts force. When he holds her, it is like pulling a woman. child.

"Remember to step on the clutch." He reminded.

Upon hearing this, Mazima obediently stepped on it.

The white-haired man held her hand, exerted a slight force on his palm, and asked her to shift the gear to the far right first, and then led her to push forward to the left.

After finishing this series of things, Gojo Satoru let go of her: "Okay, Maqima step on the accelerator!"

Maqima was taken aback for a moment, then quickly withdrew her hand and put it on the steering wheel again. When she stepped on the accelerator, the car rushed out with a "whoosh--".

Going through the tricky [-]th bends at various angles in the field at a high speed can be said to be a very technical test, and you may hit the fence if you are not careful.

But Gojo Satoru was not only not vigilant at the moment, but also opened the car window wide, poking half of his head out.

It was probably because the speed was so fast that the strong wind howled outside the window, blowing Machima's orange-pink braids and making her bangs a little messy.

While turning the steering wheel quickly, Maqima did not forget to remind Gojo Satoru: "Mr. Gojo, you will be fined for this."

Gojo Satoru waved his hand indifferently: "Ah, ah, I'm the strongest, I'll be fine!"

Maqima couldn't help sighing, who said that he was worried about him, the traffic law said that there would be corresponding punishment for doing such dangerous movements at will, and if this was caught by surveillance, wouldn't it be caught by the moth right way to talk ?

"But... very happy."

she says.

It seemed that it was because the wind was too strong, so she couldn't hear her words clearly, Gojo Satoru asked doubtfully, "Ah? What's wrong?"

But then the other party's silver bell-like laughter immediately gave him the answer.

Mazima also opened the window on her side to the maximum, enjoying the strong wind coming from the window, and immediately felt amused when she saw the other party's messy white hair.

It's been a long time since I ruled the demons, and I feel happy from the bottom of my heart.

The meager sense of distance is so imperceptible, and the gap between them is even so small that they can be ignored. They can hug each other intimately and be honest with each other emotionally.

Maybe this is the so-called equality.

The equality she has always yearned for.

Machima thought so.

-

"Hey! What are you doing?!"

It wasn't until there was a warning sound from the driving school that Makima finally let go of the accelerator.

Seeing this, Gojo Satoru gave a refreshing "tsk" and said, "It came so quickly..."

When Mazima heard this, she immediately felt something was wrong.

Gojo realized that the venue was only a few 10 minutes away, and it was only about 10 minutes after the two of them started racing happily together, which was not a long time.

Not long after, a man wearing a coach uniform walked over quickly, Wujo Gojo quickly closed the window, and the air conditioner that had just been turned off was turned on again.

But the man opened the car door with the spare key and reprimanded: "What are you doing! Do you know how dangerous it is to drive like that in the venue!?"

……

I don't know how long it took before the man finally calmed down: "Forget it, pay attention next time."

The man in the coach uniform was about to leave, but quickly realized something was wrong, turned around abruptly, and looked at Maqima: "I remember...Miss is my student this time?"

Macchima: "..."

guessed.

Just now, Gojo Satoru's reaction made her feel that something was wrong. In addition, Japan's requirements for coaches have always been strict. Gojo Satoru, who has no certificate and only goes through the back door, should not let him in out of safety considerations.

So, he lied to her about the time set by the coach from the beginning, when in fact the coach would come a few 10 minutes late.

Gojo Satoru scratched his head: "Ahahaha, I'm leaving now."

True Coach: ?You play me? ?