Curse back: As a swordsman, what's wrong with a happy ending?

Su Ze came out of the old residential building. It was almost six o'clock and the streets were already crowded with pedestrians and cars.

He was walking on the sidewalk by the road. On both sides were many students going home after class. High school girls in JK short skirts and pigtails were playing and playing in front of him.

He didn't want to get involved in curses and sorcerers, but when someone around him encountered a curse, like Oda Ling this time, would he intervene? Or would he pretend not to see it?

Although he might not be able to sit back and do nothing, even though the curse this time was very weak, what about next time? And the next time?

Even though his strength is far from reaching its peak, one day he will encounter a curse stronger than himself. At that time, if he has too many ties and concerns, he can still casually throw away his sleeves.

And then leave easily?

He is a little irritable.

"…Classmate, classmate! What do you want to buy?"

"Ah? Ah!" Su Ze was awakened from his thoughts. The smiling clerk was waiting for him to choose his dessert.

"Let's have one of each of these flavors of macaron." Su Ze said casually, glancing at the colorful snacks in front of him.

"This Swiss macaron has no special features! Both the texture and taste are between French and Italian. Its existence is almost to serve as a reference for the two." A clear male voice sounded behind Su Ze, and his voice still had the childishness before the voice changed.

The man continued, "If it were me, I would choose the Momo-cho on Aoyama-dori. The craftsmanship there is obviously better."

There is a sense of arrogance and confidence in his tone, and even when he recommends a store to others, he uses this tone.

Su Ze didn't even turn his head. He didn't like such a rebellious person, so he twisted the Oreo cookie in his hand and replied calmly: "Hey, brother, don't be too sure. Some people like the French style of crispy and sticky, and some people like the Italian style of soft and crispy. There is no problem with that. Then naturally some people like the 'moderate' - or, in other words, the Swiss style that has both tastes."

Su Ze seemed to be responding in a tit-for-tat manner.

He was fully prepared for a heated argument, but the young man behind him stopped talking and remained silent for a long time.

The macarons are all packed. If you ignore me, I’m going to eat—Su Ze took the box and muttered to himself.

"So, is this the reason why you eat Oreo...Oo like this?" Su Ze was about to leave when the boy behind him asked again.

So he stopped and looked down at the cookies in his hand. Unconsciously, he had stacked five cookies and four creams together.

"Uh, it's Oreo Oreo Oreo." He talked nonsense.

"Pfft - how interesting." The young man lived in Bengbu, "No one in the family has ever spoken to me like this, let alone those of my peers, even the servants and elders comply with my wishes - this is the first time I've met someone like you." There was still a sense of arrogance and confidence in his tone, but this time there seemed to be a hint of friendliness.

Su Ze's heart suddenly skipped a beat and he suddenly thought of someone.

The guy behind me had such a tone of voice, a tone of voice, and his knowledge of desserts, as well as the information revealed in his words...

All pointing to one person——

Su Ze turned around like clockwork, and the first thing that caught his eye was his dazzlingly shiny white hair, which made him look like a liar.

If he were to wear those children's round-frame sunglasses, he would look like... a charlatan.

He had his hands in his pockets and was wearing an unusual kimono.

Damn! It never rains but it pours! It was bad enough to be cursed when going out, but when buying dessert, I also ran into the world's biggest bug - Gojo Satoru.

Gojo Satoru looked to be the same age as him... maybe a year older at most.

The white-haired boy version of Gojo stretched out a hand, "It's been a long time since I've seen someone whose hobbies and personality make me so happy—" Of course, hobbies refer to his love for desserts, and his expertise in this area. As for personality... of course, it means that Su Ze doesn't tolerate this kid at all.

"——My name is Gojo Satoru. Although we may not meet again, I'm still happy to meet you." Gojo lowered his head slightly, revealing his pale blue eyes under his sunglasses.

Su Ze was helpless, but after thinking about it, he realized that Wu Tiao was right, and they would probably never see each other again. So he simply extended his hand, "My name is Su Ze, please give me your guidance."

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"Oh, Suze, your name doesn't sound Oriental. Where are you from?"

"Oh, Suze, I remember your uniform. Did you just enter junior high school this year? Then we are the same age!"

"Oh, Suze, why are you ignoring me? Is it because the macarons are too bad? I said the Swiss ones are not good--"

Suze: (?_? )

The white-haired young version of Gojo jumped up and down around Su Ze, and Su Ze strode with a frown on his face. He wanted to go back quickly, but how could he be faster than Gojo Satoru without the Taoist Qi? So he could only endure the boy's yelling all the way.

"Hey, Su Ze, look at that woman over there, she's been staring at us--" Gojo Satoru suddenly changed the subject.

Su Ze turned his head and looked to the side. A black Kawasaki ZX4RR was parked on the roadside not far away. A tall blonde woman was leaning against the car. She was wearing big sunglasses and her long hair was tied into a high ponytail.

"Shh~" Gojo Satoru whistled, "This woman's background is not simple."

Of course it's not simple - Su Ze complained in his heart. Not to mention why she looked like she could ride a motorcycle at the age of sixteen at most, the black and blue uniform alone made him want to turn around and leave - that was the uniform of the Jujutsu High School.

As for this female high school student, if one is not blind or has a brick in the eye, then one can be sure that this girl is one of the four special-grade sorcerers of the future - and the only female special-grade - Kujuku Yuki.

Although she is indeed sassy and cool, the type that Su Ze likes...

Snapped!

Su Ze slapped himself hard, damn, his thoughts went astray again! Is it a question of big breasts and long legs now?

Well...it could also be...

Papa! He slapped himself twice more. This was clearly the critical moment for whether he could safely survive the next few decades!

But the legs are really long...

"Shh~" The female high school student leaned against the motorcycle with one hand in her pocket and whistled in a teasing manner.

Gojo Satoru looked at the young man from Yan Country, who was slapping himself in the face and then pretending nothing had happened. He was very confused.

Su Ze looked at his nose and his heart, pretending to be unconcerned, and walked forward with his head held high.

Gojo Satoru must have figured out her identity as a sorcerer, so he put two fingers together and stroked them across her forehead to greet her.

"You are strong now, but I will definitely be the one in the future." He raised his sunglasses slightly and whispered with his mouth.

Su Ze heard it all clearly. Should he say that he was worthy of being such a great man?

He took advantage of this opportunity to quickly slip into an alley, and left instantly with the blessing of Qi. The female students around him had their skirts flying, and they screamed and pulled down their skirts.

Over there, Jiujiuyuki caught a glimpse of Suze running away, and also saw the little devil Gojo who was quite interested in fighting her. She shrugged indifferently and chuckled helplessly.

The Gojo family's six-eyed imp is worthy of his reputation, but the boy who just ran faster than the track and field team members is also very interesting.

Gojo Satoru announced, and found that the elder sister didn't say anything, so he put his hands on his hips and said proudly, "Su Ze, look, that guy is also intimidated by my pressure!"

In the end, no one paid any attention to him.

He looked around, there were people walking around, and the female students had very white thighs. He tilted his head, "Ah."

"Forget it, let's just forget about it. Never seeing me again is the best thing for ordinary people... right?"