Curse back: Gender-swapped cosplayers always meet the real person

“This is my home now.”

When I got to the door, I stopped and looked at Xuzi: "Why don't you ask me a few more questions? Don't you think I'm suspicious?"

There was pure kindness and trust in her eyes: "You saved my life regardless of the danger, and saved my daughters from the fate of being left without a mother. For a good person like you, I would do my best to repay you. How could I think you had ill intentions?"

"..."

She's like this, and I'm not used to having to rack my brains to come up with excuses every time I save someone.

"Mom!" The door in front of us was opened. Two girls were hiding at the door and looking at us. When they saw a stranger coming, they immediately retracted their heads back.

"Mimiko, Nanako." She squatted at the door, pointed at me and said, "This is the benefactor who just saved mom. He is not a bad person."

Hearing her say this, Mimiko and Nanako finally came out from the crack in the door and said cautiously, "Hello."

"Please come in," she said, "I'll find you some clean clothes."

Mimiko stood in the corner holding Nanako's hand, still timid and not daring to even raise her eyes.

I didn't approach them rashly.

For them now, any stranger who comes will probably bring back bad memories, right?

"Don't blame them for being timid." Jia Chang Xuzi came out with clothes and said to me, "The people here are not very friendly to us."

It's a euphemism, but if adults are treated like that, children who have no ability to protect themselves will only be bullied even more severely.

I took the clothes and said, "Then I'll go change my clothes first. Where is the bathroom?"

"Go straight and turn right."

I took the clothes into the room, looked at the clean shirt and pants, and fell into deep thought.

Xuzi Jiachang is petite, a head shorter than me, only about 1.5 meters tall.

But I am 1.7 meters tall, and after I changed my gender in the cosplay outfit, my shoulders became two centimeters wider than my natural size, and I became the type with broad shoulders and a thin waist.

The pants are fine, wearing cropped pants as shorts is not a big problem.

But the underwear was so tight on my upper body that I could hardly breathe.

The black T-shirt was put on his body, with the fabric all sticking to his shoulders. The hem was much shorter, exposing his waist. It looked like an adult secretly wearing children's clothes, which was cramped and awkward.

it's wired!

But she probably doesn't have any bigger clothes, and I can't ask her to take out her deceased husband's clothes and let me wear them, right?

I took a deep breath, endured the awkward feeling and walked out.

I don't know why, but I always feel like someone is staring at me from behind.

But I always had this thought every time I went out wearing inappropriate clothes.

Well, maybe it’s just an illusion this time.

After I came out, I looked around the interior of the house, which was already very run-down.

The door was a model from more than ten years ago, supported only by a flimsy door lock, which was no protection against thieves.

The wooden structure of the house has old and bumpy walls. If we don't move out, we don't know when the walls will collapse and hit someone.

Many of the furnishings had been put away and neatly placed in boxes, and I guess they were going to be taken out and put back in boxes again.

As for furniture and many daily necessities, they were also cleared out.

Considering what Oko Kaba said about her plan to leave, it seems that even if I didn't come, she had planned to leave in the next few days.

Nanako and Mimiko snuggled in Oko's arms, hugging her neck tightly.

Nanako asked quietly, "Mom, why did you take so long? Mimiko and I were worried about you."

"It's okay, it's okay." She patted her two daughters' heads soothingly and asked softly, "Let's leave this place today, okay?"

"Today?" Nanako and Mimiko looked at each other, clasped their hands excitedly, and asked, "Are we leaving today?"

I stood there, watching the woman who had just escaped death hugging her two children with tears in her eyes.

The ignorant children didn't know that they were almost separated from their mother and were still excited about leaving.

An inexplicable feeling welled up in my heart.

It turned out that they were just a little bit, just a little bit, and they could have escaped from this hell with their beloved mother.

.......

"Everything is packed." The woman patted the two boxes under her hands and said, "That's about it."

"You only took these few things?" I pointed at the box on the ground and said, "You don't want the rest?"

“No more.” She shook her head and said, “After Mimiko Nanako’s father passed away, there are only painful things here.”

"I want to take them away from here and create new memories."

I was silent for a while, then asked, "Have you decided where to take them?"

She was stunned, "Well..."

She smiled bitterly and said, "My late husband and I have saved a little over the years. Although it's not much, it will be enough to get us through for a while."

"But he has few relatives, and I'm an orphan. I really don't know where to go, otherwise I wouldn't be staying here."

“……” I stroked my chin and began to think.

Where to go is indeed a question.

The Fushiguro house is too small. It's okay for people to live there temporarily for a while, but it would be too crowded if seven people lived there for a long time.

What's more, I can't bring them to live at home without the consent of Shen'er and the other two children.

It seems...there is only one person I can ask for help.

Damn it, I have to owe another favor.

If this goes on, won’t Gojo Satoru not be able to even lift his head?

I reluctantly took out my cell phone, ah... I forgot, I just jumped into the lake and this thing is soaked in water and can't be turned on.

"Ms. Oko," I asked, "Do you have a cell phone?"

"I don't have a cell phone." She looked at my cell phone apologetically and said, "But there is a landline. Do you want to call?"

"Yes." I breathed a sigh of relief.

Fortunately, in the previous world, I used Gojo Satoru's spare phone and memorized the phone numbers of several people.

When I first entered the school and saved the phone numbers, I found that after so many years, their phone numbers have not changed, otherwise I still wouldn’t know who to call.

I dialed the number.

"Moshimoshi..." Gojo Satoru's nonchalant voice sounded, and after a pause of two or three seconds, he suddenly shouted, "Zenyuan? Why are you calling me?"

I didn’t say anything yet: “…”

"No." I asked in confusion, "How do you know it's mine?"

I'm using Jiachang's landline, so it should show as an unfamiliar caller on his end, right?

Has his six eyes become so powerful?

“Ahahahaha…” Gojo Satoru said with a smile: “I guessed it based on the sound of your breathing.”

“……”Is this true or false… Can you guess this?

His brain is so bright...

I asked suspiciously: "... Could it be that..."

"What's wrong?"

"Did you install some kind of eavesdropping device on me?"

"How is this possible!" Gojo Satoru screamed like a cat that had been caught by a sore spot: "I swear I have never done such a despicable thing!"

"What on earth do you want to call me about? I'm very busy, tell me quickly."

"Okay..." I said doubtfully, "It's like this..."

After all, I was the one begging him, and my voice softened a little for the first time.

This was probably the most humble way I ever spoke to Gojo Satoru: "Um... I have a favor to ask of you..."

"Sure." He answered without hesitation.

I was stunned.

"Eh? But I haven't told you what I need your help with yet?"

"Ah? Ah! Well, well..." He said with a smile, "Because you are my respected teacher, no matter what you want me to do for you, I will agree to it."

I:"……"

The person who just called me "Lao" now says that he respects me.

There are five more things. If you really respect your teachers, you wouldn't have secretly worn my skirt and threatened to take revenge after I beat you.

But in recent times, he has indeed behaved very well.

Could it be that he was taught a lesson by the moth and repented?

No, no, no, that's impossible. There must be something fishy here!

Gojo Satoru becoming obedient sounds scarier than him secretly wearing women's clothes.

But now is not the time to worry about these things. I explained the matter of the mother and daughter in the shackle field to him over the phone.

"So you want me to find them a place to stay temporarily, right?"

"Well... it's like this." I said, "The rent should not be too expensive."

"Okay." He agreed. "Anything else?"

"Are you and Jay in school now?" I asked.

"Ah... um... yes, at school, that's right, what's wrong?"

"There's one more thing I'd like to ask you for help with..."

I told him the address of Jiachang's house.

"Can you help me borrow Glass's coat, and then ask Jay to send a bigger flying curse spirit to take us back?"

I looked at the short-sleeved shirt on my body and still felt that I couldn't wear it out.

Oko Kaba's coat was too small for me to even fit into, but Naoko was at least as tall as me, so she could fit into it.

The roads in the small mountain village here are rugged and difficult to travel, and even cars can't drive in. Apart from the curse spirit, I can't think of any other way to quickly send the mother and her two daughters out.

“Ah? This, this…” Gojo Satoru said, “This, this…”

"Is there something wrong?"

Isn't Glass in school?

Or has he angered Nitro again and is being unilaterally isolated?

"No!" Gojo Satoru said, "Absolutely not. I'm going to ask Nazawa to borrow some now."

Gojo Satoru hastily hung up the phone.

So suspicious!

He is really suspicious!

What on earth happened…?