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

Gojo Satoru hung up the phone.

Ieiri Naoko stared at the ceiling of the infirmary in silence.

She has never been able to understand why her peers act like fools every day.

Geto Xiayou grabbed his head in pain.

"Jay," she said emotionlessly, "give your phone to Gojo."

"Hey, Nitro, do you think she will..."

"Remember, if the truth comes out, don't give me away."

"If the Zen master knew that I was involved, you would be dead."

After she finished speaking, she quickly logged off.

Gojo Satoru: “…”

Geto Xiayou closed his phone.

He said it, he said it, the biggest flaw among them is Gojo Satoru!

"So what should we do now?" After a long sigh, Xia Youjie asked, "She should have become suspicious, right?"

"It's okay." Gojo Satoru groaned while crossing his arms. "It was just a little doubt, but it was quickly fooled, wasn't it?"

Geto Summer Oil: “…”

He didn't think the Zen temple teacher was someone who could be easily fooled. She could even recognize people from the Internet!

Although some of them were also related to Gojo Satoru filling in random personal information and stabbing them all in the back.

"She is indeed very suspicious!" Gojo Satoru pondered, "She ran to a small mountain village for no apparent reason and saved a woman named Jiachang."

"But they don't know each other at all, right?" Xia Youjie recalled the conversation between the two: "They haven't even met each other before."

"So our previous guess that the yoke was her white moonlight was probably wrong."

"Hmm... yes." Gojo Satoru thought: "All three of them are girls, the only one is a boy..."

Before they could finish their words, they looked at each other and shouted in unison: "Impossible?"

Could it be that she was so obsessed with this man that even after many years when he was married and had children, she still had to take care of his widow and children?

"Jie, let us deliver the clothes ourselves." Gojo Satoru clenched his fist and said, "We can also take a look at who this mysterious man is."

"Wait, we haven't confirmed yet that the dead guy in the shackles is her ex-boyfriend."

"Then let's go investigate whether it's him."

Xia Youjie covered his head and said, "You'd better not make trouble. What if you get found out?"

"Eh..." Gojo Satoru stretched out his words: "Jie, when did you become so timid..."

"It's not a question of being timid or not!" Xia Youjie took a deep breath and said, "Okay, let's just go over there."

"But she wanted a niter coat..."

When he talked about this, his eyes flickered.

Teacher Chanyuan seems to like loose or casual styles and usually wraps himself tightly.

Wearing tight clothes once in a while does look different from usual...

"Wow! Jay, your ears are red." Gojo Satoru pointed at his ears and said, "What kind of dirty thoughts are in your mind!"

"What are you talking about?" Xia Youjie brushed away Gojo Satoru's fingers, "I was just thinking about what to do with my coat!"

"What should we do?" Gojo Satoru said, "Of course, we should go back to the technical high school to get Nitro's coat."

"......" Xia Yujie was silent for a moment, then said, "Do I need to remind you that Naoko took all her coats to wash this morning? They are still not dry."

"Hey, you washed them all at once?" Gojo Satoru asked, "Why?"

"Yeah." Xia Youjie said, "We turned her skirt inside out and put it on. She said that we touched her clothes and they were dirty, so we needed to wash them all."

Gojo Satoru, who was despised in every way, said: "She wouldn't be that bad, would she?"

"Isn't the Zen temple doing the same thing?" Gojo Satoru looked up at the sky. "She washed all the clothes, too?"

"That shouldn't be the case." Xia Youjie said, "She seems to just dislike your brain, nothing else."

Of course, it wasn't just her, everyone disliked Gojo Satoru's brain.

"So we can't take Nitro's coat now?"

Gojo Satoru looked at Geto Suguru, stared at his coat and said, "Aren't you wearing a coat too? Why don't you take it off and give it to her?"

"You must be joking!" Xia Youjie said hurriedly, "You have one too, why don't you take it off?"

"I'm afraid of the cold."

Xia Yujie looked up at the sun hanging in the sky, then looked at Gojo Satoru's body that was as strong as an ox, and said subtly, "Are you afraid that people will dislike you for your sweaty smell?"

"It's like you're not."

The two looked at each other and smelled their clothes.

"Do you smell sweat?"

"No. There's only the smell of laundry detergent." Gojo Satoru shook his head and asked, "What about you?"

"me too."

"Then use your coat," said Gojo Satoru.

"I don't want it!" Xia Youjie said, "Use yours!"

The two ended up having a fight.

*

Gojo Satoru and Geto Suguru stood in front of me, each with a bruised face, looking like they had just had a fight.

If I were 27 years old, I could still feel sorry for those two handsome faces.

Now when I see these two 18-year-old faces, I feel calm and at peace.

Neither of the punches they received were innocent.

"Don't I just want to borrow a cursed spirit?" I asked expressionlessly, "Why are both of you here?"

Actually, I don't really want to see them. Gojo Satoru and Geto Takeshi are both very suspicious of them.

Every time his eyes roll around, he's either testing me or starting to cause trouble for me.

It was the same today. When I saw them, my vigilance was immediately raised to the maximum.

"I had nothing to do at school today, so I came here." Gojo Satoru said casually with a vague look in his eyes.

I didn't have to guess, I knew he was trying to find my "flaw" again.

"By the way, the coat you wanted." He handed over the coat in his hand.

"This isn't Nitro's clothes..."

At first glance, the model number is several sizes larger than the one in Glass.

"This is mine." Gojo Satoru said reluctantly, "I took Naoko's clothes to wash, but they're not dry yet."

"It doesn't smell like sweat, does it?" I took the clothes and sniffed the collar gently.

"How is that possible!" Gojo Satoru immediately jumped up and shouted, "I love to be clean, okay? I take a shower every day."

"Yeah, I know, I know." After responding to Gojo Satoru perfunctorily, I put on my coat.

Gojo Satoru is indeed very clean. Even before being locked up in the prison gate, he was concerned about whether the blood stains on his face would make him look ugly.

It really only smells like laundry detergent, mixed with a little bit of sweetness, probably because he really likes sweets.

Really, he was still like this when he was 28. All these years have passed and he hasn't changed at all. He's like a little child.

Noticing the smile on my face, Gojo Satoru curled his lips in dissatisfaction, lowered his head and muttered something in a low voice. His voice was too soft and I didn't hear it.

"What did you say?" I asked, "Did you just say something bad about me?"

"No." He looked at the coat on me again and turned his head away: "Put on your coat quickly. It looks ugly when it's so loose."

I:"......"

The size of the clothes doesn’t suit me, what can I do!