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

It was two o'clock in the afternoon, and the weather in December was still cold. Fortunately, the sky cleared up, and the warm sunlight shone through the glass windows onto the ground, reflecting a tall figure.

The white-haired man wore a black jacket made of fine fabric, slightly revealing the white shirt underneath. The buttons were buttoned tightly, covering his Adam's apple. His slender fingers were wrapped around a piece of white bandage, circle after circle, and finally tied a beautiful bow at his wrist.

There were two people beside him, a man and a woman.

The man was also tall, wearing a monk's robe and a half-bun hairstyle. His bangs fell to his cheeks, revealing the delicate black earrings on his wide earlobes. He had a pair of fox eyes and slightly pale lips that naturally curled up. Even without making any expression, he looked like he was smiling.

The woman was slightly shorter, and looked and dressed similarly to the man, but her slightly squinting fox eyes were slightly larger than the man's, and her fair face had a moist glow.

All three of them have outstanding looks. If you ignore their conversation, the scene in front of you is as pleasing to the eye as if it came out of an idol drama.

The clerk was holding two dresses that he had just carefully selected and waiting patiently by the side. He was using all his lifelong professionalism to force himself not to show a distorted expression.

Their conversation was really weird though.

......

Gojo Satoru took two sexy black dresses, one with an open back and the other with suspenders held together only by two thin strings.

Don't get me wrong, these two items are not for me. He kept gesturing to Geto Suguru.

"Jie, choose one of the two, which one do you want to wear?" He circled around Xia Youjie with great interest, as if he had completely ignored the bulging blue veins on his forehead and his clenched fists.

If he hadn't taken the situation into consideration, I doubt he would have really killed Gojo Satoru with one punch.

I stared at the two pieces of clothing and suddenly began to imagine how they would look on Geto Suguru. As a second-dimensional person, I have also seen many masterpieces of fandoms in real life.

He has changed into many different skins, including sexy maid costume, injection nurse costume, male mother apron costume, and of course the Yoel killer costume, but I seem to have never seen the backless black dress costume before.

My eyes couldn't help but flash.

"Whatever you're thinking about, shut up." As if he noticed that there was something incredible in my mind, he suddenly turned around and looked at me sinisterly.

You can control my body, but can you control my brain? No matter what, I will think.

Gojo Satoru was still crying and making a scene, "No one cares, no one cares. I'm the one who spends the money. I say what clothes to wear, and Jie has to wear those clothes."

"If you let me go back now, I will pack a hundred skirts and send them to you immediately." He pressed his temple and sneered.

"Don't dream." Gojo Satoru said, "I am your and Jie's creditor now. You have to do whatever I say."

"That's right." I agreed politely, "We have to do whatever Master Gojo tells us to do. Jie, just obey him."

Anyway, the excitement is theirs, but the happiness is mine.

Seeing that the expression of the clerk holding the clothes next to me was getting weirder and weirder, and the smile on the corner of his mouth was getting stiffer and stiffer, Xia Yujie actually started to drag me into it.

"Oh?" He stretched out his hand to hold my shoulders, leaned his head on mine, and said ambiguously: "He wants to take you away from me, will you listen to him? My sister, huh?"

The pronunciation of the last word is particularly interesting.

Look at this teasing, taboo and charming energy. He is worthy of being the Gu King who can attract a large number of loyal believers with his personal charm.

I knew I shouldn't laugh at this moment, thinking back to when we were in the three-dimensional world, he had fascinated me to death.

But the ghost video of Geto Suguru's champagne call inexplicably appeared in my mind again, and the degree of brainwashing was comparable to the super popular ghost video of the Three Kingdoms Zhuge Liang on YouTube.

"Puchi." I couldn't help it and finally laughed out loud: "Hahahahahahahaha..."

I laughed so hard that my stomach hurt, but I still had to cover my abdomen and said to him, "Guomei, I shouldn't have laughed, I'm sorry, hahahahahahahaha..."

The smile on Xia Youjie's face froze in place along with his movements. Perhaps he did not expect that the first time in his life he "seduced" someone, he would end up making that person laugh.

"Hahahahaha, Jie, you're so lame." Gojo Satoru showed no mercy to his best friend and laughed out loud, "Do you know how to do it? Do you want Master Satoru to show you a lesson?"

As he spoke, he took out a pair of small black round sunglasses from somewhere and put them on his face. He unbuttoned his Adam's apple, revealing his fair neck. Then he half-bent over like a gentleman, took out a rose from nowhere and held it in his mouth. "My beautiful lady, may I have the honor of inviting you to dinner tonight?"

. . . . . . .

Who taught him this?

One second, two seconds, three seconds...

silence.

Still a shameful silence.

The shop assistant standing aside finally let go of his facial expression control and unscrupulously used every part of his face, eyebrows, eyes, nose, and mouth, to make all kinds of difficult expressions.

Surprise? Shame? Embarrassment? Digging your toes into the ground?

I took a second to think about it, but found that I couldn't interpret it, so I gave up regretfully.

Then there is Gojo Satoru.

He stood there, wearing a pair of round black sunglasses, and his lips seemed to be painted with some kind of lipstick, which was shiny. His movements were a bit exaggerated, but he didn't seem to realize it.

The term "Human Yuugo" is not called for nothing. My expression now is exactly the same as when I saw the anime where he said he wanted to teach Fushiguro Megumi to play the violin.

But they are actually different because he wore the sunglasses and played the erhu and went to the street to perform as a blind performer. It didn't feel out of place at all.

Silence...still silence...

Gojo Satoru looked up at me with a hint of doubt. His original frivolous expression disappeared, and his confused look now looked a bit like a cat peeking out of its head.

What a silly boy.

I stretched out my hand with difficulty and patted his shoulder lovingly: "You are not much better."

With such a kind expression, Gojo Satoru said such disgusting words, and it looked like the critical hit he suffered was as if he had taken on ten infinite voids.

In short, it was a double goal.

The two brothers who were accused froze in place.

I, who won the MVP award, left them behind, picked out two simple white A-line skirts that I liked, and happily walked into the fitting room.