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

Geto Xiayou was lying flat on the bed in the infirmary, half dead.

He actually hated this posture, always feeling like a fish on a chopping board, or a lamb to be slaughtered.

The high fever made his limbs weak and his body felt heavy as a piece of iron sinking in the sea. His listless brain kept sending him messages that he was out of control.

The dazzling light above his head made his eyes sore. He couldn't help but cover his face with his only remaining hand. The wound on his other hand was no longer as painful as it was two days ago. Only the pain in the affected limb was still tormenting his nerves all the time: "Do you have to heal my injury?"

Xia Yujie and Gojo Satoru were both driven out of the infirmary by Naoko. Ieiri Naoko tore off a piece of mint gum and put it in her mouth to chew: "Excuse me, you have no reason to refuse."

"Or do you really intend to relieve your guilt through pain?"

Xia Yujie stopped talking.

Ieiri Naoko chuckled, "Could it be true?"

"..."

"Forget it." She spread her hands, and a steady stream of cursed energy surged from her body. The reversal technique was performed, covering the injured part of Geto Suguru: "Anyway, I never understood what you were thinking."

All that is left are the painful memories of his youth when he became increasingly silent, more and more haggard, and finally killed 112 people and defected.

......

Gojo Satoru and I were kicked out of the infirmary.

He took out another can of coffee from his pocket and handed it to me, then he took out a few round chocolates wrapped in gold foil.

"No." I looked up and down at his uniform. The black cloth was flat against his body, outlining his tall figure. The pockets of his pants and clothes were also flat on both sides. "Where did you get these things from?"

"Do you have an alternate dimension pocket on you?"

"?" He tore off the candy wrapper in confusion and bit off half of it: "Isn't this normal?"

Then he handed one of them to me: "This one has hazelnut filling, it's delicious, do you want one?"

I:"......"

It's late at night and I've eaten so much today, I must have exceeded the calorie limit!

But this is the chocolate recommended by dessert expert Gojo Satoru, it must be both expensive and delicious!

I want."

Forget it, I'll just give up on myself. Anyway, this isn't my world, so I'll just eat as many bites as I can, because I might not be able to eat anymore in the future.

I followed his example, tore open the wrapper, took a bite, and the rich cocoa flavor mixed with the aroma of nuts filled my mouth: "Delicious."

Outside the infirmary are the technical college's teaching building and dormitories. A little further away you can see the teachers' dormitory. Next to it is the path where Gojo Satoru and I moved Geto Suguru over.

Temple-style wooden buildings surround the infirmary, with tall trees planted next to them. It is unknown how many years they have been on this ancient land.

"Ah." Gojo Satoru complained, "It's all Jie's fault. My good dreams tonight have been ruined again."

Speaking of this, I remembered my sweet dream interrupted by Geto Xiayou, and for a moment I complained with empathy: "Yeah! I had a super nice dream, but he woke me up with his groaning."

"Eh? What was your dream? Did you like it so much?" Gojo Satoru guessed with great interest: "Mine was about squeezing all the rotten oranges to pieces."

"This is not a sweet dream at all, it's more like a nightmare," I complained.

"It's a beautiful dream for me." He urged me to exchange: "I told you mine, tell me yours, what did you dream about?"

But before I could say anything, he speculated, "Did he dream that he ruled the whole world? Or did he dream that the Panxing Sect spread all over the world? Or did he dream that he achieved his ideal?"

What a grand dream! Compared to this, my promotion and salary increase are as humble as an ant under the feet of a giant.

"So what was the dream about?"

"Almost." I stammered, "I just dreamed that I suddenly became rich."

"Eh..." He stretched out his words in disappointment, and leaned back on the railing with his originally erect body: "What a boring dream."

Maybe it’s because he is very rich and can make a lot of money by doing 007 missions every day, so he is numb to things like money.

But, I'm still very angry!

! ! ! ! ! !

What a boring dream!

Listen, is what you say human?

I touched the bulging veins on my forehead and was about to retort to him that if he found it boring, he might as well give me 10 billion to help me realize my dream.

The door behind us suddenly opened, interrupting our conversation.

Glass stood at the door. After the treatment, the dark circles under her eyes seemed to have darkened. She exuded the fatigue and irritability of wanting to destroy the world after working overtime. "The treatment is almost done. Let's take him back now."

"By the way." She said before leaving, "I will catch up on my sleep tomorrow. If you dare to disturb my sleep, Gojo Satoru, I will send you directly to the crematorium."

We both nodded in unison in silence.

Xia Youjie walked towards us with unsteady steps. Although Gao Xingzi healed his wounds, the excessive blood loss and high fever made the reversal technique useless. He could only rely on his physical fitness to heal himself.

He moved his right hand, and judging from the current situation, it was no different from his left hand.

"Thank you, Jie." He said, "Although we are the same person, you don't have to..."

I forced a smile expressionlessly and interrupted him: "You're welcome. Just get well soon and go work for me to pay back the 20 billion."

This is 20 billion! Even if Fushiguro Shinobu was kidnapped and the pregnancy stone was given to him to mass-produce Fushiguro Megumi, it would still take years to pay it back.

There's a high probability that I won't be able to stay here for that long, but what if?

It’s better to quickly get Xia Youjie back and exchange him for money.

"Oh, right." I turned around and asked Gojo Satoru, "According to the market conditions here, how much is the reward for exorcising a cursed spirit?"

"Hmm..." He rested his chin on his hand and thought, "According to the level of cursed spirits, exorcising a first-level cursed spirit costs about 5 million yen, a second-level one costs 2 million, a third-level one costs 500,000, and a fourth-level one costs about 100,000. For a special-level one, it's much more expensive, about 20 million yen."

I quickly did the math in my head. A special-grade creature costs 20 million. That 20 billion would be enough to eliminate about a thousand special-grade creatures, or 4,000 first-grade cursed spirits, or 10,000 second-grade ones.

"If I can exorcise one special-grade cursed spirit every day, I can pay it off in two to three years. But special-grade cursed spirits are hard to find, so I can exorcise four level one or a dozen level three spirits every day, and win by quantity." I muttered to myself.

"It's decided." I patted his shoulder and said, "Starting tomorrow, you will exorcise ten third-level cursed spirits, or four first-level spirits, or one special-level spirit every day to pay off your debts."

"Then what are you doing?" Gojo Satoru asked curiously.

"Of course I was watching you fight." I answered confidently, "Of course, it's okay to buy you some food occasionally to reward you."

Xia Youjie's mouth twitched, and he rolled his eyes, which was rare: "Now go straight ahead for fifty meters, and then go right for two hundred meters."

Me: “What to do?”

"There's a small pool of water over there. Go and look at your own face to see if it looks like Zhou Baopi."

I was surprised and said, "I didn't expect that you dropped out of college in junior college, but you have a lot of common sense. You even know Zhou Paopi."

He: “Hahahahahaha….”