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

The next day, Geto Suguru and I were not busy, but Gojo Satoru was busy.

According to what he said, after the test by the two father and son in the Zen temple yesterday, Geto Suguru and I "passed" a certain assessment, so he had to go back to deal with the matter of the Night Parade of One Hundred Demons.

As for the two of us? I guess it will be a while before we get any missions.

"But don't take it lightly." Before leaving, he glanced at Xia Youjie and said, "There are still many eyes watching you, so be careful."

The campus of the technical college was empty. Most of the students were sent out to complete missions. There were probably only a few first-year students left in the school.

But I didn't meet them. I guess they were either training on the playground or in the training room.

It was the third day after Christmas, the weather was not that good, but not that bad either.

As soon as the sun appeared, it was covered by a dark cloud, and the sunlight that came down at the right time did not seem so warm.

We were so noisy last night that I didn’t sleep well at all, but I couldn’t fall asleep the next day, so I just dragged Xia Yujie around here.

"Still no change..." He sighed from his throat, and his newly repaired right arm stroked a chair lying on the side of the road.

"This is the chair, I used to lie on it often." Nostalgia softened his brows. He now looked nothing like the curser who was clamoring to curse each other to death three days ago.

I opened the coffee that Gojo Satoru gave me yesterday and took a sip. Hmm... it's so bitter, and the sourness also has a hint of hazelnut aroma and... the taste of strawberry?

I took the package and took a look at it. It was strawberry hazelnut coffee.

What was Gojo Satoru's purpose in buying it? Is this a collection of weird tastes?

No wonder he gave me the glass but refused to drink it himself.

It's really good of Naoko to hold on and not hit him...but she also knows that she can't hit him even if she tries.

But I was really exhausted now, so I had to bite the bullet and take another sip. After feeling that all the cells in my body were stimulated by this unpalatable coffee, I slowly sat down on the chair and asked, "What nightmare did you have last night?"

In fact, I wanted to ask him this question after I was woken up, but what happened last night was so many things that I couldn’t find the right time to ask.

Asking now seems like I've missed the best time, but it's better to ask than not to ask.

"You ask that?" Xia Youjie was a little surprised, his eyebrows raised, but soon dropped again, and he said with half-closed eyes: "It's nothing to worry about, I guess I will forget it all soon."

Here he comes again, trying to put people off again.

I clearly heard him yelling "no" (in a serious way, not the kind in the movies, don't get the wrong idea).

Then came the names of Mimiko Nanako and Gojo Satoru.

It was definitely a nightmare that he was very afraid of but was extremely likely to be real.

I slapped him on the back and said forcefully, "Just say what I ask you to say. I am your guarantor now, and you must obey me in everything!"

He started coughing when he was slapped: "Cough, cough, cough, just say it, why are you using force?"

I didn't feel guilty at all: "Would you tell me otherwise?"

He smiled bitterly: "What do you want to know?"

What else can we know? Of course, the whole process.

I frowned and took another sip of coffee. "Tell me the whole story from beginning to end."

"I've already told you that I've forgotten..." He turned his head and saw my warning look, and choked back his words. He opened his eyes and slowly recalled: "I dreamed about what happened after I died. After the Night Parade of One Hundred Demons, Wu killed me."

"Mimiko and Nanako wanted to avenge me, so they joined another group of curse masters and used them to assassinate the curse masters in the high school..."

"and then?"

“And what else can I do…” His hair fell down along with his head, and he looked like a depressed stray dog: “Mimiko is dead, Nanako is dead… Even Satoru… I don’t know who killed him, but in my dream, he is also dead…”

"How did Mimiko Nanako die?" I was a little confused: "Was she beheaded?"

He looked at me in surprise: "How did you know?"

Of course it’s because I know the plot later!

Now the more important question is why can Geto Suguru dream of these scenes? Does he have the ability to predict the future? No, I have never seen any description of his predictive ability in the comics.

"Go on, tell me, how did Gojo Satoru die?"

"That's too much!" Gojo Satoru, who had already left, suddenly reappeared, leaned on the back of the chair between me and Geto Xiayou, and shouted, "I'm busy with your two affairs, and you're here discussing how I died!"

"It's too much!"

My ears were buzzing from his shouting, Xia Youjie turned his head away in disgust: "Why are you haunting me?"

I patted my ears and echoed, "Yeah! Gojo Satoru! Why are you still haunting me? Wasn't it less than two hours since we left?"

"Eh?" He glared at me angrily. "I'm very efficient. I can finish that little thing in a few seconds. Who are you looking down on?"

I had a feeling that if I continued to argue with him on this topic, we might not be able to come to any conclusion until tomorrow morning, so I decisively changed the subject: "We are talking about Jay's dream."

"What dream?" He looked left and right: "Did you have a good dream too?"

"Yeah." Xia Youjie pulled the corner of his mouth: "I dreamed that you died."

“!!!!!!” Gojo Satoru jumped in front of him, put his hands on his hips and pointed at Geto Suguru, shouting, “You call the dream in which I died a beautiful dream?”

Then the two of them started arguing.

It's actually a nightmare.

But considering Gojo Satoru's character, if I really tell him, Satoru, I had a nightmare. I dreamed that you died.

This guy will definitely boast proudly that he is the strongest and will never die, and then laugh at the dreamer for being too fragile.

There was a reason why the singer hated him for so many years.

No wonder these two have been classmates for three years. Geto Suguru has lost so much weight that he is about to evolve into a gloomy guy, while Gojo Satoru is still in Makkabaka, thinking that he is suffering in the summer.

But... the painful lessons of those years have passed, and they have grown a lot after all.

"I told you it was just a dream. If you died in the dream, it doesn't matter."

"Dreams are a true reflection of your inner world. Doesn't this mean that you hate me to death?"

"You said it yourself, I didn't say it."

"Hey, you two." I interrupted their conversation: "Jie, I've had your dream too."

"You also dreamed that I died?" Gojo Satoru was even more surprised: "When did it happen? Last night again? Yes, yes, you also said that you had a beautiful dream. It couldn't be that I died and left my inheritance to you, so you said you got rich overnight."

Ahhhh, I'm so annoyed by Gojo Satoru's incessant chatter. I want to beat him up.

"No!" I glared at him, "Don't interrupt me."

"Oh." He was quiet.

Ever since I heard about Geto Suguru's dream, I started thinking about it when they were arguing.

This world has simply banned me from speaking about anything related to the three-dimensional world, but if I use dreams to alert them to the noose, will that work?

I took a deep breath and said, "Before I came to your world, I had a dream..."