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

Tomorrow I am going to fight monsters with Nanaming, whom I adore. I was so excited that I could hardly sleep and rolled around on the bed several times.

Xia Youjie put his hands behind his head as a pillow and glanced at me sideways. "Did Ichichi tell you the information about the cursed spirit that needs to be exorcised?"

"No." I shook my head.

Yidizhi sent me a message two hours ago telling me that the information about the cursed spirit is currently in the General Directorate, and the observation of the window has not yet been completed, so there is no way to fax the detailed information over yet.

“But it shouldn’t be more than one level,” I guessed.

After all, special-grade cursed spirits are hard to find, and Nanami is a first-grade sorcerer, so it is just right for him to take me to fight first-grade cursed spirits.

As for why Geto Suguru was still in my room tonight, we have to go back to this afternoon.

After Gojo Satoru gave me his cell phone, he was called away by another phone call. In a sense, he was quite busy.

However, the phone numbers of all the people in the college were already stored in the backup phone, so it was very convenient to contact the rest of the people.

Gojo Satoru also left. Since we had nothing to do, I, Suguru Takeshi, Nanami, and Ijichi continued to walk around the technical high school. Of course, Ijichi and I spent most of the time chatting awkwardly, while Suguru Takeshi and Nanami were "reminiscing about the past."

Yijizhi has a lot of experience in PPT layout and Excel table creation, and we exchanged views on this in depth.

He adhered to his usual cautious style, and said to me with a little surprise and flattery: "I didn't expect Miss Xia Yu to be so proficient in this area."

Of course I am proficient in it. Isn't this an experience that every office worker who has been trained by his or her boss in a cubicle at the company must have?

Maybe it was because no one usually listened to him talk about these things, but when he heard that someone was interested, Yidizhi was like a flood that had been opened, and he kept sharing the PPT templates he had made. He could even make simple animations with slides!

This is really an eye-opener.

I swear, if he could come to work in our company, he would become a backbone force in the industry.

Of course, whether I can go back and whether I will be fired after I go back are both uncertain.

On the other side, the conversation between Nanami and Geto Suguru seemed to be going smoothly.

I didn't hear what they said specifically, but seeing that their faces were calm, their tone of voice was neither hurried nor slow, and their voices were not loud, I guessed that there was no conflict and they were just chatting normally.

Anyway, at this peaceful moment, I received a call from Gojo Satoru.

The note displayed on his backup phone is: good looking guy gojo 1, so I guess the note on that phone should be: good looking guy gojo 2?

In short, it's very Gojo Satoru.

"Jie-chan." He said on the phone, "I'm so sorry. The delivery man said he had a car accident on the way today, so the two big beds won't be delivered until tomorrow, so I'll have to inconvenience you into keeping Jie for another night."

Gojo Satoru paid for the bed and I didn't contribute a penny, so that's fine.

A handsome guy named Geto Suguru is sleeping next to my bed, and I won’t suffer any loss, so that’s fine.

Gojo Satoru treated us to a luxurious dinner yesterday and also bought us some daily necessities, so that's fine.

I endured it, I endured it, I endured it.

No, I can't bear it anymore.

I yelled into the phone, "In that case, can't you just let him sleep in your room for one night?"

And, Geto Suguru, who finished talking with Nanami and walked over to me, said, "I repeat, I'm not a ball!"

I gave him a cold look and said, "I wish you were a ball."

You can just put it in your arms and go, why bother with so much effort?

"No, no, no." Gojo Satoru shouted calmly, "I don't like being in the same room with men."

Damn, what a bad reason.

I rolled my eyes. "Just because you don't like it, does that mean I like it? Adults need their own space!"

"Jay's presence is very low, so most of the time just pretend he doesn't exist."

......

The 185+cm tall guy with a low sense of presence was standing next to me with great presence, "Hey, you two should give me some face, I'm right next to you."

Was glamorously ignored.

"Then tomorrow." I conceded. "Tomorrow is the deadline. If the bed doesn't arrive, I will steal your bed for him to sleep in even if I use up all the spells in my inventory."

"As for you, just drive up to the rooftop and sleep in the northwest wind."

"There is no northwest wind in the recent weather..."

I hung up the phone before he finished speaking.

Why do I feel like my temper has become worse and worse since I came into this world?

This is definitely not my fault, it must be the fault of Geto Suguru and Gojo Satoru.

And just like that, Geto Xiayou slept on my floor again and again.

I suspect that this piece of wood is destined to be with him. When he moves away, I'll let him take the board with him.

If this continues, they will soon develop feelings for each other.

After washing up, I lay on the bed. Xia Yujie went to take a shower next door, but he didn't wash his hair today.

The nights in the technical high school are exceptionally quiet, but tomorrow will be my first time to kill a cursed spirit in the true sense, and I am so nervous and excited that I can’t sleep.

"Jie." I turned over, put the pillow on the bed, and asked him, "What was it like when you first subdued a cursed spirit?"

He was stunned: "Why are you asking this?" Then he narrowed his eyes and looked at me: "Our experiences before high school should be similar, right? Do you need to ask me this?"

After being tested and questioned so many times, I have learned to say nonsense without blushing or beating my heart: "I am a girl and you are a boy, there must be a difference, right?"

"What difference does it make?"

"For example, I always go to the women's restroom, and you always go to the men's restroom, so I definitely won't encounter the cursed spirits that you encounter in the men's restroom."

He choked a bit. “It’s not often that I encounter cursed spirits in the toilet.”

"Oh, just an analogy, an analogy." I shook my head. I felt a little uncomfortable lying on my stomach, so I simply turned over, facing away from him, lowered my head, stared at the ceiling and said, "There are many differences. The places you go, the friends you make, and so on, there will be differences too."

"When these small things accumulate, even for the same person, their lives can be quite different."

"That's a novel thing to say." His gentle voice came from behind my ear: "Before I met you, I rarely thought about these things."

"Then after you meet me, just think about it."