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

After the pretended lighthearted banter, the room returned to silence.

There was awkwardness in the air.

I seldom talk about serious topics with people, and I never mention anything about ideas, beliefs, and dreams.

After a heart-to-heart talk with someone, there is an indescribable feeling of shame.

It's like emptying yourself out completely and exposing yourself to the other person. It's a kind of spiritual nakedness.

I always feel that life is difficult. I always look up at the moon, and the six pence at my feet has been picked up by others.

Feeling very uncomfortable.

Xia Youjie didn't say anything either. Maybe he felt the same way, so he just lay quietly on the floor.

I pulled the quilt up to cover my face which was red from embarrassment, and said, "It's getting late, let's go to bed."

"Oh." He responded without any embarrassment: "Good night."

"Good night." I quickly closed my eyes.

Maybe it was because my head was covered with the quilt and I had difficulty breathing.

At night, I had a suffocating dream.

In a dark room where the location could not be seen, Geto Suguru was lying in the middle of a coffin wearing five robes.

A beam of light coming from somewhere was shining on his body.

The place where the right arm should be is empty, and corpse spots have slowly crawled onto the pale and handsome face. Soon, this body will slowly rot until only an empty skeleton is left.

A sharp, snow-white scalpel was placed across his forehead.

The man stood in front of the coffin and said in a gentle voice, "I'm sorry to open your head."

As he moved, he explained in detail: "Your death was not originally in my plan, but Gojo Satoru gave me a rare surprise."

At this point, he paused and said, "I didn't expect he would really kill you."

"If it weren't for the spell on you, I would never have risked so much to come here."

He stood up straight, his facial features could not be seen clearly, only a faint smile appeared at the corner of his mouth: "But I promise, Xia Yujie, your name will become a symbol remembered by history."

After saying that, the upper half of his body fell down.

I don’t know how long it will take, maybe just a moment, maybe a long time.

Xia Youjie's body sat up from the coffin. He was wearing five monk's robes, and his arms had grown back.

The corpse spots on his face had faded, but there was a difficult-to-ignore suture line on his forehead.

He was still not used to this body and twisted his neck stiffly, causing a creaking sound as the bones rubbed against each other.

"Geto Suguru" then stared straight ahead, as if he had penetrated time and space and was looking towards where I was.

He said meaningfully: "Found you."

.......

......

“!!!!!! Aaaaaaaaaaaa!”

I opened my eyes suddenly, and everything in front of me was dark. Something was pressing heavily on my head - it was the quilt.

A tiny ray of light seeps in through the cracks.

I lifted the quilt and it was already bright outside.

The beds at his feet were neatly folded and put together, but there was no sign of Geto Suguru.

I was in a trance.

Is this a dream? Or is this reality? Is Geto Xiayou still alive? Did I really save him?

Or was this all a dream and I have returned to the third dimension?

After putting on my slippers, I looked around and no one was there.

What about the bathroom?

I rushed to the bathroom and flung the door open.

Geto Xiayou was wearing casual clothes, a black long-sleeved shirt, and loose khaki pants. His long hair had not yet been combed and tied up, and it hung loosely in front of his chest. A black metal choker was stuck on his neck, rising and falling slightly in rhythm with his steady breathing.

He had finished brushing his teeth and was wiping his face with a towel in his hand.

"Good morning..." When he saw it was me, he smiled and greeted me naturally, but before he could finish his words, I interrupted him.

I ran over, grabbed his face, and looked at his forehead carefully again and again. It was full and smooth, and it was obviously a very good head. The most important thing was that there were no sutures.

"What...is wrong with you?" Xia Youjie had difficulty speaking as I pinched his cheeks. He looked at me with a puzzled look.

I let go of her hand and leaned against the wall with lingering fear. "Nothing."

Feeling a little dizzy.

"You can tell what's going on by looking at it, right?" He threw the towel into the sink, twisted it and hung it on the wall: "You have nothing to do but run into the bathroom and pull my face. Are you kidding?"

"What if I'm in the bathroom?"

"No." I waved my hand: "After all, you are a special class. I believe you can pull up your pants in a critical moment."

"Can't you just stop barging into the bathroom?" After washing up, he crossed his hands over his chest and said, "Girls are not allowed to enter when boys are here."

"Okay, okay," I said listlessly, "I was wrong. I'm sorry. I won't do it again."

"What's wrong with you?" He was stunned.

"I was dreaming." I said expressionlessly, "I dreamed that your body was stolen."

Well, I can’t say any more. If I say anything more I’ll be banned.

The bathroom space is actually not very big, just enough for one person to stand.

But the two of them, especially Geto Suguru who has such an oppressive build, seem particularly cramped when standing next to each other.

I pushed his arm out: "Have you finished washing? Get out right away. Boys are not allowed to enter when girls are here."

"Bang." I closed the door and Xia Youjie was kicked out by me without any reason.

"The one on the left is your towel, don't get it mixed up." Xia Yujie at the door was still complaining, "I don't know why you bought two identical towels."

“Go ask Gojo Satoru about this!” I shouted from inside, “He picked it!”

At that time, I was in the supermarket and was still struggling to decide which brand of conditioner to choose. Gojo Satoru quickly threw several daily necessities at me and assured me that these were all good things that he strongly recommended.

There are two toothbrushes on the sink. To distinguish them, the white one is mine and the black one is Geto Suguru's.

I picked up the toothpaste box, twisted out a line of toothpaste on the toothbrush, and started brushing my teeth.

There was a half-person-high mirror hanging on the wall, facing me.

As I was brushing my teeth, tears began to fall unconsciously from my eyes.

Drop after drop, drop after drop.

Damn, what is this?

I cursed in my mind.

Why did I travel to this place?

Why should I have to face those temptations and intrigues?

Why do I have to see that haunting old Bidden when I go to sleep?

I’m so fed up, so fed up, so fed up.

"Wow!!!"

The water flowed down the pipe and into the sewer.

I sniffed, picked up the towel, wrung it out, dipped it in cold water, and pressed it on my eye sockets.

Ah! I think I got the wrong one. This one belongs to Takeshi Xiayou.

Never mind. If he has any objection, just come and beat me up.

After applying it for a while and taking it off, the person in the mirror had regained his composure.

“It’s okay,” I said to myself. “It’s just a dream.”

I closed my eyes tightly: "It doesn't mean I will be killed for sure."

If Geto Suguru hadn't died, Gojo Satoru wouldn't have been sealed, and it would have been even less likely that Nanami and the others would have died.

When these things are over, I will definitely return to my own world.

No matter how big the setback is, it will not knock me down. Aren’t adults just that stubborn and strong?

.............

"Ding-ling-ling-ling..." The cell phone given to me by Gojo Satoru rang.

The caller is Nanami.

His calm voice came from the other end of the phone -

"Hello. Is this Miss Geto? Gojo Satoru and I are both at the entrance of the high school. Please both of you come out."