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

I felt that because of the comic book that Shen'er took out, the focus of the four people in the car except me had become increasingly distracted.

"Although this guy drew me ugly, Jie restored me one to one." Gojo Satoru said, "Look at this nurse's uniform, it suits him perfectly, hahahaha~"

The place where his claws were slapping was the scene where Noso was using Geto's body to fight Takahashi. In that scene, there were so many performances by Geto that anyone who saw it would exclaim, "What are you doing with that great face!"

Moreover, in the later part of the fight against Sukuna, the memes that have been frequently searched have piled up to the point where they could almost circle the earth.

I still can't forget the mental damage caused by the devilish expression and music when Hyōjinji started to kill the gambler.

"Satoru." Xia Youjie responded with a wry smile (don't ask me how I could tell the expression on a fox's face). He said, "At least I haven't worn these clothes in real life, but I already have no less than a hundred photos of you wearing maid clothes in my phone."

"If there's a little more, I think it would be enough to open a photo gallery."

What was a little unexpected but not completely unexpected was that at this moment of truth being revealed, which was comparable to that in "The Truman Show", their emotions were unprecedentedly stable.

I think that if it were me, I would find that these outrageous plots might happen to me one day in the near future, and even low blood pressure could rise to high blood pressure.

But while they were making fun of each other based on the plot and complaining about the irrationality of the story, they continued to flip through the book with great interest, as if they were just picking up a newly serialized boys' comic from a magazine and reading it.

"Why do I feel like you guys aren't surprised at all?" I couldn't help but ask them with such doubts in my mind. "You don't even seem to be very angry."

"Why aren't you angry?" Gojo Satoru smiled and stretched out his cat paws gracefully. He said to me, "It's simple, because I don't think I'm a character in a comic book."

"Lily." Xiayou Jie sighed and said to me, "Look at me, look at Wu, and then look at Fushiguro Shinobu and Zhosho. They are all living people sitting in front of you. Ask yourself, can you really regard us as characters in a two-dimensional world now?"

"..."

No, there is no way.

If this was our first meeting, I might still be able to convince myself, but now, after spending so much time together and going through so many things together, I can no longer regard them as artistic images on a scroll, constructed with cold paper and pen.

"...I think it's probably not possible." I finally answered him.

However, the moment the words fell, Gojo Satoru, Geto Suguru and Choso immediately returned to their original forms... and I found that no matter how much I imagined their animal images in my mind, I couldn't change them back.

. . . . . . .

As for why I added so many ellipsis...it's because, just now, when I found them all, I carried them all to the table.

But now, three strong and tall men were squeezed in the same place at the same time. The table, which had a maximum load-bearing capacity of only 100 kilograms, made a creaking sound, and finally shook twice under the heavy weight and collapsed into pieces.

Fortunately, they all reacted quickly and jumped down before the table was completely crushed. The sunken crack in the middle of the squeak witnessed the event of the man turning into a cat, dog and fox, and then the cat, dog and fox turning back into a man.

"Clap, clap, clap," Shen Er clapped his hands expressionlessly, "Congratulations, you have finally transformed from animals into humans."

"The compensation for the table should be divided equally among the three of you," he said. "I won't pay a penny anyway."

"Anyway." Xia Youjie brushed off some sawdust on his sleeves, sat back in his chair, still maintaining a gentle smile.

His hair fell softly on his shoulders. He tilted his head, pretending to listen, and asked me, "Lily, do you have anything to say about what just happened?"

"But, I feel like even if you didn't say it." Gojo Satoru's index finger stroked the cracks on the table and the wood chips that popped out in an instant, revealing a look of understanding, "It seems that we have guessed it almost right."

I:"……"

I thought about just being perfunctory and getting it over with, but after a ten-second long stare-at-eye conversation, I finally gave in.

"Okay." I sighed and said helplessly, "But you must promise in advance that after knowing this ability, you can't use me to do something I'm unwilling to do."

"For example?" Seeing Gojo Satoru's expression, which was still a little excited, he asked tentatively, "What do you mean by something you are unwilling to do?"

"Like putting me in jail again, you bastard." I glared at him and Geto. "And the tracking, imprisonment, and interrogation, I don't even know. If the police find out about your actions, you could be arrested and sentenced to a hundred years in prison."

"Then if you appear unwilling on the surface but actually agree in your heart, is that not possible?" Gojo Satoru did not agree immediately. Instead, he tilted his head and continued to ask, "And the other way around, if you appear to agree on the surface but are actually unwilling in your heart, does that also include that?"

"Oh, yes, there is a third situation, for example, if you..."

Gojo Satoru started quarreling again.

I think allowing this guy to speak freely is simply a punishment from God on the people around him!

"Okay, shut up." After enduring for a minute, he finally couldn't stand it anymore and interrupted Gojo Satoru. He took out the chat history with Shimizu Masato on his phone and placed it in the middle of the crowd, "This is the origin of my ability."

"A so-called treasure obtained from Wuzhuo Temple, called 'Dream Fulfillment'." I pursed my lips and explained, "Its operating mechanism is really complicated, and I haven't been able to fully understand it."

"It was through this that I was able to escape from the prison gate." Having said this, I paused and looked at myself, my mood roughly between "joy" and "speechless", and continued, "And what happened to you just now was also done by Yuanmeng."

"Onii-chan." I put my hands together, bowed to him, and said, "I'm really sorry. I really didn't mean to do that to you."

"It's okay, one touch is enough." Zhang Xiang heard what I said and replied excitedly, "As long as you need me, Onii-chan, I will turn into a dog as many times as you want!"

I:"……"

"Lily." Gojo Satoru pointed at himself in dissatisfaction, then poked Geto's shoulder and asked me, "What about me and Geto? Why didn't you say a word about turning us into pets? Why are you treating us differently?"

"Because you deserve it." I said confidently, "How can you compare with him?"

Zhangxiang was just an innocent person who was forced into the situation as he passed by, but as for Lu'an, neither of them was innocent when they were hit by punches.

"Wait a minute." Gojo Satoru seemed to have a flash of inspiration. He blurted out some English words that sounded a bit out of place. He raised his hand to adjust his non-existent glasses, revealing an expression of sudden enlightenment. "If the effect of dream fulfillment depends on your will, Lily, then when I was taking a shower just now..."

My eyelids twitched when I heard him mention the word "taking a bath". I stood up quickly and reached out to cover his mouth, but I was still a step too late.

I swear, the moment he finished speaking, the eyes of the other people all shot towards him like arrows.

The second half of Gojo Satoru's sentence was - "The towel wrapped around you will fall off, is that what you want to see deep down in your heart?"

And I closed my eyes in pain.