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

The next day, the pain of the hangover hit me.

I really can't understand why the body of a top-grade sorcerer can't resist the influence of alcohol, but considering Gojo Satoru's physique that falls down after just one drink, it's not that surprising.

"Awake?" Xia Yujie was sitting at the head of my bed. There was a bowl of hot brown medicine on the table. I didn't know what was in it, but it smelled strange.

"Hmm..." I groaned through my nose: "Wake up."

“Drink the hangover soup when you wake up.” He said, “I cooked it in the small kitchen in Wu’s room this morning.”

Ever since the two of them had a fight and damaged both rooms, Principal Ye Moth could no longer tolerate it, so he simply pulled a bunk bed and put it next to them, and announced that whoever damaged it again would be kicked out of the school and sleep on the street.

So now they all sleep peacefully next door, while I have a soft and comfortable two-meter bed all to myself.

But, Xia Yu, aren’t you too thoughtful?

I took the hangover soup, took a sip, and immediately choked and coughed several times: "Cough cough cough cough..."

"It smells so strong! What did you put in it?"

I swear, this is the worst hangover soup I have ever had in my life.

Xia Yujie was stunned. "This is a recipe I found online that is said to be the best for sobering up. It contains ginger, brown sugar, peanuts..."

I doubt if he was searching for hangover soup, because that's what I drink when I have menstrual cramps...

"No, no, there must be something else in it." I frowned and said, "It seems to have green onions, white vinegar, and even the smell of meat! Anyway, it tastes so weird!"

Sweet, salty, sour and spicy all mixed together, an indescribable taste rushed directly down my throat to the top of my head.

"No, no, no, I can't drink it anymore." I put the bowl aside: "Sorry, Jay, it's too hard to drink!"

Geto Summer Oil: “…”

At this moment, two paper cranes, one black and one white, suddenly flew in from outside the window, flapping their wings, with letters made of red gold foil tied around their necks.

Xia Youjie reached out to take it, opened the letter, and a smile appeared on his face.

"It's Mimiko and Nanako." He spread out the letter, revealing the beautiful handwriting inside: "Look, they are wishing us a happy new year."

I moved a little closer and saw the girls' blessings on it: We sincerely congratulate Mr. Getsu on entering the new year safely, and hope that everything goes well and all his wishes come true.

Then there was a photo they attached, with Mimiko and Nanako standing in the center front, and the members of the Pansei Cult a little further behind them.

The ones who left a deep impression on me were only Miguel and Manami Suda. Everyone faced the camera with bright smiles.

It seems that during the years since he defected from the technical high school and joined the Panxing Sect, Xia Youjie has been getting along with these people sincerely. He has given his heart and received sincerity in return, right?

However, it is said that many people joined the Pansei Sect because of Geto Suguru's face?

At least that's the case with Manami Suda.

I stared at his face, up and down, from his thick black eyebrows to his high nose bridge, to his slightly upturned lips.

I felt a little uncomfortable when I saw him, so I turned my face away and asked me, "Why are you looking at me like that?"

"Nothing." I sighed, "I just think your face is really harmful to others."

The title of Gu King is indeed well-deserved!

"What?" He deliberately moved closer, his narrow eyes flashing with temptation: "Are you moved?"

I shook my head: "No, my hands are itchy."

I really want to pinch it.

Look at his face, he is already 28 years old, but his skin is still so good. I really want to know what skin care products he uses.

Although he looks salty and a bit mature, there will be people who believe that he and Gojo Satoru ran out and pretended to be high school students.

"Mimiko and Nanako..." I haven't seen these two little girls for a long time. Geto Suguru has been locked up here for so many days, and they are wanted. They can't come to visit him, so they must be feeling very tormented.

It is estimated that since they were adopted by Geto Suguru, they have never been separated from him for such a long time.

"Do you want to go see them?" I asked him.

"No." Xia Youjie suppressed his smile: "It would be bad for them if I went to see them now."

A curse master under surveillance, a prisoner in the technical high school, a criminal guarded by Gojo Satoru, even if Geto Suguru could guarantee that he would not be followed, he did not want to joke with the safety of his daughters.

What's more, there is still the restraint of Gojo Satoru.

The best option now is to let them follow Miguel.

It is already a pleasant surprise to receive a New Year's blessing.

When I asked him why he didn't contact me via cell phone, Xia Yujie said, "What if the cell phone is monitored? Those old orange guys are very cunning."

But don't the arrogant old families disdain tools like mobile phones? When did they develop such an avant-garde idea as monitoring mobile phones?

"Ah! Jie, you're awake!" Gojo Satoru suddenly appeared from my door. "Have you drunk it yet? How does the hangover soup I prepared taste?"

"Did you prepare this?" Xia Yujie frowned and looked at the bowl of soup.

"Yes." Gojo Satoru pulled a chair over and sat in front of my bed, pointing at the white porcelain bowl on the table and saying, "I put green onions and white vinegar in it..."

"Is there any pork left?" I looked at him expressionlessly.

"That's right!" he said happily, "It's said to be very effective!"

Oh ha ha ha ha, awesome, your head is awesome.

I took a deep breath and said, "Gojo Satoru, Xia Yujie, when you two are stewing, don't you both check to see if you are using the same pot?"

"Eh...um..." Gojo Satoru and Geto Suguru looked at each other.

I lifted the quilt, put on my slippers, and walked up to them.

"Come on, come on, drink all the stuff you made!"

.......

Gojo Satoru and I each have our own explanation as to why the number "three" on my hand inexplicably turned into "two".

At first, I thought it really represented the number of days, because the number changed once a day passed from the time of discovery.

Gojo Satoru almost organized everyone to hold a farewell party for me, but was stopped by Geto Suguru.

Fortunately, he stopped him.

What if I really finish sending them off, and I hug my children and cry at the farewell party, and then after crying I realize that I don’t have to go, then will I still be alive?

If such an embarrassing scene really happens, it would be safer to die.

Two days passed and the numbers above remained unchanged.

So they came up with another theory.

"Maybe it means one year? It's a larger time scale." Gojo Satoru guessed: "You see, this makes sense. Jie can still stay here for two years, and then leave in 2020."

The corners of my mouth twitched: "That's not right!"

"It was after midnight that the words on my wrist started to change. It didn't change at the exact moment of midnight."

“Maybe this thing isn’t accurate enough.” Gojo Satoru puffed up his lips, spit out a bubble of chewing gum, and popped it. “Who can say for sure about parallel worlds?”

"Anyway," I said, "my sixth sense tells me that time has nothing to do with it.

If we really wait until 2020, the opportunity will be gone, and maybe it will be my turn to play Sukuna.

But the real person has been sent, and Geto is still alive.

Ryoumen Sukuna, you'd better just stay in the field and sleep quietly. I have another good chef who can cook.