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

I seem to have forgotten something.

This is what I thought as I sat in my chair at the Halloween event.

The clothes, hair, shoes, and makeup all seem to be quite authentic, right?

What exactly did you forget?

"Lily... Lily, Suzuki Lily!" My friend stood on my left and bent down.

She was wearing a warm brown windbreaker, with bandages wrapped around her hands and head. She asked with a hint of concern, "What are you daydreaming about?"

"what?"

"What?" She looked me up and down. "You've been sitting here without saying a word since just now."

"Did you sprain your ankle while walking, or are you feeling unwell somewhere?"

Hmm, my head seems to hurt a little. Is it because of the wind?

I rubbed my temple with my hand, my wide sleeves covering most of my face, "I always feel like I forgot something."

"Forgot something..." She paused for a moment, then looked at me stiffly: "Did you forget your camera?"

I rummaged through my sleeves: “…”

"Oh my god, it seems I really forgot to bring my camera..."

“Ahhhhh… Why did we come here without a camera? Are we here to act as an atmosphere group? Suzuki Yuri, I want to fight you to the death. Come on, come on, if I don’t smash your head, I’ll spin 365 degrees in the air, stand upside down and have diarrhea…”

"!!!! Don't forget that you're cosplaying as Dazai Osamu, you're going to be OOC, Shuji-chan!!"

Her hand paused, and then she launched a more fierce attack on me: "Yes, I am OOC, I should cosplay Kunikida and beat you to death, you bastard!!!"

In short, he was beaten up badly.

After a lot of chaos, we finally succeeded in borrowing a camera from someone.

During this time, she kept giving me cold looks.

I was in the wrong so I didn't dare to say a word and in the end I even offered a dessert as tribute.

Allow sadness.

*

A lot of strange things have been happening around me recently.

First of all, after Halloween, my annual leave is two days shorter, and I have to devote myself to the hard work and overtime life.

The weather hasn't turned cold yet, but as someone who loves health preservation, I have been sensible enough to pick up the thermos to soak wolfberry and cassia seeds to drink.

"Lily, do you feel that your complexion has improved a lot recently?" A colleague suddenly asked me this one day.

"Huh?" I looked at her puzzledly.

"Yes, yes." She seemed to be encouraged by something and said excitedly, "When you came to work before, it was as if all the yang energy was sucked out of you. You were full of resentment and I didn't dare to talk to you."

Isn't it normal for workers to go to work with resentment? I looked around at my colleagues and saw that everyone had the expression "I want to kill my boss" on their faces.

"Isn't that the case with everyone?"

"No." She waved her hand: "Everyone is just resentful at work, you are the same dead look 24 hours a day."

I:.......

That doesn't sound like a compliment.

"Tell me honestly, have you met any man recently?" She nudged my shoulder gossipingly: "Fall in love, right?"

Apart from my colleagues at work (I'd rather be killed than fall in love with them), there are very few male mosquitoes around me, and all the female mosquitoes bite me. Who can I fall in love with?

And who says that a good complexion means meeting a man? Can't it be that my health plan is effective?

"No." I shook my head and was about to explain when I gently squeezed the thermos cup and it suddenly broke in my hand.

My colleague was about to say something, but now he was completely frozen.

I froze too.

transfixed.

"Uh, hehe, I suddenly remembered that I have something to do. I'll go...I'll go to the bathroom first. We'll talk another day. Hahahaha. Goodbye, Lily-chan..."

This is one of the strange things I mentioned. I don’t know why, but my strength suddenly became incredible.

The night before yesterday, the water pipe at home broke. I took a wrench to replace the pipe, but the moment I applied force, the wrench broke...broke...

I still can't figure it out.

Is this something humans can do?

Could it be that I have awakened some talent of a strong woman?

Actually, this talent is not without its benefits. At least I don't have to worry about being followed when I walk at night after working overtime. (Although it sounds a bit sad to use the awakened talent here in a way.)

*

Another strange thing was that when I got off work today, a colleague who I had hardly any contact with confessed his love to me.

This isn't just weird, it's nightmare-like.

"We haven't met much at all, have we?" I asked him in disbelief.

"Yes!" The man opposite looked very sincere: "But today, the moment you crushed the thermos cup, it suddenly hit my heart! My heartbeat accelerated, my face became hot, my hands and feet became weak, and my whole body became very abnormal. I believe that this must be love at first sight!"

Your heart is beating faster, your face is hot, your hands and feet are weak...Are you sure you're not scared because you saw my violent side?

"Please accept my proof of love! Lily!" He suddenly bowed and handed me the lily in his hand.

All eyes were focused on me from all directions. I was sure that from tomorrow on, the entire company would be filled with gossip and rumors about a reserved man in love with a violent woman.

You are indeed a bit suspicious because you were moved by seeing me crush the thermos. Besides, I don’t have any hobbies in this area.

"I'm sorry." I pushed his flowers away. "I'm really sorry, I don't like you at all, please give up on this."

He looked frustrated: "Is there no room for struggle?"

I shook my head happily: "You are totally not my type."

"Then...can I know your type? I can work hard towards that!"

As for the type I like...I don’t actually have a specific preference.

If I have to say, I only prefer people who are older than me, but this is determined by my age. If I get older, I might like people who are younger than me! (See, another person who has been single since birth is daydreaming, even though he has never been in a relationship)

"I'm sorry." I said decisively, "There's really no chance of that happening to you. I will never like you in this life, the next life, or the life after that."

Ah, it seems the blow was a bit too great, all his alopecia have fallen out.

But this is also for the other person's good. If you continue to like him/her, it will definitely cause greater harm.

"It doesn't matter." He immediately cheered up: "I won't give up so easily!"

I:"……"

Please just give up.

Just like that, under all kinds of strange looks from my colleagues, I ended a messy day.