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

I fretted about it briefly, but quickly put it all behind me.

After all, I am a person with a big heart, and only a big heart can accommodate the world.

At this time, Glass appeared. She was wearing a white coat, with a small teardrop mole hanging at the corner of her eye. The dark circles under her eyes were bright and could not be covered.

I hate it when a lively and beautiful girl turns into a cold, sick and world-weary beauty after work.

I was so happy when I was in school, but after entering the society and getting beaten up, I became a dark and twisted office animal.

After all, we are in the same boat.

"Do you need treatment for the wound on your hand?" she asked, raising her chin.

"What? Will you restore my arm?" Xia Yujie looked at his empty right arm and smiled helplessly.

"That won't happen." She sat down, crossed her legs, and the scalpel on her fingertips slid deftly: "For a scum like you, I would like to cut off my left hand as well."

"That's not necessary." He said, "I'm a sorcerer after all. This injury won't kill me."

Brother, you are not a sorcerer but a curser. This amount of injury will definitely not let you die, but don’t you find that your two peers are concerned about you in an awkward way?

You are really just enemies. Why is Naoko just standing there with her arms raised in front of you? Why is Gojo Satoru just watching the show and tacitly allowing you two to talk?

"Yes. Let's take care of the wound on his arm." I went up and grabbed his five robes and dragged him towards the infirmary: "Alright, alright, stop showing off."

"Jie..." He just opened his mouth and I retorted: "Shut up. You don't bandage the injured. Do you want me to work hard to complete the mission and pay off the debt alone? I warn you, after you pay back the 10 billion, you must pay me the next 10 billion."

Glass followed us and suddenly turned to ask Gojo Satoru: "Are you coming?"

Gojo Satoru raised the corner of his mouth and smiled: "Yeah, here it comes."

On the morning of December 2017, 12, in the medical room of Jujutsu High School.

Xia Youjie was forced to take off his robes, revealing bloody wounds that were so deep that the bones could be seen.

Nitro didn't hesitate at all. He picked up a bottle of alcohol and poured it down.

Although he didn't say a word, the slightly bulging cheeks proved that he was not completely insensitive.

Hiss...it hurts just looking at it.

I turned my head away with a little reluctance, then remembered that Xia Youjie should be the kind of person who would remain calm even when facing a wound, so I forced myself to turn my head back.

"Jie-chan." Gojo Satoru suddenly said to me, "Come out for a moment. I have something to tell you."

What he called me now was exactly what I wanted. I nodded quickly and followed him to the door.

"Because of the Night Parade of One Hundred Demons, a lot of infrastructure was destroyed." He paused and said, "Many surveillance cameras were destroyed, but one of them captured you."

He took out his cell phone and handed it to me. The picture inside showed me appearing out of nowhere on the streets of Shinjuku, wearing a five-piece robe and looking confused.

"Yes." I said excitedly, "I just fell here suddenly. Is there any way to send me back?"

"I haven't found a solution yet." He shook his head. "Your world..."

"What kind of place is it?"

What kind of world is this? What kind of world can this be that I made up? I don’t live there myself, so how can I possibly understand it?

But I can't not say it.

I straightened my slightly stiff body and said delicately, "It's a world that's neither too good nor too bad."

"I will meet many pedantic bad people, but I will also meet many kind-hearted people. When I get tired of dealing with them, I will run away and not let them stay in my world."

"Ahh." He put his hands on the railing. "So you're the type who runs away? You're not quite like that guy."

"He is probably the kind of person who forced himself to face it and ended up with bruises all over his body." Thinking of that long summer in the anime, the boy who once had the world in his heart was forced by endless malice to the point where he could hardly stand on his own feet, and he resolutely embarked on a path of no return.

"I once had the same thought as him."

But later I realized that I was just an ordinary person. There was no need to have such high demands on myself. It was good enough to be alive.

Oh, I also felt very sad for Geto Suguru. When he died, I specially lit a cyber electronic incense for him.

After a while, Geto Suguru and Nishiko came out of the infirmary.

She took out another cigarette from her pocket, lit it and smoked it casually: "It's no big deal, this guy is as strong as a bull."

Of course, this is the gorillas returning to fight, any one of them can be very powerful.

"Okay, forget it if there's nothing else. I'm very busy."

So the three of us were driven away in disgrace.

Geto Suguru and Gojo Gohei walked on both sides of me. From a distance, we looked like a concave Chinese character structure.

Damn it, I’m already wearing 14cm high heels, why can’t I be as tall as him?

As I was walking, I suddenly saw a group of four first graders standing on the playground.

The panda was the first to say hello.

Goujuan still spoke in rice ball language, and he said "Mentaiko", but I'm not quite sure what it means.

Maki crossed her arms, still showing resistance.

As for Otsutsuki, he himself didn't look very aggressive, but Rika behind him was about to jump out of control.

"Hey, you idiot, what are you going to do by bringing them here?"

"Ah." Gojo Satoru suddenly patted me and Geto Xiayou on the shoulders and said, "We need props for class, so they can act as props."

"Huh?" This is the surprised Maki.

"Dried bonito." This is Inumaki Saki still speaking the rice ball language that I can't understand.

"This is not a good idea." This is the hesitant Otsutsuki.

"It doesn't matter what happens to Panda." This is a very open-minded Panda with a determined look.

Maybe he really doesn't care.

"Okay, that's settled then." Gojo Satoru happily drew a wavy line, "Jie-chan, you can try to fight them."

"But I've never been a teacher." I looked embarrassed.

Of course, the real reason is not this. I have been a social animal with sub-health for many years and have never had a fight. Now let me fight against the Sky and Tyrant Reserve, especially since she still has a grudge against the face of "Geto Suguru", the ending will be miserable no matter how you look at it.

“It doesn’t matter.” Gojo Satoru said, “I didn’t learn how to teach people in the beginning anyway. I’ll learn it as I go along.”

Then you are such a good teacher.

The corners of my mouth twitched.

Hearing that the opponent was me, Maki's expression softened a lot. She even took the initiative to walk up to me and said politely, "Then please teach me."

He's a good and polite child.

This makes me even more miserable.