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

After paying the bill with Shen'er's money without any guilt, I took Kei and Tsu Miki to a large supermarket nearby.

Meowgumi and Tsumeiki were both standing next to the shopping cart.

Megumi Fushiguro had a tense face and her eyes wandered over the dishes around her. From time to time, she picked one up to examine it, carefully selecting the vegetables.

You know what, this little adult has quite the manners.

but……

I compared their heights. Tsumiki was just a little bit taller than the shelf, let alone Hui. She had to stand on tiptoe to reach it.

After thinking about it, I simply picked them both up and put them in the shopping cart, one on the left and one on the right.

This shopping cart has a lot of space and seats, which is just enough to accommodate two young children.

Thanks to Tian and Tyrant's abnormal strength, picking them up was a piece of cake.

"Just sit here and choose," I said.

I weighed it and it felt like it was much lighter than that of an average child.

Well, let’s make more delicious food and feed them to fatten them up.

"Wait." Fushiguro Megumi observed the friendly jokes and teasing looks around her, and said in a panic: "Isn't this a bad idea?"

What's wrong?

Aren’t all the kids around here sitting in shopping carts?

"Okay, okay, let's go shopping~" I pushed them and said, "Emi and Tsu Miki must choose the types they like. If you don't pay attention and get dishes you don't like, you'll have to bite the bullet and eat them tomorrow."

"Me and Hui are not picky eaters." Tsu Miki said seriously, "We are both easy to feed."

Isn't that too sensible?

"It's not okay to not be picky about food. Children have to learn to say no to foods they don't like."

I walked around with a smile, but only when I looked behind them would I sigh slightly.

These two sensible children, Fushiguro Shijiro, what have you been doing all these years...

……

I bought a lot of ingredients and brought them home, but I only spent less than one-fifth of the money in my wallet.

Lucky! Thanks for the good prices this year and thanks for the gift.

*

Thinking about the seven years I had added to my age, I went to the mirror as soon as I got back to Shen'er's house.

The woman in the mirror had long hair with bangs hanging down and scattered on her forehead. Her eyes were dark green with elongated tails, and there was a hint of provocation in her eyes.

There is a scar carved at the corner of his mouth, and even when he is expressionless, it seems to be slightly upturned, with an unruly and rebellious look that is difficult to conceal.

I deserve a beating!

I pinched my face and found that my skin was still as smooth as before. I really don't look like I'm 32 years old... I feel more like I'm about 25 years old.

"Aunt Shinji." Fushiguro Megumi asked behind me: "When...will he wake up?"

I turned around and saw two children kneeling in front of Fuguro Shigeru, both tilting their heads to observe his face.

Hui tentatively reached out and pinched Shin'er's nose, and he opened his mouth and continued to breathe.

Hui stretched out her other hand to block his mouth, but her hand was too small to block it completely, and even then he still didn't wake up.

"It's very inconvenient for him to lie on the ground like this." Hui retracted his hand, rubbed it on his pants twice, and said with a little trouble: "What if he trips when I walk?"

I:……

good question.

Lying down like this is not an option.

Fortunately, there was a sofa in the house, so I simply picked him up and threw him on the sofa.

There was a dull sound.

"Emi, Tsu Miki." I sat up straight, grabbed his collar and held him up like a puppet, pointed at his face and said sternly: "I have a very serious question to ask you."

Fushiguro Megumi's eyebrows jumped, and he looked at Tsu Miki. The two of them held hands and looked at me: "Go ahead."

"Look at me, then look at your dad. Who do you think is older?"

I have compared Fushiguro Shigeki's face and mine, and no matter how I look at it, I am younger than him!

How can I repair it? I am only 25, not 32! (Refusing to face reality)

"Uh..." Fushiguro Megumi was confused. He asked in disbelief, "Is that what you want to ask?"

What else can I ask?

"Yeah." I looked at him expectantly: "Don't I look much younger than him?"

"Maybe..." He turned his face away and said in an unnatural tone: "Age doesn't matter. In my eyes, there is no difference between 20, 30, and 40 years old..."

What a mature statement! It totally puts me, an adult who cares so much about my age, behind the scenes!

No wonder he was adopted by Gojo Satoru. One doesn’t care about age, and the other doesn’t care about age either.

It’s just that Hui is mature and treats everyone equally, while Gojo Satoru is childish and treats everyone equally…

It was Tsu Miki who sat in front of me and gave serious feedback: "Aunt Shinji does look much younger than Uncle Shinji. At first we couldn't believe that you were Uncle Shinji's sister."

Tsu Miki would not lie, and what she gave was probably her true feelings.

"That's good, that's good." I covered my chest and breathed a long sigh of relief.

"Why do you care so much about this?" asked Megumi Fushiguro.

“Oh.” I waved my hands: “You don’t understand. I can grow old, but I can’t grow old for no apparent reason. That would be a loss.”

"I really don't understand." Megumi Fushiguro's face was full of expressions like "The adult world is so strange" and "The adult world is so complicated."

At this moment, Shen'er, whose hand I had let go of, finally couldn't resist the pull of gravity and hit the armrest of the sofa heavily at an angle, making a crisp and loud "bang" sound.

I:……

Megumi Fushiguro:......

Tsumeki...

Today has been a very difficult day for me. First I was hunted by Gojo Satoru, then I was tricked by Ugly Treasure several times, and now I have been defeated by gravity. (I will never admit that half of this is my fault)

This must be the retribution for stabbing Gojo Satoru in the head with a knife.

Please allow me to be sad.

"Ah!" Tsu Miki cried out in worry, "Is Uncle Shinji okay?"

Maybe it should be okay?

How can a man who has been cursed to have a physical body be so fragile? You can tell from my gradually recovering strength that he is in very good condition now.

But why didn't he wake up?

"Has he become a vegetable?" Fushiguro Megumi pointed at Fushiguro Shinobu's head and expressed her guess: "I've seen vegetative people in TV dramas like him. No matter how hard you hit them, they won't wake up."

Turned into a vegetable... Impossible? Gojo Satoru hit his stomach, not his head.

Could it be that when I let Chou Bao carry him, his head was facing downwards and the blood flowed to his head? Or was it because of the bump on the back of his head before? It couldn't be that I just let go of him, right?

“Ahahahaha, that shouldn’t be the case, that shouldn’t be the case.” I responded with a wry smile, “Maybe he hasn’t slept for too long, so he can’t wake up now.”

A little... a little guilty.