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

Ieiri Glass is repairing the damaged wall.

The Zen temple teacher seemed to be held back by someone and had not returned for a long time.

She simply took the wallpaper and started pasting it on the other wall.

Suddenly, I felt a restless movement.

Looking back, it was indeed Gojo Satoru and Geto Suguru.

The two of them were squeezed in the narrow stairwell, with their ears tilted, not knowing what they were doing.

"What are you two doing?"

"Shh..." Gojo Satoru made a gesture to keep quiet and pointed to the door.

The family members stopped what they were doing, and there was a faint sound of conversation coming from the door, but it was not clear.

Gojo Satoru and Geto Suguru quickly jumped onto another wall next to the door.

This place is closest to where they are talking, and I can hear it most clearly.

She couldn't help but complain, "I say, it doesn't seem right for you to eavesdrop on other people's affairs like this, right?"

"Aren't you curious about the mysterious boyfriend she mentioned?"

The people outside happened to be talking about Zen Temple’s boyfriend.

Ieiri Glass: “….”

She was actually a little curious.

"Yeah." Xia Youjie also said: "Before this, I never heard that she had a boyfriend."

The conversation outside the door continued.

After hearing these two sentences, Gojo Satoru couldn't hold back any longer: "What boyfriend? He said he's more handsome than me. Is that possible?"

"Satoru... I told you, didn't I? Don't be too narcissistic." Xia Yujie glanced at him and said, "Boys who are too narcissistic don't have any luck with women, okay?"

Gojo Satoru puffed up his lips and said, "You want me to say it?"

They continued to listen.

"Hiss..." He said with a sour tone, "Where did this mental hospital patient come from? He sounds crazy and doesn't seem like a normal person."

"You don't look like normal people." After saying this, Ieiri Naoko withdrew her attention and continued working on the wall.

"Glass, why aren't you listening?" Gojo Satoru asked, "They're still chatting, right?"

Seeing that she ignored him, he asked Xia Youjie: "Jie, do you think her mysterious boyfriend is really more handsome than us?"

"Satoru, isn't your focus a bit strange?" Xia Youjie said, "Where does this inexplicable desire to compare come from?"

"Because I know myself very well." Gojo Satoru said with his big innocent eyes, "How can you meet a handsome guy like me so easily? I suspect there is something wrong with her eyes."

"How can you say that about him?" Xia Youjie retorted, "Didn't she say that herself? Beauty is in the eyes of the beholder. Even if the other person is ugly, in the eyes of Miss Zenyuan, he will be a handsome man who is a hundred times more handsome than you, right?"

Gojo Satoru: “…”

"You didn't let her go either." He said coldly.

The family member Glass tore off the back of the wallpaper, slowly pasted it up, and looked at the two fools in silence.

The two smart guys are still coming up with ideas.

"What do you say? We follow her secretly and then see what that person looks like? If she is really more handsome than us... that's impossible. If she is uglier than us, we can just laugh at her." Gojo Satoru pondered.

"Are you a stalker?" Xia Youjie said, "Your behavior is too suspicious! If she finds out, she will give you a good beating."

"It's okay." Gojo Satoru waved his hand nonchalantly, "I'll use my six eyes, so I won't be discovered."

"Does your family know that you always use your six eyes for these messy things?"

"Just tell me you're not curious, right?"

Xia Youjie: “………”

"That's enough." The family member Nitro interrupted their conversation: "Are you two really stupid or just pretending to be stupid?"

"What do you mean?"

“There is no such person at all.”

She pointed out bluntly: "Anyone with normal intelligence can tell that Zenin-sensei doesn't have a boyfriend, right? This is just something she made up to please him."

"...Huh? Is that so?" Gojo Satoru stroked his chin and thought carefully, then suddenly clenched his fist and said, "Yes, it makes sense to think this way!"

Xia Youjie also analyzed: "There are no photos, no one has seen him, his home is far away, his occupation is very vague, and he doesn't even have a name. It must be fake, right?"

"Jay, what are you talking about?" Gojo Satoru looked at him in confusion: "I mean, there are people in the world who are more handsome than me. That's definitely a lie, right?"

After saying a lot and analyzing a lot, Xia Yujie: "......"

So you're obsessed with appearance, right?

How much do you value your face?

"That's not necessarily true." Glass said dimly, "In my opinion, Mr. Fushiguro, Nanami, Huihara, and Jie are all more handsome than you."

"Huh?" Gojo Satoru immediately jumped up and said, "Noseko, her eyes don't work well. Are your eyes broken too?"

"You have a good eye." Fushiguro Shigeu suddenly appeared on the stairs and praised, "You know I'm prettier than him."

Ieiri Naoko wordlessly withdrew her eyes.

"You two." He turned to Gojo Satoru and Geto Suguru and said expressionlessly, "After eating my meal, you come here to slack off?"

"It's already a great honor for you to come." Gojo Satoru said lazily, "I didn't even plan to come."

Seeing that the two were about to have another verbal fight, Xia Youjie moved his ears and heard the sound at the door disappear. He quickly pulled Gojo Satoru and said, "Satoru, she is about to come in. Let's go up quickly."

*

I was severely humiliated.

Fushiguro Shijiro was laughing at me. At this moment, I knew it very clearly.

I carried the bag into the house, threw it on the table, and asked Fushiguro Shier, "Hey, is this thing yours?"

He glanced down.

The bag was wrapped tightly, layer upon layer. If you didn't open it, you couldn't see what was inside.

"What is this?" he asked.

"It fell out from the interlayer of the cabinet that was moved out to dry." I said, "I opened it and took a look. It was a set of kitchen utensils that were well preserved."

It can be seen that each one is made very delicately, with intricate patterns engraved on the blade and the handle, which can be called a work of art.

I stared at him suspiciously, "Do you have a hobby of being Hannibal?"

If there really is one, then I will have to run away overnight with Hui and Tsu Miki.

He opened the plastic bag without saying a word, picked up one of the knives, gently stroked the pattern on it, and stared at the blade for a while.

"This is what Hui's mother left behind." He said calmly, "I made each one of them myself."

"Then why is it in the closet?"

Given how much he cared about his wife, shouldn't this relic be well preserved?

How could it be casually placed in an inconspicuous mezzanine of a cabinet?

"...I don't know." Shen Er said, "After she died, my memory became very vague for a while."

I see. Refusing to see anything that brought back memories was probably the beginning of his downfall.

I sighed and said, "Since it is such a precious thing, you should keep it and take good care of it."

How come this person treats the people and things he cherishes with the same attitude?

Hiding in an unknown corner, not being hurt by others, but not even taking a look at it yourself.

“Oh, right.” I said, “And Hui.”

"The kindergarten is dismissed early today, so remember to pick him up early later."

He picked up the bag and paused as he walked up the stairs.

"Got it," he said.