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

Thinking back to what my previous colleague said about me being in that dead state 24 hours a day, it seems like he was not wrong.

Basically, I go to work with a sullen face every day, leave work with a sullen face, and go home with a sullen face. Anyway, I look like someone who is not someone you would easily mess with.

No wonder I have been single since birth until I was 25. Even the people who confessed to me were all weird. Some had weird thinking patterns, or weird personalities and hobbies.

However, in real life, even as a humble office worker, I will not back down when faced with things that touch my bottom line.

Adhering to the spirit of "at the worst possible outcome, I would rather die than live", I have managed to hold on until now.

It has come to this, why should I still be afraid of them?

"The assistant supervisor has already informed you of the precautions, right?" I asked. "The cordon has already been set up, why did you let the child run in?"

"They have fulfilled their duties diligently and saved your child as soon as they arrived. Instead of being grateful, you dare to blame them for not coming in time? Even ungrateful people are not as ungrateful as you, right?"

"I've repeatedly stressed that it's very dangerous inside. Isn't it your responsibility as a parent to take care of your child? Where were you when he broke his leg? Are you qualified to be a parent?"

The man's face flushed red, and he cursed: "What qualifications do you have to scold me? You are just a humble teacher, and your salary is not as expensive as one of my clothes. How dare you..."

I interrupted him calmly, "I heard that the root cause of this curse is that your company over-exploited its employees, causing some people to jump off buildings and die out of hatred. I guess this so-called "rumor" has dealt you a big blow. You were already on the verge of bankruptcy, and now your stock price and market value are falling. You don't want to pay because of this, right?"

"How did a seven-year-old child get in there alone? It's also very suspicious. Did he really run in there by himself because he was naughty? I don't think so."

The ultimate secret of quarreling is to overwhelm the other party with momentum.

Two hours later, I was still arguing with the couple.

Or you could say it was my unilateral output.

The man was still scolding me with his neck stiff, but the woman had already lowered her head and remained silent.

He finally got angry and said, "Do you believe me? I will complain to your directorate?"

"Come on!" I raised my voice. I want to complain. In the last life, they made me so miserable that I had to sleep in the infirmary of Nitro for two days and two nights. I have been tolerating the directorate for a long time.

I can even wipe out half of the Zenyuan family. I don’t believe that I can’t overthrow a general manager’s department.

At worst, we will all die together. Those who are barefoot are not afraid of those who wear shoes.

"Complain if you want. Am I afraid of you?"

He was stunned.

"Do you think I would be so arrogant in front of you without any capital?"

"If you dare to complain, why don't you give it a try? Let's see whether your whole family will die faster or I will be punished faster."

He was totally frightened.

"You...you wouldn't dare..." He swallowed, revealing his cowardly nature.

Surely he had brought the child in deliberately so as to deny paying the commission, right?

If you think about it from a darker perspective, maybe he had even been given a huge amount of accident insurance.

There are actually such parents in the world. Well... there are all kinds of parents. It’s not surprising that there are such people.

I lazily propped my chin up and said, crushing a corner of the table in front of them, "Since you know that we are the organization that solves the curse, who gave you the courage to still shout here? I really don't understand."

"We are clearly in a cooperative relationship. Do you think you are superior just because you are the one paying the money?"

"According to your mentality, it's not long before another cursed spirit appears in your company. Aren't you afraid that no one will be willing to help you next time?"

"..."

"I've given you a way out, so hurry up and get out. Otherwise, you'll be left with nothing. I won't even bother to pay attention to you even if you kneel and kowtow."

"..."

*

Maybe it's not evening yet? I'm too lazy to check the time.

I received a call from Kong Shiyu.

"I didn't expect you to have connections in the news media and welfare agencies," I said.

"In my line of work, it's not uncommon to have connections." He said, "Hey, Chanyuan, he attacked the company, fired his job, and reported child abuse. How did this guy offend you?"

"He's provoked everywhere." I said, "It seems that he will never change his bad habits. Why keep him around?"

After hanging up the phone, I leaned back on a park bench next to a roadside tree and looked up at the sunlight filtering through the shady leaves.

The weather was very hot, and the cicadas were lying on the treetops, chirping tirelessly.

I closed my eyes.

After arguing with others for so long, I'm a little tired.

If I had known earlier, I should have called Shen'er over. When he heard that they didn't want to give money, I guess he would have blown up the whole house.

Something cool pressed against my cheek, like some kind of drink.

“Hey, you look so listless.” Gojo Satoru stood in front of me and looked at me with his head tilted.

This guy has such a baby face. His facial features, facial lines, and speaking voice are basically the same as the person ten years later.

If I have to say what the difference is, it’s probably that the 18-year-old Gojo Satoru is still expressive and some things can’t be hidden.

At the age of 28, it is already difficult for people to tell what Gojo Satoru is thinking.

Many times, what that guy says cannot be believed.

Many people think that Geto Suguru’s emotions are more delicate and restrained than Gojo Satoru’s, and he always keeps them in his heart and never expresses them out loud.

In fact, Gojo Satoru did the same thing, and even did it more covertly than Geto Suguru.

I took the drink and saw that he was alone, so I asked, "Where's Jay?"

"He went to find the assistant supervisor." Gojo Satoru said, pointing to the position on my left.

I moved to the side and continued to tilt my head back and close my eyes to rest.

After Gojo Satoru sat down, he didn't say anything else. There was no movement next to me, so I opened my eyes and looked to the side.

He was holding a colorful hemp rope and was doing the rope-catching motions in a childish manner.

An ordinary rope could be transformed into various patterns under his dexterous fingers.

"Wow, you're so old, and you're still playing with children's things."

"Hmph." He ignored me.

"Where did it come from?" I asked after taking a glance.

"The kid in the hospital next door gave it to me," he said.

"His parents scolded you like that, and you still had the mood to play cat's tuck with him."

"He's really pitiful." Gojo Satoru said, "He almost died, lying alone on the hospital bed."

But this is Gojo Satoru.

Although he is the strongest in the world of sorcery, he has to work overtime every day, and he can also be a teacher to train the next generation of students without any complaints.

After being backstabbed so many times by the Jujutsu World, he still endured it and dealt with them for the sake of his students. (But in the end, he still killed them all)

He was stabbed multiple times from head to stomach by Fushiguro Jōrō and almost died at the prime of his life, yet in the end he was able to raise Fushiguro Megumi without any grudges.

I got excited and said to him, "Come on, let me play with it too."

"Wow, you're so old, but you're still playing with children's things." Gojo Satoru interrupted me with what I just said.

After he had satisfied his desire to talk, he handed me the rope.

I was concentrating on playing cat's tangle.

"How can you do so many new and interesting things?" he said in amazement, pointing at the rope.

"That's right, my mother taught me."

That was probably before she died, on an afternoon like this one.

We sat next to the small garden in the backyard, and she taught me many new tricks step by step.

Until many years later, I never saw the same style in anyone else's hands.

Gojo Satoru watched quietly for a while, then suddenly asked, "Why did you defend us just now?"

"What?" I slowed down my movements.

"Jie and I are both very strong." Gojo Satoru shrugged and said, "We don't care what these people say. There's no need for you to quarrel with them for us, especially after sending us out."

"It's okay, I've taken care of it."

After being intimidated and threatened, I was sure that the couple would not dare to say anything anymore.

But even if I wanted to say something, it wouldn't be able to make any waves.

After all, evildoers have to be dealt with by evildoers... I found that I seemed to have learned bad things from Shen Er.

"You know that's not what I asked."

"..."

"I know you are very strong."

Now you are already a presence that many sorcerers can hardly even dream of.

In the future, he will become even more powerful and terrifying, with a lot of messed up titles, such as the strongest sorcerer, the most evil curser and so on.

I came up with another trick: "But how does this conflict with my desire to protect you?"

"Parents who want to protect their children will do so no matter what."

“Teachers who want to protect their students will do so no matter what.”

A new pattern.

"You are really strong, and many people have entrusted their lives to you. But, how can you not need to be cared for just because you are strong?"

Another new trick.

"Just keep going forward. It doesn't matter if you leave me far behind."

I don't need to keep up with them, I have my own way to go.

"Now, I just need to do what I can do."