Curse Back to Five Summers: Best Friends Are an Excuse for Couples

Gojo Satoru ran up to the second floor and saw Geto Suguru slowly starting to climb the stairs, so he couldn't help but urge him to walk faster.

"Wu, no one's trying to steal the cherry tomatoes from you, there's no need to be so anxious."

Gojo Satoru leaned on the handrail at the second-floor staircase. "I just want to eat it quickly. These homemade ones are better than those in the supermarket, aren't they?"

Geto Xia Yu narrowed his eyes and thought of the vegetables grown by his grandparents in their own garden when he was a child. Now thinking about it, he didn't know whether it was the filter of his childhood that he could never go back to, or if they really were better. In short, he felt that the vegetables grown at home tasted much better than those bought in the supermarket, and had more of the original flavor of the vegetables.

"Maybe so."

Gojo Satoru was delighted. "Thanks to Mr. Geta's help, the child is no longer cursed and will be healthy. We can also eat the cherry tomatoes we grew at home. It's killing two birds with one stone."

When he thought of that child, he thought of another child, and the smile on Geto's lips quietly disappeared at this moment.

He thought of the little girl who gave him candy in the 24-hour clinic. In fact, there was a white curse lying on the child's back. Judging from how disgusting it was, it should be a curse caused by the epidemic.

Although Geto Suguru accepted their help at that time, he had no intention of exorcising the curse in front of ordinary people.

He believed that a curse of that degree would not cause any serious harm to the child.

So, I pretended not to notice anything.

Now, after helping this child, he inevitably thought of that child.

The little girl's innocent smile with a fever-reducing patch on her face kept flashing in front of Geto Xia Yu's eyes, making him feel uneasy.

It took Xia Yujie a long time to walk up just a dozen or so steps. He reluctantly walked up the last step, and when he reached the second floor, he could no longer hide what was in his heart.

"Satoru," he whispered Gojo Satoru's name.

Gojo Satoru turned to look at him, "What's the matter?"

Xia Yujie took a breath and looked at Gojo Satoru in the cool night breeze. He asked, "Do you remember the strawberry candy I gave you that day?"

This happened not long ago, there is no way Gojo Satoru would forget it.

He nodded, "I remember. What's the matter? Did you buy me strawberry candy again?"

"No," Xia Yujie licked his dry lips and said with some difficulty: "That candy, in fact, was not bought by me."

"Huh?" Gojo Satoru was stunned.

Xia Yujie didn't look at him. He walked slowly, step by step, holding on to the railing of the second-floor corridor towards the room. He said, "Actually, those candies were given to me by a little girl when I went to the outpatient clinic for bandaging."

"what do you want to say in the end?"

"Satoru, that child also had a curse on his back, but I accepted their family's help and even accepted the candy the little girl gave me, but I didn't help her."

Gojo Satoru, who was following Geto Suguru, was slightly startled, and then he heard Geto Suguru continue to say: "I was still hypnotizing myself in my mind that such a curse would not cause fatal harm, but..."

It’s okay if a person continues to be bad. The most frightening thing is that he suddenly has a change of heart. Once his conscience is awakened, torture will follow.

Suddenly, a hand fell heavily on his shoulder. When Geto Suguru turned around, he saw Gojo Satoru following him.

"It's okay," Gojo Satoru said with a faint smile. "It's not too late to make amends now. It's never too late to want to save someone. Being able to realize that you can use your abilities to protect and save the weak is already a sign of great awareness. There's no need to blame yourself."

Geto Suguru looked at Gojo Satoru's face. Isn't this guy only twenty years old?

Why? As we get to know each other better, the longer we spend together, the more mature I feel he is. When it comes to major issues, he does not have the childishness and impulsiveness of a twenty-year-old young man.

Geto Suguru looked at Gojo Satoru a little confusedly, and after looking for a while, he suddenly laughed.

"What's wrong? Why are you looking at me and laughing? Am I funny?"

"No," Xia Yujie laughed and shook his head. He said, "I just think that you sometimes have a kind of contrasting cuteness."

"Huh?" Gojo Satoru lowered his eyebrows. He didn't think he could be associated with the word "moe". "What the hell is 'contrasting moe'? Are you sure it's suitable to describe the handsome Gojo Satoru, Mr. Takeyu?"

Geto Xia Yu leaned against the railing and looked at Gojo Satoru's face seriously. After staring at him for a while, he said with a smile: "I always feel that Satoru looks like a synthetic product."

Hearing the word "synthetic product", Gojo Satoru's nerves tensed up for a moment. He suddenly looked up at Geto Suguru, who didn't notice his abnormality at all and continued to say with a smile:

"I always feel like there's a mature soul inside a young shell. It's not that it's always like this, but in many key matters, Wu gives me this feeling."

Gojo Satoru was speechless and just looked at Geto Suguru.

Because many things are uncertain, such uncertain things cannot be stated as established facts.

Geto Suguru found Gojo Satoru like this very interesting, and couldn't help but lean towards him, getting close to his face.

The two people were so close to each other that they could clearly count how many eyelashes the other had.

Xia Yujie stared into Gojo Satoru's eyes and asked with a smile, "So, in fact, your inner being should be an old man who is several decades old, right?"

Gojo Satoru also smiled, raising his eyebrows provocatively, "How can he be that old? Can't he be in his twenties? Can't he be around your age? Maybe only twenty-eight or twenty-nine, or maybe even older than you. Then you'll have to call me brother."

Geto Suguru remained silent. If the person in front of him was the real Gojo Satoru, he would be about twenty-seven or twenty-eight years old now. Satoru was a few months older than him.

If you really want to say it, calling him brother is not an exaggeration.

Brother, Wu, Wu, brother.

Xia Yujie thought about it in his mind, but before he actually screamed out, his face turned red uncontrollably just from thinking about it.

He thought of what happened on C before, when Gojo Satoru was extremely shameless and would call him brother when teasing him. He didn't call him Mr. Getsu or his name, but called him Getsu brother.

【Does Getaru like this? 】

【Getsu-nii, is this the place? 】

【Brother Xia Yu, take your hands away. I want to see your face.】

【Ayu-nii, did you cry? Did you shed a lot of tears? 】

[Agatsuyu-nii, Agatsuyu-nii…]

He said a lot of very outrageous words.

Gojo Satoru stared at Geto Suguru's face which turned from pale to red. Probably guessing something, he grabbed Geto Suguru's wrist and walked into the room.

Compared with others, those little tomatoes that were eaten in a hurry fell out of favor in an instant and were casually thrown by Gojo Satoru on the coffee table in the living room.

Xia Yujie knew what he was going to do, and suddenly felt a little embarrassed, and made excuses, saying that he had not taken a shower yet.

However, Gojo Satoru could no longer care about such trivial matters.

He said anxiously, “Let’s talk about it later.”