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

Gojo Satoru seemed to be unaware of Geto Suguru's gaze and kept looking straight ahead.

He muttered, "Is this summer hotter than in previous years? I'm almost melting. I wonder if the glaciers in Antarctica have melted, and if there's still room for penguins and polar bears to roam..."

Xia Yujie was listening at the side and suddenly laughed again.

The person walking next to him seemed to be his only close friend. His mind was different from others. He always thought of wild and imaginative things, and his thoughts were extremely jumpy, so that few people could keep up with his pace and be on the same frequency with him.

"What are you laughing at, Mr. Getsu?"

Covering his lips with the back of his hand, Xia Yujie stopped smiling, coughed lightly, and tried his best to return his expression to normal.

"No," he said, shaking his head. "Nothing."

Gojo Satoru pursed his lips, his tone slightly twisted, "I clearly saw Mr. Getsu looking at me and smiling, so what on earth was he laughing at?"

Geto Suguru remembered that Gojo Satoru's six eyes had a 360-degree field of vision, and he could see his expression even if he was not facing him.

This is very good for a sorcerer, but it will still be stressful for the people around him.

I always feel that I have no privacy within the field of vision of such a pair of eyes, and without privacy, there is no sense of security, which makes people not want to get too close to the owner of these eyes.

At the beginning, Geto Suguru was the same, but as they spent more time together, their over-compatibility made their relationship better and better, and gradually, he began to ignore this.

Gojo Satoru was very persistent. Although he would not turn around to look at Geto Suguru, he was relentless in his words.

"You laughed, didn't you? Why don't you admit it? So, what exactly do you think is so funny about me, Mr. Getsu?"

Geto Suguru was helpless when asked by him. He was really at a loss when facing such a stubborn and childish Gojo Satoru.

"Just... just thinking about some work things."

Gojo Satoru wouldn't believe such a thing. He curled his lips and said, "What kind of happy thing can there be at work? Could it be that Mr. Geta really likes going to work?"

How should I put it? I'm afraid there are not many people in this world who like to go to work.

There are very few people who can truly make a living by doing what they love. Most people have to do a job to make a living.

If there is any job that Geto Suguru likes, it is probably his original job as a sorcerer.

Ignoring the nausea of swallowing cursed spirits, he really liked the job.

He once thought that such work was very meaningful...

But... I don't plan to do it anymore.

I no longer have the obsession to become stronger. After eating too much sweets, I no longer want to swallow the cursed spirit that tastes like a rag that has been used to wipe vomit.

If he wants to be a sorcerer, he must become stronger, and swallowing disgusting curse spirits is the fastest way for him to become stronger.

“I can’t say I love it, but it allows me to earn a salary that allows me to live.”

Gojo Satoru's expression froze. He had just asked casually, but he didn't expect to hear such a helpless answer from Geto Suguru.

Gojo Satoru, who had lived to the age of 20 and had never compromised for money, didn't quite understand what Geto Suguru said.

However, he could understand Geto Suguru's somewhat helpless expression.

Such a helpless expression, as if tortured by the world, appears on Geto Suguru's handsome and charming face, which is very incongruous.

A good-looking person like Geto Suguru should have the innocent look of a young man who doesn't know the taste of sorrow, or he should have the compassion and mercy of God who loves the world and cannot be contaminated by the mundane world.

Once the sorrow and helplessness of the secular world appear, it is like the blasphemy of mud to flowers.

However, Gojo Satoru was helpless. He didn't know what to say to Geto Suguru. It seemed that whatever he said would be wrong.

The two of them walked all the way to the path next to the forest, and then followed the path towards their home on the gentle slope.

Gojo Satoru kept thinking about what Geto Suguru had just said, until they arrived at the gate of the courtyard and Geto Suguru took out the key to open the door, Gojo Satoru hesitated and spoke.

"Hey, Mr. Getsu."

Xia Yujie answered while unlocking the door, "What's the matter?"

"If, I mean if..."

Gojo Satoru's voice sounded a little unnatural, causing Geto Suguru to look up at him.

The gate was opened, but no one went in.

Two people stood at the gate of the courtyard, with the background being the lush forest and roses covering the walls on both sides. When they arrived here, the mountain breeze suddenly became cooler, and it felt a little more comfortable when it blew on people's bodies.

Geto Suguru looked at Gojo Satoru, whose round glasses were still firmly on his face.

He bit his lip, as if he was about to say something that was difficult to say.

After watching for a while, Xia Yujie couldn't help laughing. His voice was very gentle and soft, as if someone had gently polished it with a sponge, grinding away all the grains and edges, leaving only a warm roundness and softness.

"What on earth do you want to say, Wu?"

"I want to say, if one day Mr. Getsu is unhappy at work and wants to change his lifestyle, you can tell me and I will definitely help."

"Huh?" Geto Suguru stood there in a daze. He didn't expect Gojo Satoru to say such a thing.

Gojo Satoru frowned, feeling a little embarrassed. "From what you just said, you don't like your current job, do you?"

“That’s true, but Wu…”

"How about being my personal chef? Just cook dinner for me, and you can do whatever you want the rest of the time... How about that?"

In Gojo Satoru's opinion, this is an absolutely free job.

"You can ask for any salary you want. It's okay if it's higher than my current salary. Don't look at me like this. I actually have some money."

Geto Suguru heard every word of this sentence, but when they were put together, it became so obscure and difficult to understand.

Gojo Satoru, he was serious. After staring at every part of Gojo Satoru's face for a while, Geto Suguru finally confirmed it.

Gojo Satoru wasn't joking, he was serious.

No matter how you listen to it, this is a very tempting job. Twenty-four hours a day, you only need to prepare dinner for the other person. The rest of the time is absolutely free and you can do whatever you want.

However, just when Gojo Satoru was expecting the other party to agree, the smile on Geto Suguru's face disappeared.

He looked at Gojo Satoru with a serious expression. The more cheerful people usually were, the more intimidating they would be when they stopped smiling and were serious. This contrast made Gojo Satoru inexplicably feel a little nervous.

The narrow, fox-like eyes narrowed, the beautifully shaped lips were pressed into a line, and even the muscles in the jaw became stiff.

There was a dangerous and cold light in Geto Suguru's eyes.

"Hey, Satoru."

Gojo Satoru saw that Geto Suguru, who was always smiling, suddenly had a cold face, and he couldn't understand why.

"What, what's the matter?"

"Were you serious about what you just said?"

"...Ah." He clearly thought so from the bottom of his heart, but when Geto Suguru asked him, he wavered.

"In Wu's mind, I'm only suitable to be your chef, right?"

"Huh?" Gojo Satoru was not expecting such an argument. His brows furrowed even more. "What are you talking about, Mr. Getsu? That's not what I meant."

"Then why did you say that just now? Wu is very rich, right?"

Geto Summer Oil suddenly laughed.

Of course he has money. As the head of the Gojo family, the thing he has the most is probably money.