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

Gojo Satoru is a smart man after all, and the hair dryer itself is not a complicated appliance. He can quickly master its use after a little trial.

In this world, Gojo Satoru is the fourth person who blows his hair, besides his mother, Mimiko, and Nanako.

Mother……

Even though so many years have passed, Geto Suguru still feels uncomfortable every time he inadvertently thinks about something related to his mother.

I thought that as long as I pretended not to mind and brainwashed myself with the grand lie that sacrifices were necessary to achieve greater good, I would feel better, but that was not the case.

After being reborn despite being supposed to go to hell, Geto Suguru felt that this was an extremely sinful thing.

Geto Suguru unconsciously immersed himself in grief until the buzzing sound of a hair dryer suddenly sounded, dragging him out of his memories.

Geto Xia Yu raised his head and looked at the person in the mirror.

The strongest person of the contemporary era was blowing his hair seriously, with a focused look as if he was facing the test questions.

Gojo Satoru has a strong learning ability and figured out the trick after just a short while.

He hooked up Geto Suguru's hair with his left hand, then held the hair dryer in his right hand and blew it from neither too close nor too far away, his technique comparable to that of Teacher Tony.

This picture is very beautiful, but Geto Suguru also finds it very funny.

The buzzing sound of the hair dryer drowned out the laughter that Geto Suguru accidentally let out just now. After his hair was completely dry, Gojo Satoru breathed a sigh of relief.

He sighed, "It's not easy for Mr. Getsu. It takes so long to blow-dry such long hair every day."

Geto Xia Yu snorted, "Mimiko and Nanako used to blow me before."

Gojo Satoru nodded with a slight sigh, gave a thumbs-up in the mirror, and praised, "Although she has a bad personality, she is a good daughter."

Xia Yujie glanced at him calmly and retorted, "If you want to say that they are bad, Wu has no right to say that others are bad. My daughters are only bad to Wu, but they are very good to me. They are very good children."

"Tsk~" Gojo Satoru put the hair dryer back in the cabinet and grumbled in dissatisfaction, "After my daughter came, Mr. Geta's relationship with me took a sharp turn for the worse. It wasn't like this before."

"Don't talk nonsense."

Gojo Satoru raised his eyebrows and looked directly into Geto's eyes. He asked, "How am I talking nonsense? It's true. Mr. Geto used to be very gentle to me, always smiling. But Mr. Geto today is not like that. He always gives me a cold face."

Do you always have a cold face?

Xia Yujie stared at Gojo Satoru in a daze. After a moment of confusion, he said without much confidence, "How could I be like this?"

Gojo Satoru curled his lips, "Of course it's there."

Geto Suguru felt humiliated and simply avoided Gojo Satoru's direct gaze, not wanting to waste any more time talking to him.

He walked outside and asked, "Where are you going to let me sleep?"

"Go to bed and sleep."

He suddenly stopped moving forward, and Xia Yujie was shocked. "Go to sleep on the bed? What about you? Where will you sleep?"

Gojo Satoru raised an eyebrow, "I'll go to bed too."

Xia Youjie: "..."

Gojo Satoru didn't think there was anything wrong with this. He tilted his head and looked at Geto. "We're both grown men. The situation is special. What's wrong with sleeping in the same bed? How... could it be that Mr. Geto is actually a woman?"

"Ahem, w-what are you talking about?"

Gojo Satoru snorted and laughed, "That's all."

Xia Yujie took a breath and said, "Otherwise, I'd better go back to my room next door and sleep. I can sleep in the living room."

Gojo Satoru rolled his eyes, unable to stand Geto Suguru's look.

He waved his hands, his tone irritable, "I know, I know. You go sleep on the bed and I'll sleep on the floor."

"How can this be?" After all, this was Gojo Satoru's room. It didn't make sense for him, a guest staying overnight, to let the owner of the room sleep on the floor.

"Mr. Getabu is so nagging. I have to go out very early tomorrow, so it doesn't matter. I can just find a place to spend the night. Don't worry about me. I can sleep well anywhere."

Is that right?

Geto Suguru remembered that Gojo Satoru in technical high school was not like the Gojo Satoru in front of him, who was very picky about accommodation conditions.

I still remember that one time the two of them went on a business trip to a relatively remote mountain village, which was located on the northern edge of the country and had very poor living conditions. Just because he disliked the bed being too hard, this guy sat with his eyes open in a corner covered with straw for the entire night.

He didn't sleep and didn't let others sleep. He sat there muttering to himself, complaining that this was not a place for people to sleep. The noise made Geto Suguru's ears hurt.

Now, this guy said he could sleep anywhere and could find a place to spend the night.

Isn’t this a huge change?

"But……"

"No buts, go quickly, or I'll be angry."

Geto Suguru had no choice. After Gojo Satoru really frowned, he couldn't say anything.

Xia Yujie turned around sheepishly and walked towards Gojo Satoru's bedroom. Gojo Satoru seemed to have suddenly remembered something and smiled behind him, "Don't open the bedside table."

Geto Suguru was stunned for a moment, but soon understood what Gojo Satoru meant, and his fair face turned red uncontrollably.

He glared at Gojo Satoru angrily and said in a stiff tone, "I know, I don't have the habit of prying into other people's privacy."

From behind came Gojo Satoru's hearty laughter, followed by the sound of Geto Suguru slamming the bedroom door.

The moment the bedroom door closed, the smile on Gojo Satoru's face gradually faded. He glanced at the pink toothbrush cup on the shelf, and an ambiguous expression flashed across his face.

"It's too early, let's wait a little longer," he said.

Gojo Satoru's bedroom was almost the same as what Geto Suguru had imagined. It was very tidy. Apart from the bed, wardrobe and bedside table, there was only a suitcase placed in the corner near the wardrobe.

Geto Suguru glanced at Gojo Satoru's bed. Whether it was the pillowcases, quilt covers or sheets, they were all pure white without any patterns.

His brows couldn't help but furrowed, and Xia Yujie looked at this not-so-big bedroom again, and suddenly had the illusion that it was a hotel room.

It seemed as if Gojo Satoru only regarded this place as a temporary hotel room for accommodation and had no intention of treating it as his home.

When he thought about his own room next door which was filled with so many useful and useless things, Geto Suguru found the contrast very interesting.

Come to think of it, as a teacher at the technical high school and the head of the Gojo family, Gojo Satoru has a family. Unlike me, my hometown is gone, brutally destroyed by my own hands.

As for the home of Panxing Sect, he didn't want to continue his previous life as the leader and didn't plan to go back.

Apart from this place, there was really no place he could call home. Everything he had was melted into a mess of things, filling up the not-so-big room next door.

In a crowded space, people will feel less lonely, and Geto Suguru needs this.

Lying on Gojo Satoru's bed, he could smell the unique light lemon mint scent on Gojo Satoru's body. It was already late at night. Geto Suguru listened carefully. There was no movement in his room next door, which showed that Mimiko and Nanako should be asleep as well.

The two children fell asleep, but Geto Suguru was not sleepy at all.

He had been giving lectures all day today and had been standing there since he got to work, which made his body a little tired as he hadn't trained for a long time.

If it were a normal time, he would have fallen asleep after taking a shower, but now, far from feeling sleepy, he was very energetic.

The moonlight shone in from the window, and the curtains were too thin to block out the light, so Geto Suguru simply pulled the curtains open, and the bright moonlight instantly fell on his face.

He looked at the bedside table that was empty except for his cell phone and couldn't help but sneer, thinking that Gojo Satoru was being too obvious.

The function of a bedside table is to store things. At least there will be a pack of tissues, a cup of water, etc. It is impossible to be so clean that there is nothing on it.

So, did this guy put something here that couldn't be shown to others?

Geto Suguru glanced at the tightly closed drawer, then smiled and shook his head. Although he was indeed curious, he was not the kind of bad guy who liked to pry into people's privacy. He would not do such a dirty thing.