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

Gojo Satoru's fair and handsome face was painted all over with a blue watercolor pen by Geto Suguru. Even so, because his facial features were so superior, he did not become ugly, but just a little funny.

Time passed the last thirty seconds of a game, and when he saw the score displayed on the screen, Gojo Satoru finally smiled.

He clenched his fist and shouted, "Yes!"

Only then did Geto Suguru realize that the game was over. He turned to look at the computer screen, and the picture was frozen on the score interface.

"Jie, I won this time~" Gojo Satoru smiled proudly, and his hand had already grabbed the watercolor pen beside him.

The score was a full two hundred points higher than Xia Yujie's. Xia Yujie squinted his eyes and looked at the score on the screen. For a moment, he almost suspected that this guy had cheated.

"In the first few rounds, they were clearly four or five hundred points behind me. How could this happen..."

"Hehe," Gojo Satoru grinned, "I've always been told I'm smart. The first few games were just warm-ups, and now I'm just getting into the groove."

Xia Yujie looked at him suspiciously and couldn't help but complain, "A guy who doesn't even have a driver's license, but he learned this pretty quickly."

Gojo Satoru retorted, "It's just because my driver's license is useless. When I'm on a mission, there's an assistant supervising the driving, and in emergencies, I can use teleportation. Driving isn't necessary for me. What's more, I have to concentrate on the road while driving, which is too troublesome for me. I still prefer to sit in the back seat or the passenger seat and relax."

He was already busy enough, and the time in the car was a relaxing time for Gojo Satoru where he didn't have to think about anything. He didn't want to study for a driver's license and give himself something to do.

The reasons are sufficient, but Geto Suguru just doesn't accept it.

Rolling up his sleeves, Geto Suguru snatched the game controller from Gojo Satoru's hand, "It's my turn. This time I must surpass you."

Gojo Satoru reminded him, "What about the punishment? The punishment hasn't been done yet. Do you want to deny it?"

The game has already started, and Geto Suguru asked him to accumulate the points and count them together for the next punishment.

Gojo Satoru curled up the corners of his mouth in a wicked smile. He held his chin with one hand and looked at Geto Suguru who was determined to surpass him with a focused look on his face. His mood became extremely happy.

The watercolor pen spun between the fingers of my right hand, so smoothly that it was unbelievable.

Geto Suguru operated the game controller, controlling the car on the computer screen to run in the desert. He didn't know whether his mind was not focused or Gojo Satoru's gaze was too hot, in any case, he found that the other party was not looking at the screen but at him.

While controlling the car to turn a U-turn, Geto Suguru tried to hold back but couldn't help asking Gojo Satoru why he was looking at him like that.

Gojo Satoru admitted it quite frankly. He said, "I was wondering where should I start drawing it from later: the forehead, the bridge of the nose, the cheeks, or the mouth?"

This made Geto Xia Yu laugh, "You're thinking too much when you just won one game."

"No," Gojo Satoru lazily held his chin and looked at him, "Jay, I have completely mastered the tricks of this game. Now you can just wait for me to paint you into a Halloween egg."

The game time ended at this time. Looking at the not-so-high score on the screen, Geto Suguru couldn't help but curl his lips. Even he noticed it, but Gojo Satoru thought it was very cute.

He asked Gojo Satoru, "What the hell are Halloween eggs?"

"It's the kind of painting that Western countries like to do, painting all kinds of colors on chicken or goose eggs, that's it."

Geto Suguru scoffed and corrected him, "You idiot, that's an Easter egg!"

Gojo Satoru didn't care about that. "Oh, yes, that's it. Wait a minute, I'm going to paint your face like that Easter egg. The whole face, without leaving any blank space."

"Satoru, don't brag. You can't do it, can you?"

Gojo Satoru's competitive spirit was fully aroused at this moment, and he asked Geto Suguru, "Want to bet?"

"Huh?" Geto Xia Yu showed a speechless half-moon eye. When had he ever been afraid to cross?

Gojo Satoru was in high spirits. He made the decision for Geto Suguru, "It's settled. Let's bet on whether I can paint your face like an Easter egg from that festival!"

"What's the bet?" asked Geto Suguru.

Gojo Satoru rolled his blue eyes and thought for a moment, a sly smile creeping up his lips. "The loser must promise the winner one thing. It can be anything, and you can't go back on your word."

Geto Suguru was also very excited and agreed immediately.

The computer host made a buzzing sound and the air conditioner continued to blow out cooling air. Men always seemed to get easily excited over small things and make irrational decisions.

The two of them seemed to have returned to their high school days, huddled in the dormitory and arguing endlessly about winning or losing, but they would not really get into a fight because of it.

This afternoon, Gojo Satoru was like a car god, playing better and better in each game. In the next dozen or so games, Geto Suguru didn't win a single one.

By the last two games, Gojo Satoru's score had already widened to an incredible 1,000 points above his.

Geto Suguru clenched his fists and gritted his teeth in anger, but after seeing the messy patterns he had drawn on Gojo Satoru's face, he was forced to accept the punishment.

When playing games, it is impossible to allow yourself to punish others without allowing others to punish you. He is not someone who cannot afford to play.

"Wu, the patterns I drew on your face are all normal, so please don't go too far."

Gojo Satoru held a watercolor pen in his hand and couldn't wait to paint on Geto Suguru's handsome face.

He nodded randomly and urged Geto, "Geto, close your eyes."

Geto Xia Yu looked at him, sighed, and finally slowly closed his eyelids.

Geto Suguru's back was against the edge of the bed. He could not see anything when he closed his eyes. Only a little bright light passed through his eyelids and into his eyeballs.

This feeling of not being able to see anything is really terrible. It all depends on the other person having a conscience. Otherwise, you don’t know what kind of weird look the other person will draw on your face.

When I felt the soft sponge pen tip touching my cheek, my thin eyelids couldn't help but tremble a few times.

Gojo Satoru was laughing, even his voice was filled with laughter, "Don't be afraid, Jie, I will draw gently, and will draw very cute dragonflies and butterflies on your face, and I will definitely not draw anything messy."

It would have been better if he hadn't said it, but after he said that, Geto Suguru became worried.

Gojo Satoru has always loved playing pranks. He likes to say the most harmless words and do the most annoying pranks. He "bullied" the first-year students Nanami and Haibara a lot, so much so that Nanami couldn't help but frown when she saw Gojo Satoru.

Now that I think about it, if I were Nanami, I would probably also be upset after suffering from the same mistake.

Nanami, meeting Gojo Satoru was not easy for him either.

First the left cheek, then the right cheek. No matter how hard Geto Suguru tried to sense, he could not sense what Gojo Satoru had drawn.

He painted patterns one by one, turning over inch by inch of skin. In the end, Geto Suguru had become accustomed to the feeling of the cool pen tip painting on his face.

He just lay on his back and relaxed on the edge of the bed, with the back of his head resting on the bed, which was perfect for others to paint on his face.