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

Geto Suguru's strong and calm appearance was a little funny in Gojo Satoru's eyes.

"Because I know that Mr. Getsu is not a very honest person. He says he doesn't want something when he wants it, and he says he doesn't like something when he likes it. He obviously likes me so much, but he still insists on being stubborn. Am I right?"

"You, don't talk nonsense."

Geto Suguru felt like a naked king, and his thoughts were all seen through by Gojo Satoru.

"Isn't it impossible for the person in your heart to be like that? If that's the case, look at me. Look at how good I am."

Gojo Satoru stretched out his hands to fix Geto Suguru's face, forcing Geto Suguru to look at him.

"The young me before you now is not the me who was exploited and tortured by those rotten oranges in the upper echelons of the sorcery world. I am still full of energy and want to change this sorcery world, change the living environment of ordinary people and sorcerers, want to improve the relationship between the two, and want to protect everyone."

Gojo Satoru took a deep breath, his tone changing from passionate to calm, "Look at me like this, do you really not like me? Am I really not as good as the person in your heart who is no longer possible?"

Geto Suguru was shocked by Gojo Satoru's words. His narrow eyes slowly widened and he looked at Gojo Satoru with a complicated mentality he had never had before.

For a moment, he felt as if the new world he had always wanted to realize in his lifetime could really be realized in the hands of Gojo Satoru.

All the things that he failed to do in his lifetime but really wanted to do from the bottom of his heart, the extremely young Gojo Satoru, who was only 20 years old, was able to achieve.

The words he said to Gojo Satoru across the crowd on the streets of Shinjuku that year once again rang in his ears.

"How arrogant! You could do it if you were in my shoes, Satoru. You can do it yourself, but you're trying to convince others. That's a dead end. Is it because you're Gojo Satoru that you're the strongest? Or is it because you're the strongest that you're Gojo Satoru..."

We haven't been in touch for ten years, and we deliberately don't know each other's news, so we don't know what the other person is doing.

Those speculations were now spoken out personally from the mouth of Gojo Satoru. At the age of twenty, Gojo Satoru had already determined his goal, started his plan, and embarked on that path.

Gojo realized that his real goal was the same as his own, but he chose a gentler but more difficult path.

He really did give ordinary people a way to survive, just like a god who loves the world.

And what did I do while wearing the monk's robes?

The seemingly easy path is just an illusion, and I haven’t done it myself, right?

Geto Suguru's chest heaved violently due to the surging emotions in his heart, his eyes and nose felt sore, and his head began to hurt.

Having swallowed two special-grade cursed spirits, he was still in the absorption stage. With his fragile mental strength now, once his emotions fluctuated, he would slide into the dark abyss.

If his emotions got out of control, Geto Suguru didn't know how he would behave. He didn't want to show such an unbearable side of himself in front of Gojo Satoru.

He hurriedly avoided Gojo Satoru's sight, not looking at him, still weakly retorting, "I don't know what nonsense you are talking about. I don't understand what you are saying. You, you go back first and let me be alone. Please."

Seeing him like this, the disappointment of being rejected just now gradually disappeared. Gojo Satoru thought he had some understanding of Geto Suguru, and that one should be patient with such a person who said one thing and meant another and was extremely twisted.

What does it matter if the door of my heart is closed? What does it matter if the keyhole is cast into an iron lump by molten iron?

He is Gojo Satoru, he has plenty of ways to open it, all he needs is time.

As long as he and Geto Suguru are still together, as long as he is still hanging around Geto Suguru, what does it matter if this day comes sooner or later?

They are the two most compatible people in the world.

They are two people who are destined to be together.

They will eventually understand each other.

Gojo Satoru left reluctantly, and Geto Suguru climbed onto the bed alone and curled up there like a boiled shrimp.

He began to lose track of reality and fantasy, and once again could not tell what year it was.

He seemed to have returned to the bitter summer, wandering alone in every corner of the country, purifying and swallowing cursed spirits. In order to catch up with Gojo Satoru, he had to keep purifying and swallowing. In order to keep his strength from dropping, the cursed spirits lost in the battle also needed to be replenished through subsequent exorcisms, and so on and so forth, in a cycle.

He spent more and more time alone, couldn't eat, and couldn't find anything to be happy about. He was anxious about whether his strength had improved, and suffered for the life and death of his companions. His long-standing persistence gradually collapsed, and he began to question and waver in his faith.

I can't find anyone to talk to, and no one can truly understand my confusion and distress.

Perhaps in the eyes of others, his distress and confusion are just looking for trouble.

Gojo Satoru doesn't understand. Even the strongest person cannot understand the suffering of those below the clouds.

At that time, he always felt this way.

But soon, he seemed to have returned to the time when he was in Panxing Sect.

He stood on the podium, speaking incessantly of words that sounded righteous and moral. Those difficult-to-understand sermons always seemed to be able to touch the hearts of the ignorant people in the audience, move them, and "save" them.

By exorcising the cursed spirits for them, they get rewards. The rich donate money, and the ordinary people use the exorcised cursed spirits as a reward.

Ordinary people who couldn't see the cursed spirit thought he wanted nothing, so they were grateful to him and thought he was a Bodhisattva who came to the world to save people.

My self during the technical college period, and myself during the Panxing Religion period, my memories are confused and the images are interspersed.

To protect the weak, I exorcise the cursed spirits; to protect the sorcerer, I kill the monkeys.

The former is yourself, and the latter is also yourself.

In this life, almost all smiles turned into a fake smile mask and were worn on the face of the leader of the Panxing Sect, Geto Suguru.

"Where is my face?" Xia Yujie, who was curled up on the bed and shivering, rubbed his cheeks with his hands. The skin and flesh were still there, but he seemed to be unable to find his own appearance. All he could touch was a mask of fake smile.

"Is this my face?" Taking deep breaths of the cold air, Geto Suguru finally realized that there was something wrong with his mental state.

He struggled to get up from the bed and opened the drawer of the bedside table. There were many medicine bottles of various sizes in it. He squinted his eyes to identify them carefully, and after great effort he finally found the yellow medicine bottle.

I poured two capsules into my palm and swallowed them dry without any water.

Only after taking the medicine did Geto Xia Yu feel a little relieved.

I don't know when her bun fell apart, and her long hair fell on her back like a waterfall, with her bangs hanging in front of her forehead.

Just now, when he was at the dividing line between dream and reality, he broke out in a sweat. After sweating, he felt dizzy, nauseous and wanted to vomit.

Geto Xia Yu fell on the bed. The sky had darkened unknowingly and the light in the room became dim.

He smiled weakly, full of self-mockery.

"Just say that this won't work, it'll scare him."