Curse back: Gender-swapped cosplayers always meet the real person

Chapter 357 Death on the spot

Note: This chapter is two chapters in one

"Hey, Youxin, Youxin, youxin, you don't really want to move out, do you?"

At two o'clock in the afternoon, in the equipment room of the technical college, I was sitting on one of two horizontal tables and Gojo Satoru was sitting on the other.

The table was already there, but he moved the chair directly from the classroom.

He lay prone on his crossed arms, his head tilted, revealing his superior facial features. His pale blue eyes, his eyelashes blinking, looked like two fluttering butterflies about to fly.

The sunlight filtered through the double-paned, three-pane reddish-brown glass windows, spilling onto his light-colored, layered hair, reflecting a mixture of gold and silver.

He looked like a cat perched on a climbing frame, wagging his tail and saying coquettishly, "Your reaction is so cold. I'm asking you a question."

"Um--"

I did have a lukewarm reaction.

Without even raising his head, he gave a perfunctory reply and continued to concentrate on the task at hand.

Because this is the fourth time today that Gojo Satoru has asked me the same question.

If I'm not mistaken, there will be a fifth time later.

At first, I was still in the mood to answer him.

But now I'm totally too lazy to care.

You can't be too nice to a guy like this who loves to push his limits. If he sees through his bottom line, I'll be the one who suffers.

So I continued to stare at the files on my phone without saying anything.

In the dialog box, there was some basic knowledge about repairing cursed tools that Fushiguro Shigeu sent this morning.

Since the third round, after I witnessed his successful repair of the Tenseiboko and the transformation of the Gokumon Kō, I discovered that he is quite good at using cursed tools.

Most of the tricks and techniques can be understood at a glance, and the original functions can even be improved without damaging the techniques and spell power circuits.

Let’s put it this way, if he wasn’t the head of a family, a killer, or a gigolo, just the two tricks he had with the spell tools would be enough for an average person to make a killing in the casino.

That is to say, among the three corrupt and backward royal families, if there is anyone who keeps pace with the times and has a smart mind and can find a way around it, and he is worshipped and worshipped every day, the family can rise.

Fortunately, Shin'er is the head of the Zen temple now, otherwise that bunch of useless people would have been slaughtered by Maki and it could be considered a good end.

A few hours ago, I sent him a message asking if he wanted to take Youyun over for repair.

Then, he sent this thing to me, and made a special note: You fix it first, and I’ll come back if it doesn’t work.

.......Okay, now that things have come to this, I have to bite the bullet and pick it up and try to fix it no matter how reluctant I am.

Even if this person didn't expect me to pay back the money, it is still one of the best special-grade spell tools in the world of spells. I feel really bad that I messed it up into such a weird state just because I wanted to hunt down Nozomi (I haven't killed her yet!).

He had no choice but to run to the cursed tool library early in the morning and try to use the method sent by Fushiguro Shinobu to polish and repair the sharp thorns on Youyun.

Gojo Satoru came over after smelling the scent.

How come the recent special-grade and first-grade cursed spirits have become so obedient?

And where did Jie go? He was so busy with his class that he didn’t keep an eye on Gojo Satoru. If he was let out, he would have the time to bully me!

Actually, I had never considered moving out before.

After all, so many things have happened recently that it’s hard for my brain to keep up, let alone think about where to live.

But after Shen'er brought it up, I suddenly realized...there seemed to be no need to stay here.

Originally, I was an auditor and could attend the course or not. In the first three weeks, Geto Suguru, Shiori Fushiguro, and Gojo Satoru had already taught me everything I needed to know.

It is still a long way off from December 2018, 12. Although I am not sure what happened from last week to the last few days, those things, along with the two eyes on my arm, can be discussed later.

The most urgent task is to find the noose as soon as possible and get rid of him and the god behind him.

Nosuo lived for so long that he left his footprints all over the country, not to mention in Denmark, where there might be clues related to him. I couldn't just sit there and wait for death, so I had to run around.

However, I have to wait until the Tokyo-Kyoto Sister Exchange Meeting is over and I am sure that the mistakes of the original work will not be repeated before I can hunt down my enemies around the world with peace of mind.

So, we are definitely not moving away, at least not now.

Hey, why do I have a strong sense of déjà vu now? Did I have similar thoughts in the round of Gojo Kiri?

Then, before leaving, I was confused by a series of events that happened, and in the end, I didn't get to go anywhere... Pah! Suzuki Yuri, stop talking nonsense, this time it will definitely go well!

"Youxin, please pay attention to him." Here, Gojo Satoru's fifth round of harassment began again.

I raised my head and sighed deeply. I put down my phone and the red stick, turned around, and said to Gojo Satoru, "How many times do you want me to tell you this?"

"I have no plans to move out for the time being."

"For the time being." He kept chewing on these two words and said to me with his eyes open, "So... you have this idea."

Me: “………” Gojo Satoru is really sharp.

"Okay." I rubbed my forehead and coaxed him, "Later, I'll go tell Shen'er that I won't move to the house over there."

"At most...at most I'll be like Hui, going back to see Tsu Miki on the weekends, and then I'll come back, is that okay?"

Gojo Satoru opened his mouth, as if he wanted to say something.

I quickly grabbed a chocolate with a filling, tore open the package, and put it to his mouth, "After you finish eating my chocolate, don't talk. Be quiet, okay?"

"Hmph." He chewed the nuts inside vigorously and muttered, "What do you mean your chocolate? It's obviously a snack I gave you!"

"Then I don't care." Seeing that he finally stopped making a fuss, I turned around and sat back, saying with my back to him, "Whatever comes into my hands is what I gave away."

"So domineering~"

"Yes, yes, what Gojo-sensei said is true." I continued to answer him nonchalantly, "I am very domineering, so, can you stop talking?"

Gojo Satoru: “………”

It really became quiet.

There was a faint sweet fragrance floating in the air, drifting over along with the smell of shower gel on Gojo Satoru's body, which smelled quite pleasant.

Sitting at this angle, the contents of the phone will be illuminated by the sunlight, and the text on it cannot be clearly seen.

I had no choice but to adjust my position, moving my chair further away and continuing to study the content on my phone.

The materials needed for the maintenance of spell tools include anti-rust oil, wax oil, paint, cotton cloth...

It was about three minutes later that I finally realized something was wrong.

The quiet atmosphere is not a bad thing, but with Gojo Satoru here, it can still be so quiet, which seems a bit too weird.

I told him to stop talking, but he actually stayed still and didn't say a word?

No, the child is quiet, he must be doing something strange.

I thought about it, frowned slightly, and turned around to check what was going on.

Suddenly, he met Gojo Satoru's eyes.

The beautiful, tranquil, gentle blue Danube River flows with silky ripples, and the wind blows gently across the water, creating ripples.

There were fluctuations of emotion in his eyes, but they only flashed by like a flying bird and disappeared in an instant.

"Youxin." He stood up, looked at me calmly, and asked softly, "Do you really hate talking to me and have been fed up with it for a long time, so you are thinking..."

"You'd rather lie first to steady me, and then move out?"

I was startled.

"What you said just now, about rejecting Fushiguro Shi'er and only going back to stay for the weekend, and the chocolate you gave me, are all excuses for me not to disturb you." He raised the corners of his lips and smiled lightly, "Am I really that disgusting?"

I opened my mouth, but no words came out.

"Forget it." Gojo Satoru took a step back and said, "I won't bother you again."

Having said that, he turned around and prepared to leave.

The sunlight shines on his tall figure, lengthening his shadow and reflecting a sense of loneliness and desolation.

"Wait a minute!" I was stunned for a moment, and almost subconsciously ran over to grab his arm, shouting, "Don't run away talking to yourself."

"When did I ever say something so hurtful?"

"You just lied to me." Gojo Satoru refused to turn his head to look at me. He stared stubbornly ahead and said in a low, self-deprecating voice, "You said you have no plans to leave the technical high school for the time being, and you won't go to live with Fushiguro Shiori."

"If you don't hate me, why would you lie?"

"...You can tell that I lied." My eyelids twitched and I asked guiltily.

"Yeah." Gojo Satoru nodded quietly, then pulled his arms slightly, trying to break free from my restraints and leave.

"I know what you're thinking." He sighed, "Everyone seems to dislike me, and I think you feel the same way. I understand."

"No, you understand something!" I said hastily, "Don't everyone like you very much?"

"Jie, Nozomi, Haibara, Principal Yorugata, Nanami, and Yuji, which one of them hates you?"

I continued to pull him back with force, and he tried to put his hand back again.

The two men argued like this for more than ten seconds.

This guy is so strong, he has endless energy. If I don't use the two-sided Sukuna curse, ten of us can't pull him back.

"Would you please listen to what I have to say?"

He suddenly stopped, turned his back to me and asked, "What do you want to hear? Didn't you just say that you didn't want to hear a single word from me?"

He said and left again.

I:"........"

"Ah, that's right, I lied just now!" I had no choice but to admit it loudly, "I lied, but it's not because I'm tired of you, nor do I hate listening to you!"

"Didn't I tell you before that there's an enemy who's been chasing me for a long time?" I explained very quickly, "So, I was planning to leave the academy and get rid of him after the exchange meeting."

"I'll be back after I kill him. This isn't really a lie, is it?" I said. "What does this have to do with hating you?"

I'm really puzzled by how Gojo Satoru's brain circuit works.

If I hated him, would I have bought custom-made fake hair, blue contact lenses of the exact same color, high-quality college uniforms, and made an appointment with a makeup artist to try out his makeup?!

That's totally impossible. I'm not a masochist.

Just ask Zenin Naoya and you will know, that is my true attitude towards people I hate!

Wait... is he really that fragile...?

"What you said... is true?" Gojo Satoru's voice interrupted my thoughts. He still sounded a little depressed, and asked doubtfully, "You are not lying to me, are you?"

"No, I'm not kidding you." I shook my head frantically, "If you lie, I'm a dog! And a stray dog ​​from a stinky ditch."

"Then...if you don't hate me, then you like me?"

“Oh, yes, yes, yes.” I continued without thinking, “I like you very much. I like you very very very much.”

"I'm just playing with them, I'm really playing with you. We're the best in the universe, super invincible, okay?!"

There was a "clang" sound.

Just at this moment, I saw the door of the equipment room opened.

Fushiguro Shigeki and Suguru Geto stood at the door, looking over here meaningfully, followed by Fushiguro Megumi, Itadori Yuji and Kugisaki Nobara.

"Sister Youxin, you........"

They all looked at me in astonishment.

"Okay." Gojo Satoru narrowed his eyes and finally turned around. There was a faint smile in his eyes and the corners of his mouth couldn't help but curl up slightly. There was not a trace of sadness or discomfort on his face.

"Youxin-chan," he said, "Since you like me the most, I will reluctantly follow you in hunting down your enemies."

"No need to thank me."

I opened my eyes wide.

Just now...just now when this guy turned around, he was laughing, he was definitely laughing!

And the mess I just said...

I said, how could he feel uncomfortable?

How could a guy who has been through all kinds of setbacks and hardships, but could only say lightly, "I'm Gojo Satoru," act like he was hurt just because of a few words from me?

The bastard just cheated me!

“Gojo Satoru!” I was almost mad with rage. I turned into Ryomen Sukuna mode and slashed at his back one after another. “You’re going to kill me in front of so many people. Don’t run away if you dare!”

"Wait, Youxin, I didn't expect them to come at that time."

My eyes widened.

He was still wronged? !

I finally understood why the singer hated him so much, and now I hate him too!

"If I believe your lies again, I'll be a dog!"

"But, but." He said as he ran away, "I was really sad just now."

"I'm hurting you, you big-headed ghost! I'm the one who's sad." I cursed loudly, "Gojo Satoru, go to hell!!!"

What happened next was that I chased Gojo Satoru for three hours, everywhere, and finally caught him and beat him up.

Then the two of them reviewed in the principal's office why they had collapsed a forest on the back hill, two buildings and a playground.

I finally understand. This man, Gojo Satoru, cannot be trusted!

Anyone who believes it is a fool.