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

Chapter 296 As you wish

In fact, I regretted it as soon as I said it.

What good would it be for him to have a relationship with Yuji now? Even if I don't mention the hidden danger, can I really stay and be his sister?

So he could only bite the bullet and continue to make excuses: "Even if this is the case, my subconscious is telling me that we are unlikely to be twins."

"Yeah." Yuji now has an expression that says 'I believe whatever you say', and he is so serious and sincere that he is difficult to deal with.

"Alright." Gojo Satoru suddenly clapped his hands, untied the knot on Yuji's hands, put his hand on his shoulder and said, "Yuji-kun, you go out first. Another teacher will take you to the principal's office."

"According to the time, he should have arrived."

"Satoru."

The door of the sealing room opened, and I blinked and saw a figure standing opposite.

It was Geto Suguru standing in the bright summer sunshine, with the trees behind him gently swaying their branches and cicadas chirping tirelessly, and he showed a gentle smile.

"I'm here to take Yuji-kun to see Principal Yaga."

As he spoke, his eyes suddenly shifted to me. After only a second of staring at each other, I immediately looked away and lowered my eyes to stare at the lantern on the ground. I didn't see his expression clearly.

"Please, Jie." Gojo Satoru waved his hand and gently pushed Yuji over. "I'm here, don't worry."

"Yes." Xia Youjie retracted his gaze, "Come with me."

The door was closed, and the light coming in was completely blocked out.

"Okay, okay." Gojo Satoru turned back and sat back on the chair in front of me without changing his position, so I could see his handsome face if I raised my head slightly.

I couldn't help but frown.

I know that Gojo Satoru has no bottom line, so I often lack a sense of distance from him.

But it still feels terrible.

"Miss Amnesia." Gojo Satoru looked at me inquiringly, "Can you tell me the truth now?"

"What truth do you want to hear?"

"Is it any use telling you?" In the end it will just drag you into the same quagmire as me.

"Eh?" Gojo Satoru pointed at his own face and said, "Don't be fooled by the fact that I'm young, handsome, and charming, and I won the most popular teacher award at the technical high school. I am still considered the strongest."

"Oh, hello." After saying this perfunctorily, I lowered my head, seemingly counting the number of lanterns on the ground, but what I was thinking about in my heart was reviewing past experiences.

If memories are listed as a film that has already been filmed, then my current feeling is that when I watch it, I find that several key plot points have been deleted.

What exactly happened left me with a blank.

For example, I have no recollection of the period between the cold war between me and Gojo Satoru and my return to the human world.

What concerns me more is that something very important must have happened in there, but I don’t know if it was because I couldn’t bear the pain when receiving it and hit my head on a rock, which caused the transmission to be interrupted.

There's more to it than just this paragraph.

I seem to have forgotten a lot of things.

"If the price is to sacrifice your soul, then Kiri-chan, what exactly do you want?" The words that Glass said to me suddenly popped up in my mind, like some kind of warning, but also like a revelation.

Originally, I didn't take this speculation seriously, but the talking cat in Natsume's arms clearly revealed a fact to me: there are also monsters in the three-dimensional world where I live.

Therefore, it is entirely possible for an exchange to happen.

In addition, some more shocking information that was repeatedly forgotten in my subconscious mind finally poured into my brain like a revelation.

If these possibilities really don't exist in the three-dimensional world, then why can I come to the world of Jujutsu Kaisen? Isn't this a contradiction?

In short, my heart is a tangled mess, and I am lost in the directionless wilderness. I don’t know which way to go...

"Miss Amnesia?"

Gojo Satoru's voice interrupted my contemplation just in time: "Did you hear my question?"

I was startled, raised my head slightly, and asked him, "What did you say?"

He sighed lightly, pointed at my collar, and analyzed again: "The clothes you are wearing are not only the clothes of the technical college, but also the collar is red. You may not know that different styles represent the special characteristics of students and are objects that need attention."

"Oh." I said calmly, "I see."

I wore this clothes to the competition. I was the only one in the entire stadium who cosplayed as Yuji Itadori. How could I not know about such a thing?

"So here comes the question." He banged his fist against his palm, tilted his head and looked at me in confusion, and asked, "So why are you wearing this kind of clothes?"

"I picked it up." I glanced at him lightly and answered casually.

"Uh, picked it up?"

"Yes, I picked it up."

"Did you just happen to pick up some clean clothes that are exactly the same size as yours?" asked Gojo Satoru.

I nodded.

"You just put it on without giving it much thought?"

I continued to nod.

"And you happened to meet us at Yuji's school?"

"What else?" I replied impatiently, "You are the ones who want to ask. If you don't believe my answer, then why are you asking?"

"Yeah, yeah." Gojo Satoru smiled with a hint of sarcasm, winking at me, "Miss Amnesia is mad at me."

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

What he said is true, but why should I be angry with him? He is just an ignorant person.

Isn't this attitude the same as when he got angry at me?! You are really going backwards, Suzuki Yuri.

"If you have anything else to ask, just ask now," I said expressionlessly, "and forget it after you've asked."

"So...what's your name?"

What's the name? Do I have to come up with a new one? What a hassle.

"My full name is Benboerba, my nickname is Benbaboer, my nickname is Bobenbaer, and my pen name is Bobenbaer." I said lazily, "Whatever you want to call me."

"Is this your name? Are you a soldier under the Nine-Headed Insect?"

"Of course not." I continued to talk nonsense with my eyes open, "I am a nun who went from the West to the Tang Dynasty in the East to seek Buddhist scriptures. My Buddhist name is Benboba."

"... a nun who went to the Tang Dynasty in the East to seek Buddhist scriptures...? What kind of scriptures did she seek?"

"Prudery."

"You just talked nonsense afterwards." He looked like he was about to laugh at me. "Don't you say a single word of truth?"

"Oh, yes, yes, you are right." I nodded, tilted my head back, and said to him in a dead pig-like manner, "Otherwise, come and hit me."

"It would be best if he could kill me."

".......Do you really want to die?"

I avoided the topic and just looked at him provocatively: "Why, you can't even do this? Then what are you the best at?"

"Then, as you wish."

Gojo Satoru stretched out his hand, formed a seal, and cursed energy condensed on his fingertips, flashing with colors that represented huge energy and danger.

I closed my eyes with relief, quietly waiting for the final moment to come.

"Shh."

The knot on my hand was broken precisely without affecting any skin on my hand, and the remaining part of the rope was slowly turning into ashes.

"Humph." Gojo Satoru stood up, walked out of the sealing room, and said with his back to me, "I don't want to do what you wish."