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

Chapter 280 Occasional Fantasy

Note: This chapter is also two chapters in one. This volume of reality chapters will summarize some of the Friends' Book (not much). The plot line in the original work will be modified later, so I apologize for being ooc here, please be gentle~

P.S. This chapter is not sadistic~ (personal opinion.)

When I woke up, I found myself lying on a bed in a single room.

My forehead was swollen and a little distended, and my heart felt as if it was run over by three dump trucks at the same time, causing a dull pain.

...What's going on? Where is this? Have I traveled through time?

There was a half-meter-high mirror in front of the bed. I simply lifted the quilt, stood up, and walked over to check the situation.

I was wearing a technical high school teacher's uniform, my silver wig had been removed, and there was a pure black eye mask hanging around my neck, so I was cosplaying as Gojo Satoru and attending a comic convention.

However, the weird bangs that were cut previously were hanging down, her makeup was smudged, and there was an obvious black bruise on her forehead.

There was a slight sting on the cheek, as if it had been scratched by something sharp - it had been treated with a cooling ointment and a white gauze bandage.

All these elements add up to the feeling that I just came back from playing Sukuna in Shibuya... What on earth is going on?!

The person in the mirror stared at me intently. He blinked twice and tears welled up and kept sliding down the corners of his eyes.

"Don't forget--" A vague sentence flashed through my mind.

I reached out my hand subconsciously.

Uh.....have I forgotten something again?

Before I had time to think about it, I heard shouting from outside.

“Lily… Suzuki Yuri!” My friend passed through the curtain and quickly rushed to my side, grabbing my arm and howling loudly, “What’s wrong with you? I was scared to death…”

"The doctor said you're fine, but you just can't wake up...."

She was probably talking about the doctor behind her wearing a white coat and with thinning hair.

Judging from the amount of hair, his professional ability should be on par with my boss. Baldness is indeed a curse that middle-aged men cannot escape...

"No..." I asked my friend blankly, "Aren't we going to the comic convention?"

How did you end up in the hospital?

"What are you talking about!" She glared and shouted, "You were playing a game and when it was over, you suddenly fell headfirst from the booth and it was the staff who called the emergency number!"

After that, she checked my condition from head to toe. "Fortunately, nothing serious happened. Just a small bump and some scratches. You're lucky."

“Wow.” I was a little shocked. “You mean, I fell headfirst from a two-meter-high booth and only got a few scratches?”

“NONONO.” She shook her head, took out the phone from her pocket and placed it across my face. “Your phone is all destroyed, too.”

To say that it was completely destroyed is a bit of an exaggeration.

In fact, there was a big crack from the upper corner to the lower corner, the battery was bulging, and the screen could not light up.

"Hiss..." I took a breath.

"Boss, what happened to my boss!" I picked it up with great grief. I was as sad as a 120-pound child.

“Stop!” My friend took a deep breath and interrupted my sadness. “Although this is none of my business, please stop calling your phone “boss”. It gives me goosebumps.”

"But it's my boss." I muttered in dissatisfaction, "It was your own birthday present, why are you so dissatisfied with it?"

"Because it's cheap and old and it's six years old," she replied. "It's time to get a new one."

"Eh..." I said reluctantly, "You can still use it if you replace the screen and repair it."

"The battery is dying."

"Then change the battery too."

"The total money is enough for you to buy a new one!" She crossed her arms and muttered in dissatisfaction, "This is the result of naming things. And what kind of name is the eldest? Is there a second one?"

"Yes." I pointed at her, "You are my old——"

"If you dare to say that, I will strangle you to death on the spot." She said expressionlessly with a cute face that hadn't changed in more than ten years, "Boom."

"Ahem..." Seeing her chattering about her phone, I quickly changed the subject, "By the way, how's the comic convention going?"

She paused, as if she wanted to say something.

But looking at the doctor behind me, he continued what I said: "You are shortlisted!"

"how about you?"

"I failed the exam." She said confidently.

"I think your cosplay is pretty good." I asked, "Not worse than mine."

"I just accidentally signed up for the professional group competition." She said confidently, "It's just a small setback, nothing to worry about."

Me: “….” This guy is really bold.

"When we carried you away, we also brought your score sheet and invitation letter for the finalists." She raised her chin and said to the two exquisitely crafted cards on the bedside table, "Here, they are over there."

I walked over and picked it up.

The first one unfolds into a scoring sheet.

This Christmas cosplay competition was not organized by professionals in the industry. The generous prizes were sponsored by a generous sponsor who spared no expense and did not even ask for advertising.

It is because of this that many professional and non-professional cosplayers are attracted to participate in the competition.

So they simply divided into two groups, amateur and non-amateur. My friend and I both signed up for the amateur group.

The first unfolded page is a score sheet, with a photo of me cosplaying as Shinobu Fushiguro attached.

For this competition, you need to send in your previous cosplay works first. Once they pass, you will enter the preliminary round, and both cosplays will be taken into consideration.

The last time he cosplayed as Fushiguro Shigeu, his score was 89%, and this time he cosplayed as Gojo Satoru, his score was 92%.

"Wow," I exclaimed in a vain voice, "They gave me such a high score."

"I can't help it. For an amateur, you did a pretty good job of recreating it. And you're willing to spend money on it." My friend shrugged and said, "And you got other buffs this time."

"...Buff bonus?"

"Yes." She said happily, "Among so many contestants, you are the only one cosplaying Gojo Satoru. This must give you a lot of extra points."

“Eh?” I was stunned. “Isn’t this the man in the super hot door that is about to burn through the earth? How come there is no cosplay?”

"I don't know either." She pinched her chin and thought, "Speaking of which, you are a woman with some evil nature. You are the only leader of Halloween, and no one challenged you last time when you were in Fushiguro, and this time you are the only one in Gojo Satoru."

She narrowed her eyes and looked at me suspiciously: "Don't you have some special superpowers? For example, implanting an order in the brains of everyone on a large scale that prohibits them from being the same as you?"

"........" I pulled the corner of my mouth, "Oh, I have superpowers and I use them here."

"If I could brainwash people, I would have asked everyone to give me 100 yuan a long time ago so that I could become rich and the richest man in the world."

"Anyway, this is really amazing." She said confidently, "I'm tired of saying 'envious'."

"Can you please stop messing around with your English?"

"Come to think of it." I stared at the final date on the ticket and frowned slightly, "The final is in a week."

"What happened after a week?"

"I have to go on a business trip in two days. If it really doesn't work..."

friend:"........"

After three seconds of silence, she held my shoulders and said loudly, "You have to go!"

"But......."

"You know how generous the prize money is." She continued to speak frantically, "I've already lost the election. If you don't go, won't there be no one to inherit my legacy?!"

"Can you please not act like you're dead?"

She rolled her eyes slightly, stared at me intently, and said resentfully, "Anyway, are you going or not?"

If I don't go, she will definitely scold me to death like Tang Seng.

"Go, go, go. Can't I go?"

"By the way," she added, "if you are free tomorrow, please accompany me to Sensoji Temple."

"Huh?" I asked in confusion, "Why are we going there?"

"Go get an amulet to bless you with a safe trip." My friend took out his cell phone and showed me a dozen colorful amulets with different functions. "I've been unlucky lately."

"First, I was caught cursing my boss behind his back, then my colleague got a promotion and a raise, and he invited everyone around him except me. I was isolated!" She became angrier and angrier as she spoke, puffing her lips and saying angrily, "What a crappy class, I didn't want to go to it anymore."

"......Isn't it because you two are not in the same department, you are several offices away from each other, and they don't even know you?"

"Anyway!" She raised her voice and said, "You must strive to be good. Mom, I'm still waiting for you to become rich, open a store, and then become a rich woman to support me!"

Me: "Can you please not just call yourself someone else's mother?"

"I don't care." She added, "You have to go with me, or you'll be dead."

"Okay, okay." I said resignedly, "I'll go with you, my lady."

"Then make a note of this first," she reminded.

. . . . . . .

I lowered my head, looked at my phone which was no longer working, and asked from the depths of my soul: "How should I remember the situation now?"

"But you have a terrible memory!" she complained, "If you don't write it down, you'll definitely forget it all."

"I seriously suspect you have juvenile dementia."

"Hey, I'm not that bad!" I retorted unconvincedly, "I can still remember a lot of things."

This was like opening a box with some kind of secret. Her eyes opened wide and she started to complain: "Who forgot to bring the camera that time, so that we could only stand over there and use other people's pictures to create atmosphere?"

Ah, this, this, but it was our first time to participate in such an event, and we had to do all kinds of things, so it was reasonable to forget the camera...

"Who are you again? I waited in line for a long time to buy the Sukuna fingers, and you forgot to take them away."

If I hadn't been forced to become socially dead in order to help you slash all the names in the Death Note, how could I have been so ashamed that I ran away after collecting stamps?

"And more." She continued to attack with all her might and delivered an ultimate critical hit. "Who was it that forgot my name while chatting?!"

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

This really can't be washed.

"By the way..." I looked up, quickly went through the names in my mind, and then asked, "What's your name?"

She was silent for a moment, then suddenly pounced on him madly: "Ahhhhh, Suzuki Yuri, I'm going to kill you and then revive you and kill you again!"

I was hit hard seven or eight times, it was so miserable...

"Alright, alright." I raised my hands in surrender and said helplessly, "You go with me to get my phone fixed first, write it down in the memo, and then we'll go to Sensoji Temple together tomorrow, okay?"

It just so happened that last time because I was asked to go on a business trip, my Mediterranean boss readily approved several days of leave for me, including Christmas, and I only needed to go to the company once during that time.

If the train tickets and hotel reservations had not been paid for first and the work content had not been sent to the email, I would even doubt whether this was some new way of dismissal in the 21st century.

After asking around among the company's employees, I decided to give up the idea.

Because everyone who knew my partner would pat my shoulder with sympathy, with an expression that suggested I might not live long.

"Thank you for your hard work, Suzuki."

"It's been great to get all the way here, Suzuki."

"Goodbye, Suzuki."

Like goodbye forever.

But there are also people who have full confidence in me.

For example, the male colleague who saw me crush the thermos and then confess my love to him, clasped his hands together and said shyly, "I believe that Lily-san can do it, please go over and ruthlessly beat them up! Ahhhhhhh... I also want to be taught a lesson by Lily-san."

And the female colleague I saved said: "That's right, Lily-chan can do it! A sturdy guy who is only 1.8 meters tall, has knocked down more than a dozen people, and can even hold a moving car with his bare hands is nothing. She is the super hero who saved me!"

Me: “........” He is about 1.80 meters tall, has knocked down more than a dozen people, and can pull a car with his bare hands. He is a burly man.

That's it. I was wondering why the treatment was so good. It turns out that they are not dismissing me, but giving me a last meal!

If he doesn't come back, I will stand beside his bed every night and curse him till I die.

By the way, in the information provided, what was the last name of the partner on the other side...I remember one was Korean, and the other one seemed to be...Fushiguro?

Yes, that's right, the last name is Fushiguro. In real life, there are actually people with this last name, which is really rare.

After Jujutsu Kaisen airs, will you be troubled by this last name? Fushiguro Megumi is still very popular...

After packing up my things and chatting with my friend, when I was about to pay and leave, I was stopped by the doctor who had been silent on his microphone for a long time.

"I'm afraid that won't work." The doctor waved his hand and said, "You fainted at the comic convention. We can't let you go until your guardian arrives."

Me: “…Can’t you tell I’m an adult?”

"That's what I mean." He gave a polite but awkward smile, "No means no."

Huh? What's wrong with that? Are you forcing me to buy or sell? What can you do to me if I insist on leaving?

"The hospital has contacted your emergency contact, and they said they are on their way," he said. "They will be here in about ten minutes. Please be patient for a while."

A string of numbers was clearly written on the lit phone. It was my uncle's cell phone number.

"Excuse me," the friend raised his hand and asked, "Can't I go with her?"

The doctor lowered his head, writing on the cardboard, and completely ignored her.

What on earth is he writing? I leaned over to take a look, but he turned around and blocked my view.

But I still caught a glimpse of what he wrote, thanks to my excellent eyesight:

Occasionally unable to distinguish between reality and fantasy, has a certain degree of logical self-consistency in thinking, and is not aggressive.

........ha?