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

Chapter 201 Five Enlightenment Unsealed

2018年11月18日，上午8:00。

After the cold front passed, the weather actually began to warm up slightly, not as dark and humid as in early November.

Next to the high school's playground, light spilled through the gaps between tree branches, shining brightly on the dark green mesh fence.

I stood in front of the three first years, and next to me was Gojo Satoru, who was bound and motionless.

At this moment, he was eating the souvenirs that the first-year students brought back from Shibuya yesterday after their mission.

“That’s great.” Gojo Satoru bit off half of the new taro egg tart and said happily, “After going through so much, the store is still open for business. The owner is such a good person!”

"Hehehe..." Yuji smiled and handed another dessert bag to me, saying gratefully, "This is also thanks to Miss Gojo's timely appearance."

"The cursed spirits and curse masters in Shibuya handled the situation promptly," said Fushiguro Megumi, "and there were no large-scale casualties."

"No." I was a little uncomfortable being thanked so earnestly in person, so I just said, "I can't just stand by and watch someone die."

"But don't expect me to let you three off later." I put the bag away with a smile, put it in Gojo Satoru's arms, and said, "Be prepared to get beaten."

"Yeah." Fushiguro Megumi nodded and said seriously.

Wild Rose and Tiger Stick looked at each other behind him and said, "Damn it, the bribery campaign failed! Miss Gojo doesn't buy it at all!"

So how did things get to this point?

More than a week has passed since Fushiguro Jyouji promised to repair Amagiboko and unlock the last seal of the Prison Gate.

The so-called "there is a solution" is still a long way off.

If Megumi Fushiguro had not been staying in the high school obediently and often appeared in the bar I had been to before, I would have thought that he had run away with the money.

This guy said it would take three or four days at the beginning, then five or six days, and as of yesterday, he had changed it to next time for sure.

Seeing that it would take a while for Gojo to figure it out, Principal Ye Moth had no choice but to ask me to substitute for three first-year students, no matter how reluctant he was.

However, although I have taught Gojo Satoru and Geto Suguru before as a physical training teacher at a technical college, I cannot use my teaching experience directly. (It is too inconsistent with Gojo Satoru's style.)

However, in the first world, I hardly ever saw him in class. Apart from the taijutsu sparring on the second day of that world, only Maki and the others would come over to complain.

I spent the rest of the time with Geto Suguru, working hard on missions to pay off our debts.

So, I can only think of some new ideas.

Just thinking about this made the three children suffer a lot.

Yesterday we focused on breaking down each person's weaknesses one by one, including the physical skills and endurance training of Fushiguro Megumi and Nobara, and the cursed energy output training of Itadori.

Being tired is the secondary issue. It's just that after they are exhausted, Gojo Satoru beside them will start the ultimate mocking mode. Sometimes he will laugh at the funny postures they fall in, and sometimes he will take out his mobile phone to take pictures of their miserable appearance.

In short, it is very hateful.

The day before yesterday, we had a battle royale mode on the playground. I didn't need to use any spells or techniques. Whoever I didn't catch within ten minutes would be the winner.

The first person to be eliminated will be punished to chat with Gojo Satoru for half an hour, and he said that you cannot refute any topic, you can only nod and agree and acknowledge that you are right.

As for today...

"Who will come first today?" Even though I was the one giving the class, it was Gojo Satoru who was standing beside me, eager to give orders.

"Yuujin? Wild Rose? Or Baagumi?"

Whoever's name he called out, his or her face fell.

"Emmm..." I thought, "Since yesterday was Wild Rose and the day before yesterday was Hisahito, let's start with Meow Gumi today."

"Great!" Wild Rose and Tiger Stick clapped their hands and cheered for Fushiguro Megumi at the same time, "Go ahead, Fushiguro, show Miss Gojo how powerful you are."

Fushiguro Megumi: “….”

At this moment, a sturdy black-haired man was leaning against the door of the playground. He said lazily, "Yo, class is in progress."

It's Fushiguro Shigeki.

Seeing this pigeon king, I said unhappily, "You'd better bring me good news."

"Don't worry." He shrugged, took out the Amasaki Hoko from his back and shook it at me. "It's been repaired. Guaranteed."

As he said that, he walked straight to Gojo Satoru and slashed at the prison gate that was stuck at his feet.

The force was so great that I almost thought that the person he wanted to kill was actually Gojo Satoru.

I saw that the red thing that was like a tentacle tightly wrapped around Gojo Satoru seemed to loosen up reluctantly, like an octopus shrinking into a small bottle, slowly shrinking its body, and finally turning into a small gray square box.

The six eyes that were shedding tears on different planes closed, and only a shell remained, quietly and peacefully, no longer moving.

At the same time, the Amagihoko that was originally held in Fushiguro Shige's hand instantly shattered, turned into powder inch by inch, scattered on the ground with the wind, and floated away without any reluctance.

"Wow." Gojo Satoru stood up, moved his legs, stretched and said, "I'm finally free."

He walked over, took the prison door in his hand, tossed it in his hand, and said with a hint of regret: "How can you untie it just like that?"

"My bed, computer, game console, refrigerator, and the desserts I just put in the refrigerator are all still there."

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

The three first-year students behind him: “…”

No, it’s already this time, shouldn’t you be celebrating that you’re finally free?

Why are you still regretting the unfinished dessert?

Twitching my lips, I said, "Then at least you don't have to worry about the things inside going bad."

"It will still be fresh a thousand years from now," I said. "If that doesn't work, just wait until then to eat it."

"I don't want to be an old monster who needs a new brain or body!" Gojo Satoru said loudly, "I'd have become smelly if I lived that long."