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

Chapter 495: Why say "again"

"Angry octopus lady?"

Fushiguro Shiori stared at the friend request I sent him, frowned in confusion, and asked in disgust, "What kind of a name is that?"

"Where did you find such strange and bizarre names?"

Ah...I forgot. Although he looks young, this teacher seems much older than the other two. They should be uncles in their forties from the seventies. It is normal that he would not like such a name.

"I just picked it randomly, don't mind it, hahaha..." I touched my nose uncomfortably, and quickly changed the subject, asking, "Teachers, since you are rehearsing a play, that means that besides you, there are other characters from Jujutsu Kaisen?"

"Are you wondering who else our colleagues are?"

"Yes." I nodded excitedly, clenching my fists. "Can you show me the photos?"

Even now I still find it hard to recover from their beauty. Since they have been restored so well, the others must not be much different.

"Is that okay?"

Gojo Satoru seemed to have finally made a major decision after a long period of thinking. He took a deep breath, nodded to me solemnly, and said, "Let's see."

As he spoke, he took out his cell phone and said solemnly: "But let's make it clear in advance that these are our internal secrets. I am also taking a big risk to show you."

"So, you must never tell anyone. Otherwise, not only will I be -" He made a gesture of cutting my neck, and then said to me, "Lily, you may also face a huge amount of compensation."

"Eh?"

I blinked in confusion and asked, "Wait, is it that serious? How much do I have to pay?"

"Emm...about 1 billion."

"One billion?!" I gasped, subconsciously took a step back, and said, "I can't afford to pay that back in my lifetime."

"No, no, no, I think you have great potential." He said with a grin, "If you work hard, you should be able to do it."

"Satoru." At this moment, 'Sugaru Geto' punched 'Gojo Satoru' from behind and said with a fake smile, "Okay, stop teasing her."

"Demanding 1 billion yuan for just looking at two photos. Even the most litigious gangsters wouldn't go this far." He said, "Hurry up and show Lily everyone's photos."

"Gojo Satoru," shrugged and said with a smile, "It's just a joke. I won't ask you for money."

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

The drama really found the right person to create this scene, which is exactly the same as Gojo Satoru himself.

He deserves a beating in daily life, and the fact that he was not beaten to death should be attributed to the protection of modern society.

"Take a look." He came over and showed me the photos in his phone. The first ones I saw were his own selfies. After looking at seven or eight photos in a row, he finally turned to photos of other people.

"Hiruhito of Japanese knotweed, Megumi Fushiguro, Rose of Kugizaki, Ieruji, Natsuyoujie, Noctua righteous way..."

"Look, isn't it very authentic?" he said as he magnified the facial features of other people for me to see.

"Teacher..." I looked at him with difficulty and asked, "Don't you have any normal photos?"

The pixel of the mobile phone is very high-definition, but the photos on it are either of people rolling on the ground in a mess, covered with dust, dirt and stains, or with tattered clothes like beggars, and there are also various embarrassing photos. In short, there is no one looking at the camera.

"Oh, so many, so many..." He stretched out his fingers in distress and flipped through the pages for more than a dozen times, but still couldn't find a suitable photo. Finally, he simply turned off his phone and said with a smile, "How about I introduce you two to each other some other time?"

"They will definitely be super surprised to see a girl as cute as Lily-chan!"

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

You are just trying to make up for it because you can't find it at all.

There are only ugly photos in your phone. How long did your colleagues endure before they chose to beat you to death?

"Anyway, it's our fault that we treated you as our muse and caused you so much trouble." He puffed his lips and said childishly, "But we really didn't have any bad intentions."

"If you still mind, we will go find the hotel staff and ask them to change the room next to yours to the floor farthest from you, okay?"

“No, no, no, that’s not necessary!” I waved my hands at them quickly. “Now that the misunderstanding has been resolved, there’s no need to bother with it anymore.”

"It's my own fault. I made up a bunch of messy things in my mind. You can just live as usual and rehearse however you want. There's no need to consider me at all."

"Then what social media apps have you blacklisted us on?"

"I'll pull it out again and add it back."

"The phone number you deleted."

"I have memorized it, and I can't forget it even if I want to."

"You've memorized it." Gojo Satoru chuckled and said, "Then you'll have no reason not to contact us again."

.....But there is no reason for me to contact you.

"Then to celebrate our reunion," he asked in a good mood, "how about keeping your promise and buying us a drink?"

"Ah..." I blinked, looking embarrassed, "But I'm not old enough to drink yet."

"Then let's change it to drinks." Xia Yujie made up for it in time, "The time and place are up to you. Wherever you say to go, we will go with you. How about that?"

"Follow me, all day?" I was a little dumbfounded.

Although they looked very kind, everyone was friendly, handsome, nice, and could tell jokes to make people happy, which was better than spending a lot of money to play with them, but, spending the New Year with strangers was still a bit beyond my acceptance...

"That's all." Xia Yujie glanced at me, and suddenly, like a male ghost, he sighed in resentment and said to himself, "I know."

"what do you know."

"You hate us and think we are bad people with ulterior motives. It is understandable that you would block and delete us."

"Maybe it's because we're in a bad mood and look ugly, which makes you think this way." He glanced at me, sighed again, and said, "This time it was an accident. From now on, we will stay away from you."

I:"......."

Originally, he accused me so vigorously that I thought I would feel a little guilty, but surprisingly, I didn't feel that at all.

Not even a tiny bit.

What emerged from the depths of my heart was only contempt for their behavior, as well as pride, pride and approval for seeing through the purpose behind this behavior.

Tsk, this green tea guy is trying to play the same trick on me again, I thought, I’m not that easy to fool.

But...why did I add "again"?