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

Chapter 241 5 Enlightenments in Panxing Sect

Three hours later, it was getting dark.

Gojo Satoru was called away by a phone call, and I walked towards the direction of Pansei Sect exhausted, while Xia Yujie followed me with his hands clasped and a smile on his face.

Just now, after my fierce protest, he finally changed out of that tight skirt with great reluctance, removed his facial makeup, and put on his original five-piece robes.

It was not until this moment that I finally understood how Lalu felt when he saw us wearing ugly clothes. It was even more heart-wrenching than seeing a grid pattern that was deliberately crooked.

This is not the result I want! Why can people be so shameless?

In addition, in the short term, I don’t think I will be able to hear the word “substitute” again, otherwise I will have a severe stress reaction.

It’s not my fault. When you hear someone around you constantly confirming the difference between himself and the so-called real person “described”, and trying to make up for the gap and restore the image through superb acting skills, anyone would have this reaction!

What "Don't worry, I am just her shadow. A firefly cannot compete with the sun and the moon."

"No, we can make a contract. I will definitely fulfill my duties as a substitute."

"A stand-in is a stand-in and can never replace the original owner."

What the hell, you and the real boss are actually the same person! The only difference is that you have lost your memory and you don’t. I told you to just be yourself, why are you so stubborn?

Moreover, I always feel that the amnesiac Geto Suguru is playing some game with him through me. The word "stand-in" is almost being played out, and I am just a part of the game...

By the way, Gojo Satoru is a guy who is afraid that the world will be in chaos, and he has been fanning the flames in various ways along the way.

While I was too busy dealing with the two of them, he actually picked up his phone and started taking pictures, grinning and making very intelligent noises. Was he afraid that his intelligence would be exposed?

The only thing to be thankful for was that passers-by seemed to think we were cosplaying some anime characters, but they didn’t recognize us, so they just looked at us with curiosity and didn’t seem surprised.

Maybe this is the magic of the second dimension...

However, if I didn't look similar to Gojo Satoru, I would really want to call the police and have him arrested if I had someone like him around.

Anyway, that's what happened. I was worried and tortured all day, but they looked very happy.

But the quarrel has been resolved, and Gojo Satoru has already returned home, so I guess his anger has mostly subsided.

Just when I thought he should return to the technical high school to continue his teaching career like he had done with Takeshi Suguru in the past ten years, and never have anything to do with this place again, he appeared again.

To be precise, the next day, early in the morning, I opened the door and met him by chance at the entrance of the courtyard.

Gojo Satoru was sitting on a stone bench, opposite him was Geto Suguru, and the two of them were... sharing breakfast?

"Wu-chan!" His white hair, which was held up by his eye mask, swayed in the wind. He waved at me cheerfully, "Good morning."

.........Why is he here?

"I say, what's going on?" I pointed to the pile of ingredients on the table: avocado, bacon, pancakes, fried buns, sandwiches, milk...it was simply too rich.

"It's like this." Xiayou Jie explained calmly, "Satoru called and asked if we had eaten breakfast. I said no, so he came to our house with something."

"And you just sat down and ate like that?!" I asked in shock. "No, that doesn't make sense!"

"It seems to make sense to me." Sitting in the corner, there was another table where Lalu, Mimiko Nanako, Neki Riku and Suda Manami were all crowded.

After a day of digestion, when they met Gojo Satoru again, they were no longer as flustered and nervous as they were at the beginning. They ate breakfast and watched the show calmly.

Am I crazy, or is this world crazy?!

"Kiri-chan must be very hungry."

Gojo Satoru picked up a piece of bread and a sandwich, weighed them on both sides of his hands, and asked with a smile, "Do you want to eat the bread first, or the sandwich?"

He paused and winked at me coyly, "I still want to eat—"

I have a very, very strong feeling of foreboding.

“Don’t!” I cried, closing my eyes in agony. “Please don’t finish.”

"It's late~" Gojo Satoru asked cheerfully, "I still need to eat, what about me~"

I numbed my entire face and turned away without any emotion.

"Not really..." He even muttered, "Your tolerance is so poor..."

"Wait, Kiri-chan." Xiayou Jie called me, "Where are you going?"

I'm going to go to the end of the world, dig a pit one hundred thousand meters deep, and lie peacefully in it for a hundred years to offset the mental pollution caused by Gojo Satoru's words just now.

"So why is he here?"

After thinking about it, I still couldn't get angry, so I turned around and asked, "Don't you have a job? Aren't you ashamed of being idle here?"

"About this question..." Gojo Satoru explained, "Don't worry, Yuta has already returned from abroad. He will do whatever is needed."

"If things get bad, we still have Fushiguro Shijiro and Miguel as backup, and Nanami and Yaga to watch over us, so nothing will go wrong."

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

I forgot that he was not short of staff when he first came.

"But, even so, Panxing Sect is not the place you should come to," I said unwillingly.

When did the curse master and the sorcerer become so close that they allow you to visit them at will? Are the sixteen lives between me and them worthless? Can they just let them go whenever they want?

"Ah, about this." Gojo Satoru raised his eyes and smiled, "Don't you know yet?"

"......know what?"

I really don't know much about the news in the world of sorcery right now.

I didn't even dare to open the text messages sent by people like Glass and Principal Ye Moth. They all seemed dead.

They also tacitly didn't call me, probably because they knew I wouldn't answer even if they called.

"The General Directorate has rescinded the order to hunt you down. After investigation, it was confirmed that the sixteen people in the curse world conspired with the curse master to eliminate you at the cost of many lives. They were at fault first, so we will not hold you accountable."

"That is to say, you are innocent. In fact," Gojo Satoru said, "You can go back to the high school anytime you want."

I think my expression now should be very complicated.

It is undoubtedly a lie that you can go back at any time.

Besides, I don’t want to and can’t go back.

I don't need to guess how much pressure and obstruction he has endured in mediating to maintain the current situation.

Once Gojo Kiri shows up, more curses and suspicions will come pouring down on him.

"Go away." I closed my eyes and said sincerely, "Don't come over here again."

I finally finished the cutting, and I don't want to fail at this point.

"Kiri-chan." Gojo Satoru's tone was also very insistent. He looked at me with a smile, "I'm not leaving anyway. If you want to chase me away, then try it."

"See if I will listen to you."