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

Chapter 378: Summer Oil Geto's Perfume

Note: This chapter is two chapters in one

The two-day exchange meeting finally came to a successful conclusion.

During this period, although there were twists and turns such as Rakuganji's secret plot, Kamo Kenji's assassination and Shozo's attempt to escape, overall, it was still very enjoyable.

I didn't know if my inexplicably formal summary speech would sound funny, but Gojo Satoru copied my words word for word and said them out loud, without caring at all about the look on the opposite side of the principal's face who was almost pissed off.

But this is the truth after all.

The security level of this exchange meeting is two levels higher than in the original work, and there is no cursed spirit breaking in inexplicably, the Curse Fetus Nine Phases Diagram being stolen, or someone being seriously injured or killed.

Everyone was communicating happily, and in the meantime, they spared no effort to bring two young lovers together, and then ended the last day in a friendly manner.

It looks a bit plain and ordinary, but it couldn't be better.

Because it was not easy for them to come to Tokyo, and because Principal Rakuganji was in the wrong for "ignoring warnings and planning to kill Yuji Itadori", he had to make concessions and allow the students to stay here for a few more days.

As for himself? Because of miscalculation and deep shame, he threw everything to the song girl, and took the first Shinkansen train to go back to school in Kyoto.

I'm very curious about what kind of requests Gojo Satoru and Geto Suguru will make, but I have some guesses.

Since the first week, they have always been curious about my secrets and wanted to pry into them from time to time. I guess they have prepared a lot of questions this time and want me to answer them.

Maybe he will start questioning me about my relationship with Shen'er.

I don't know why, but I feel like they didn't fully understand my explanation, or at least didn't accept it completely.

Because whenever Shen'er and I stood together and talked, although they didn't seem to be doing anything unusual, they would glance at me from time to time.

It's a very subtle feeling, I can't even describe it in words.

However, I have more or less prepared a template for my answers, and I feel that no matter what questions they want to ask, I can get away with it with my superb rhetoric and skills.

Who would have thought that both of them would say they would go back and think about it and give me an answer tomorrow.

It seemed inexplicably solemn and strange.

After exercising last night, it was a hot summer day, so I took a nice cold shower, then covered myself with a thin quilt and had a good night’s sleep.

Then, it is what they call "tomorrow".

In the early morning, when the rising sun is in a corner of the pale sky, it is not that hot.

Xia Youjie stood at the corridor with his elbows resting on the railing in front of him.

He was not wearing the long-sleeved college teacher's uniform today. His long black hair fell down to his shoulders, and the short sleeves could not hide his long and strong arms, and the blue veins that climbed up along the back of his hands.

From my angle, I can only see his profile.

The hair is traced behind his ears, and there are black round earrings on his earlobes. Even though he is not smiling, the corners of his lips seem to be slightly raised, and the sunlight falling on his handsome face seems to be kissing him.

He seemed to be holding something in his hand.

"Jie." I called him not that loudly, my voice was so soft that I wasn't even sure if it was clear enough, but he turned his face towards me, and his slender and gentle fox eyes instantly sparkled like spring water, and were instantly filled with a rippling smile.

Then, he responded to me, “Good morning, Youxin.”

The distance between where I was standing and where he was was actually not that close, so it was not easy to talk.

I felt a little annoyed as to why I didn't get closer to him before calling him, but I could only walk slowly towards him step by step under his focused gaze.

"Have you thought about what you want to ask for?" I asked.

"Yeah." Xia Yujie nodded, and closed his large palms, still holding something tightly, but I couldn't see it.

He did not state his request right away. Instead, he looked at the white flowers still blooming in the courtyard and said softly, "Can I ask you a question? It's not a request, and you can choose not to answer it."

"Okay." I nodded and said, "Ask."

"I want to ask." He paused for two seconds, as if thinking about the wording, and then asked, "I mean, in your opinion, for two living people..."

"What does it mean to say goodbye to each other?"

“.........Ah?” I was stunned.

Of all the answers I prepared, I didn't expect Geto to ask such a question. It sounded like a philosophical discussion, which was in line with his usual style of thinking and pondering.

But when this topic was suddenly thrown at me early in the morning, it was really difficult to answer it immediately.

"What does it mean when the living say goodbye to each other?" I frowned, muttering in a slightly distressed tone, "How profound..."

If this is what Jie usually said to Gojo Satoru during his technical high school days, then I can understand why Gojo Satoru always acted like a rebellious teenager and confronted him.

If you think about it carefully, the CPU will overheat and all the brain cells will die.

"Guome, Youxin." Seeing that I was still thinking hard, Xia Youjie waved his hand and said softly, "I told you that you don't have to answer."

"No." I stretched out a hand in front of him and said seriously, "Let me think about it, and then I will answer you."

"Are these two living people saying goodbye to each other because they are about to die?" I asked him.

In a movie I saw, a couple who were both terminally ill seemed to do just that.

After hearing my question, Xia Youjie thought for a moment and replied, "They should all be alive and well, and feel that they can live for a very long time."

"Are they lovers?"

"Although..." Although he didn't say the rest, he smiled bitterly and said, "They are probably not lovers."

"Eh? Such a vague description." I asked, "Is it the kind of couple who love each other but are separated by evil parents?"

"No," he said with a sigh, "there is no such thing as mutual admiration."

"Okay." I stepped back and reconsidered my thoughts. "Then let's just consider these two people as close friends for now."

"Since they both think they can live for a long time and they are not dying of terminal illness," I said, "then they probably feel that if I stay by their side, it will only bring pain to them. Perhaps only by leaving each other forever can we live better together."

"Is that... the idea?"

After hearing my answer, Xia Youjie lowered his eyes and blinked his eyelashes. He was silent for a long time, and then he said to himself: "But what if the person who was left behind doesn't think so?"

Me: "...Didn't these two people say goodbye to each other forever?"

Since it is mutual, no one is left behind. It's just that everyone is walking in different directions on the roads going in opposite directions.

"Sorry." He came back to his senses and said apologetically, "I just happened to see this topic on the forum, and I dragged you into talking about this."

"It's okay." I breathed a sigh of relief and waved my hands, saying, "I'm happy to think about these things with you, as long as you don't think my perspective is too superficial."

"By the way." I asked curiously, "So, what is the one thing you want me to promise if you win the game?"

It really feels a bit mysterious.

“It’s nothing else.” He pursed his lips and smiled, spreading out his clenched fingers and showing me what was on his palm, “This is it.”

I was taken aback.

What Xia Yujie took out was a dark black square glass bottle.

The cylindrical bottle mouth is tied with a small bow made of golden silk thread, and the body of the bottle is affixed with a brown label printed with beautiful cursive English letters. A stretched branch-like pattern rotates around the bottom, and there is no other decoration.

I remember it was a very niche brand with only one store in Tokyo, and it was in a relatively remote location.

If Gojo Satoru had not been imprisoned in the Prison Gate at that time, I might not have passed by that alley when running around in the city.

At that moment, I bought this bottle of perfume with the intention of never seeing it again.

At this moment, he appeared in front of me unexpectedly.

I suddenly realized what Xia Youjie was asking when he asked, "Two living people say goodbye to each other forever."

There is no mutuality at all. This is what I want to ask -

But he obviously has no memory...

I raised my head in confusion and watched Xia Youjie turn around. His body, which was almost a head taller than mine, tilted slightly downward, just enough to completely cover my shadow.

He unscrewed the cap, held the bottle of perfume towards the collar of my clothes, and asked, "Can I spray it there?"

"......What?"

"I want you to smell it," he explained to me softly, and then repeated, "Can I?"

I was still immersed in my own thoughts and didn't react. I just nodded blankly.

One, two, three...

I can smell it as soon as I turn my head slightly.

The woody, heavy, restrained and silent smell with a hint of bitterness floated towards me with his movements, instantly filling my whole body, as if I was completely wrapped in it.

"...Jay?" I asked, "What do you want to do?"

"Youxin." He smiled slightly, put the bottle of perfume in my palm, and said softly and gently, "I want you to accept this bottle of perfume."

"And, if you can, I hope you'll remember to use it once in a while."

"Is this your request?"

"Yes, that's right." He nodded, "That's all I ask of you after I win the game."

His actions and tone were more like requests than demands; not forceful, but totally hard to refuse.

But...this is my birthday present to him.

Judging from his expression and the way he addressed me, this guy probably doesn't remember anything about the past at all.

So, what is this?

There is no reason to take back something once it has been given away.

Also, it was clearly a gift given by Gojo Kiri, but he gave it to Itadori Yushin. What's the logic behind this?

I pursed my lips and stared at the perfume with my eyes downcast. The liquid swayed back and forth in the black glass bottle. The thick bottom pressed heavily on the palm of my hand, bringing a slightly cool touch.

Just like how he feels.

"Jie." I asked him, "Did you buy this for me?"

“No…” He stared at me, shook his head slowly, and said sincerely, “It seems like a birthday present from someone.”

"It must have taken a lot of effort to put it in a corner, waiting for me to open it one day."

"Who is this guy?"

“She left no signature.”

"So...are you happy to receive the gift?"

"........" Xia Yujie did not answer.

My chest felt stuffy, maybe because I sprayed too much perfume, and I suddenly felt a little breathless.

I pulled at my collar so hard that even my fingers were stained with the smell. I raised my head and took a deep breath. Then I pretended to be angry and asked with a frown, "Xiayou Jie, since this is a birthday present that people spent a lot of effort to give to you, how can you just give it to someone else so casually?"

“Isn’t this a violation of one’s will?”

"It's not random." He raised his eyes, staring at me with his iris-purple eyes without blinking, "You are not someone else either."

What does it mean?

Testing, expressing intimacy, or thinking that I am the one who gave him the gift…

"........" I remained silent, hesitated, and did not take over his words.

I don't even know what to say to him next.

It was not until this time that the appearance of a third person finally broke the frozen silence.

"Yuxin~" Gojo Satoru appeared at the other end of the corridor, calling my name in a cheerful tone, "So you're here, I came to find you."

I didn't answer him right away.

Perhaps sensing something was wrong, Gojo Satoru raised his head slightly and looked at Geto Suguru who was behind me. The two exchanged glances.

"Satoru should be here to see you." Xiayou Jie retracted his gaze and sighed softly, "Probably because of yesterday's game, and he also came to ask you for something."

The word "也" is used very cleverly.

"Take it." He whispered, "Even if... just think of it as a gift from me."

After saying this, he stood up and said to Gojo Satoru, "Satoru, I have something to do, so I'll leave first."

"Hey, Jie~" Gojo Satoru took two steps forward, stood in front of me, and said with a smile, "I just got here, why are you leaving?"

"Then I'll stay?" Xia Yujie's tone was not so cheerful.

"No, no." He waved his hand casually and said, "You should leave quickly. I still have something to talk to Youxin about."

Xia Youjie didn't say much to him, just nodded, turned and left.