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

Chapter 208 Orange Juice and Tripe

Shinjuku, restaurant.

This is an independent shop on the street with a three-story restaurant-style structure.

The outermost wooden door is open, creating a home-like atmosphere. Half a meter inside is an automatic glass door to keep out the cold.

The first floor is the hall, which is basically a booth for four or six people, separated by a row of wooden signs made of green bamboo.

The top of each row is painted with classic Ukiyo-e patterns, and the blue and white waves light up, serving as a lighting fixture.

The second floor is a small private room for VIP guests, with seasonal potted plants or flowers placed on both sides of the corridor.

Judging from the season of late November, the flowers that would be blooming would probably be Strelitzia or Bougainvillea.

The third floor has larger private rooms, which require guests to make reservations about three days in advance, but I have never been there.

At this moment, I am standing at the door of the store, looking at the sign in front of me.

There were white round characters engraved on the azure background of the sign, and six beige lanterns lined up in a row hanging below.

I gently touched the red tassel at the base of one of the lanterns.

"Miss Gojo, what are you looking at?" Wild Rose, who was standing behind me, asked me curiously, "Are you looking at the lanterns?"

"Yeah." I nodded slightly and said, "It just occurred to me that I've been here before in another world."

Principal Ye Moth set the time as six o'clock. Almost everyone had arrived. I and the first-grade students were the last group.

In order to create a lively atmosphere, Gojo Satoru ran to the box on the third floor to set up the place early after finishing his task.

Today is Sunday and there are a lot of customers. The waiters in the store are so busy that they are overwhelmed.

One of them even tripped and almost fell while jogging. Fortunately, he was caught in time by the enthusiastic Tiger Stick, who also helped him hold the drink that was about to spill.

"I'm sorry!" The waiter quickly held the tray steady and apologized to us quietly, "I'm really sorry."

"It's okay." Yuji touched the back of his head, looked around, and exclaimed: "Wow, there are really a lot of people here, it seems that business is very good."

"The food should be super delicious!" Wild Rose said excitedly, "This is my first time here."

"Yeah." Fushiguro Megumi said, "Gojo-sensei seems to like this shop quite a lot, but for some reason, he doesn't come here very often."

"It's probably because the queue is too long," the waiter said with a wry smile. "It's okay on weekdays, but on weekends the number of customers increases exponentially, and there's not enough staff, so it's even busier."

"Wow..." said Yuji, "It's worthy of being on the list."

"Then I'll go serve the food first." He bowed to us and thanked us again, "Thank you."

This little episode was soon forgotten by us.

After passing through the lobby on the first floor and the corridor on the second floor, we quickly reached the third floor.

There are only three private rooms here, and all of them are full.

The two rooms next to it were probably some company gathering or event, and the noise was quite loud.

Gojo Satoru reserved the innermost room.

He indeed used all the props he had bought to create the atmosphere. There were colorful flags hanging from the ceiling and a banner with his large and flamboyant calligraphy on it hung on the wall in front of him.

"Happy" is written on the left, "Glad" is written on the right, and there is a big "Happy" character in the middle.

As for Gojo Satoru himself... He was standing guard at the door, holding a spray gun in his left hand and a small speaker in his right hand. When we entered, he sprayed the gun above our heads and shouted, "Welcome."

Except for me who had no bottom line and was able to escape, the remaining three people were not spared.

And judging from the number of colored strips on the ground, this is not the first time Gojo Satoru has done this.

It’s strange that Principal Ye Moth didn’t beat him.

The box is very spacious, with two small round sandalwood tables placed side by side on both sides, with tea sets and tableware on them, probably used for storage.

Principal Ye Moth sat in the main seat on the left, and the table was full of adults.

Nanami, Shoko, Ijichi, Kusakabe, and probably me and Gojo Satoru.

On the other side are Maki, Yuji and the others.

Otsutsuki didn't sit down. At this moment, Gojo Satoru was holding his shoulder and said in a tone of introducing an actor or singer: "Next, let me introduce you to you, Otsutsuki Yuta, a sophomore student."

"He just completed a year of training abroad and returned successfully. Let us congratulate Youtai!"

"Uh..." Otsutsuki smiled politely but awkwardly, "Teacher, can I sit back down?"

"Eh..." Gojo Satoru said, "But I haven't introduced some of the first-year students to you yet!"

"No need..." Otsutsuki said weakly, "We already knew each other that day."

He also turned his gaze to me who had fooled him on the first day we met: "And this Miss Gojo, didn't we meet each other that day?"

"Alright, Wu." Principal Ye Moth finally spoke, "The dishes are almost all served, why don't you take a seat quickly!"

*

Basically, everyone just chatted for a while while eating.

The focus of Maki's table was basically on Yuta, and they asked a lot of questions about his experiences abroad.

As for our table...it completely turned into a meeting to denounce Gojo Satoru.

"Calling the student back home just to let him take the blame while you go out and have fun is too much!"

It can be seen that everyone is very resentful.

"Wu, you've been locked up in the prison for a long time, and now you're leaving just a few days after you got out." Ye Moth showed a look of disapproval, "Don't you think this is inappropriate?"

That’s right, I took a sip of my drink and nodded.

"And Yuta, that kid just returned home and doesn't know much about what's going on back home." Nanami said, "You should at least stay a few more days."

That's right, that's what we should say about him.

I took another sip.

"And you don't know when you'll be back." Glass asked, crossing her arms. "Where are you going that takes you so long?"

Yes, yes, I took another sip and continued to nod.

Why is this orange juice so delicious? It's sweet and a little intoxicating.

It would be great if they could convince Gojo Satoru to change his mind and stay.

What follows next is probably a plot where Gojo Satoru argues with a group of people and then is convinced by them... That's how it should have been.

But at this moment, he suddenly turned around.

"Wait, Kiri-chan." Gojo Satoru came up to me and sniffed lightly, "Is that a drink you're drinking now?"

"Yeah." I picked up the drink and shook it for Gojo Satoru to see. "I ordered freshly squeezed orange juice."

"No." He shook his head and said, "Although the taste is very light, it tastes like alcohol."

"?" I picked up the orange juice and smelled it carefully. It did have a faint smell of alcohol.

But I always thought it was coming from the drunkard who was sitting next to me...

At this moment, there was a burst of hurried footsteps at the door. It was the waiter who had just come up to serve drinks.

"Sorry!" he gasped, "The kitchen said that when making drinks, the order was mixed up and cocktails were accidentally added to orange juice. I wanted to ask if the customer is allergic to alcohol!"

"Did you add a lot of alcohol?" I asked.

"Only a little bit!" the waiter said quickly, "It was originally used to make orange juice, but because there were too many customers today, they added it by mistake... The store will be responsible for all the compensation!"

"........" Uh hehehe........making orange wine........

So there really is alcohol in it!!! Why didn’t I taste it when I took my first sip?

Could it be that I am used to drinking alcohol, so I subconsciously don’t take the alcohol seriously? !

“Kiri-chan, Kiri-chan!” Gojo Satoru waved his hand in front of me with a hint of worry, “Are you okay?!”

Everyone around me was staring at me...

"I think... I'm fine?" I said hesitantly, "Maybe it's because there's not much alcohol mixed in, so I feel fine-"

. . . . . .

next second.

My mind went blank.