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

Chapter 155 Postscript

On the first day of school, Megumi Fushiguro finally remembered the release ceremony that had not yet been held.

So we decided to organize an autumn outing on the weekend three days later, where parents would take their children to the river for a picnic and release carp.

Each child can be accompanied by two parents, but he currently has only one at home.

There were wisps of smoke rising all around. Many children were running around the river, picking up pebbles from the riverbed to play with, and cheerful laughter could be heard from time to time.

The atmosphere on this side seemed even more silent.

The father and son sat by the river, looking at each other with disgust.

"Normally, there would be someone who would act as a peacemaker."

Fushiguro Shiji: "But now she's gone, so just be patient."

"Don't make it sound like she's dead." Fushiguro Megumi frowned in dissatisfaction, "Aunt just went to another world."

"Tsk." Fushiguro Shige'er scratched his hair and said irritably, "Before, everyone said that I was dead, but now you are defending her."

"Also, if you tell anyone what you just said, they will think that the place she went to is called heaven."

Fushiguro Megumi: “….”

He simply ignored Fushiguro Shier, opened the bulging little schoolbag, reached in to explore, but found nothing.

"What's wrong?" Noticing the panic on his face, Fushiguro asked, "Did you forget to bring something?"

"The conch shell I gave to my aunt is gone." He bit his lip and said in a low voice with his head down, "The blue one."

"........"

The little kid is really hard to appease.

Fushiguro Shier walked up to him, rubbed his sea urchin-like head, and said, "Don't cry, maybe the conch went with her."

“…I’m not crying!”

*

There was a hot and muggy rain in the evening.

The torrential rain pounded down wetly, but it failed to sweep away the rising temperature and the irritating chirping of cicadas.

Ieiri Shoko was sitting at the bar of a tavern.

There were very few customers tonight, and she was the only one sitting on a high stool, ordering a Mojito.

Ice, lime, mint, light rum.

I don't know when it started, but she began to prefer this kind of wine that tastes sour but has a hint of fragrance.

It always reminds me of the breeze blowing gently across my cheeks and the faint scent of freesia on a summer afternoon.

Like a fleeting hug.

A string of small wind chimes is installed at the entrance and exit, which will tinkle when a guest comes in or leaves.

She looked over when she heard the sound and saw two of her classmates walking in.

Their clothes were clean and tidy, their hair was not matted, but they smelled damp, as if they had just met the legendary Rain Girl at the station.

What rare visitors! They never come to places like this normally.

Especially Gojo Satoru, he wouldn't even drink a drop of alcohol.

"Boss, give me a drink." He paused, obviously not knowing what kind of drink to order in a pub.

Ieiri Naoko looked over the menu for a while, and finally chose one. "Give him a Pina Colada."

"It doesn't contain any alcohol." Ieiri Naoko patted the menu, "So that you don't accidentally destroy the world after getting drunk."

"In your heart, how unreliable am I?" Gojo Satoru muttered as he sat on the chair, as if holding a small object in his hand.

Ieiri Naoko ignored him and turned to look at Geto Suguru, "Geto, what would you like to drink?"

"Me." Xia Youjie followed her line of sight, glanced at the menu, and said, "Then I'll have a Negroni."

The spicy, bitter-tasting cocktail certainly seems like the drink this guy would choose.

"Tell me." She asked calmly, "Why did you come here today?"

"I went to Roppongi." Xia Yujie smiled and said, "It just so happens that there is no mission today, so Wu suggested that we go shopping here."

Gojo Satoru was lying on the bar, his face tilted to the side, looking at the drinks brought to him by the bartender.

Drops of water slid down the glass, but he remained motionless.

"Are you going to get the little doll left by the Zen master?" She took a sip of wine and asked casually.

"Yeah, that's right." Gojo Satoru showed her the keychain in his hand, "This is it."

The Q version of Gojo Satoru sat on the ground obediently, biting a piece of Kikufuku, looking happy and satisfied.

Ieiri Naoko stared at it for a few seconds and praised, "Your craftsmanship is excellent. It seems that it is indeed worth waiting for."

"Where's Jay's?"

Xia Youjie shook his head. "When we went there today, the store was closed. The boss asked the owner of the store next door to give us the keychain."

"......So, my drawing was not sent out." His expression was calm and his voice was level.

It was hidden so well that almost no emotion could be detected.

"I see." Ieiri Naoko stirred the ice with a spoon, "Is business bad?"

"Business is good."

"OK then."

She said, "Many times, things are like this: unfinished movies, music that stops abruptly, stories that don't have time to tell."

"Used to it."

"...What if I don't want to get used to it?" Gojo Satoru sat up straight and asked this question.

"It's okay." Ieiri Naoko said, "Even if you don't want to get used to it, you will get used to it in the end."

"Otherwise, why do you think a miracle is called a miracle?"

*

After school, it was almost dusk.

Yuta Otsutsuki was wearing a light yellow sweatshirt and standing on the side of the road with a schoolbag on his back. He was waiting for his childhood sweetheart, Rika Kimoto.

Rika was wearing a light blue dress today with a white bow at the neckline.

Seeing him, Rika's expression brightened and she ran towards him from the other side of the street.

At the same time, a car came rushing over and was about to hit the girl.

"Rika.......!" Yuta Otsutsukota widened his eyes and shouted her name loudly.

A man suddenly appeared in front of him, holding a chain in his hand, and forcibly grabbed the yellow vehicle with an inhuman strength.

The car's shell was scratched and twisted, the glass was shattered, the tires were broken, and the entire car was almost scrapped.

The wheel was only five centimeters away from Rika Kimoto's head.

"Rika, are you okay?" Yuta Otsutsuka immediately ran over and helped Rika Inori who fell to the ground.

"Youta..." She shook her head in shock, "So...so scary..."

There was chaos all around. The driver ran out of the car, looked them up and down, and then started making anxious phone calls.

Many people also gathered around and pointed at the vehicle.

The man was wearing a black short-sleeved shirt and white trousers and had a muscular figure.

He has a handsome appearance, but the most noticeable thing about him is the scar at the corner of his mouth.

He stood in the crowd, glanced back nonchalantly, and then prepared to leave.

Before leaving, Yuta Okkotsu seemed to hear his mumbling.

"They've all left, and you still want me to protect a little kid. Really..."