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

Chapter 375 Exchange Meeting Individual Competition - Prize

Note: This chapter is two chapters in one

Kamo Kenji wanted to stay and say something, but looking at his expression, it seemed that he would not give up until I beat him up.

At this moment, Shen Er came over and said impatiently: "Hey, you little brats, why are you staying here instead of going to the competition?"

"Just for show?"

He was wearing a black teacher's uniform today, with spiral buttons on the collar and the corners of his scarred mouth were flattened. At first glance, he did look quite oppressive.

Kamo Kenji was stunned for a moment by his fright.

Zenin Shinei and Nishimiya Tao looked at each other, then immediately stepped forward, pulling him towards the competition venue with their left and right hands.

"I'm sorry." Mayi said, "Then we'll drag him to the competition first, Master of the Family."

This was the opportunity I seized.

"Yo~" I imitated his ambiguous tone yesterday and said in a pretentious tone, "Great, it's the head of the family~"

"Yes, it's me." It would take half a year to peel off the skin of Shen'er's face to make knife-cut noodles. He was completely unmoved by such yin and yang. He found a chair and sat down, saying leisurely, "I'm not going to look for your Onii-chan?"

"hehe."

I sneered twice, turned my head away, and didn't want to pay any attention to him at all.

Then he began to talk again to himself.

"Shouldn't you be thankful that I didn't record it?" He raised his chin slightly and said with interest, "Otherwise I could have sold it for a good price."

"Do you think everyone is as boring as you?" I rolled my eyes and said speechlessly, "Don't even mention that such a recording doesn't exist. Even if it does exist, it can't be sold at a high price. Who would buy it?"

"Are you sure they won't?" He raised his eyebrows, pointed in the direction of Gojo Satoru and the others, and curled the corners of his lips.

The halftime break of the baseball game over there was over. Gojo Satoru took out two big fireworks from somewhere, and started singing and dancing to cheer for Fushiguro Megumi. He even forced Nanami and Haibara to join in, causing Meowgumi to cover her eyes and turn away in shame.

And Geto Suguru...is not much better.

He summoned two cursed spirits, and then pulled out a huge banner in the sky above the high school, on which was played a scrolling message: Go Yuji Itadori! Go Fushiguro Megumi! Go Kugisaki Nobara!...

The scene on the playing field was lively for a while.

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

No, can’t we really find a normal person to be a teacher?

"Since you think it's impossible, then I'll give it a try." Shen Er took out a recorder about the size of a pen from his pocket and twisted it between his fingers with interest. "Do you think anyone would buy it if it's priced at one million?"

I stared at the recorder that suddenly appeared in his hand and narrowed my eyes dangerously.

It is known that Fushiguro Shige is a gambler with deep scheming.

I also know that this man is smooth-talking, cunning, and treacherous.

Finally, when I found him yesterday, he was not wearing this set of clothes at all, but the black tights and loose wide-leg pants he wore when he was killed instantly by Brother Du Zun. There was not even a pocket. Did Chou Bao spit it out? Where did he put his recorder?

In summary.

"I don't believe it." I stared at the recorder in his hand and said expressionlessly, "You are deceiving me."

"It's great that you think so." He whistled, turned the pen flower with ease, put the recorder lightly into his pocket, and without saying anything more, turned around and walked to the other end.

Three seconds later.

When he felt the blow coming from behind, Fushiguro Shier quickly dodged his head, turned around, and snorted as he took the blow: "Didn't you say you don't believe my recording? Then what are you doing?"

"I'm beating you." I waved my fist unceremoniously and said bluntly, "Why, can't you see?"

I've been feeling so angry since yesterday that even playing games isn't enough for me. How can I not let it out?

But... having said that, after traveling back to the Curse Time, my temper has become more and more violent. I would roll up my sleeves and beat people at the slightest provocation, and I am completely different from the confident and selfless person I used to be.

Well, it's definitely not my fault.

It must be said that although Shen'er has been the head of the family, a teacher, and the father of two children in recent years, he can also start a company with Kong Shiyu in his spare time, and his physical training has not been neglected at all.

Compared to the second round, I have improved a lot.

If I still used Shinji's body, I would probably have to serve as a human cushion for him again.

but......

Following his force, I bent my waist backwards with force, then raised my head and extended my index finger, releasing the Ryomen Sukuna technique at a very tricky angle.

The slash brushed past his thigh and flew out, breaking the recorder in two while also leaving a round hole on the edge of Shen'er's trousers that was about the size of the bottom of a thermos bottle.

. . . . . . .

He withdrew his hand and lowered his head with no facial expression.

At this moment, a gust of wind blew and blew away the piece of cloth that fell on the ground.

There was a bulge at the opening of his trousers, and at first glance, it looked as if the black man had suddenly lent him his legs.

"Hey." His face was dark, and his voice was gnashing with teeth. "I spent two hundred thousand on that recorder."

But you deserve it.

"Pfft."

I didn't hear what he said at all. I took two steps back, covering my mouth. My whole face from the neck upwards turned redder than pig liver. I couldn't stop laughing and almost couldn't breathe.

“Hahahahaha….Shin’er, your pants, hahahahaha….”

Then his face became even darker.

After squatting down and picking up the recorder that was broken into two halves, he grabbed the back of my collar with his other hand and lifted me up by the neck.

"What do you want to do?" I asked with a smile.

"Go find the scissors," he deadpanned, "and then do what you did."

“Wait, don’t be so stingy, hahahahaha…” I was still laughing to death, holding my stomach and admonishing him, “After all, no one saw it. Everyone’s attention is not on you right now.”

However, at this moment, Gojo Satoru and Geto Xiayou were discussing something, and suddenly the two of them dragged Fushiguro Megumi over and shouted as they ran: "Yushin-chan~"

"Yushin-chan." Gojo Satoru ran towards me happily, "We have something to tell you..."

The moment he saw Shen'er's pants, his pace decisively became faster. When he walked in front of me, he showed the same expression as I did just now.

The guy pointed at the hole that revealed the skin of his thigh and laughed loudly, "Fushiguro Shier, what new kind of ripped jeans are these? Hahahaha, I'm dying of laughter, hahahaha..."

"If you're short of pants, I can lend them to you. There's no need to torture yourself like this, hahahaha!"

Geto Xiayou walked a little slower, one meter behind Gojo Satoru. When he saw the situation here, his fox eyes couldn't help but bend, with a look of gloating.

As for Fushiguro Megumi, who was pulled over forcibly, he was now looking up at the sky, looking like he didn't want to acknowledge his father.

Wow, that's so embarrassing, being seen by my own son.

"Tsk." He let go and threw me to the ground, lowering his head and saying grimly, "I'll deal with you later."

“Tsk~” I whispered back, “It’s hard to say who will take care of whom.”

Shen Er ignored me, turned around, crossed his arms, glanced at Gojo Satoru, and asked, "What are you doing here?"

"Hahahaha..." Gojo Satoru was just busy laughing and had no intention of responding at all.

It was Xiayou Jie who pushed Fushiguro Hui's shoulder, coughed twice, and said, "You go and tell him."

Fushiguro Megumi reluctantly stepped forward and said to Fushiguro Shigeki, "Gojo-sensei and his team are going to hold a teacher exchange meeting this afternoon. Would you like to participate?"

"Oh, I won't participate." Shen Er answered without thinking.

"Got it." Fushiguro Megumi nodded, turned around and wanted to leave.

Then I was stopped by Xia Youjie. He pressed Megumi's shoulder, turned around with a smile, and asked me: "What about Youxin, do you want to join us? We don't have enough people."

"Eh? Me?" I pointed at my face and asked, "Why are you asking me to attend a teacher exchange meeting?"

"Also, you guys actually do this kind of thing?"

"Well... there weren't any in previous years." Xia Youjie waved his hands helplessly and explained, "But Wu just now said that only students have them and teachers don't, which is a bit unfair. The principal was helpless, so he said let him be."

"It's just a way for everyone to relax, it's not very formal." He smiled and said, "Besides, you basically didn't participate in any activities these two days. We also want you to feel a little bit involved."

"I see..." I asked, "So what sports do you play?"

"badminton."

Wow, it’s badminton, which is exactly what I am good at.

"But if it's badminton, two people can play it, right?" I asked in confusion, "Why do you say there aren't enough people?"

Geto Suguru, Gojo Satoru, Nozomi, Utahime, Haibara, and Nanami, there are six people now.

"Because we got the doubles badminton." Fushiguro Megumi added, "Utahime-sensei dragged Miss Ieiri to compete with Mr. Haibara and Mr. Nanami, and completely left them aside."

"That's because the Utaha is too weak." Gojo Satoru curled his lips and waved his hands, saying, "You clearly don't dare to be my opponent, but you still pretend to despise us."

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

Ah this, Gojo Satoru really deserves a beating. Also, she really just dislikes it, don't get me wrong.

"So you come to ask me." Shen Er narrowed his eyes and said without interest.

"It's really boring. There's not even any prize."

"You still want a prize?" Hui's eyebrows were deeply furrowed. "What prize do you want?"

Shen Er crossed his arms and said nothing.

As expected of a veteran gambler, he was not allowed to sit at the gambling table, but he actually tried his best in this regard.

"How about this." Xia Youjie thought for a moment and suggested with a smile, "Two teams, the winner can make a request to the loser, how about that?"

"Wait." My eyes lit up and I asked with a little excitement, "Can I ask for anything?"

"It shouldn't be allowed to violate public order and morality or the law, but it can't be said to be too extreme."

"Oh." I nodded, then turned my head and said, rubbing my hands eagerly, "Shen Er, why don't we try to join in?"

"If you win, you can set conditions for them."

"You are so confident?" He looked at me in confusion, "Aren't you afraid of losing?"

"I'm scared." I widened my eyes, but pouted, "But the reward is very tempting."

"Have you figured out what you want now?" Shen'er asked in surprise.

"Yeah." I nodded and was about to speak, then turned around and asked, "By the way, Jie, do you have any limit on the amount?"

"Emm..." Xia Youjie's smile was a little forced. He replied, "Youxin, why are you asking this?"

"If there are no restrictions..." I said, "then my request is that you two respectfully return the money I spent on building the school twice."

That was the hard-earned money I earned from fighting cursed spirits, these two bastards.

Even though I broke it because of my own impulse, I was still very angry. Even though the singer said she would dispel the rumor for me, to this day, there is still a rumor in the Jujutsu world that I failed to pursue Gojo Satoru and turned love into hatred and chopped people down.

They've all started calling me "that woman" now!

"Eh... it's just money." Gojo Satoru was a little disappointed when he heard me say that. He muttered softly, "Money is nothing special, Yuxin-chan, at least you should think of something interesting."

How much more fun do you want? Is it really that fun to let you be a dog? ! I don’t want it.

However, even the money-grubber said with disdain: "Look at what you have accomplished."

"What are you doing?" I exploded, squinting my eyes and said with disdain, "Isn't it time for you to sell your son for 1 billion?"

Meegumi beside him: "........Sister Youxin, I'm still standing here."

"...Guomea." My voice dropped instantly, and I said with a guilty look in my eyes, "I forgot."

"Tsk." Shen Er pointed at me with disdain and said, "If you want to compete, fine. But I don't want to be on the same team with her. You two can just find someone to team up with her. I want to be on the opposite side of her."

"Hey, you despise me so much!" I raised my voice in dissatisfaction, "I'm not worse than them!"

You know, when I was a student, I basically never lost in playing badminton, and the same goes for tennis. I was not afraid even in a round-robin match.

The anime only showed scenes of Geto Suguru and Gojo Satoru playing basketball. I guess no matter what, his experience is not more than mine.

No matter how you look at it, I have a better chance of winning.

"Then I don't care." He said disdainfully.

"Youxin, it's like this." Xiayou Jie smiled with narrowed eyes and said gently, "It's not us who will be teammates. We have to draw lots."

"Eh?"

"Look if you don't believe me." Gojo Satoru pointed at the four-person basketball team that was already practicing, "Glass and Nanami are on the same team, and they're not with the Utahime."

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

"All right then." Shen Er shrugged indifferently, turned around and said, "Then it's settled."

"So where are you going now?"

"I'm going to go change these damn pants." He turned around unhappily and asked in a long tone, "Or are you going to let me go like this?"

That's definitely not possible.

I suppressed my smile, waved at him and said, "Why don't you just bear with it, life will pass quickly."