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

Chapter 202 So, Thank You

The moment the effect of the Prison Gate Technique disappeared, it felt very magical.

The power that had been deprived of flowed back inch by inch into the blood vessels that used the cursed power, filling the fingertips of each finger.

It was as if a half-dried-up lake was now filled with gurgling, non-stop flowing water.

This is probably what it feels like when the shriveled fruits on the branches of trees grow flesh and become plump and full, and when the cracks are pieced together and become whole again.

Even though I only got back half of my power, it's still like this.

Not to mention Gojo Satoru, who lost control and all his spell power for eighteen days.

He put away the small box at the prison gate, and immediately caused a stir in the technical college.

The flying dust, the rumbling of the woods behind the mountain, the flashing blue cursed energy, the only thing to be thankful for was that he didn't mess with the buildings.

However, accompanied by such rampant laughter of “Hahahahaha…”, it still makes people dream back to the young man who once shouted “I am the only one in the world.”

It just so happened that Fushiguro Shigeki was also present, so all the elements were complete.

The news of Gojo Satoru's unsealing spread throughout the entire school immediately. The playground, which originally had only a few people, was now gradually filled with people.

Principal Noctua, Kusakabe, Ichichi, Nanami, Glass, Aiming, Maki, Inumaki...

A group of people were walking towards here one after another. Some of them probably had something to say, and as for the others... when they looked up, they saw a white-haired man going crazy. It would be hard not to come and see what was going on.

"Boom..." Another grove of trees fell down.

"Satoru!" This was Principal Ye Moth who was dragged into the sky by Gojo Satoru, flew a long distance at high speed, and roared angrily.

"Hehehe..." This is Gojo Satoru who was hit on the back of the head but was still in an excited and crazy state.

The next second after I let go of Principal Yemo, this guy came towards me.

"Mist-chan!"

His pale blue eyes were shining with joy. He held my wrist and walked towards the door excitedly: "Let's go."

"Wait." I pulled him back and asked, not knowing what was going on. "Where are you going?"

"Go to the General Office," he said matter-of-factly, "and pick two lucky old fogies at random and beat them up."

Lucky old antique...you are such a genius at naming.

My heart fluttered for three seconds, then I blinked and dragged him back: "Forget it."

"This is too much trouble." I complained, "Last time I just beat up one kid, and Principal Night Moth scolded me for a long time!"

If I hadn't been able to fool him by making jokes, I would have even thought he wanted me to write a self-criticism.

But what a joke! From the time I was born to the present day, I have never written a self-criticism!

“Eh…” Gojo Satoru shook his head reluctantly, “Who cares what he does.”

When he said this, the physical distance between Principal Yemo and us was only about 30 centimeters, which was enough for him to hear our conversation clearly.

"Satoru!" The principal was really angry. "Can you please be quiet for a moment!"

Seeing that the next punch to the back of my head was already on its way, Gojo Satoru quickly grabbed me and jumped behind Nanami who had just walked nearby.

He put his arm around Nanami's shoulders, poked his head out and said cheerfully, "Principal, for Nana Ming's sake, please let me go."

I quickly withdrew my hand, pretended to be unfamiliar with Gojo Satoru, took two steps to the side, and even coughed lightly as a reminder.

For God's sake, Gojo Satoru, you'd better run away quickly. Don't you see that Nanami in front of you also looks like she wants to beat you to death?

"Mr. Gojo!" Ijichi's timely appearance saved the group from a major brawl that was about to happen.

He came trotting over, carrying a pile of thick documents.

Judging from the number of documents on hand and the haggard look on his face, he probably worked overtime for a long time last night.

"It's great to see you out again!" Yijizhi said excitedly, "Everyone is looking forward to this day."

"Teacher Gojo!"

"Mr. Gojo."

"tuna."

"Satoru."

There were students, teachers, and some assistant supervisors and people sent from the general management department, who probably rushed over after receiving the news.

I took two steps back to make more space.

A group of people rushed over, surrounded Gojo Satoru and surrounded him in the middle. Everyone looked like they had a lot to say.

There are so many things waiting to be dealt with right after I came out... Being the strongest is really hard.

I chuckled, twisted my neck to stretch my joints, and stretched my body with my fists clenched.

Glass was standing a little to the side, wearing a white coat and with an unburned cigarette between his fingertips.

I saw her from a distance, she looked at me and walked towards me.

"Wist," she greeted, "How have you been lately?"

For about seven or eight days, Glass and I didn't see each other.

She is the only school doctor of the technical high school. To put it in a broader sense, she is also the only sorcerer who can use reversal techniques for treatment. She often needs to reverse her day and night, and she rarely goes out.

As for me, let alone.

As the only "special grade" who can still be used, he either takes over Gojo Satoru's classes or goes out to perform some more difficult tasks.

In this sense, it is normal not to meet so frequently.

But her greeting sounded a bit strange. Wasn't I standing in front of her perfectly fine?

My face is rosy and I look full of energy. Although I'm not as energetic as Yuji, it's good enough that I can still be so energetic with Gojo Satoru often making meaningless noise around me.

"It's fine," I replied. "No problem."

On the contrary, it was Glass's dark circles that seemed to be a little heavier. In fact, she should be the one who needed attention.

"Glass..." I paused for two seconds, hesitated, but still asked, "Are you okay?"

"Why are you hesitating so much?" She laughed, lit the cigarette in her hand, and put it on the trash can to twist it off. "Isn't it just about Jay's thing?"

"Don't worry." She said casually, "I've been prepared from the beginning."

Although he said that, the corners of his mouth curled up, but there was no smile in his eyes.

Yeah, I was prepared from the beginning.

This is not the first time I have seen my former companions in the morgue.

She was ready for it.

My throat feels so astringent and dry, as if there is a stone stuck in it.

"Even so." I couldn't help but say, "Even so, it will still be very hard."

“Everyone standing in front of you.” She pointed behind her, then back at me, “Even yourself. Everyone’s having a hard time, isn’t it?”

"Even though it is like this..."

"Kiri-chan." Nitro threw away the cigarette butt, "It seems that there are still big differences between boys and girls."

"That guy would never say anything like that."

"So, thank you."