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

Chapter 156 Will I be fired? . . . . . . .

I seemed to be in a daze for a long time, and when I came back to my senses, I was still a little dazed.

"Sayuri-chan~Sayuri-chan~" My friend's funny voice sounded, and I focused my eyes. From a very close distance, I saw a dark brown finger held in her hand, dangling in front of me.

"Wow!" I was shocked and stood up quickly. "What the hell is this thing... Ryomen Sukuna's finger?"

"It's very delicate, isn't it?" She put it in her mouth, crunched it, and said, "The crust is chocolate, and the inside is cookie crumbs. It smells super good!"

"Where did it come from?" I asked in confusion, "Did any teacher send this material?"

"No." She pointed to a small stall at the entrance of the convention and said, "It's sold over there. There are so many people lining up. It's ridiculous. I waited for a long time before I could buy it."

"Try it and see if it tastes good." She pointed to a basket of fingers on the table and looked at me expectantly, "I want to see Fushiguro Shino eat two-sided Sukuna fingers."

I counted them and found that I bought twenty in total!

You are really obsessed with restoring the settings!

"Okay." I sighed, picked up a finger, chewed it twice and swallowed it. Then, I closed my eyes dramatically, and when I opened them, I showed a arrogant smile.

"Is that me you summoned? Human."

"It's me, it's me." She pointed at herself excitedly, "Hello, Sukuna-sama."

"Why did you summon me?"

"These are the people." She took out a Death Note with a long list of names written on it and said excitedly, "Please go and kill them all."

I took a closer look.

A cartoonist who doesn't behave like a human being and always stops publishing, a writer who has a bad ending, two clients, a boss, two colleagues...

"Wow, you hate so many people."

"Hey, you sound like you're sunny."

She slapped the notebook on my head in dissatisfaction, almost knocking the wig off, "Ooc, two piles of plain noodles."

"It's Ryoumen Sukuna," I retorted.

"If they're ooc, they won't be." She snorted, "Go kill them all."

"Is it not OOC for a Kunikida like you to hold the Death Note?..."

As her eyes grew wider and wider, my whispering became weaker and weaker.

“Ahem… Then I’ll grant your wish, human.” I had no choice but to continue acting. I stretched out my hands, formed seals, and shouted, “Expand the field… Subdue the demon…”

"Ah...um...two teachers, you are cosplaying as Fushiguro Shinobu and Kunikida, right..." another person's voice suddenly came from the side.

I turned my head and saw a cosplayer of the real Ryomen Sukuna standing on the side, smiling politely but stiffly, "Actually, I've been here for a long time..."

"I just wanted to ask, can we do a stamp collection?"

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We looked at each other.

So embarrassing, I seem to have seen his mental activities from his eyes:

Who in my family understands? I was just cosplaying as Ryomen Sukuna, and when I turned around, I saw Fushiguro Shinobu eating his fingers, and he was actually stealing the show from me in this area.

After the filming, I felt numb all over.

My friend is also confused.

"I was seen having a Chuunibyou moment." She leaned weakly on my shoulder, whining, "Tell me, what's the difference between this and shouting in the street that I'm a fool."

“Uh hehehe…”

I tried to comfort her: "The difference is that now, he is the only one who knows that we are fools. If we shout in the street, everyone in the street will know that we are fools."

*

After I crushed my thermos, broke a wrench, and smashed the floor tiles of the Metropolitan Police Department last time, I seem to have finally been able to control this strange power in my body.

But something even stranger happened to me.

First of all, there was a strangely shaped blue conch and... a slime keychain that appeared in the house out of nowhere.

When I touched it, I felt a sense of sadness, but I had no recollection of when I bought it.

This can barely be explained by the mental disorder and memory confusion at work.

But my senses and reaction speed suddenly became extremely sensitive.

It's like the Flash running at triple speed.

Often, before others have time to react, I am already standing there.

It’s not that I’m not an expert in martial arts or in agility, but sometimes my body starts moving before my consciousness has caught up, which always gives people a weird and inhuman feeling.

Like this morning at the company.

A female colleague was standing at the stairs and was about to fall.

When she leaned back only a dozen degrees, my brain had already predicted the serious consequence that she would fall and hit the back of her head and would have to be sent to the hospital.

So before she even realized it, I rushed up to her, climbed several flights of stairs, and picked her up like a princess.

Logically speaking, it's totally fine for a girl to carry another girl in a princess carry, right?

If I see someone about to fall and I rush forward to help, that is also a good deed, right?

So where exactly is the problem?

The problem was, there was a man standing next to her.

Because my movement was too big, his hair was lifted up at that moment.

A ball of soft, thick black wig flew three meters away and fell at the stairs.

The shiny top of his head was revealed.

Now everyone's eyes were focused here, or to be more precise, on his head.

It is no exaggeration to say that the hall was brighter because of the light reflected from the bald head, almost blinding everyone's eyes.

For a moment, I didn't even know what to do.

What’s worse is that this bald man is my immediate boss.

I didn't know where to look at him, and I didn't know where to look at me either.

He walked to the wig with his hands and feet, picked it up, and put it on his head as if nothing had happened.

"that......."

"what?"

I pointed at his head and said carefully, "You're wearing it backwards."

He took a deep breath, turned the wig around, and put it back in the correct position.

"Suzuki, come to my office later."

It's over. I'm going to be fired and go home to be a vagrant, and from then on I'll degenerate into a complete stay-at-home.

Maybe he will stay up late playing games, watching anime, reading novels, eating junk food, having a disordered sleep and rest schedule, gaining 20 pounds, and finally dying tragically in his own house. His body will not be carried away until it starts to stink and the neighbors find it and call the police.

Hiss.....Thinking carefully, apart from the second half, the first half of life seems to be pretty good...

And my health is pretty good, so I won't die that easily...

"Suzuki!" My female colleague rushed over to me with tears in her eyes, hugged my shoulders and said, "Thank you, if it weren't for you, I would be dead."

"I will definitely repay you in the future. I don't mind working like a slave or even being your girlfriend."

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

"There is no need to be a slave."

"That girlfriend......."

"No need for a girlfriend!"

Don't say you can be someone's girlfriend just because they saved you.

This is how your money was scammed!

I refused her food and gifts with a headache, and returned to my desk to think about how to leave in a decent manner.

Although I haven’t wanted to attend this crappy class for a long time, I’m still short of a lot of money to open a store! ! ! ! !