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

Chapter 289 The World's Most Handsome Man

Note: This chapter is also two-in-one

On a weekday after Christmas, at 11 o'clock in the morning, there were two glasses of iced lime drinks on the table by the window in the Hilton Hotel restaurant.

I was sitting at the table, facing the partner I needed to deal with today, a difficult client who called himself "Fushiguro Shijiro".

In short, no matter how difficult the initial conversations were, I was able to push the entire process in the normal direction with my super stable emotions and strong professional level.

However, some people are unwilling to cooperate.

A gaze with an extremely strong presence pierced through the air, scanning my face almost like an X-ray, as if I was looking at a rare animal that existed before the extinction of the dinosaurs in the Cretaceous period.

"Mr. Fushiguro." I put down the documents in my hand. I tried to hold back, but finally decided to speak. I asked politely, "Excuse me, is there something on my face?"

"No." His tone was calm, his manners were polite and his sitting posture was upright, but the inquiring look in his eyes remained unchanged, and he continued to stare at me without blinking.

"Then why don't you even move your eyes?" I asked him numbly, "Have I offended you in any way?"

"Oh, this one," he said. "You look like someone I know."

What classic lines and dialogues! I unexpectedly encountered them today.

"Haha." I smiled awkwardly, "I see, what a coincidence."

If he dares to say next that I look like his ex-girlfriend, and that after we broke up, he was heartbroken and could hardly feel the taste of love, and only when he met me again today did his heart start beating again, that would be bullshit.

I swear, the glass of ice water on the table will definitely pour over him from head to toe, so that he can remember what it feels like to have an accelerated heartbeat.

"Maybe my sister." He rubbed his fingers twice and said to himself, "You look a bit like my sister."

"Sister?"

I relaxed my grip on the glass, took a sip, and then gently put it down. It's okay if she looks like my own sister, but maybe it's just a coincidence, not some random chat-up tactic.

"Maybe they are related." He put his hands on the table and seemed to be distracted for a while, then replied, "They look very similar."

No, is there a word like "possible" in paternity testing? Yes is yes, no is no, do you have a Schrodinger's sister?

"She looks like your sister." After silently counting the amount of three times my salary, the reimbursement from the company, and the upcoming vacation, I said calmly, "It's really an honor for me."

"No need to be grateful." Hearing my compliment, Fushiguro "Shin" did not show any joy, but said with a little disdain, "That guy is not a good guy either."

. . . . .

How do you expect me to respond when he says something like that?

You can almost see the air solidified between the two people, it's so awkward that it doesn't even flow.

It’s so hard to communicate with him.

It's completely like communicating with a rebellious AI that is designed to piss people off. How can you unplug it and make it crash?

"No matter how much you dislike him, you can't say such things." I advised, "If your sister heard such comments from her brother, she would be sad too."

"Will you be sad then?" he asked again suddenly.

I was taken aback.

"No." If this guy was my brother, and I happened to hear my brother say that I was a bad person, I would have the urge to rush to pull out the kitchen knife at home and get rid of the evil in the street.

"That's it." He looked away and waved his hand nonchalantly, "You're not sad, so why should she be sad?"

"what?"

Where is the logic? Where is the logic that if I am not sad, then she will not be sad either. Is that thing on your neck just for show? Your cerebral cortex is smooth, right?

Is the recent popular saying of mild mental retardation tailor-made for you? !

"She doesn't exist."

"How can a person not exist? Isn't this your sister?"

Damn it, is this the legendary Riddler? I can't understand a word he says.

“If it doesn’t exist, it doesn’t exist.” He continued to immerse himself in his own world, not realizing that I didn’t understand what he was saying. “It’s just a virtual character, you know, like the future.”

"It's Hatsune Miku." I couldn't help but remind him.

"Oh, Hatsune Miku." He nodded indifferently, "It's about like this."

"Some scenes occasionally flash through my mind, in which there is a girl who claims to be my sister." He took out a reddish-brown shell from his pocket and tossed it with an expression that seemed to be reminiscing. "I often beat her up for not listening to me."

".......Domestic violence?" You have to imagine a sister and beat him up. Are you sick?

I really should take him to the doctor who refused to let me go. This is true delusion, okay? No wonder your son let the dog bite you. You deserve it!

.......Wait, why am I so sure that it was his son who did it?

Never mind, that’s not the point.

"Not really," he said. "She beat me, too, and she beat me hard every time, so we're even."

No compensation, even worse, thank you.

"Come on, you are in the second dimension, you should understand."

No, I'm just a nerd. Why do you start speaking English when you disagree with me? And why do you make me sound like a big shot in the underworld?

"Ahahaha..." After two awkward laughs, I decided to change the subject to business. "Regarding the content of our company's cooperation with your company, I will explain it to you in detail in three parts. The first one........."

"That's what it is. You look alike." He squinted his eyes in thought, as if he was doubting something. "Is it a curse?"

Me: “............” This is what happens if you watch too many Jujutsu Kaisen battles.

The company's extremely high-level treatment, salary and benefits, etc., are more like compensation for mental damage than travel expenses!

It’s okay, it’s okay…After more than ten minutes of torture, I have adapted well like Xumala.

"The first part is about the performance and usage of the product. After a year of iteration, while optimizing the performance, we have added several new features that can..."

"no need."

After being interrupted for the third time, I clenched my hand holding the document suddenly.

I swear, if he starts talking about his fucking virtual sister and fucking interrupts me, I'm going to grab the back of his fucking hair and beat it over and over like the Hulk beats Loki until he's as fucking quiet and obedient as that fucking green potted plant by the door.

"No thanks." He picked up the contract, flipped through it twice in a very casual manner, barely even glanced at it, and signed his name in a flamboyant manner, "That's it."

I leaned over to take a look and saw what was written on it. It was completely incomprehensible.

"So Mr. Fushiguro, your name is Ki... Ki..."

"Didn't I tell you?" He glanced at me in confusion, "My name is Fushiguro Shinji."

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

OK, you want to play abstract with me, right? From today on, my name is Zenin Naohito, your uncle.

I will also change your son's name completely, even the surname, and just call him "Sun Grandpa".

Not only that, the two dogs also had to be renamed. One was called Wu Tiao Hei and the other was called Xia You Bai. It will make you so mad.

The above are all my frustrated fantasies when I faced the contract handed over by the man in front of me.

"Thank you for your cooperation." I forced a smile, stood up, shook his hand vigorously, and said, "It's a pleasure to work with you."

Anyway, the contract has been signed and I am finally free.

The next period of time will be completely and freely mine!

"Don't leave in a hurry." Fushiguro "Shin'er" spoke again, "I haven't seen many attractions in Kyoto. Can you be my tour guide and accompany me for a tour?"

"But I'm not a local." I said in bewilderment, "I haven't even been here a few times, how can I be your tour guide?"

"Don't you know how to look up guides online?" he said. "Why, even an old antique like me can do it, but you, a youngster, can't?"

What an old-fashioned thing.

After I get back, I will soak the hand that I held with him in 84 disinfectant from head to toe, wash and dry it, and then expose it to the sun for days to drive away the evil spirit... No, I'd better cut it off.

This guy is so annoying, I really want to kill him.

*

It is absolutely impossible to get rid of him.

Even after signing the contract, I still have to cooperate with them next year, and the final payment has not been paid yet... I am still the client.

I timidly took out my phone on the spot, entered the keywords, and started swiping across the page.

Tourist attractions in Kyoto... I should have started planning before leaving, including where to go, what to eat, where to rest, and what kind of specialties to bring back for my uncle, aunt, Natsume, and my colleagues.

I don't want to make excuses, but when I got home, my lazy nature suddenly overwhelmed my desire to travel.

After just two minutes of thinking, my attention was suddenly drawn to the anime series that I had not yet finished watching.

Isn’t this campus comedy about an inspirational girl who struggles her way from the countryside to the big city’s high school life more interesting than annoying route planning?

And then...I stayed up late to watch the anime, and nothing happened afterwards.

Now, I just want to go back in time and beat that lazy version of myself to death.

Fushiguro "Shinji" supported his head with his hands and just watched me look for scenic spots without saying a word. It was so embarrassing!

Kiyomizu Temple... is nearby, just a few steps away. Kinkakuji Temple, Tenryuji Temple, Kamigamo Shrine, Toji Temple... It's either a temple or a shrine!

I was already exhausted from visiting Sensō-ji Temple, and even met a strange monk in Gochuji Temple. I'm almost suffering from a psychological trauma. If I take this guy with me again, I won't be able to look directly at the word "temple" from now on.

"There is a river called Kamogawa, it looks pretty nice......"

"Okay, I'll listen to you." He didn't look like someone who was going to visit tourist attractions at all. "Then let's go."

*

I got a call from my boss.

"Suzuki!" he asked in a voice as if he had lost his parents, "are you still alive?"

"Still alive." Otherwise, was the person answering your call a ghost?

"You have all your limbs intact, right? You haven't been beaten, right?"

“.......intact.” Although that guy was annoying, spoke harshly and deserved a beating, had a mysterious appearance and a dislikeable personality, overall, he didn’t seem like someone who would easily start a fight.

After learning that I had secured the contract, my boss was almost in tears of gratitude and said that he would definitely treat me to the most luxurious sashimi set meal when I returned.

I was very touched and refused. The sushi was OK, but the sashimi was really unpalatable.

The distance from the Hilton Hotel to Kamogawa is three kilometers, and it takes less than half an hour to get there by train.

After getting off the bus, Fushiguro "Shinji" and I walked along the clear and wide river.

He always wore a dark grey mask tightly, covering the lower half of his face, leaving only a pair of dark green eyes exposed... Overall, he gave the impression of being a handsome guy with a great body.

However, it’s hard to say whether fitness bloggers who don’t show their faces on the Internet are generally inferior.

In winter, many people wear masks outdoors because of allergies, but it is rare to find someone like him who never takes off his mask even when meeting indoors and doesn't even drink a sip of water.

But it's no good asking directly. Maybe it's because he has suffered some injuries on his face and left scars, so he chooses not to show his true face.

If I point it out loudly, I might hurt other people's pain points...even though he doesn't look like a person with any hidden pain.

"Curious why I always wear a mask?" He suddenly turned around, raised an eyebrow and asked, "Want to know why I always wear it?"

"No." I said with a wry smile, "I'm not a very curious person."

He stared at me meaningfully and remained silent.

"Well, there is a little bit," I said unconvinced, "but it's only a tiny bit, and it doesn't matter if you don't mention it."

"I've had the flu lately." Fushiguro "Shin'er" retracted his gaze and said nonchalantly, "The doctor said it's contagious, so it's best not to take off the mask casually."

“But that’s not the main reason.”

Wow... I sound like the kind of person who doesn't care about other people's life or death, but I can unexpectedly do something useful?

But the next second, he completely broke the image he had just established.

"The main reason is that I'm too handsome."

"......ah?"

"After I reveal my true identity, many men and women will fall in love with me. It's very troublesome to line up to jump into the river after failing to get them." He clicked his tongue and said with disdain, "You don't get paid."

What a piece of crap, who would give you money?

The last time I saw someone so narcissistic was last time.

"You do not believe?"

"Do you need me to take it off and show it to you?"

And you also infected me with the flu, right? Will you compensate me for the medical expenses, transportation costs, lost work time, and mental damage?

"I believe it, I believe it." I shrank my neck, lowered half of my head under my collar, and said awkwardly, "You are the most handsome man in the world, okay?"