[Curse Return] How can a sorcerer not be crazy?

Unfortunately, his fantasy was shattered once again.

She said "good night" and went straight to the guest room to sleep.

What? It turns out that their relationship is not what he imagined.

Gojo Satoru had no intention of offending anyone, but obediently returned to his bedroom and closed his eyes.

Sleeping in a dream is indeed a novel experience.

Even though there was a wall between them, he seemed to be able to hear her shallow breathing in the darkness.

Or maybe it was just his imagination, he could even smell the crisp aroma of snow weighing down pine branches.

Although it was a soothing and relaxing smell, his heart became more anxious and beating.

You can see it but you can’t touch it, and if you touch it you are not allowed to eat it... and if you eat it you are not allowed to swallow it.

——How can this be true?

Why should he endure such torture?

"jingle--"

After regaining his consciousness, Gojo Satoru once again looked outside the dessert shop's door.

The girl was wearing a light green satin dress, the cheongsam-like cut of which outlined her beautiful figure.

Perhaps because of the hot weather, her long black hair was tied diagonally behind her head with a plain jade hairpin.

He opened a large black umbrella and hurried out.

The sky was extremely gloomy, and heavy rain was pouring down on the ground. The splashing rain looked like transparent butterflies flapping their wings, ready to fly.

Gojo Satoru lowered his eyes, and after a few breaths, he seemed to have finally made a decision and suddenly opened the car door.

He said to the driver, "I have something to do, don't worry about me," and followed the girl in the direction she left.

Huai Liang cursed the damn rainy day and felt that it was absolutely stupid for him to work in a dessert shop when he had billions of dollars in wealth.

It's really hard to endure it!

If she wasn't trying to create a character of "working hard to treat PTSD trauma" and following the treatment plan of "doctor's advice to leave the familiar environment and interact with more different people", she wouldn't work.

Although I did learn a lot of dessert-making tips, I can go home and make them for those two little kids when I have free time.

You can't park for long periods of time outside the dessert shop where you work, so after get off work Huai Liang has to cross two alleys that branch off the current block to reach the nearest parking lot.

"My...head..."

"Hair...hair...in..."

When Huai Liang heard the strange yet familiar curse of the spirit, he did not care.

This summer is particularly hot, and non-magicians are more likely to develop negative emotions. When she goes out, she has seen more than a dozen strange and bizarre cursed spirits.

However, this animal seems to have an obsession with "hair". Could it be that this obsession is formed by the resentment of the social animals who work overtime and face the gradually receding hairline?

Forget it, she is just an ordinary person now, just pretend not to see or hear anything and ignore them.

But just as she was thinking this, a huge force came from behind and pushed her against the wall.

If it weren't for her quick reaction, she would have probably scraped the skin on her elbow.

Just as she was about to turn around and let this ungrateful cursed spirit taste her power, a tall and slender figure quickly walked over.

He grabbed the head of the cursed spirit that was making a "babbling" sound, pulled it hard, and threw it to the ground like a ball.

Because he had carried out the work without limit, his palm was not stained with even a trace of the filth of the cursed spirit. He breathed a sigh of relief, and his cobalt blue eyes swept across Huai's surprised face: "Are you okay?"

Huailiang picked up the fallen umbrella from the ground, and after a while, the rain wet her hair.

Pushing a strand of black hair stuck to her temples behind her ear, she smiled at Gojo Satoru and said, "Thank you, Gojo-kun. You really gave me a scare just now."

A few drops of transparent rain fell on her fair and soft neck, and one could even see the slightly protruding blue blood vessels.

Gojo Satoru's Adam's apple rolled a few times, and he felt a faint itch coming from his fingertips.

He couldn't help but wonder if he could feel her beating pulse and the warm blood flowing in her veins if he touched her.

"Ha, I just happened to run into you when I passed by here."

Gojo Satoru shifted his gaze towards the body of the cursed spirit lying on the ground, and found that it actually had the strength of a quasi-first-level level.

"Liang-san seems to be particularly popular with cursed spirits."

Huailiang showed a helpless bitter smile on his face: "Is this a compliment? I would rather not see them."

Gojo Satoru nodded thoughtfully: "Yes, maybe that's the reason... Can you see it since you were a child?"

"Well, about 7 or 8 years old, but because I have always been a homebody, the scope of my activities is very limited, so it doesn't have much impact on my life."

Huailiang pointed outside the alley, "It's still raining, this is not the place to talk, my car is in the parking lot over there, Gojo-kun, you want to go there--"

She swallowed the two words "shelter from the rain" into her mouth. The boy in front of her was not wet by the rain at all. An invisible substance existed around him, separating him from a vacuum zone of about 1 cm.

Gojo Satoru reached out and turned off the vibrating phone in his trouser pocket.

That aggressive handsome face still had a faint smile on it: "It's just a little trick. I happen to be free, can I go to Liang Sang's house for a while?"

Huai Liang had no intention of refusing. After all, he had already revealed the truth last time. If the other party still had doubts, he could investigate it at will.

It was logical and reasonable that he had saved her life just now. If he put on a cold face now, it would inevitably be suspected of being ungrateful.

"Of course, it's an honor."

The two walked out together. It seemed that there had been no disagreement and no grudges between them. They walked towards the parking lot, chatting and laughing like ordinary friends.

Passing by rows of shops, some exquisite and some simple, and glancing over the signs above, you can see that it is almost a street of hair salons.

Huai Liang suddenly had an idea. Could it be that the cursed spirit that was yelling "hair" just now was formed by the negative emotions of those customers who ran out of the barber shop crying after having their hair cut badly?

Moreover, he actually has the strength of a quasi-first-level curse spirit. You can imagine how much resentment he harbors!

……

As Huai Liang took out the key and inserted it into the keyhole, he heard a series of "thump thump thump" footsteps coming from far away and getting closer.

As soon as the door opened a little, the two beautiful faces of Fushiguro Miki and Fushiguro Megumi appeared impatiently: "Sister Huai, you're back!"

Huailiang rubbed her head with one hand. Gojo Satoru, holding the bag of desserts she had packed, poked his head out from behind her and bent down: "Hello, I'm Gojo Satoru, a good friend of Liang-san~"

Fushiguro Miki was suddenly approached by the face of "Nuwa's showpiece", and her face immediately turned red: "Hello, um, hello, I'm Fushiguro Miki, it's our first meeting, please give me your guidance."

Because of her unreliable father, Megumi Fushiguro is extremely wary of all good-looking men.

So he just nodded at the other party: "Fushiguro Megumi."

Huai Liang certainly didn't notice the undercurrents between these "three little brats".

As she changed her shoes, she sighed that Gojo Satoru had a really good appearance that gave him all the advantages.

At least it's quite intimidating for people who meet it for the first time.