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

Gojo Satoru certainly knew that this was a 'fashion item' that had caused widespread discussion in the world of sorcery in the past two or three months. It was a communicator that could be used to contact others under any circumstances.

When I rubbed my fingers over the octopus's head, a blue ring lit up, indicating that I needed to enter a password.

A string of numbers inexplicably flashed through his mind, and Gojo Satoru captured this wonderful moment. He stretched out his fingers and pressed the numbers '0, 3, 1, 5' behind the octopus.

The next second, the little girl's clear voice rang out:

"Is it over? What gifts did you bring back~"

Gojo Satoru held his breath and did not respond, expecting the other party to reveal more information so that they could find the owner of the communicator.

Not getting a reply, the other party hung up the call vigilantly.

Gojo Satoru stroked his chin, carefully recalling what the other party had said.

This voice seems familiar...where have I heard it before?

"Thirsty...hungry..."

"Eat, I want to eat..."

The whispers of the cursed spirits echoed in the silent and empty cave, and Gojo Satoru sighed.

"You bumped into it yourself."

"boom--"

Along with the sound of rubble collapsing, a figure nimbly leaped out of the mine and disappeared into the vast forest.

Huai Liang fell out of thin air onto the sofa at home again.

The situation this time was better than last time. She was only slightly dizzy for a quarter of an hour, and then she gradually recovered.

I couldn't help but curse my bad luck - why did this guy come here so far away from Tokyo and in the middle of nowhere?

What bad luck!

Soon, she realized that the communicator was lost. Just as she picked up the phone to make a call, there was a knock on the door.

When I opened the door, it was Fushiguro Miki and Fushiguro Megumi from next door. They anxiously recounted what had just happened and carefully asked me if I had done anything wrong.

And a text message from Fushiguro Shinji also came, asking her if she was in trouble.

Huai Liang thought about it and realized that he had not been exposed, so he finally breathed a sigh of relief.

Fortunately, her teammates were very reliable and covered up this loophole for her.

However, how did Gojo Satoru enter the correct communication password in just a few seconds?

Unable to guess the answer, just in case, Huai Liang destroyed the original four-person communication channel and opened a new one.

And we agreed on a password before each conversation to avoid identity disclosure to the greatest extent possible.

……

After the thrilling experience of being almost caught last time, Huai Liang completely lay dormant, no longer trying to exorcise the cursed spirit, trying to gradually fade away the existence of the 'man in black robe'.

In the blink of an eye, it was February.

February 2rd is Geto Suguru’s birthday.

He had booked a holiday cottage with a ski resort in advance in the suburbs of his hometown in Iwate Prefecture.

This area is full of famous ski resorts, but the one he booked is more private and surrounded by dense cedar and redwood forests.

As the place is reserved, no outsiders are allowed to come in.

The main body of the holiday cottage is almost entirely constructed of wood. In the center of the hall on the first floor, there is a soft sofa in an arc shape surrounding a coffee table, and next to it is a fireplace emitting warm firelight.

There are a total of six rooms in the building, all equipped with floor heating and separate bathrooms, as well as a video room for karaoke and watching movies.

The kitchen has prepared all kinds of fresh ingredients in advance, but Xia Youjie plans to let everyone work together -

For example, if you just need to grill meat, you can sit together and enjoy the snow scene outside the large floor-to-ceiling windows while grilling, which is very comfortable.

Huailiang didn't care why what was originally thought to be a date for two turned into a team-building meeting for the college.

In fact, her mind was in a mess at the moment and she couldn't think at all.

"Hey... it's OK."

In the vast snowy field, she was pinned down by Geto Xia's broad chest and trapped in front of a huge cedar tree.

At first, she was excited about being taught skiing, but as he was teaching her, he praised her for her talent and led her into a forest with narrow roads, away from the originally wide ski trail.

Xia Youjie gently rubbed the other person's lips, his Adam's apple rolling: "No more?"

"After your birthday, I will be going out of town on a long-term mission. I may not be able to see you for more than a month. It will be very painful."

Huailiang felt his lips tingling after being kissed for so long, and he said hesitantly, "But..."

"Isn't that what Liang-chan thought?"

Xia Youjie stroked her fair cheek anxiously, "Don't you crave me like I crave you?"

Of course, it was impossible to admit this. Huai Liang racked his brains to think of how to escape, but his long silence was understood by the other party as a tacit consent.

Xia Youjie grabbed her waist, wrapped her tightly in his arms, and whispered: "In this case——"

"Then can I... advance next month's share?"

In the end, only after Huailiang said that he was about to suffocate due to lack of oxygen did the other party reluctantly let him go.

She was not in the mood to ski anymore and said she wanted to go back to the cabin to rest.

Geto Xiayou wanted to follow but was rejected.

Are you kidding! If they get back to the cabin, she might have to kiss her all over again, and she doesn't want to waste her leisure time.

She definitely couldn't say it so directly, so she ended up saying, "Tomorrow is your birthday, so as the birthday star, you should relax with Nanami-kun and the others and go skiing together. Don't neglect your friends."

Temporarily escaped from the opponent's shackles.

She returned to the cabin, took off her heavy ski gear, put on a soft round-neck sweater and prepared to warm herself in front of the fireplace, but found that someone had already taken the seat in front of the fireplace.

It’s Gojo Satoru.

He was also wearing a camel-colored sweater, sitting on the furry carpet with his long legs bent, holding a colorful drink in his hand.

"Well, it's Liang-chan."

There seemed to be no one else in the entire wooden house. In the quiet space, the only sound was the crackling of the firewood in the fireplace being licked by the flames.

Huai Liang keenly smelled a hint of alcohol, and his eyes once again swept over the glass filled with colored liquid in the other person's hand——

This guy who obviously doesn't drink alcohol actually drank?

When there was no response, Gojo Satoru tilted his head, his burning gaze fixed on a spot on her neck.

Suddenly, his light voice rang out slowly: "Jie really doesn't know the seriousness of the matter."

As if being burned by the other party's tangible, stalemate gaze, Huai Liang subconsciously touched his neck: "What?"

That piece of snow-white and tender skin is like peeled fruit flesh, which is mouth-watering.

To see such a deep kiss mark, his best friend must have been anxious and held it in his mouth, sucking and biting it repeatedly many times.

Gojo Satoru raised his eyes, and his blue eyes gradually darkened.

He looked at the girl who seemed to be still confused about the situation and chuckled: "If it were me..."

"It certainly wouldn't leave such obvious marks on Liangjiang."