"I bet Nightmoth will be furious. Do you think he will turn into the super-ugly one we saw before?"

"It's not good to bully people, even though they look very similar."

"Jay is also coming along."

"That's true."

In the dessert shop, Gojo Satoru's expression was very excited, as if he had seen Masamichi the Night Moth with his own eyes. The fork in his hand was waving like a pen that is slacking off in class, and after spinning around on the joint of his thumb, it landed steadily in Gojo Satoru's palm.

The desserts that Gojo Satoru ordered were numerous and varied, mixed with a hint of summer coolness. Atobe Nanako lowered her head and looked at the little bit of smoothie in the cup, then she stuck out her tongue and finally rolled up the little bit of coolness and swallowed it.

The sweetness of the sugar swept people's taste buds, and Atobe Nanako remembered that Gojo Satoru was afraid of the amount of sugar added. Atobe Nanako's expression froze for a moment, and then returned to normal.

Gojo Satoru was wearing sunglasses unlike usual, and he took off his eye patch as if he was recalling something on the way to the dessert shop. He leaned back in his chair and turned his gaze to the black-haired woman.

His gaze paused on the woman's body and finally when it touched her expression, he returned to normal and looked away as if he had not seen anything.

"Jie," he asked casually, "what does the cursed spirit smell like?"

The black-haired woman smiled and then replied, "Why do you think of asking such a question?"

She did not answer Gojo Satoru's question, but asked it in reverse.

"That's what I want to know." Gojo said, "I didn't know what it was for so long... Jay never told me about the smell of the cursed spirit..."

Black-haired woman: “…”

The black-haired woman was silent for a while and then looked into Gojo Satoru's blue eyes. Gojo Satoru's expression was casual but also stubborn: "...It's sweet."

She replied.

The summer light is warm, and the light that shines through the glass window onto the table for two people is beautiful and has a different color. But that little bit of warmth mixed with the cool air in the store makes even the breath feel cold.

"——sweet?"

Gojo Satoru frowned and then slowly relaxed his brows, slowly took off his sunglasses, and finally his two six eyes turned to the black-haired woman's face, and he slowly approached without caring about how many discussions of the young girls around him were aroused.

"But Jay doesn't look sweet," he said. "Liar."

“……”The black-haired woman didn’t say anything.

"Jie." Gojo Satoru called out Geto's name. He said, "Can you tell me what the smoothie you just ate tasted like?"

The black-haired woman was stunned.

Then she smiled as if relieved: "Did you find it?"

Gojo Satoru leaned back and leaned his back against the chair. "Jie, this is too obvious. Jie's taste buds are disturbed by the cursed spirits. It's probably the aftereffect of the food being too bad. Now he can't taste anything at all."

Atobe Nanako shook her head helplessly: "As expected of you."

For Geto, the process of exorcising the cursed spirit was bitter, even so bitter that it made his scalp numb. Atobe Nanako has seen this clip, where Geto tilted his head back to swallow the cursed spirit, with veins popping out on his head and an ugly expression. At that time, Atobe Nanako thought about how bad the cursed spirit tasted, but she never thought that this deterioration of taste would happen to her.

When she first came to this world, she had a sense of taste. Perhaps because the script was not perfect, everything she ate in the first few days had a taste. Nanako Atobe could taste everything. But just now, the smoothie she ate did not have any sweet feeling.

Perhaps it was because the script was not complete a few days ago, and after the system was restored and Atobe Nanako and Gojo Satoru had a few personal chats, her identity was completely complete, and her body gradually moved closer to that direction.

She could even vaguely taste the taste of the curse left in her mouth from the sweetness, which was caused by Kagome Kagome's exorcism of too many curses. The bitterness was so faint that it was like poison, and Nanako Atobe felt so uncomfortable that she couldn't breathe.

Even eating sugar tastes bitter.

"Does Gojo Satoru on your side know about this?" Gojo Satoru suddenly asked.

"Know."

Gojo Satoru suddenly became like a big, deflated cat. The white cat collapsed on the table and hung his head dejectedly, as if he had been abandoned.

The white cat seemed to feel aggrieved that the black cat didn't tell it. It secretly thought about how important it was in its best friend's heart. Then it looked at the black cat in another world in front of it, and thought of the black cat and the white cat in another world being close to each other.

"That's because I don't want you to find out." The black-haired woman looked at the somewhat decadent Gojo Satoru and said, "Satoru, don't worry too much about this..."

"Then how did I discover the me in that world?" Gojo Satoru sat up suddenly again.

Black-haired woman: “…”

Gojo Satoru noticed that the black-haired woman's expression gradually softened, as if she was thinking of something. He also noticed a flash of loneliness in the black-haired woman's eyes, which finally turned into peace.

Gojo Goku was about to speak, but was interrupted by the ringing of a bell.

The black-haired woman's thoughts seemed to be interrupted all of a sudden. When she looked at Gojo Satoru, she found that Gojo Satoru's face was full of impatience and boredom.

After Gojo Satoru picked up the phone, Atobe Nanako watched Gojo Satoru's movements, poked the smoothie in front of her with a spoon from time to time, and after watching the smoothie melt, she listened to the conversation between Gojo Satoru and the other end of the phone with some boredom.

"Your hands can reach far enough..."

"Don't talk nonsense..."

"My choice..."

Basically, Gojo Satoru retorted every word he said. It was probably because the boring senior executives wanted to stir up trouble after Gojo Satoru missed the mission, and they kept using this matter to put pressure on Gojo Satoru.

Atobe Nanako thought Gojo Satoru was really pitiful, he had to work every day and was bullied by others. After completing the task, he would be regarded as a thorn in the eyes of others, and if he did not complete the task, it would cause chaos in the world of sorcery.

After Gojo Satoru hung up the phone, he sighed at the black-haired woman in front of him, and finally collapsed on the table like a cat cake, as if all the strength had been drained from his body. Finally, he slowly exhaled a long breath.

Atobe Nanako noticed that Gojo Satoru's attention was completely diverted from the dessert in front of him, and he seemed a little depressed. Perhaps something had happened.

"Are you going to meet them?" she asked.

Gojo Satoru raised his chin and spoke: "If Jie is a top-class sorcerer, he would probably be called to meet them often. These rotten oranges who die in the light are like vampires, always clinging to the world of young people and can't let go. Once something happens, they shrink into their ridiculous turtle shells and can't wait to push another person out..."

The black-haired woman nodded. "That group of people is indeed very annoying."

"But Wu should still go for this kind of thing." The black-haired woman changed the subject, "Now is not the time to quarrel with those rotten oranges. Wu should still go over and give them some face."

After hearing this, Gojo Satoru's expression became even more depressed: "Hey, hey - that's what Jay said."

Black-haired woman: "So Satoru should go first."

"Although it's just to maintain the superficial relationship..." Gojo Satoru stood up reluctantly, then sent a message to Ijichi and asked, "Jay should be able to go back by himself."

Atobe Nanako was stunned for a moment: "Of course."

Gojo Satoru snapped his fingers and said, "Then I'll ask Jie to go back by himself."

Black-haired woman: "You trust me so much?"

Gojo Satoru raised his thumb and said, "Of course."

The female Geto Summer Oil is seen as an uncertainty by everyone. The curser Geto Summer Oil in this world is a terrifying existence for people. Even if it is the curser Geto Summer Oil from a parallel world, people should still be wary.

After all, the special-grade curser is not just a title, and the current Geto Suguru will also be disturbed by this past title.

It was not until Ijichi drove over that Gojo Satoru got in the car. Atobe Nanako clearly saw all the sweat on Ijichi's face, and saw him reaching out his hand to wipe the cold sweat off his face with a handkerchief.

It looks like he's really scared, Atobe Nanako thought to herself.

However, Ijichi seemed unable to get rid of the shadow of Gojo Satoru. He bent over and came to Atobe Nanako, bowed, and then returned to his driving seat tremblingly.

Atobe Nanako watched Gojo Satoru leave.

After a while, Nanako Atobe followed the location that the system had left for her before shutting down and hibernating, and pushed open the glass door of the dessert shop. After leaving a bunch of desserts ordered by Gojo Satoru in the shop, she walked towards the point on the location.

The road was full of twists and turns, but fortunately the red dot did not move. It was not until she was a hundred meters away from the red dot that Nanako Atobe realized that the other party seemed to have known that she was following her.

And I stopped just to let her meet me.

Atobe Nanako saw the outline of the person she wanted to see, and after sorting out her script in her mind, she slowly approached the figure.

The owner of the figure is a man, and his hairstyle is exactly the same as Nanako Atobe's at this time, and even his facial features are the same. The only difference is probably his gender and the monk's robes he wears, but the most special thing is the long seam on his forehead.

He wore a black earring on his ear, just like the black-haired woman, and his pupils were the same color as hers, a dark purple that glowed differently in the sunlight.

He stood there with his eyes downcast, like the most compassionate god in the world. He stood there waiting until Atobe Nanako took two steps forward and finally stopped in front of him.

He finally raised his head and met the black-haired woman's eyes. From the perspective of people around them, the two of them seemed as close as siblings, but everyone who knew them understood that they were two completely different people.

Until the black-haired woman spoke.

"Cooperation?"