I, who tortured the readers, was knocked to the ground by them!

Chapter 11 Are you a teacher?

Sakurai Itsuki adjusted the equipment and lowered his head in the study on the second floor, copying the contents of his memory onto the manuscript.

Before I knew it, the sun was about to set.

Time always passes when you are working.

Looking back, not far away, the hot blonde was sitting at a small wooden table.

On the wooden table was an old laptop, connected to an old digital tablet that Sakurai Itsuki had left unused.

Next to the digital tablet, there is a mobile phone playing a teaching video.

While Sakurai Itsuki was busy drawing, she had been practicing intently all day.

Apart from eating two bowls of instant noodles together, she didn't have much rest.

Sakurai Itsuki looked at her still focused and bright eyes, and probably understood why she was such an excellent student despite being a hot girl.

It stands to reason that outlining, coloring, and mapping are all very boring tasks, but she can still do them with great enthusiasm.

Sakurai Itsuki stood up and walked silently behind her.

I can't help but marvel at Sato Wakaba's learning ability.

Perhaps because she likes to write and draw in her spare time and has some artistic skills, she learns the art at an alarming speed.

If it is just an assistant job, it seems to be enough.
I just don’t know how the system should judge.

"call!."

After finishing drawing the line, Sato Wakaba turned around and was shocked to see Sakurai Itsuki appear behind her.

After coming to his senses, he asked nervously, "How do you feel?"

"It's okay." Sakurai Itsuki nodded in approval.

"Haha, I told you I have talent!"

Sato Wakaba, who was quite nervous the last second, immediately became proud after hearing this.

“When can I inscribe the manuscript?”

Sato Wakaba asked excitedly, looking forward to the moment when she could actually participate in the work.

"Wait until I finish the first part of my entry."

Sakurai Itsuki said that since it was an experiment, it naturally could not be done using the fixed serialized "Flame Fist".

In addition to the royalties from the articles themselves, the negative emotions created by "Flame Fist" also bring in a fixed income of about 300,000 yen every week. For Sakurai Itsuki now, that is still a very generous income.

"Great!"

When Sato Wakaba heard that she could help with Sakurai Itsuki's new work, she immediately celebrated for a minute, then turned around and asked as if she thought of something.

"By the way, I'm going to sing karaoke tonight, do you want to join me?"

"Not interested in."

"They're all from our class and the class next door. Isn't it okay for you to join in everyone's activities occasionally?"

Sato Wakaba persuaded her, she really wanted Sakurai Itsuki to interact with her friends.

It’s just that Sakurai Itsuki doesn’t like that kind of noisy scene. Sato Wakaba alone is noisy enough, and if he were to come into contact with a group of people like Sato Wakaba, he would be in danger.

So he shook his head again and said, "No."

"Are you still planning on sticking with your aloof and withdrawn persona?" Sato Wakaba asked. "Besides, there's nothing to eat in the fridge! Come on, okay? You've been working all day, so you should relax a bit, right?"

"Why are you so insistent on me going?" Sakurai Itsuki felt something was wrong.

"Because I've never been rejected so bluntly!" Sato Wakaba felt a strange competitive spirit ignite. "Besides, if I can invite this handsome and aloof guy that everyone recognizes as such, I'll definitely be super proud!"

Sakurai Itsuki twitched the corners of his mouth and turned to look at Sato Wakaba's bright eyes.

After a brief eye contact, Sakurai Itsuki raised his finger and gave Sato Wakaba a head-shattering gesture as a tribute to the Uchiha family.

"Ah, hiss" Sato Wakaba screamed and covered her forehead.

"Can you please stop treating me as a tool to satisfy your vanity?" Sakurai Itsuki said unhappily.

"Humph, how heartless! They're obviously trying to compliment you in this way."

Sato Wakaba rubbed her red forehead and complained mercilessly.

"Well, can we add each other on Line?"

Sato Wakaba said this and picked up the phone that was playing the video.

People always compromise.

Rather than being dragged by Sato Wakaba to attend a party with hot girls, Sakurai Itsuki nodded and took out his cell phone.

After all, the two of them will live in the same building in the future, and having a Line friend is indeed much more convenient than communicating via text messages.

"Come to think of it, you're really outrageous. We've been separated for so long, but even I don't have a connection with you. What kind of note should I give you?"

Sato Wakaba sighed deeply.

It seemed that it was a very rare event to have someone in the class who didn't have her as a friend.

"up to you."

Sakurai Itsuki doesn't care about this. His goal in life is to achieve financial freedom and enjoy every day to the fullest, rather than wasting time playing house with high school students.

"Oh, it's already this late, this is terrible!"

When Sato Wakaba was adding a friend, she glanced at the time and jumped up like a spring trap that had been triggered.

But half a minute later.

Sato Wakaba, dressed in a neutral street style and a baseball cap, rushed downstairs.

I've heard that every time a girl goes out, she spends at least half an hour putting on makeup and dressing up.

But apparently, this common sense doesn't apply to Sato Wakaba. Perhaps it's because she looks good enough without much makeup.
Thinking so, Sakurai Itsuki also came to the stairwell and looked towards the entrance.

"Hey~"

Sato Wakaba roughly stuffed her feet into a pair of white sneakers, then lifted her feet and bent her legs, stuffed her fingers into the gap between her heels, and then hooked them hard to force the shoes onto her feet.

It's as if the laces on the sneakers don't exist at all.

It’s hard to imagine that the most popular girl in the school would go out and wear shoes in such a rough way.

However, she has the characteristic of being always impetuous.

"I'm leaving!" Sato Wakaba turned around, saw Sakurai Itsuki, and waved goodbye to him.

"Ah."

"Shouldn't you be telling me to be careful on my way? Sakurai-san is really something. I'm going to be late!"

Sato Wakaba glared at Sakurai Itsuki, then rushed out the door while complaining.

Sakurai Itsuki thought about it and thought, "I'm leaving" and "Be careful on the road" are conversations that should happen between family members, right?
If he said "Be careful on the road", and then she came back, wouldn't I have to say "Welcome home"?

I feel like the relationship has crossed a line.
Never mind, that guy has never had any sense of boundaries anyway.

Sakurai Itsuki stretched, turned off the computer, locked the doors and windows, and then walked out calmly.

As soon as he walked out of this quiet residential area, Sakurai Itsuki wanted to sigh again, Tokyo is so noisy.

Because it is located in Chiyoda Ward, which is close to Akihabara.

There are so many tourists here, whether they are pilgrims or office workers busy with their city life.

Sakurai Itsuki was walking on the bustling street, thinking about how to solve the problem of dinner.

The message on the phone started flashing again.

Sakurai Itsuki opened his phone.

Sato Wakaba, who had just been added as a friend, immediately sent a message.

Sato Wakaba: [Look at this Chopper, so cute!]

She sent a photo of a street doll.

Sakurai Itsuki didn't want to pay attention to the rare non-work messages on his line.

But Sato Wakaba's message came immediately.

Sato Wakaba: [I'm at the karaoke bar! It's about to start. What do you want to hear? I'll record a song for you!]

Sato Wakaba: [Hehe, other people don't usually get this kind of song request treatment!]

Then he attached a Gengar emoticon pack.

Sato Wakaba: [Hey, don't read my message and not reply! Otherwise, next time I make porridge for you, I'll add something weird!]

"Tsk."

Sakurai Itsuki couldn't help but click his tongue. The Line software's function of forcibly displaying whether the other party's message has been read is really inhumane.

Sakurai Itsuki: [I'm eating, so it's not convenient for me to reply to messages.]

Sato Wakaba: [Oh, then I'll find you in ten minutes. Let me guess what you ate! ]

Sato Wakaba: [Come to think of it, when I ran out the door just now, you still didn't say bon voyage to me, even though I complained about it.]

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Sakurai Itsuki began to regret agreeing to add her as a friend.

Before, it was just him making noises around him.

Now, she can still make a fuss even when I’m not around.

Sakurai Itsuki now began to suspect that her family couldn't stand her anymore and left her alone in Tokyo.

If anyone is unlucky enough to be deceived by her cute appearance and accidentally marries her, he will probably have a lifetime of trouble.

"Hey~ I'm saved! I'm saved!"

Just as Sakurai Itsuki's thoughts were wandering, a voice from behind startled Sakurai Itsuki.

Sakurai Itsuki turned his head suddenly and saw a girl in a black Lolita dress, no, it should be a woman, she was panting and grabbed Sakurai Itsuki's wrist.

"you are?"

Sakurai Itsuki was stunned when he saw the beautiful woman with burgundy contact lenses and lace tulle.

He probably doesn't recognize this kind of COSER who has a mature figure and facial features, but also has a bit of girlish charm.

"That's too much! I clearly sponsored your love life with your girlfriend yesterday!" the woman complained.

"Where did my girlfriend come from?" Sakurai immediately shook off the woman's hand and quickly backed away.

I thought, what kind of new scam is this to deceive passersby?

"Eh?!"

The woman raised her hand, clasped in a lace gauze glove, and covered her mouth. "So, you're just dealing with simple sexual desires? Young people these days, really..."

Sakurai Itsuki tilted his head and looked at the beautiful woman who was not very tall.

This crazy and insane temperament always feels very familiar.
"Although the teacher thinks this kind of relationship is not good, but the more it is, the more you need to remember to take protective measures! You didn't get on the bus unprotected yesterday, did you?"

"Huh? Teacher?"

Sakurai Itsuki tilted his head.

If you straighten your curly hair, take off the veil and let down your bangs.
She changed her lace dress into a small suit, and her lace-trimmed leather shoes into high heels and black stockings.
Finally, put on black-framed glasses on your face.

"Ah, you're Mr. Hase?"

(End of this chapter)