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

Chapter 137: Screwed Up Right From the Start
After Sakurai Itsuki arrived at CM, he wasn't busy for too long.

Perhaps because of a serious traffic siphoning effect, on the third day of the CM, "White Album" became more popular than everyone expected.

By the time he sent Sato Wakaba back to the exhibition hall, this batch of emergency prints was almost sold out.

Although we have been asking the manufacturer to print more copies urgently over the past two days, the stock was eventually sold out.

Because it was already noon on the last day, everyone felt that there was no need to contact the manufacturer for urgent reprinting, as their sales target had already been achieved.

After that, after the Chinese New Year, contact the manufacturer to place an order, and then sell it on their official website.

When Yuuki Tsukimeng put the [Sold Out] sign on the table, the people in the long queue all sighed.

But Eguchi Yuna, who was still blushing and holding a sign that read "I've sold myself", finally breathed a sigh of relief.

There were many acquaintances among the people who came to the booth today, even some who she had argued with before.

Everyone laughed as they saw this previously aggressive guy, now in such a shameful state after losing the bet and being publicly executed, and they kept taking photos and posting them online.

In various fan-related group chats and topics, photos and short videos of this "discipline committee member" wearing a revealing maid outfit have been circulating wildly.

Although there is no real leaking of anything, the huge contrast with her usual image, like the setting of the plot of a degenerate book, still makes otakus excited.

Especially Hase Hatsuna, a guy with a lot of bad taste, not only made her blush and make a scissors hand gesture, but also recorded a self-introduction video "I have now fallen into the shape of the New Dimension Society, meow",
He also forced her to stay at the booth and told her to add the interjection "meow" at the end of every sentence, which was too otaku-sounding.

Doing such things in the real world was so embarrassing that it made Eguchi Yuna feel like she was in a hell where every day was like a year.

Fortunately, the sales of New Dimension were so incredible that this hell only lasted for one morning.

The crowded crowd in front of the booth finally dispersed, and the club members were tidying up the booth and doing the finishing work.

Sakurai Itsuki came up to Eguchi Yuna and said, "Thank you for your hard work."

The reason why there are so many people at the booth today is that she has contributed a lot to attracting traffic.

"Ah, no meow, I asked for it meow."

Eguchi Yuna replied that she was the one who started the trouble, but she didn't expect to hit a wall this time.

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"Ah, I'm used to it."

Seeing Sakurai Itsuki was slightly stunned, Eguchi Yuna subconsciously added the interjection "meow" and then reacted, her face suddenly red with embarrassment.

"It's okay, it's cute. Everyone likes it anyway. You're very popular today." Sakurai Itsuki twitched his lips and comforted her.

"Ha, this kind of popularity really doesn't make me happy." Eguchi Yuna sighed.

"Actually, if you think that bastard Hase Hatsuna is going too far, you could have protested and resisted a bit. He's a tough guy."

Sakurai Itsuki didn't expect that Eguchi Yuna didn't raise any objections to those somewhat excessive requests and accepted them all.

"As long as you don't commit any crime, I have no reason to object, meow..." Eguchi Yuna said, accidentally adding that interjection, and quickly covered her mouth.

"That's right." Sakurai Itsuki nodded. Although this guy was picky about food, he was also responsible. If he got into trouble, he would take the responsibility himself. He was not a bad person.

"Have you played our game? How does it feel?" Sakurai Itsuki asked again.

"It's very upsetting, and I actually have a stomachache, but the quality is impeccable. After all, they sold 6500 copies."

Eguchi Yuna deliberately slowed down her pace when speaking, as if to prevent herself from accidentally adding those embarrassing interjections.

She kept sighing in her heart that the iron plate she kicked was extremely hard.

For a full-time commercial company, 5000 copies is the revenue baseline, but they actually crossed this line just in CM.

If we continue to sell it online, the sales volume will easily exceed 10,000, no, even 20,000 or 30,000 is possible.

This is undoubtedly a special sale among big sales.

She turned to look at Sakurai Itsuki, wondering how this man could write such touching lines: "You're right, I should learn it well, but I may not be able to learn it!"

"Since you can't learn it, do you want to directly participate in the production of such a work?" Sakurai Itsuki asked back and began to paint a long picture.

"Eh?"

"It's not just you. I hope it's AS Company. Actually, I didn't mean to deliberately humiliate you by accepting your bet. I just wanted to get to know you better. We can work together. As you know, the white album is just the prologue. There will be other works to follow."

Sakurai Itsuki and Shinjigensha have also recently studied AS in detail privately, and they actually have very good technical capabilities.

It's just that the sales are a little bit off due to the limited selection of good scripts and good themes. If we can cooperate to increase the production in the future, it will be a good partner.

The cost of cooperating with them is definitely much lower than that of cooperating with a real commercial studio, and you will also have more say.

"I personally have no problem cooperating, but..."

"No rush, I just want you to help convey my intention. Let's talk about the details after the New Year. You have our line, right?" Sakurai Itsuki waved his hand, indicating that there was no rush.

"Yeah." Eguchi Yuna nodded solemnly.

"That's it." After finishing the business, Sakurai Itsuki ended the conversation. He turned around and saw a pair of dark eyes staring at him not far away.

"Do you like that shameless maid outfit so much? You hooligan, you pervert." Hanase Shion mocked Sakurai Itsuki with some displeasure.

Wakaba and that Mizuno Yuki are clearly gone, so why is he getting close to other women?

This dog man!
"I'm a hooligan?" Upon hearing this, Sakurai Itsuki leaned close to Hanase Shion's ear and whispered, "Isn't there a book produced for the CM this year? Akina Hanami-sensei."

Hanase Shion panicked immediately, and with a blush on her face, she raised her foot in her small leather shoes and stepped on Sakurai Itsuki's toes. "Idiot, don't talk about this here. What if someone hears us?"

"That has nothing to do with me! Ah, it hurts. Are you a child? You stepped on someone's toes?" Sakurai Itsuki said in a pretentious manner, even though it didn't hurt at all.

"Oh, sorry. No, if I'm exposed, I will drag you to death with me." Unlike Sato Wakaba, Hane Shion didn't recognize Sakurai Itsuki's pretentiousness at first, but she still apologized first.

"Then don't worry, I have no intention of committing suicide with you."

"Humph, suicide for love? Who wants to commit suicide for love with a guy like you? By the way, what you're doing is considered sexual harassment, right?"

Hane Shion snorted coldly, and completely forgot about the dirty words she had said many times before when she threatened to rape the other person.

Sakurai Itsuki shrugged, too lazy to complain: "What do you want from me tomorrow?"

"You, don't worry about it, just come." When she said this, Hane Shion's tone quickly softened and her eyes quickly glanced around.

She was a little afraid that other club members would hear her and think she was asking Sakurai Itsuki out on a date.

"If you don't tell me, then I won't come."

As soon as Sakurai Itsuki finished speaking, he saw Hanase Shion pursed her beautiful lips into a line and frowned in anger.

"Okay, okay, I won't ask anymore. I'll wait for you there." Sakurai Itsuki was just teasing this guy out of habit.

Shibuya Bar

"Stop flirting, you two! Pack up and go to the celebration party. If you keep flirting, I'll film you and send it to the hot girl."

In the distance, Hase Hatsuna, who had fully satisfied her evil taste in the commercial this time and was very happy, interrupted the conversation between the two and made a joke.

"What nonsense are you talking about! Who is flirting! Sister Yuuki!" Hane Shion turned around and spoke fiercely to Hase Hatsuna, then summoned a messenger.

"Understood, sir." Yuuki Tsukimeng made an OK gesture to Hane Shion, and then punched Hase Hatsuna on the head.

In the mood of triumphant harvest, the atmosphere in the community is still exceptionally good.

After simply packing up the materials.

Everyone had lunch in a venue and then went home.

As the year draws to a close, everyone is busy going back home to do various things.

Sakurai Itsuki opened the door of his house alone.

Without that hot girl who was always noisy and chattering around, the whole house became eerily quiet.

The atmosphere was strangely unfamiliar.

However, facing this long-awaited solitude, Sakurai Itsuki was actually in a pretty good mood.

After all, even if he stayed up all night tonight, no one would bother him the next day.

Finally, no one would knock on his bedroom door and force him to get up tomorrow morning.

For two consecutive weeks, I was not forced to go to the supermarket to buy groceries or go shopping in the mall with others.

He could even be naked at home without having to worry about others. Of course, Sakurai Itsuki had no fetish for exposure, he just felt particularly comfortable.

Why didn’t I have this feeling when I lived alone before?
He finally understood why some middle-aged men on the Internet were looking forward to their wives and children returning to their parents' home.

After living with others for a long time, it is really pleasant to live alone occasionally.

Sakurai Itsuki couldn't help but hum with ease.

However, Sakurai Itsuki did not relax and quickly took out his mobile phone to check the time. He planned to set a few alarms according to the time difference in the UK and Sato Wakaba's daily routine to prevent the hot girl from checking on him from time to time.

But when I opened my phone, the first thing I saw was a message from Hane Shion.

[Tomorrow, Shibuya, 2 o'clock, come if you want.]

Hane Shion sent the time and place for the meeting in advance.

The tone is still that textbook tsundere.

After I briefly mentioned this matter at the CM venue and she fooled me, I never mentioned it again at subsequent dinners.

I remembered that he had called me and told me about this before.

It seemed as if from the very beginning, she seemed to be deliberately avoiding talking about this matter with other people.

As partners, going to the Jump annual meeting together should be a natural thing, right?

Why does she act so sneaky and furtive, like a thief?

"Why are you being so mysterious? I'm too lazy to ask. I'll find out when I get there tomorrow."

Although she said she could come or not, Sakurai Itsuki had agreed before, and she always felt that things would be very troublesome if she didn't go.

But since she was playing mysterious, Sakurai Itsuki replied with an ambiguous sweating soybean.

The next day, 1 o'clock, Shibuya.

Hane Shion sat on a bench away from the crowd.

I was extremely nervous and felt my heart pounding.

It's really strange. I never felt this nervous when I went to the student union with him or when we were alone together.
Hanase Shion took a deep breath.

She glanced at the chat history on her phone and pouted unhappily.

What does it mean when he sweats like soybeans? He won't really not come, will he?
Hane Shion sat alone on a chair, looking back at the countless men and women on the streets of Shibuya in the distance, feeling extremely uneasy.

She turned around and took out her phone, turned on the rear camera, and fixed her hair, which looked neat and perfect for the umpteenth time. "It should be fine now. What should I say next?"

"Hmph, just accept it with gratitude."

It doesn't feel right. So, isn't it no different from usual?
It's not okay to keep saying one thing and thinking another. We can't waste this rare opportunity.
"I actually put a lot of thought into preparing this for you, because..."

Ah, I can’t say it.

Hane Shion covered her face, like an actor in a drama club performing on stage for the first time, repeatedly practicing the lines for the dialogue she would have with him after meeting him.

"Because of what?"

A familiar voice came from behind Hane Shion, scaring her so much that her body trembled.

"I've never seen you behind me before. Why are you here so early?" Hane Shion turned around and looked at Sakurai Itsuki, her face instantly turning red.

Could it be that he saw me repeatedly fixing my hair, practicing dialogues, and thinking of excuses?
How come I messed it up right from the start?

It's so embarrassing!

(End of this chapter)