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

Chapter 14 True Friends
Haruki Nagayama: [Ah, I passed by a barbecue restaurant today and suddenly felt like eating barbecue. Suddenly, I thought, my sister is so wasteful. Even though it's burnt like this, it should still be enough to make a good meal in the apocalypse.]

Nagayama Haruki: [Ah, as expected, it would have been better to include a scene in the first episode where the sister is eaten by the starving people of the apocalypse.]

As he said this, he attached the original close-up photo of his sister being burned to death, and also photoshopped a dinner plate under her body.

[Haruki Nagayama, are you really a human?]

[Asshole, calling you a beast feels like an insult to beasts. I need to think of a more offensive word than beast.]

[Is there any kind-hearted person who can drive his car and kill this bastard?]

[Don't die! Better cripple this psychopath and let him finish his painting. Then create something new!]

Sakurai Itsuki returned home, sat in front of the computer, and looked at the praise.

A smile suddenly appeared on his face.

Originally, Sakurai Itsuki felt a little tired because he was inexplicably troubled by the teacher who had a bad sense of direction in the afternoon, and he also passed by the black fans who wanted to beat him up.

But seeing the system's points skyrocketing, my tired body and mind were instantly healed.

As expected, the private message on Twitter flashed again.

The verbal harassment from the book artist came again as expected.

Akinaru Yumi: [You perverted bastard! I'm already in Tokyo! You better not get caught by me!]

Faced with Qiu Mingyuwei's usual intimidation and the claim that he would be the one to take over sooner or later.

Sakurai Itsuki couldn't help but smile slightly.

Once again, he responded with a happy mood to Qiu Mingyuwei's classic sweaty expression.

Come to think of it, even if Tokyo is full of his haters, you might not recognize him if you meet him.

Just like what happened to Masako Hanase today, she threatened to beat up Haruki Nagayama, but when he stood in front of her, she couldn't recognize that she was Haruki Nagayama at all. This is a normal plot.

She even smiled at him politely and invited him to have barbecue.

Thinking of this, Sakurai Itsuki felt inexplicably excited and secretly happy.

Sure enough, a plot like having a sex drive opened by a hot classmate who lives with him is such a coincidence that it is too abnormal.

Just when Sakurai Itsuki was enjoying the pile of abusive messages.

"I'm back!!!"

Suddenly, there was a loud angry voice and the sound of a door slamming downstairs.

Then, on the stairs came the sound of rapid running: thump! thump! thump!

The sound is getting closer.

When Sakurai Itsuki turned around, as expected, he saw the hot blonde girl who appeared in the abnormal plot.

"Can you be a little gentler? You're so impatient. Are you unhappy because you didn't enjoy singing karaoke?" Sakurai Itsuki said calmly, looking at Sato Wakaba who was gritting her teeth.

"You know the answer but you still ask! Why did you post that disgusting tweet? You pervert! I even brought you candy!"

Sato Wakaba yelled angrily, then threw a bag of exquisitely wrapped candy heavily in front of Sakurai Itsuki's desk.

"Thank you."

"Can't you change your quirk? If you keep doing this, I'm really going to put some weird stuff in your food."

Sato Wakaba stood beside Sakurai Itsuki, with her hands on her hips and threatening him, like a golden Tyrannosaurus Rex.

"look at this."

Sakurai Itsuki calmly turned the computer monitor slightly, because he knew that although she seemed to have a hot temper, she was actually too easy to coax.

"What is this?" Sato Wakaba asked with a frown.

"The content of the first part of my entry has been drawn. I'll leave the outlining to you. Can you complete it?" asked Sakurai Itsuki.

"Eh? A new work? Great!" Upon hearing this, Sato Wakaba's tightly furrowed brows instantly relaxed.

Just now, he was about to find Sakurai Itsuki to settle the score with her, but now he immediately patted his chest confidently and said, "Leave it to me!"

See, she even has to thank me!

Sakurai Itsuki also gradually figured out how to deal with Sato Wakaba.

On the other side, Hane Shion was sitting in the car, looking at the sweating soybean that Haruki Nagayama replied to.

"hey-hey."

She was always serious in public, but she couldn't help but laugh out loud.

"You're going to a new school next week. Do you remember what you promised me?"

Masako Hanase asked her sister who was secretly laughing while driving.

"Well, I will make friends in Tokyo. It's not difficult." Hanase Shion is very confident in herself.

"I'm talking about true friends. Those people you met in Kyoto can't be considered true friends."

Hanase Masako said.

The reason why she brought her sister up was not only to help her pursue her dreams, but more importantly, she wanted her to make changes.

If she continues to live like she did in Kyoto, it will definitely not work.

"A true friend."

Hane Shion couldn't help but pause, turned her head and looked at the night sky of Tokyo outside the window.

Shion Hanase was born and raised in Kyoto, Japan.

It is an ancient city with a very profound cultural heritage.

Compared to the always noisy metropolis of Tokyo, this city seems very gentle. Compared to the fast-paced and suffocating Tokyo, everything in Kyoto is very slow.

The slightly bitter tea at Kiyomizu Temple, the slightly sweet candies on the street, the fiery maple leaves on Mount Ogura, and the people strolling with oil-paper umbrellas, all speak of the romance of Kyoto.

Many people yearn for Kyoto.

But Hane Shion hated that ancient city.

Because when people see her, they always say, "Ah, that lady from the Hanase family."

Because she always followed traditions that she was tired of.

She had forgotten how long she had started practicing calligraphy, how long she had started learning to brew the always bitter tea, and how long she had started to play the black and white keys on the piano.

She always holds her back straight and greets people in a dignified manner.

At first, she would force a toothless smile and interact with others in a friendly manner, just as her father had asked.

However, in addition to having common topics, people's social circles also need sufficient time to communicate.

And almost all of Hane Shion's time for socializing has been taken away from her.

Hane Shion gradually discovered that although she always forced a smile to greet others and carefully thought out every word, she had become an outsider in the circle.

Indeed, no one disliked her, and people always had a good impression of her.

But she doesn't belong to any circle. She can talk to anyone, but no one will tell her the truth.

Gradually, she began to feel tired and bored with everything.

She gradually didn't want to force a fake smile to deal with those troublesome people, and she didn't have time to interact with them.

Because everything is useless.

The expression on her face gradually became colder and she spoke less and less.

In the end, when people talk about Hanase Shion, they can only sigh.

"Ah, it's that young lady who looks like a flower in the sky. I'm so envious."

But she never missed such a life.

She always looks clean, but she is always in a daze.

Until, that summer camp activity about painting many years ago.

The teacher's topic is sketching.

Hanase Shion completed the task easily and perfectly.

But the annoying idiot next to him was drawing cartoon characters on the drawing paper.

So he was severely punished by the pedantic old-fashioned teacher.

"Are you stupid?"

Hane Shion couldn't help but ask.

"I'm not stupid," the guy retorted.

"You're just stupid. What you drew doesn't look like anything at all."

"This is a comic! Don't you think this is more interesting?" The guy's answer made her feel that they were definitely not the same kind of people.

I thought everyone at the summer camp would think this guy was a stupid idiot.

But it was time for some free time and a break.

A group of guys who were strangers to him rushed to his side.

A group of people started talking about comics excitedly, and then talked about other things from comics.

It takes a long time to integrate into a circle.

This has been Hanase Shion's long-held view.

But, that guy only used one page of ordinary comics to form a circle.

“Are comics really that funny?”

"Of course!" the guy answered without hesitation.

“Then I want to be a cartoonist.”

Hane Shion didn't know why she said that.

"Oh! Okay!" The guy smiled. "If you become a manga artist, come to Tokyo and we'll draw manga together!"

Since then, Hane Shion has continued to play the role of that fake cold-faced lady outside.

But I have real hobbies and dreams in my heart.

Hane Shion tilted her head, and when her sister mentioned the "close friend", she couldn't help but think of what happened before.

To be honest, I don’t even know that guy, nor do I know his name.

I even can't remember what that guy looked like, whom I only met once.

But why, when talking about true friends, did she think of that guy who had long been blurred in her memory?

I can't help but feel a little pathetic...

However, she has left Kyoto, everything will change, everything will be different.

"I will become a cartoonist, and I will definitely find true friends who share the same ideals."

She gave this answer in a firm tone.

(End of this chapter)