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

Chapter 18 The more I think about it, the angrier I get.
Sato Wakaba poked a golden head out from outside the door and stared curiously at Sakurai Itsuki who had just hung up the phone.

Although Sato Wakaba has always had no sense of boundaries and is quite noisy.

But when Sakurai Itsuki was talking to her editor on the phone, she quietly left the room and nervously browsed Tiktok outside.

However, because she was always nervous about whether she could pass the jump editing level, even though she kept sliding her fingers quickly on the screen, she had no idea what video she was watching.

Soon, Sakurai Itsuki's cheers of "Wuhu" were heard.

At first, she thought she was hallucinating.

Because whether at school or in her life over the past two days, Sakurai Itsuki always gives people the impression that she is never particularly happy.

Even if you see him smile occasionally, he will quickly calm down.

He doesn't look like the type to cheer at all.

So, she now lay down by the door, looking inside through the crack with curiosity.

Then, visible excitement appeared on Sakurai Itsuki's face.

Then, she asked curiously: "What's wrong with you? Why are you so happy?"

"Nothing much, just the beginning of the comic I submitted for the competition. It was quite well received."

Sakurai Itsuki looked back at Sato Wakaba who was lying on the door frame and watching, and put away the smile on his face.

Sato Wakaba was delighted when she heard this: "Is it really well-received? What kind of praise is it?"

"Well, it just means I can participate in the competition." Sakurai Itsuki said perfunctorily.

You can't say that you heard someone trying to kill you, so you cheered excitedly!

If she really said that, she would really make me a twisted pervert.

Fortunately, Sato Wakaba did not bother about how the positive review was described, but quickly shifted her attention to another direction.

"Well, does that mean I've passed the test and can become an assistant?"

Sakurai Itsuki looked at Sato Wakaba's expectant eyes, but poured a bucket of cold water on her.

"I need to see how you perform. Let's talk about it after you finish this work."

Sakurai Itsuki did not agree immediately, even though Sato Wakaba did work hard enough this weekend.

But Sakurai Itsuki still couldn't let go of this amateur hot girl, so he decided to observe her for a while.

After all, the assistant's job is definitely not easy.

For Sato Wakaba, who has to study and is keen on various social activities, being just an assistant is a huge burden.

Not to mention, after the success of the experimental system, it is almost certain that Sakurai Itsuki will launch more works, and he will only get busier in the future.

What if he urgently needs an assistant to help him one day, but she fails to help at the critical moment and goes to sing karaoke with her hot girl friends?

She really screwed me over.

"Oh fine."

Sato Wakaba nodded slightly disappointed.

But she was mentally prepared.

Is it really that easy to be a cartoonist's assistant?

It's actually very good to give her, an outsider, the opportunity to continue observing.

Just as Sato Wakaba was comforting herself, Sakurai Itsuki took out three 10,000 yen bills from his wallet and walked in front of Sato Wakaba.

"Give."

"What do you mean?" Sato Wakaba looked at the 30,000 yen he held out, a little confused.

"For you, um. That should be enough. This is much higher than the market price."

Sakurai Itsuki thought for a moment and took out another 10,000 yen from his bag, handing a total of 40,000 yen to Sato Wakaba.

"Huh? Market price? Me?"

Sato Wakaba looked at the money in Sakurai Itsuki's hand and clenched her fists in anger.

"Yes, normally, a normal professional assistant would only be paid 20,000 yen for the workload we just described. Since you helped me clean and make breakfast, the total cost of materials plus labor is 40,000 yen."

Sakurai Itsuki explained.

"Oh, oh, it's the assistant!"

Sato Wakaba was stunned again when he heard this, and then quickly loosened his fist.

"Otherwise, what are you thinking about?"

Sakurai Itsuki frowned slightly, and then she realized that her ears with sparkling earrings had turned completely red.

I immediately understood that this guy was probably thinking in the wrong direction.

"Nothing, nothing." Sato Wakaba frantically waved her hands to cover up. "I didn't even pass the assessment, but I still got paid. I was a little surprised."

"Regardless of whether it's a probation period or not, if you've done the work, you deserve to be paid. I get called a beast every day, but I don't have a bad heart."

After Sakurai Itsuki made his statement of principle, he continued to ask questions.

"So, what do you think I'm giving you money for? You don't think I'm going to spend money on you, do you?" "Ahem. Although I haven't experienced that, there are always those disgusting scumbags who will take money and run to the front of the brightly dressed JK and ask for some disgusting transactions!"

Sato Wakaba touched her slightly hot cheek awkwardly, turned her head away and avoided the sight.

As a hot girl with a wide social circle, she had certainly heard about that kind of dirty stuff, especially after hearing her friend complain about it at karaoke today.

Therefore, seeing the huge sum of money that Sakurai Itsuki suddenly spent, he subconsciously thought of the wrong route.

"Do you think I'm such a disgusting scum?" Sakurai Itsuki asked.

"Of course not." Sato Wakaba shook her head, but then thought about "Flame Fist" and said, "But it's still pretty disgusting."

"Don't worry, if something like that really happened between us, you would be the one paying me."

Sakurai Itsuki fought back.

"Hmm? Aren't you a little too narcissistic, Sakurai-san?"

Sato Wakaba raised her head when she heard that, pouting and complaining.

"With my looks, I'd definitely be the top girl in a male escort club! Plus, with all the buffs like student and cartoonist, you probably can't even afford my price."

"Who's going to pay you, pervert?"

Upon hearing this, Sato Wakaba cursed and took the 40,000 yen from Sakurai Itsuki.

But then he thought again, stuffed the 20,000 yen into his pocket, and handed the 20,000 yen back.

"You've given me too much. I'll just take the basics."

She felt that her skills were not as good as those of ordinary professional assistants and she did not deserve the same salary as others.

Besides, the cooking and cleaning work is not worth the money at all.

Although Sato Wakaba did not have the noble virtue of regarding money as something outside of her body, she was still unwilling to accept a reward that far exceeded the results of her labor.

"I won't sell you for 20,000 yen!"

Sakurai Itsuki thought Sato Wakaba's embarrassed look was quite funny, so he continued to tease her.

"Hmph, then these 20,000 yen will be used as our family's food expenses from now on. Let's go grocery shopping together after school tomorrow."

Sato Wakaba snorted and turned to go upstairs without waiting for Sakurai Itsuki's response.

"I have school tomorrow, Monday. I'm going to bed."

Of course, when you reach the stairs.

Sato Wakaba did not forget to turn her head, pulled down her eyelids with her fingers, stuck out her tongue at Sakurai Itsuki, and made a classic grimace.

"Slightly~"

As Sakurai Itsuki listened to Sato Wakaba's footsteps going up the stairs, he suddenly felt that although this guy could be annoying sometimes, it would be quite relaxing to have a hot girl tease him occasionally during his boring life of living alone.

Just like raising a big cat?
Sakurai Itsuki stretched and looked at the time. It was already past 1 a.m.

In theory, this wonderful weekend has come to an end.

Sakurai Itsuki also planned to clean up, go to bed, watch some short videos and then take a rest.

After all, I still have to go to school tomorrow to hang out.

And at the same time.

Hanase Shion was also lying on the bed.

She looked at the ceiling of her sister's house, which she was not yet familiar with.

The plot that had teased her kept flashing through her mind.

"Forget it, forget it, it's just a comic. It's not like I don't know that guy's style, it's normal to be disgusted."

Hane Shion muttered to herself softly, then turned to look at the new uniform hanging above the room.

"Close your eyes, close your eyes, and have a good sleep! You have to go to the new school tomorrow!"

There is no need to always worry about such unhappy little things.

Why should I worry about being teased?
Think about the previous plots of Flame Fist, isn't it okay if I watch them myself?

It's already the second day, and I have to go to the new class tomorrow, so I need to stay in good spirits.

This time I have promised my sister that I will make real friends.

Sometimes when you encounter something tangled, you have to take a step back. After taking a step back, you will find that
The more I think about it, the angrier I get.

Especially the line conveyed by Shinkawa Aimi, "His reaction was ecstatic."

That guy must be hiding behind the computer screen, happily celebrating and laughing at me for playing a trick on him!

With the cartoonist's abundant imagination, she imagined the scene where Haruki Nagayama laughed at her like a clown.

No! I can’t sleep, I have to get back from nausea!
She suddenly sat up from the bed and reached out to grab the cell phone on the bedside table.

Anyway, such a message has already been sent!
One more time, so what?
In a moment of excitement, she once again began to perform as a heavy-mouthed cartoonist.

(End of this chapter)