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

Chapter 182 The Style of a Good Wife and Good Mother

"So, it's settled. I have no intention of selling the copyright to the animation. Just reject it decisively and go back to your blind date."

Sakurai Itsuki yawned while dealing with the female editor on the other end of the phone.

Shinkawa Aimi sighed upon hearing this. "Well, that's fine, but I still think works like Your Lie in April are very suitable for adaptation. As long as it's not particularly bad, it will be popular. Why are you always reluctant?"

Sakurai Jushin thought, it is suitable for adaptation, so we have to hold it in our hands.

He has figured out the bottom line of the system. He must at least participate in the production of the work before the system will give him points.

You will not get any points if you have not participated in any fan works other than your own group online.

Besides, my future plans are not just about eating a few pieces of food.

Although the club’s homepage is currently working on galgame, how can the niche track of galagame satisfy the ambitions of the multimedia track?

He wants to take the points, the copyrights, and the company's adaptation revenue.

Therefore, he asked Shinkawa Aimei to decline the idea of negotiating the copyright for the adaptation of "Four Lies": "We'll talk about it later."

"You may not be able to find such a good animation company again in the future. This is Sony's A1. It's probably because Yukiko is a Sony artist. Never mind, never mind. You young people just like the aftermath. There's no such thing as too many aftermaths."

Shinkawa Ai still felt a little sorry, but finally gave up trying to persuade him.

Sakurai Itsuki joked, "Do you regret saying when you were younger that you'd "fall in love later"? Actually, I think a woman like you is very suitable for marriage. You're good-looking and have a high income, so why are you so reluctant to get married?"

Shinkawa Aimi sneered: "Ah, since you think this is a good idea, then let's get married. You are eighteen years old anyway, so we will go get the marriage certificate tomorrow. It will help you solve the troubles of the Shura Field."

Sakurai Itsuki said, "You're not even going to let go of the innocent boy who just turned eighteen?"

Shinkawa Aimei sneered, "Haha, you're so innocent. If I really fell in love with you, I'm afraid people would laugh at me in the future, saying I was deceived by a boy ten years younger than me and even resorted to PUA."

Sakurai Tree spun around in his computer chair while chatting: "Why do you make me sound like a scumbag? I was afraid that you would cheat on me, but your figure is..."

Sakurai Itsuki turned his chair and suddenly looked at Sato Wakaba, who was sitting in front of a drawing board in the distance. She turned her head and looked at him with half-closed eyes.

"Ahem, uh, but I'm not interested in your figure at all. It's a bit too mature." Sakurai Itsuki quickly changed his words.

Shinkawa Aimei wasn't angry about being commented on by a boy ten years younger than her. Instead, she became excited: "Wow, you got caught by the hot assistant, you little scumbag. If you tease me again, I'll tell your assistant on you."

When Ai Shinkawa heard the change in Sakurai Itsuki's tone, she immediately guessed the general plot.

"Think about your performance. You don't want to forget about your performance review next year. It's getting late. Let's do this."

Sakurai Itsuki originally wanted to make a rather amusing Japanese joke, but when he saw the half-closed eyes in the distance, he narrowed them a little more.

So Sakurai Itsuki gave up on the joke and hung up the phone.

Seeing Sakurai Itsuki put down his phone, Sato Wakaba also put down his paintbrush: "Hey, Ah Shu. I have something I want to talk to you about."

Sakurai Itsuki sighed and took out two thousand yen from his pocket: "Go buy it yourself. I really don't have the energy to make you another cake lately."

During a rare break some time ago, in order to comfort Sato Wakaba who had been very busy recently, Sakurai Itsuki tried to make matcha cake again, but then he didn't want to make it a second time.

It's too much trouble.

Sato Wakaba shook her head awkwardly: "That's not it, I want to talk to you about family matters."

"Family matters?" A big question mark appeared on Sakurai Itsuki's head.

He thought that he was always making adult jokes with Shinkawa Aimei, which made her a little dissatisfied. It seemed that she didn't take the woman who was ten years older than her seriously.

For some reason, I felt a little sad for Xinhe Aimei.

Sato Wakaba, on the other hand, looked preoccupied. She slid her chair over to Sakurai Itsuki, glanced at him, and whispered, "Well, it's a family matter, your family matter."

Seeing her hesitation, Sakurai Itsuki said, "I have no plans to get married yet."

"You're so self-indulgent. I don't want to start a family with you. Sorry. Hey, I won't give you the card now. We can talk about this later. I have something serious to discuss with you."

Sato Wakaba originally wanted to follow his words and complete the little fun task of issuing a card every day.

But he got back to the point midway through: "It's about Mitsuki." Sakurai Itsuki's face flickered with surprise when he heard the word Mitsuki: "Mitsuki? You mean Sakurai Mitsuki?"

"Yeah, it's Mitsuki. Actually, I've been in touch with her all the time. We often chat on Line when I'm free."

Only then did Sato Wakaba explain what she wanted to talk about.

Sakurai Itsuki knew that the phone call from his sister on his birthday was Sato Wakaba's creation, but he never expected that they were still in contact: "Why didn't you tell me?"

"Sorry, I'm a little worried that you'll think I'm meddling in your business, hey~"

Sato Wakaba knocked her head with her hand for the first time in a long time, and stuck out her tongue like Fujiya, trying to get away with it.

Sakurai Itsuki was already used to Sato Wakaba's trick, but it still worked. He didn't blame her, but just asked, "What's the matter? Are you asking me for money?"

Sato Wakaba, on the other hand, poked Sakurai Itsuki's face with her finger in annoyance: "No, Mitsuki is a good child! Why do you have such a prejudice against her?!"

Sakurai Itsuki grabbed Sato Wakaba's finger and poked her soft face with her backhand as a counterattack: "I didn't say she wasn't a good kid. Good kids also ask for money, right, Miss Wakaba?"

Sato Wakaba pouted slightly, slapped Sakurai Itsuki's fingers away, and defended herself, "That's different. You were the one who wanted to pay for the cake! You did it voluntarily."

"Then I didn't say anything. I won't give her money if she asks me for it."

The conflicts that Sakurai Itsuki had with his family before were mainly due to his chauvinistic father.

He didn't have any conflicts with his stepmother and sister. When he thought about it carefully, they were quite nice to him.

It’s just that before I recalled my past life memories, I was still young and didn’t understand much, so I would occasionally take my anger out on them.

Upon hearing this, Sato Wakaba excitedly leaned closer and blinked at her: "Well, that's good. So, you really like Mitsuki, right?"

Sakurai Itsuki asked, "What exactly are you planning?"

Sato Wakaba said, "Summer vacation will be here soon! Mitsuki is in her third year of junior high school, and it seems she hasn't been to Tokyo yet. How about we bring her up here to stay for a while?"

During her conversation with Mitsuki Sakurai, Sato Wakaba learned that Mitsuki actually did not hate her non-blood brother, so she thought this might be an opportunity to slowly ease the atmosphere between Ashu and his family.

She still hopes that Ashu can get along well with his family.

Sakurai Itsuki also understood what she meant and thought silently.

Seeing Sakurai Itsuki silent, Sato Wakaba knew something was up and quickly said, "Mitsuki can really look forward to living in a big city like Tokyo! And Mitsuki's mother also agrees! You are still her brother after all, and I also treat Mitsuki as my sister! It's okay to help her fulfill her wish, right? Don't worry, I will take good care of her!"

Sakurai Itsuki glanced at Sato Wakaba and inexplicably felt that she was like a housewife who was discussing with her husband whether to invite relatives' children to play at home.

She's only eighteen, why does she smell like a married woman?

If Shinkawa Aimei could have this kind of atmosphere, she would have been married long ago.

After thinking about it for a while, Sakurai Itsuki nodded: "Isn't it a bit too cheap for you to be a sister? If you don't mind the trouble, it's okay."

"Then you agree, don't go back on your word! Pinky promise." Sato Wakaba extended her little finger.

"Yeah." Sakurai Itsuki didn't want to let her down, so he stretched out his finger.

"Then we have to make some arrangements. She can sleep on the first floor with me. After all, she's grown up enough. We also need to buy some extra things, a bed, cups, and maybe a couple of pajamas for her."

After making the promise, Sato Wakaba sat next to Sakurai Itsuki, counting on her fingers as she planned.

Sakurai Itsuki propped up his face and looked at the hot girl, sighing: "You really don't match your image."

"What do you mean?" Sato Wakaba turned around and asked in confusion.

Sakurai Itsuki shook his head and said, "Nothing, I just feel like you're surprisingly good at taking care of people."

She looks like a bad girl, but she is actually a good wife and mother.

"Hmph, just take that as a compliment." Sato Wakaba said, then pocketed the 2,000 yen Sakurai Itsuki had just given her. "I'm going out to buy a cake and get something for Mitsuki. Is there anything you'd like to eat? Oh, and I haven't given out all the nice guy cards yet. Do you still want to hear more?"

"Next time."

(End of this chapter)