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

Chapter 19: Every morning from now on will be very noisy!
The weather is already a little hot.

It's almost that awkward period where I feel hot when I sleep with a quilt, but cold when I don't.

Sakurai Itsuki was half asleep and half awake, waiting for the alarm on his cell phone to ring.

However, the door of Sakurai Itsuki's bedroom rang before the phone rang.

Boom!Boom!Boom!
The crisp sound echoed in Sakurai Itsuki's ears.

Sakurai Itsuki raised his hand, touched his phone, and glanced at the time on the phone with empty eyes.

This was almost half an hour earlier than the alarm time he usually set.

"Hey"

After a long sigh, Sakurai Itsuki reluctantly sat up slowly from the bed, yawning and moving to the door.

After being woken up by hot girls knocking on the door in the early morning for two consecutive days, he has lost his temper.

Now, not only did he not feel angry, but he was secretly guessing what the first line of that genius would be today.

"If you don't get up, you'll be late, Shu!"

After opening the door, what caught Sakurai Itsuki's eye was Sato Wakaba's usual light blue summer uniform.

But today, she tied her long golden hair, which was always loose, into a neat ponytail.

A pink bear apron was also worn on the front of the uniform.

"Aren't you going to sunbathe your butt today?" asked Sakurai Itsuki.

"My dear friend, could you please not speak so obscenely on such a beautiful morning?" Sato Wakaba rolled her eyes and then urged, "Hurry up, we're going to be late."

"Did you misunderstand something about being late? Even half an hour later would still be enough."

Sakurai Itsuki, who was an expert at entering the classroom by ringing the doorbell, obviously did not agree with Sato Wakaba's reason.

"If you're half an hour late, you won't be able to sit at the table and leisurely savor the Sato family's secret toast! Hurry, hurry, hurry!"

"I can choose not to."

"No, then."

"Okay, I know, it's not healthy."

The two men prejudged each other and interrupted each other's conversations.

The conversation ended with Sakurai Itsuki's compromise.

"Well, I'll wait for you on the first floor. Hurry up."

Sato Wakaba, who won this round of confrontation, clapped his hands contentedly, then hummed a tune and walked down the stairs.

The loser, Sakurai Itsuki, yawned and changed into his summer school uniform.

After a simple wash, I patted my face in the mirror, trying to make myself look more energetic.

I can't help but sigh that time flies like an arrow, day and night.

It's another new and busy week.

Oh, I guess the next week will be extra noisy.

And, no, it should be for a long time to come, I will probably lose half an hour of sleep every day.
Sakurai Itsuki looked at the collar of his white shirt in the mirror, and the button with rough stitching.

I couldn't help but be slightly dazed.

"Not yet? You're not going back to sleep, are you?"

The loud and urging voice of the blond came from downstairs again.

Sakurai Itsuki shook his head and said, "Never mind, let's just make the best of it."

There’s nothing you can do, just accept your fate.

Sakurai Itsuki straightened the collar of his shirt and slowly walked downstairs.

A pink plaid tablecloth has been laid on the dining table on the first floor.

On top were two dinner plates of toast and bacon.

Next to the plate was a cup filled with milk.

In the center of the dining table is a vase with roses.

As for Sato Wakaba, she bent over, holding a bottle and slowly squeezing ketchup onto a piece of toast.

She looked so focused that I would have thought she was meticulously carving some heirloom work of art.

"Clang! Clang! Clang! Look at the kitten I drew. Isn't it cute?"

Noticing that Sakurai Itsuki had come downstairs, Sato Wakaba proudly showed her her painting on toast with ketchup.

However, perhaps because ketchup is too difficult to use, the cat drawing is not really cute.

"Although there are still some flaws, this is my first time drawing with ketchup. I really do have a talent for being a cartoonist!"

Although Sato Wakaba knew that her painting was not good, she still shamelessly boasted about it.

"I think you have the talent to be a maid in Akihabara. You can just draw a heart on your omurice and rip people off. I think you can make as much as a cartoonist."

Sakurai Itsuki shrugged, pulled out a chair and sat at the table, unable to help but complain. "Why make breakfast so elaborate?"

"Doesn't this show that your 40,000 yen was well spent? That was a full 40,000 yen!"

Sato Wakaba said as she untied her waistband.

Even though Sato Wakaba's family background is not bad, 40,000 yen is still a considerable sum of money for a high school student.

In Sato Wakaba's opinion, 40,000 yen can do many things.

However, for Sakurai Itsuki, who has dual income from the system and royalties, he would rather spend 40,000 yen in exchange for an extra half hour of sleep every day.

But Sakurai Itsuki swallowed his words.

Sato Wakaba is the type of person who probably won't change her mind about something she believes is right.

At that time, she will start nagging like an old mother, saying that not eating breakfast in the morning is unhealthy and will make you lack energy.

"It doesn't have to be so complicated. It can be simpler."

"Today is our first time going to school together, so we made it a little elaborate. I think having breakfast with such a ritual will make the whole day wonderful!"

Sato Wakaba seemed to attach particular importance to the sense of ceremony. She sat down at this moment and pushed the ketchup and her own plate in front of Sakurai Itsuki.

"Why don't you draw one for me too?"

Sakurai Itsuki raised his eyebrows. Although he felt it was a bit childish, he still picked up the ketchup when he saw Sato Wakaba's expectant eyes.

"What does 250 mean?"

Sato Wakaba looked at the Arabic numerals left by Sakurai Itsuki on the bread slice with some confusion.

"I'm praising you for being smart, saying your IQ is as high as 250." Sakurai Itsuki said.

"Really? Your way of praising people is really weird. You're indeed the cartoonist known as a psychopath."

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The trams are especially crowded in the early morning.

Sato Wakaba and Sakurai Itsuki were squeezed against the wall next to the car door by the crowd.

I hated the crowded Sakurai tree and completely failed to appreciate what Sato Wakaba described as "the whole day was beautiful."

Sato Wakaba, who was staggering along with the handlebars of the tram, was still chattering excitedly.

Now Sakurai Itsuki finally understood why for some people the same scenery was "The light boat has passed through thousands of mountains" while for others it was "The monkey cries three times and tears stick to my clothes."

"Hey, look, someone is watching us!"

Sato Wakaba suddenly approached Sakurai Itsuki and spoke in a low voice.

As the tram got closer to the school, more and more students wearing the same uniform appeared on the tram.

Many of them were looking over here at this moment.

The reason is obvious.

Sato Wakaba has always been a well-known figure on campus, probably like a famous school beauty.

There were countless male high school students who had been rejected by her.

Although she always gives people the impression of being carefree and without boundaries, Sakurai Itsuki is probably the first person of the opposite sex of the same age who squeezes into a corner of the tram and has a lively conversation like this.

"Okay, do you really want to show off your popularity?" Sakurai Itsuki asked.

"Hahaha, it's not just me you're looking at. Sakurai-kun is popular too!"

Sato Wakaba, showing off her success, narrowed her eyes and smiled secretly.

"You're the cool, handsome guy they call the hardest to capture! They probably never imagined that you're actually a pervert with strange habits!"

"So, you want to say that you have conquered me?" Sakurai Itsuki asked.

"Lue, who wants to conquer you, you narcissist?" Sato Wakaba stuck out her tongue at Sakurai Itsuki, "Ah, we're almost at the station!"

Sato Wakaba turned her head and saw a familiar scene. Before the tram stopped, she began to walk through the crowd with unsteady steps.

Finally, the moment the tram door opened, she took a big step forward and jumped off the car.

Then he turned around and made an expression as if to show off that he was the first one to get off the train, looking at Sakurai Itsuki who was still on the train.

As for Sakurai Itsuki, he waited calmly until almost everyone had gotten off the bus before he slowly and leisurely became the last one to get off.

"Really? Why are you always so slow? Like an old man! I'm the first one to get off the bus!"

Sato Wakaba, who was the first to get off the train but insisted on waiting until the doors closed before leaving, expressed her dissatisfaction to Sakurai Itsuki.

"I didn't stop you from leaving."

Sakurai Itsuki walked past Sato Wakaba without stopping and continued walking towards the school.

"You have a really bad personality! Wait a minute!"

Sato Wakaba quickly took a step and followed, and the two walked side by side towards the school.

(End of this chapter)