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

Chapter 2 You don’t want others to know about it, right?

"What do you mean? I don't quite understand."

Realizing that his box had been opened, Sakurai Itsuki tried to make excuses.

Sato Wakaba, however, rushed forward without a second thought. "Don't you quite understand? I'm telling you, you're the author of 'Flame Fist,' Haruki Nagayama! That incurable pervert."

"etc."

Faced with the powerful Sato Wakaba, Sakurai Itsuki quickly retreated.

But she was too fast, and she was almost in front of Sakurai Itsuki in an instant, and reached out and grabbed Sakurai Itsuki's collar.

Sakurai Itsuki, who was retreating, lost his balance instantly when he was grabbed like this, and staggered and fell backwards.

Sato Wakaba also lost her balance.
boom.

hiss.
Not only did Sakurai Itsuki fall on the hard ground, but he also became a cushion for Sato Wakaba, gritting his teeth in pain.

Sato Wakaba, who had just fallen on Sakurai Itsuki, ignored the current situation and still grabbed Sakurai Itsuki's collar and continued to question:
"Why?! You always have to draw them all dead, and then you post those tweets to lash out at their corpses! Are you an animal?"

Sakurai Itsuki looked at her beautiful light blue eyes and fell silent for a moment.

He was not enjoying the overly classic and vulgar scene of "being pounced on by a beautiful hot girl".

In fact, being knocked to the ground by someone and being pressed down and questioned by him is not a comfortable feeling.

Although she was as beautiful as a fashion model, she also had a pleasant faint fragrance around her.

But now he had to worry about whether she would lose her temper and do something extreme.

"what"

Just as Sakurai Itsuki was thinking about what to do, a voice came from the entrance of the alley.

The two of them turned around at the same time.

Standing at the entrance of the alley was Hase Hatsuna, the teacher in charge of health and physical education in their class.

She was not familiar with the area, and when she saw her classmates in the distance, she wanted to follow them and ask for directions.

Who knew that as soon as I caught up, I saw two people lying tightly together on the ground in the alley.

"Sorry, I came at the wrong time."

Faced with such a scene, Hase Hatsuna could only push the frame of her glasses awkwardly, then quickly turned around and left.

Sato Wakaba looked at the teacher who was running away quickly, and couldn't help but tilt her head, feeling a little dazed.

Sakurai Itsuki warned, "I think our posture could easily be misunderstood as something indecent."

Sato Wakaba turned around and met Sakurai Itsuki's face, which was so close to her, again, and she vaguely understood something.

But perhaps because she was too embarrassed, she deliberately made an expression even more ferocious than before.

"What do you mean by misunderstood? What weird things are you thinking about? Don't change the subject! Why are you deliberately lashing out at someone on Twitter?"

She acted as if to say, "I, Sato Wakaba, never thought that way."

But her ears, which had already turned completely red, had already exposed her completely.

But before Sakurai Itsuki could expose the truth, Hase Hatsuna came back.

"Well, I've thought about it. Although I believe that fetishes are something that people are free to do, you're still in school uniforms after all. It might have a bad influence. If someone sees you and reports you to the school, you might as well go and get a room next door."

As she spoke, she pulled a 10,000 yen bill from her wallet and placed it at the entrance of the alley.

"Remember to take the necessary protective measures, otherwise it will be very troublesome if you accidentally get hit. Bye."

After Hase Hatsuna gave some instructions, without any response from the two, she quickly fled the scene.

Sato Wakaba was stunned looking at the 10,000 yen on the ground.

Then he silently loosened Sakurai Itsuki's collar and stood up without saying a word.

The embarrassment of being slapped in the face, coupled with the shame of being misunderstood as being "intimate" with the opposite sex in public, had made her entire face red.

It seemed as if steam would burst out from her fair face in the next second without causing any discomfort.

As for Sakurai Itsuki, it seemed that he had finally escaped the disaster. He slowly got up from the ground and brushed off the dust on his body.

Five minutes later, inside the cafe.

Sakurai Itsuki is adding sugar to the mocha.

Sato Wakaba ordered a glass of orange juice, which was out of place in a cafe.

She looked at the ten thousand yen bill on the table and bit her straw hard. "I think Mr. Hase is definitely not a normal person."

"I agree with that."

Sakurai Itsuki nodded. What kind of teacher would give money to his students to get a room while watching them engaging in indecent behavior?
However, Sakurai Itsuki should perhaps thank Hase Hatsuna. After her interference, Sato Wakaba calmed down and probably won't do anything extreme again.

Sakurai Itsuki thought of this and looked up at Sato Wakaba, whose ears were still slightly red.

Well, maybe even if she didn't interfere, this guy probably wouldn't really do anything extreme, at most he would just curse a few words.

Although she always dresses like a hot girl, she is actually a sunny and good student in the class.

Especially after Sakurai Itsuki saw her leaning against the wall, her face flushed and at a loss, Sato Wakaba no longer felt oppressed.

Just like a cat, no matter how ferociously it bares its teeth, it will not make you feel dangerous.

"Speaking of which, you usually look quite normal, so why did you draw such a cold plot?"

Sato Wakaba felt a little embarrassed, so she did not continue the topic of being misunderstood, but went back to the beginning and continued to question as a reader.

"Of course it's to make money." Sakurai Itsuki said truthfully.

"With your drawing and storyboarding skills, you can make money without having to draw stories like this!"

Although Sato Wakaba was a layman, she had read quite a few manga. Even if she left aside the story, the other aspects of "Flame Fist" were excellent enough, and at least there was no problem with the serialization.

"I want to be remembered. Look, if you say you have the most passionate manga on Jump, there will definitely be controversy. But if you say you have the most disgusting manga on Jump, my readers will probably think of me first."

Of course, Sakurai Itsuki would not reveal the existence of his system, so he used another reason.

"Ah, indeed."

Sato Wakaba listened to Sakurai Itsuki's reasoning and nodded thoughtfully, "Hey, I didn't expect Sakurai-san to be so concerned about your presence. You've always been very low-key in class."

"You can only make money if you have a sense of presence. I have a sense of presence in the class but I can't make any money."

Sakurai Itsuki's answer was very realistic.

Of course, the more important reason is that although he has plug-ins, he does not have to think about the story plot and storyboards, which is much easier than ordinary cartoonists.

But after all, I have to draw it myself. Plus, I live alone and have no assistant, so there are always things that need to be dealt with.

There is really no way to be as energetic as Sato Wakaba and make your presence felt every day.

"But if you want to make a presence in the industry, why not just show up? Look, a high school manga artist made his debut with a serialized work and even won an award."

Sato Wakaba bent her fingers painted with shiny nail polish and counted the bright spots on Sakurai Tree.

Then he glanced at Sakurai Itsuki's face, paused slightly, and added, "He's pretty handsome too. He's sure to be very popular!"

"Burst it? Or think about how crazy you were just now. Do you think I can still live a normal life if it really blows up?"

Sakurai Itsuki rolled his eyes at Sato Wakaba in annoyance.

"Haha, that's true. But I don't really want to do anything extreme."

Sato Wakaba scratched her face guiltily.

Thinking about it carefully, I did go too far.

No matter how angry you are, it is ultimately just a matter of the virtual world and should not be brought into reality.

"Sorry, since I'm your fan and classmate, please forgive me this time! I won't do it again next time. In fact, I was sad all day because of you. Hey~hey!"

Sato Wakaba thought about it and realized that she was indeed in the wrong, so she had to clasp her hands together, stick out her tongue, and try to get away with it.

"Just keep it a secret, otherwise it will be very troublesome."

Sakurai Itsuki shook his head, thinking that the matter should end here, and he actually didn't lose anything.

As for being misunderstood by Teacher Shenren, Sato Wakaba didn't care anyway, so there was no reason for me to be upset about it.

However, Sato Wakaba suddenly looked at Sakurai Itsuki and smiled cunningly.

It seems like he has come up with an idea.

Sakurai Itsuki suddenly had a bad feeling.

"Please teach me how to draw comics! Mr. Haruki Nagayama!" Sato Wakaba said suddenly.

"Why?" Sakurai Itsuki couldn't keep up with Sato Wakaba's pace.

"Because a middle school cartoonist is so cool! Don't cartoonists always have assistants who help them with their work while they practice?"

Sato Wakaba looked excited. It seemed that she had swept away the haze, pulled herself out of the negative emotions, and recovered her vitality.

"No, I mean, why would I take you in as my assistant?"

Sakurai Itsuki thought about it and decided that it would be convenient to have an assistant.

However, he was not sure whether having an assistant help with the draft would affect the system's point determination.

Maybe you can try it, but
Sato Wakaba is a complete amateur, and her drawing style always feels very different from that of cartoonists.

Sakurai Itsuki, who was busy with school and dealing with various things, obviously did not think that hiring such an amateur hottie as an assistant would be a good idea.

In response to Sakurai Itsuki's question, Sato Wakaba smiled slightly and moved slightly towards Sakurai Itsuki opposite her.

Then he put his chin in his hands, tilted his head, and whispered devilishly, "Hey, Sakurai-san, you don't want others to know that you are a manga artist, right? Nagayama Haruki-sensei."

Sakurai Itsuki never imagined that one day he would actually hear such a classic Japanese threat, and he felt complicated for a moment.

"Hahaha, actually I just wanted to say a classic line, I didn't mean to threaten you."

Seeing the change in Sakurai Itsuki's expression, Sato Wakaba, who had succeeded in teasing him, laughed heartily.

"In movies and comics, don't people always say lines like this after discovering someone's secret? So, was my acting good? Did I come across as a badass?"

She patted her chest, obviously very satisfied with her performance.

"I feel like you're not much better."

Sakurai Jushin said, what kind of movie are you watching to have lines like this?

"But think about it, if I became a cartoonist, wouldn't I automatically have to keep it a secret from my classmates?"

Sato Wakaba didn't care about the comment "not that good" and continued to give her reasons.

Sakurai Itsuki thought about it carefully and it seemed to make some sense.

Sato Wakaba noticed that Sakurai Itsuki was struggling, so she deliberately blinked her watery eyes at Sakurai Itsuki.

It seems like this popular chick on campus is well aware of her cuteness and is trying to use it as a weapon.

".When you have some free time later, you can come and give it a try. But first, let me tell you, this line of work isn't as glamorous as you think."

Sakurai Itsuki decided to just brush it off for now and see how the situation develops later.

Anyway, this kind of layman's enthusiasm is probably only three minutes long.

(End of this chapter)