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

Chapter 3 It can’t be such a coincidence, right?

"Great!" Sato Wakaba immediately narrowed her eyes and waved her fists to celebrate.

"Your mood changes so quickly." Sakurai Itsuki couldn't help but complain as he looked at Sato Wakaba, whose face suddenly brightened.

"Girls are such cute creatures with mood swings!" Sato Wakaba praised herself without any shame.

"However, whether you can become an assistant depends on your performance," said Sakurai Itsuki.

"Don't worry, even if I don't meet your expectations, I won't hold a grudge and publish your private information. And I feel like I might be a comics genius like Obata Takeshi!"

The optimistic Sato Wakaba looked at the ceiling and began to imagine herself becoming a famous cartoonist and being interviewed.

But she didn't know that at this moment, Sakurai Itsuki was thinking about what kind of reason he should make up after the experiment to kick this layman out with justification.

"Oh, by the way, what comics do you like?"

Sato Wakaba didn't stay immersed in fantasy for too long. After coming to her senses, she immediately went to talk to Sakurai Itsuki with great interest.

"Death Note."

In response to Sato Wakaba's question, Sakurai Itsuki answered rather perfunctorily.

However, Sato Wakaba didn't care about Sakurai Itsuki's perfunctory response and continued asking.

"What do you like to eat?"

"dumpling."

"So do you prefer Pepsi or Coca-Cola?"

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In the evening, the setting sun shines through the glass in the coffee shop, turning the interior into wine red.

The lights on the roadside have been turned on, ready to welcome the night.

Many men and women came and went in the coffee shop, chatting and laughing about rather ambiguous topics.

Sakurai Itsuki looked at the time and found that the time his future roommate had agreed to contact him had passed.

It was clearly that girl who said she wanted to give him a surprise to celebrate his move, and asked him to wait for her nearby at 5 o'clock.

As a result, there is no movement at all now.

Sakurai Itsuki felt more and more that his future roommate was an unreliable person.

As for the blonde girl sitting across from me, she was still chattering away all sorts of questions, looking incredibly energetic.

Sakurai Itsuki felt that she was a little too noisy.

But when he looked up, he found that the wine-red sunlight was filling the room and was also reflected in the girl's bright eyes.

There seemed to be a glint in her eyes, filled with curiosity and excitement.

After a brief eye contact, all Sakurai Itsuki could do was try his best to squeeze out words to continue dealing with it.

After all, she spent money on herself and also provided fans with system points.
And although she is noisy, the vibrant atmosphere around her actually doesn't feel that bad.

Before they knew it, the coffee and orange juice in their cups were empty.

Sato Wakaba still didn't feel dry in the mouth and continued to chatter.

Sakurai Itsuki probably felt that he would never see the day when she would stop on her own initiative. Seeing that it was getting late, he sent a text message to his roommate whom he had never met.

"You haven't arrived yet? If there's anything else, I'll go straight to the house. I just had the moving company deliver the luggage, and it hasn't been sorted yet."

As soon as Sakurai Itsuki sent the message, Sato Wakaba's phone coincidentally flashed.

Sato Wakaba glanced at her phone, finally finishing her rant about the "manga industry getting worse and worse," and exclaimed, "Ah, it's already this late! Damn it! I was so engrossed in the conversation I forgot I had an appointment."

"Let's stop here today. I also have things to deal with." Sakurai Itsuki felt that it was finally time to end this storm.

"Okay then, see you next time!"

Sato Wakaba quickly grabbed her cell phone, sending messages while talking, looking quite urgent.

And Sakurai Itsuki also received the message.

[Sorry, I accidentally chatted with a classmate for too long! I almost missed the time. Please go to this place! Your luggage should be in the living room on the second floor. I will help you pack it later!]

Sakurai Itsuki couldn't help but raise an eyebrow at the news.

classmate?

The distant relative who rented the house to me seemed to have said that the person living with me was a guy about his age.

And she's a woman.
This plot and setting are full of comic flavor.

However, Sakurai Itsuki didn't expect too much.

Sakurai Itsuki had known about the situation of that house for a long time. Although it was nominally a house, the second and third floors were actually made into independent suites, equipped with separate bathrooms and balconies.

Rather than roommates, they are more like neighbors living on the same floor and sharing the same yard.

Even though they seem very enthusiastic now, once you actually move in, there is a high probability that they will go home every day, close the door of their room, and busy themselves with their own things. Apart from occasionally meeting and saying hello, there will be no more contact.

Besides, who can guarantee that the high school girls living together are necessarily beautiful girls?

Love comedies like those in comics are ultimately too far away from real life and have little chance of happening.

Sato Wakaba hurriedly paid the bill, got up and left, and Sakurai Itsuki followed closely behind.

"Hey, Sakurai-san, are you following me?"

The two of them went out and walked quickly for a short distance. Sato Wakaba turned around and found that Sakurai Itsuki had been following her, so she asked curiously.

"Why, are you worried that I will follow you for a long time like you did and wait for an opportunity to knock you down?" Sakurai Itsuki asked.

"I wasn't waiting for an opportunity! You make it sound like I did it on purpose." Sato Wakaba pouted and said, "Then it seems I have to stay away from remote places."

"You want to do it on the street? That's pretty bold, but I don't know if anyone will give you money for the hotel room this time."

"You are really mentally ill! Teacher Haruki Nagayama." Sato Wakaba scolded with red ears.

"Don't reveal my pen name in public, or I'll really hit you."

After the incident in the afternoon, the distance between the two was shortened a lot.

At least the classmates who never talked to each other much have become able to joke with each other.

For this kind of JK who can take a joke, Sakurai Itsuki is still happy to occasionally chat with each other.

"I'll stop joking with you next time. I need to speed up! My roommate is waiting for me to give him the keys. Sorry~"

Sato Wakaba turned her head, pulled her eyelids with her fingers, stuck out her tongue at Sakurai Itsuki and made a face.

Then he started running on the street under the setting sun with his long legs in small leather shoes.

Sakurai Itsuki looked at the back and was stunned.

Wait, give the roommate the key.
Everything seemed to be connected.

It can't be such a coincidence, right?

　New people, new books, anything! Please, this is really important to me!

　　
　
(End of this chapter)